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I Found a Frame May 24, 2018

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks.
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Found the perfect frame with reddish and black wood to match the painting.

I took the picture from an angle so you can see the molding.

SobekHawk

Killdeer Faking It May 11, 2018

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks.
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Killdeer are one of my favorite Idaho birds. Can you spot her nest in this picture?

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It’s below the bag that I tied onto the fence.

Close up:

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Here’s a video when I got too close to her nest (shot from the other side of the fence).

 

 

Get Off My Lawn March 6, 2018

Posted by Retired Geezer in Crime, Ducks.
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Dave Stuff March 2, 2018

Posted by daveintexas in Ballistics, Crime, Ducks, Entertainment, Handblogging, History, Law, Man Laws, Mufuckin Pie!, Sex, Sidebar Flag Bullshit.
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I try to use descriptive, catchy post titles.

Anyway the weather was nice last Sunday so I decided it was time to power wash the deck area and hang up some lights to make the place all cheery and shit.

Before

I know, gross right? Spider webs, bugs, leaves, dirt

After

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Much better.

I know all this stuff gets made in China (or somewhere in Asia).  Christmas lights are not particularly complex so if there was a manual I ignored it like I do complicated stuff where I really should RTFM but still won’t.

But the vendor in it’s relationship with Amazon insisted that I get this information via the following email, including a an explanation of why these lights might not be exactly the “white warmness” I might have been expecting, AND a warranty and a sincere promise to resolve any customer dissatisfaction accompanied with a plea to please not rat them out on the item page.

I realize their English is much better than my Mandarin but these things are just so fun.

First, an Important notice regarding the warm white color (as advertised)

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A friendly greeting, an interesting explanation of why the product might not be exactly what I ordered but yet “It is not wrong item sent if you receive the color difference version”

It is definitely warm white if you compare it with white version, or maybe Slublog.

Then some handy instructions for troubleshooting.

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If bulb burns out, replace bulb. It will turn on.

And then a promise to resolve any problem but please don’t bust our balls with bad remark on item page.

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They did say please and kindly so were I disappointed with the warmth of whiteness I would reach out to them before posting an irate customer thing.  Besides I never do that cause everybody looks like an asshole when they do.

Besides, I think they’re quite warm and I am satisfied.

Thank you, MZD8391 Customer Service Team!

Olympic Style February 10, 2018

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks, Family, News.
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I think Michael would have liked this.

It’s a parody video done by the Norwegian Olympic ski team.

 

 

OK so this is dumb December 27, 2017

Posted by lauraw in Ducks, Mufuckin Pie!, slutbags.
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What would we do without professors?

Farmers’ markets are one such environmental improvement that can lead to gentrification, Bosco and Joassart-Marcelli argue, saying farmers’ markets are “exclusionary” since locals may not be able to “afford the food and/or feel excluded from these new spaces.”

These places are literally the cheapest places to buy fresh veg. If you can’t afford them here, you can’t afford them at all. But besides that; many cities provide poor residents with food aid that includes fresh vegetables from places like farmers’ markets.

This social exclusion is reinforced by the “whiteness of farmers’ markets” and the “white habitus” that they can reinforce, the professors elaborate, describing farmers’ markets as “white spaces where the food consumption habits of white people are normalized.”

This is a paradoxical outcome, since farmers’ markets are often established in the interest of fighting so-called “food deserts” in lower-income and minority communities.

There’s no paradox, actually, because the premise is flawed and racist. Actually, it’s okay to ‘normalize’ farm-fresh food consumption habits, regardless of the race of the consumers. Because not eating fresh fruits and vegetables is not normal. Lack of fresh produce in the diet is a key to poor health, and we see these bad health outcomes in statistics on health disparities between rich and poor. Much of these stats are related to poor nutrition in childhood and beyond.

The profs also wrote that 44% of these markets are located in highly-gentrified areas. So…? First of all, businesses need to be within reach of their core customers, or die. If poor urbanites don’t know what to do with vegetables (and they don’t), whose job is that to correct?

Second…what of the remaining 56%?

Is it Just Me? October 22, 2017

Posted by Retired Geezer in Art, Ducks.
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Do these things annoy you also or is it just me?

Getting change back from a purchase and all the bills are not right side up. (even at the bank)

Hearing people on TV saying Schtrong instead of Strong.

What are some things that bug you?

Panorama Fails July 24, 2017

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks, Fashion, News.
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Ever take a panorama with your phone? Did it turn out like you hoped?

Here’s one of Mrs. Geezer’s Horse.

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Here’s my dog:

Lauraws Dog

 

More here:

http://www.sunnyskyz.com/blog/2208/18-Panoramic-Photo-Fails-That-Opened-Up-The-Gates-Of-Hell

Science is just spiffy. July 22, 2017

Posted by lauraw in Art, Ducks, Personal Experiences.
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Hubby, after watching video: “I need a sand pendulum.”

 

Poultry in Motion–New Addition to Touching Farewells March 7, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Ballistics, Ducks, Love, slutbags, Stupid shit, Women Ranting.
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“Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn.”

“What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.”

“She’s gone. She gave me a pen. I gave her my heart, she gave me a pen.”

Screw You, Kyler

 

 

You win, geoff. January 12, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Ducks, Nature Shit, Personal Experiences.
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I guess I’ll tell you a chicken story to help push that bad batch of sour cream below farther down the page.

I think I’ve mentioned to some of you that we’ve had chickens for a few years. A neighbor wanted to get rid of theirs (that should always tell you something, in my humble opinion). Anyway, like pretty much all things that happen to change my personal inertia, my wife decided to do something: in this case, that we should have chickens. Unlike the time she had hinted she wanted new carpet for a couple of years and finally let me know she was serious by ripping it out and having it sitting in the driveway when I came home from work, this time, she insisted I prepare for this new brood by coming up with some sort of hen house.

We had a dog house my dad had given me. I remember him building it when I was about five. So that would put the dog house in the 45-year-old range. Dad built things to last. I figured I could build a frame of 2x4s with four legs to set the doghouse on to raise it up a couple of feet and replaced the tongue and groove/tin covered roof with a piece of 1/4″ plywood. I attached the roof to the front braces with hinges so the roof could be lifted up for egg retrieval. I also had to throw up a quick fenced area in the back yard and built a ramp for the new arrivals to get from the ground up to their new digs.

It worked all right. And the chickens were perfect assholes. They were skittish and high-strung and would freak at any approaching human. So, naturally, my wife decided we needed a few more. The next spring she bought five chicks and we raised those stinky things to adulthood before introducing them to the four life-scarred and world-weary malcontents in the back. But, I didn’t know if the little doghouse/coop would hold that many.

Someone we knew was building a new house a few blocks away and I asked if I could scavenge some of the pressboard pieces in the dumpster to come up with a larger coop. I built a larger version but with similar features. Notably the hinged roof–but this time I attached it to the back of the coop. Over the last couple of years, two of the hens somehow got themselves killed by neighborhood critters, so we’re down to seven, and they all fit just fine in the newer coop. But, the old one is still out in the chicken run about two feet away.

The chickens are odd. They always sleep (and crap) in the new coop, so we (meaning “I,” see how that usually works out?) have to clean it out and put in fresh bedding every 2-3 weeks. The old coop can have the same bedding for a year. The chickens are in and out of it all day long, but they never sleep in it and never crap in it. It’s like their weekend home that they don’t feel comfortable enough with to use the facilities.

So, last night we had a lot of wind from the southwest–also some snow. The new coop with the hinges on the back can have the roof blown up and over so that it’s hanging off the back side by its hinges. It’s happened two or three times over the past few years. I should work up a latch to fix my bad design but just haven’t done it.

When it became light enough to see out the back door this morning, we could see the roof had blown over. My wife went out to feed them and flip the roof back and found seven snow-covered chicken lumps. They were alive, but not very happy. They could have made the five foot journey to the old coop, but just sat there and got snowed on all night.

Conclusions? Chickens are stupid. Some are more pleasant than others. We got all different breeds just for variety sake. Some are known to get along with others (and you) better than other breeds. I think there’s some truth to that. Also, the ones we raised from chicks are nicer than the immigrants. They do provide eggs, but we buy mash and scratch so it might come out as a wash. They do dispose of/recycle a lot of your kitchen scraps. They will wander and find dogs to eat them and fall in window wells if you allow it. They are amazing diggers. This would be a better post with pictures, but I’m doing this on my lunch hour at work because the previously posted drumsticks offended my sensibilities enough that I felt a need to act.

 

Cats are Aliens September 11, 2016

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks.
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