Sorry about the delay. I wasn’t able to finish today’s comic,
so I decided to post what I have and finish it tomorrow.
I had something come up early this morning, so since I had to
go into town and renew the tags on my cars anyway, I decided to
visit my lawyer, hit the bank, and go grocery shopping as well.
It was fucking hot by the time I was finally done.
Just sucked the life out of me.
I got home around 1500, and decided to take a short nap in the
AC before finishing the comic.
I just woke up. I’m too used to living in AC, I guess.
The thought of riding my motorcycle in this weather – black
leather jacket – is out of the question. I’m not a t-shirt and
shorts on two wheels kind of idiot.
I’ll finish the comic in the morning. Sorry,
but it’s back to bed for me.
Groceries are still in the van, except for the cold and
frozen stuff. At least I managed to get that stuff inside
and properly stowed.
The heat was bad enough, but that GROCERY BILL!
Fuck Slo Joe and the Ho. Things were so much better under Trump.
No wonder they stopped counting groceries and gasoline in the
inflation index. I’m rambling. Back to bed.
I hear that, I’ve got to track down a shorted fence, repair
both back steps and front ramp, and find time to mow the
yard, my son is off work but he has a boat trailer to sand
blast, so I can’t expect him to help. Some days I wish I never
came out of retirement…
No sweat. I cannot handle heat. Haven’t been able to since
April of 08. When you are active or get hot your pulse rate
goes up to circulate your blood faster in part to help you
get rid of heat. I have lived with a pacemaker since 08.
If I get active the device has 3 axis accelerometers which
are triggered if I’m up moving around. It doesn’t have any
way to tell I’m overheating. If I overexert I get very sick
to my stomach – as in calling for “Earl” at the porcelain
throne. No fun!
I got jumped on by my kidney doc, dealing with escaped cows,
repairs to the fence, and daily chores, I got so dehydrated that
my kidney function dropped 12%…
So no more hot sun for this guy. I don’t know who was more
upset, my doc or my wife. I’ve always sweated heavily, I guess
that’s a bad thing now.
again useless info:
the ‘dagger’ Mavia carries is called the
Silver Shadow. there are 3 variants.
prototype (7″), silver (12″), and
dark shadow (all black)
President Elect Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH Neanderthal B Woodman Domestic Violent Extremist SuperStraight
That’s what it looks like to me. That or a good old fashioned
Arkansas Toothpick. I’m no expert in knives but it looks like
the way Mavia stabbed him – unless she severed his spinal
cord – wouldn’t kill him quick. I would have thought it more
immediately effective to jam the knife up into his skull
through the neural foramen at the base of the skull.
Wiggle it and pith him like a frog.
I hate this time of year, all the fireworks going
off reminds me too much of “back home.” Yes
I know it’s not the 4th yet, but people like to
play with the heavier stuff before it’s time. I
feel for any vet that’s jumping at the booms too.
The noise doesn’t bother me, other than like
last year when I ran off 3 teen boys trying to
light our hay bales of fire with bottle rockets.
I just feel for the vets, after seeing that friend
at work twitch so much from it. He was in ‘Nam.
President Elect Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH Neanderthal B Woodman Domestic Violent Extremist SuperStraight
Stupid gets what stupid deserves. They thought they could
successfully attack THAT party and NOT get killed?
It’s the Empire you morons, they have fought far better
fighters than you and still walked away.
This reminds me of a line from an old (to me) song.
“An ambushed ambush isn’t very nice.”
If you’re interested in something SCAdian: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD_4ADZBzF4
And yes I can explain every line,
but it’s best done in person over Tully.
Rob, if you’d like turn that into a link
for me and then delete this line.
Different styles.
Sorry about the delay. I wasn’t able to finish today’s comic,
so I decided to post what I have and finish it tomorrow.
I had something come up early this morning, so since I had to
go into town and renew the tags on my cars anyway, I decided to
visit my lawyer, hit the bank, and go grocery shopping as well.
It was fucking hot by the time I was finally done.
Just sucked the life out of me.
I got home around 1500, and decided to take a short nap in the
AC before finishing the comic.
I just woke up. I’m too used to living in AC, I guess.
The thought of riding my motorcycle in this weather – black
leather jacket – is out of the question. I’m not a t-shirt and
shorts on two wheels kind of idiot.
I’ll finish the comic in the morning. Sorry,
but it’s back to bed for me.
Groceries are still in the van, except for the cold and
frozen stuff. At least I managed to get that stuff inside
and properly stowed.
The heat was bad enough, but that GROCERY BILL!
Fuck Slo Joe and the Ho. Things were so much better under Trump.
No wonder they stopped counting groceries and gasoline in the
inflation index. I’m rambling. Back to bed.
I hear that, I’ve got to track down a shorted fence, repair
both back steps and front ramp, and find time to mow the
yard, my son is off work but he has a boat trailer to sand
blast, so I can’t expect him to help. Some days I wish I never
came out of retirement…
No sweat. I cannot handle heat. Haven’t been able to since
April of 08. When you are active or get hot your pulse rate
goes up to circulate your blood faster in part to help you
get rid of heat. I have lived with a pacemaker since 08.
If I get active the device has 3 axis accelerometers which
are triggered if I’m up moving around. It doesn’t have any
way to tell I’m overheating. If I overexert I get very sick
to my stomach – as in calling for “Earl” at the porcelain
throne. No fun!
So don’t worry. We’ll keep.
I got jumped on by my kidney doc, dealing with escaped cows,
repairs to the fence, and daily chores, I got so dehydrated that
my kidney function dropped 12%…
So no more hot sun for this guy. I don’t know who was more
upset, my doc or my wife. I’ve always sweated heavily, I guess
that’s a bad thing now.
again useless info:
the ‘dagger’ Mavia carries is called the
Silver Shadow. there are 3 variants.
prototype (7″), silver (12″), and
dark shadow (all black)
Variation of the
Sykes-Fairbairn
fighting knife?
That’s what it looks like to me. That or a good old fashioned
Arkansas Toothpick. I’m no expert in knives but it looks like
the way Mavia stabbed him – unless she severed his spinal
cord – wouldn’t kill him quick. I would have thought it more
immediately effective to jam the knife up into his skull
through the neural foramen at the base of the skull.
Wiggle it and pith him like a frog.
I hate this time of year, all the fireworks going
off reminds me too much of “back home.” Yes
I know it’s not the 4th yet, but people like to
play with the heavier stuff before it’s time. I
feel for any vet that’s jumping at the booms too.
Yeah. My son hasn’t liked fireworks
since he came home from Desert Storm.
The noise doesn’t bother me, other than like
last year when I ran off 3 teen boys trying to
light our hay bales of fire with bottle rockets.
I just feel for the vets, after seeing that friend
at work twitch so much from it. He was in ‘Nam.
Trixie seems to have a wicked
nasty sense of humor
Stupid gets what stupid deserves. They thought they could
successfully attack THAT party and NOT get killed?
It’s the Empire you morons, they have fought far better
fighters than you and still walked away.
This reminds me of a line from an old (to me) song.
“An ambushed ambush isn’t very nice.”
If you’re interested in something SCAdian:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QD_4ADZBzF4
And yes I can explain every line,
but it’s best done in person over Tully.
Rob, if you’d like turn that into a link
for me and then delete this line.
Son of a gun. Happened automatically. never mind.