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.
I just got back from my doctor. I swear, she’s so young I’d expect to see her
working a McDonald’s drive through. I feel old. I am old.
Ever since Friday, I’ve been in and out of bed, getting short naps at best.
Haven’t been able to do much, although I’m feeling better now. She told me
that my problem is most likely a lot of things, my lifetime of smoking, my
more sedentary lifestyle since I retired, lack of family, past experiences…
Briefly, I’m old, worn out, and of less physical capacity than at any other
time of my life. That, and being at the low point of my manic-depressive cycle
all hit me at the same time.
Not much cure for what ails me, except to keep on putting one foot in front
of the other until I’m through.
That, and having a female relative – why I visited my lawyer – trying to have
me declared incompetent so that she could get control of my life – and finances –
didn’t do me any good.
She’s divorced, up to her eyeballs in debt, and has been demanding that I support
her because she has kids and no money, and I have money, no debts, and no kids.
Haven’t seen the bitch in years, and now have a restraining order against her. But
the stress just piled up on me at the worst time.
Anyway, the bottom four images are done, working on the dialogue now. This will
probably have to do for today’s strip, as well. Sorry, I just don’t have what it takes
to do an entire page in five hours today.
It’s good to hear you’re back. We’ve been worried.
Drink water. You’re not that old, but generally older
people tend to not feel thirst and don’t drink enough
water.
I mean, when they feel thirst, they are dehydrated already.
So count glasses, cups or bottles of water, coffee, tea or
whatever you drink and keep track how much you drink daily.
I started doing that myself and was surprised to find out
that for example I could drink about two glasses (about
half a liter) for a whole day. That’s waay too little.
Especially when it’s hot.
You are clearly competent and sane. (Which puts you ahead of both major
political parties’ candidates for Prez, IMAO.) Listen to your doctor and
stay hydrated. Sunday (morning) was cool enough I was able to mow my
yard, but was DONE for three hours after that, and when I went back out
I could only haul deadfall for a half hour before I was done again. Being
old isn’t for the weak. You are strong to still BE here. Don’t push yourself
too far. And you have family — or at least friends who will do what we can.
My foot doc is in her early 30’s, my cancer doc is the same.
It’s hard not to talk like a parent to either 🙂 I can relate.
When I see what you post, you’re doing better than my
patchwork psyche, depending on how tired or ill I feel affects
how coherent my writing is, I’ve been doing a re-read and
I’m shocked how poorly I have been doing lately. You’re fine
PC, we all have bad days. Just take care of yourself,
we can wait!
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.
When I told him about those jerks, he told me\to follow him,
we got to his gun safe, unlocked it, handed me his “killin’ stick”
he got the fancy one I told you guys about, and pulled out a
box of reloads. I said “Whoa! I hated that too, but killing them
isn’t worth the jail time! This ain’t Texas, be hard to get away
with.” he just smiled and showed me it was salt shot. They never
did show up again last year.
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.
Assuming the guy isn’t utterly stupid, he has to read this as “I will stay
alive only as long as I keep them thinking I have more to tell.” This means
he will stall and delay saying anything as long as he thinks he can without
making them think he has nothing left, and when he really has nothing
left, he’ll make up stuff as long as possible while trying to not contradict
himself. It’s the only way he has to play for time.
Ah, but Dagger is there, and you’ve got at least two cats who can hear
his heartbeat and smell his fear. I doubt he can lie and get away with it. https://thegentlewolf.net/comic/tgw-882/
President Elect Toxic Deplorable Racist SAH Neanderthal B Woodman Domestic Violent Extremist SuperStraight
Well I was wondering if the vote chicanery was going to start up again
and sure enough the numbers look hinkey. Here are the top spots as
of 19:39 CDT:
Kemono (sic) Cafe 1007
Lancer 1000
Vision Haze 994
Vixen Logic 968
Wildly Normal 959
Next nearest is Delv with 542. Big jump from 5th to 6th. FYI
TGW is at 13th with 207. {sigh} Those guys weren’t even on
the board this morning. Sorry, Catman. We try.
A rookie Secret Service agent was assigned to Donald Trump, and on
his first day of security detail he was leading the president past a crowd
when he saw a man reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pistol. He
grabbed Trump by the shoulders and yelled out, “MICKEY MOUSE!”
The assassin was so confused by this outburst that he hesitated for
a few seconds, giving the rest of the security detail time to rush in and
arrest him.
The new agent was then taken back to HQ for debriefing. His superior
shook his hand and said, “That was amazing work out there, very quick
thinking, but I have to ask, what made you think of saying Mickey Mouse?”
Embarrassed, the agent looked around, making sure nobody else could
see or hear him.
“To tell you the truth sir, I got a little nervous in the heat of the moment
and misspoke. I meant to say ‘Donald, duck!’”
I saw this headline on the Babylon Bee and thought it was funny.
Hope it’s not too political. Dems Stick With Biden As It Would Be A Real Pain To Reprint
These Ballots They Already Filled Out
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.
Petercat are you alright?
The “tomorrow” went and gone and we haven’t heard from you since…
2nd that! PC you okay?!
I’m hoping you’re feeling better, too. Worried about you. This heat kills.
I just got back from my doctor. I swear, she’s so young I’d expect to see her
working a McDonald’s drive through. I feel old. I am old.
Ever since Friday, I’ve been in and out of bed, getting short naps at best.
Haven’t been able to do much, although I’m feeling better now. She told me
that my problem is most likely a lot of things, my lifetime of smoking, my
more sedentary lifestyle since I retired, lack of family, past experiences…
Briefly, I’m old, worn out, and of less physical capacity than at any other
time of my life. That, and being at the low point of my manic-depressive cycle
all hit me at the same time.
Not much cure for what ails me, except to keep on putting one foot in front
of the other until I’m through.
That, and having a female relative – why I visited my lawyer – trying to have
me declared incompetent so that she could get control of my life – and finances –
didn’t do me any good.
She’s divorced, up to her eyeballs in debt, and has been demanding that I support
her because she has kids and no money, and I have money, no debts, and no kids.
Haven’t seen the bitch in years, and now have a restraining order against her. But
the stress just piled up on me at the worst time.
Anyway, the bottom four images are done, working on the dialogue now. This will
probably have to do for today’s strip, as well. Sorry, I just don’t have what it takes
to do an entire page in five hours today.
It’s good to hear you’re back. We’ve been worried.
Drink water. You’re not that old, but generally older
people tend to not feel thirst and don’t drink enough
water.
I mean, when they feel thirst, they are dehydrated already.
So count glasses, cups or bottles of water, coffee, tea or
whatever you drink and keep track how much you drink daily.
I started doing that myself and was surprised to find out
that for example I could drink about two glasses (about
half a liter) for a whole day. That’s waay too little.
Especially when it’s hot.
You are clearly competent and sane. (Which puts you ahead of both major
political parties’ candidates for Prez, IMAO.) Listen to your doctor and
stay hydrated. Sunday (morning) was cool enough I was able to mow my
yard, but was DONE for three hours after that, and when I went back out
I could only haul deadfall for a half hour before I was done again. Being
old isn’t for the weak. You are strong to still BE here. Don’t push yourself
too far. And you have family — or at least friends who will do what we can.
Thanks all. Page is up. Nap now.
My foot doc is in her early 30’s, my cancer doc is the same.
It’s hard not to talk like a parent to either 🙂 I can relate.
When I see what you post, you’re doing better than my
patchwork psyche, depending on how tired or ill I feel affects
how coherent my writing is, I’ve been doing a re-read and
I’m shocked how poorly I have been doing lately. You’re fine
PC, we all have bad days. Just take care of yourself,
we can wait!
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.
When I told him about those jerks, he told me\to follow him,
we got to his gun safe, unlocked it, handed me his “killin’ stick”
he got the fancy one I told you guys about, and pulled out a
box of reloads. I said “Whoa! I hated that too, but killing them
isn’t worth the jail time! This ain’t Texas, be hard to get away
with.” he just smiled and showed me it was salt shot. They never
did show up again last year.
“When I told my son”
I’m tired…
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.
Snidely wondering if Mavia would label people like these ambushers
“humans” and only her companions and other Imperials “terrans”.
Assuming the guy isn’t utterly stupid, he has to read this as “I will stay
alive only as long as I keep them thinking I have more to tell.” This means
he will stall and delay saying anything as long as he thinks he can without
making them think he has nothing left, and when he really has nothing
left, he’ll make up stuff as long as possible while trying to not contradict
himself. It’s the only way he has to play for time.
Ah, but Dagger is there, and you’ve got at least two cats who can hear
his heartbeat and smell his fear. I doubt he can lie and get away with it.
https://thegentlewolf.net/comic/tgw-882/
Speaking of which, if you’re searching for story
ideas, how about a follow-up of the AI androids?
“We have squeezed you dry.
You are now useless to us.
And we now discard you like the husk you are.
Enjoy the company of the boar”
Dehydration is easy to do in our age group, as I found out.
rest, drink until you’re having to pee often.
I figured it was something really stupid, I’m wondering if this
isn’t the mystery guy now.
Well I was wondering if the vote chicanery was going to start up again
and sure enough the numbers look hinkey. Here are the top spots as
of 19:39 CDT:
Kemono (sic) Cafe 1007
Lancer 1000
Vision Haze 994
Vixen Logic 968
Wildly Normal 959
Next nearest is Delv with 542. Big jump from 5th to 6th. FYI
TGW is at 13th with 207. {sigh} Those guys weren’t even on
the board this morning. Sorry, Catman. We try.
A rookie Secret Service agent was assigned to Donald Trump, and on
his first day of security detail he was leading the president past a crowd
when he saw a man reaching into his jacket and pulling out a pistol. He
grabbed Trump by the shoulders and yelled out, “MICKEY MOUSE!”
The assassin was so confused by this outburst that he hesitated for
a few seconds, giving the rest of the security detail time to rush in and
arrest him.
The new agent was then taken back to HQ for debriefing. His superior
shook his hand and said, “That was amazing work out there, very quick
thinking, but I have to ask, what made you think of saying Mickey Mouse?”
Embarrassed, the agent looked around, making sure nobody else could
see or hear him.
“To tell you the truth sir, I got a little nervous in the heat of the moment
and misspoke. I meant to say ‘Donald, duck!’”
no talk can’t breathe!
(WHEEEEEZE!)
I love it. 🙂 Belly sore,
no fair! 😛
Well, rookie SS agents never start out with the most responsible
assignments, but other than that little quibble, it is funny.
Thanks, PC!
I saw this headline on the Babylon Bee and thought it was funny.
Hope it’s not too political.
Dems Stick With Biden As It Would Be A Real Pain To Reprint
These Ballots They Already Filled Out
I don’t care which party you identify with, that’s funny!
I saw on the news yesterday that not only did
Biden want to run again this year, the Dems were
quick to say “Oh HELL na” heh.
What’s sad is that he probably really
does think he’s competent.
He never has been.