Yeah, that piggy would have been happy to get a little meat in it’s diet.
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Why not insist on a recheck in one month instead of two?
Headline on NPR.org, emphasis added
Walking While Old: Seniors Face Greatest Death Risk
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OF COURSE THEY DO
My 71 year old mom is trying to get into her Apple ID, and these are the criteria for her new password: it wants at least 8 characters, with at least one number and two letters - one upper case and one lower case; it cannot include three consecutive and identical characters; it cannot be the same as your apple ID or be any password you have used in the last year.
After 15 minutes of trying to meet all these criteria, she finally gets it all typed in; “YOUR SESSION HAS TIMED OUT.” :smack:
pigs will actively hunt the hunter back, and are almost as dangerous as a Cape Buffalo. They are also very territorial, which is why they are a danger to hikers.
At least turn it into bacon and chops. Many areas have programs for processing unwanted game for use in shelters.
poor piggy!
You are a very evil person, and I like how you think.
Silly me, wasting money on ammo when I have a much more deadly weapon at hand. (Although, if I actually tried to pick Steve up, I probably wouldn’t have a hand left.)
I learned a lot yesterday. I knew wild pigs were a danger, but I didn’t really know it.
I knew shotguns made a mess of things, I shoot watermelons to watch them blow up. I’ve seen crime scene pictures of people who had been shot with shotguns. I’ve seen autopsy photos of those same victims, with arrows pointing to all the damage. I thought I knew what to expect if I ever had to shoot at living, breathing flesh. I didn’t.
I knew that if I ever had to use lethal force to protect myself or others that I would have to depend on my training, because this would be a once in a lifetime event for me. I didn’t understand how that would work either. My body did its job while my mind was running in circles and screaming and shouting. More training is needed.
I knew a lot of things, but I didn’t know them. This was not a fun experience and I really hope it never happens again.
As to processing the meat, that pig took 4 shots to his center of mass (12-gauge buckshot) and then another 2 shots (.45) to the head after he was down but still moving. Bill didn’t think that it would be worth the mess to load it into the truck because he thought all the meat was ruined.
So, the client is gone. Client’s very sweet dog is gone. While the cats were investigating the guest room to be sure it was theirs again, Lucky managed to get stuck in the bottom dresser drawer.
You are a very evil person, and I like how you think.
Silly me, wasting money on ammo when I have a much more deadly weapon at hand. (Although, if I actually tried to pick Steve up, I probably wouldn’t have a hand left.)
I learned a lot yesterday. I knew wild pigs were a danger, but I didn’t really know it.
I knew shotguns made a mess of things, I shoot watermelons to watch them blow up. I’ve seen crime scene pictures of people who had been shot with shotguns. I’ve seen autopsy photos of those same victims, with arrows pointing to all the damage. I thought I knew what to expect if I ever had to shoot at living, breathing flesh. I didn’t.
I knew that if I ever had to use lethal force to protect myself or others that I would have to depend on my training, because this would be a once in a lifetime event for me. I didn’t understand how that would work either. My body did its job while my mind was running in circles and screaming and shouting. More training is needed.
I knew a lot of things, but I didn’t know them. This was not a fun experience and I really hope it never happens again.
As to processing the meat, that pig took 4 shots to his center of mass (12-gauge buckshot) and then another 2 shots (.45) to the head after he was down but still moving. Bill didn’t think that it would be worth the mess to load it into the truck because he thought all the meat was ruined.
So, the client is gone. Client’s very sweet dog is gone. While the cats were investigating the guest room to be sure it was theirs again, Lucky managed to get stuck in the bottom dresser drawer.
NameNN.
Name = Child, grandchild or pet name
NN = year they were born.
There, you now have a list to choose from. Write it on a post-it or 3x5 and stick it on the wall above the computer.
I have one of those on Facebook, and another who is very pro-gun and I think tea party. I usually just ignore them.
My rant: I come home, go to look at some things on my iPad, no internet! Crap, is the net down? Something up with the modem? Nope, my wireless router is down so if I want to play online it’s my phone or tying myself to a wire again and I’d rather do other things than play with the desktop which needs some tuning up anyway.
I guess that means I have to go router shopping tomorrow, but if I happen to wander through the NAS and maybe one falls into my hands.. (I’ve been thinking of getting myself set up proper, I’ve just been lazy and most items I need are on the laptop but it would be nice to have easier access to some files..)
Oh, I dunno - you could make a case for little kids (darting out into the street) or texting teens (not looking where they’re going). I don’t think it was entirely obvious.
Did you try hard booting the router? Mine goes on walkabout every few months, a hard boot gets it’s attention.
My NAS has 8.5Tb of RAID5 room. Anything worth doing, is worth overdoing.
Well shit. I chipped my tooth today and the dentist isn’t open on weekends. So now I have to wait until God knows when, completely unable to stop thinking about how irritated I am about chipping my tooth.
I unplugged it and plugged it back in, but no lights are on and no one’s home.
I’ve been wanting a NAS for a bit, now I just have a good excuse to go to the store!
But by leaving the carcass in place isn’t it most likely going to end up as food for the local feral pig population? Usually you tend to only leave food out for ferals that you’ve had a chance to have removed from the gene pool, don’t you?
Did you plug it in at the DC connector, or did you make sure the wall wart is still plugged in at the surge protector?
Good thinking - I’ll pass it on to her.
Dear Idiot Relatives of my Fiancé,
Fuck all of you. If you can’t be bothered to send an email to RSVP to our wedding, I have no interest in seeing your redneck faces at the wedding.
Do you want to give me something else to rant about? 
I have no trouble doing basic troubleshooting on my own. It’s plugged in on both ends (be hugely surprised if it weren’t considering the location) and I even unplugged it from everything else and tried it in another outlet. Dead as a door nail.
I didn’t want to make a whole thread about this, but it’s not really a mini rant either. Just got done with a long time coming good cry. I’m really burnt out. I feel like the guy spinning plates on some old variety show. Every decision is up to me and I have no support or reward for anything I do.
My job is unrewarding and physically exhausting, but it’s hard to leave because the pay and benefits are much better than I could find elsewhere with my skills.
I took off a day of work this last Friday and was excited to have a relaxing, long weekend and get around to doing house projects I’ve been neglecting.
But nope, I ended up doing nothing. My joints ache and I have no motivation. I need an escape. This would be the ideal time to start drinking except I hate the taste. LOL
So now it’s Sunday. I have no food in the house and no motivation to go grocery shopping. My live in babysitter (my son’s father) wants us to go to the playground since it’s a nice day out, but I just want them to leave me alone. I just want to soak in the bath and have a good cry.
I feel like a crappy mother.
I have a pile of bills due that will sit there, I’m trying to move out of my city into a better one that has better schools for my son. The buying and selling of houses is all on me. I hope to be living elsewhere by the next school year.
My sons father lives with me only because I need him to watch our son while I work. If it wasn’t for our child we would be separated. I’ve search for a daycare to put my son in, but none of them are open early enough. My shift starts at 6am and I don’t leave work until 5pm.
He refuses to get a job or help much with anything. I have so much resentment with him, but I need him to watch our son. The only other help I get is from my mom, but she’s in her late 70’s and I would never ask her to watch my son all day. She has health issues and her own things to deal with.
I have no social life or any energy to go out anyway. I’ve lost touch with a lot of my friends and truthfully, when the phone rings, I dread talking to anyone.
My long weekend that I was looking forward to is now done and I have to face the dreaded job in the morning.
The only thing that keeps me going, is I am eligible for an early retirement program in 6 more years and thanks to my dearly departed father who taught me how to save money and spend wisely, I will have enough money to live without working again.
In 6 years, I can leave my job, my son will be in 4th grade in the school system/ city I want to move to and I can finally kick my live in babysitter/ baby daddy to the curb. I have so many hobbies, vacations and going with my son to all kinds of great places that I’d like to do, but right now I have no time or energy for any of it
It’s terrible to wish my life away, but i feel like I’m in such a deep rut with no immediate solution, except to bide my time and suffer through it.
Sorry, for the long crazy rant. I was sobbing at the beginning of it, but typing out my thoughts has made me feel a bit better. I’m sure my grammar was bad too, forgive me.
I wish I could help for real, but all I’ve got is internet hugs 
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