The door opened and Ramesh found himself face to face with a Troll, a Troll like in The Hobbit. The Troll was doing a dope deal with a chunky young Korean dude.
“Oh shit, the cops,” shrieked the dude.
And at that moment Ramesh remembered that he was wearing a badge.
Today’s Story…
The Troll stood about six foot eight even with his slouchy posture, with a bald head and gray goatee, and several obvious piercings. He was fat, like three neckrolls fat, and dressed in Doc Martens boots, calf-length baggy black jorts, and a black t-shirt with the Thought! Magazine nameplate over his left breast. And large and surprisingly shapely breasts they were, which was a bit unnerving for Ramesh. The Troll looked at Ramesh and grinned widely. His teeth weren’t as fangy as Ramesh expected, and were clean and some had silver fillings.
“Look who’s back. Hi Doc,” said the Troll to Ramesh before turning back to the dude.
“Stuff it, Cho. Doc Bombay ain’t no more a cop than me.”
“Nice suit, Doc,” said the Troll, turning back to Ramesh. “Big change from your usual outfit.”
“Hi. Thanks.” said Ramesh, very curious but deciding his best action was to play along. He recognized the handle “Doctor Bombay, You Know from Mumbai” from lurking on the Thought! website at his boss’ behest. Perhaps all South Asians looked alike to Trolls, and obviously the dude didn’t know Doctor Bombay.
“Hey, can you drop something off with Mario,” the Troll asked Ramesh.
“Sure.”
“Great, I’ll make it worth your while. Here’s his zee,” said the Troll producing a sealed plastic bag of weed.
“Alea iacta est,” thought Ramesh and stepped through the door.
“Here’s a bud for you. Pineapple Express.” The Troll unpalmed a smallish colita and handed it to Ramesh along with the bag.
Ramesh had smoked quite a bit of pot before becoming a federal prosecutor. His gift bud appeared to be from the same batch as the weed in the bag. He gave the megabud a good sniff. It was indeed the Express, and of a most fragrant character. “Thanks,” he nodded appreciatively to the Troll and dropped the pot into his suit coat pocket.
“What are you going to be, Doc? Detective? Which timeline?”
“Junior federal prosecutor, working for Preet,” said Ramesh, remembering that the truth was the best lie of all.
“Hurr-Durr,” laughed Godwin. “No way…”
Wow, so Trolls really did laugh like that, thought Ramesh.
Godwin’s laugh degenerated into a long, nasty series of lung noises which culminated in the production of a sizeable loogie which the Troll expertly spat into a short, widemouthed brass vase sitting on the floor. The loogie hit with enough force to cause the vase to tip slightly, whereupon it started rotating making a wuka-wuka noise before finally coming to rest. The oyster, which had been sitting on the lip of the vase covering the opening, slowly burbled up then burst with a wet “plorp” and oozed slowly into the vase.
“Hey Godwin, my bags look kind of light,” whined Cho holding up two anemic snack baggies containing shake, stems, and seeds – the worst sort of schoolyard schwag.
“Take it or leave it, Cho. And tell Mr. Rico Suave he’ll get a nicer bag if he came down himself instead of sending his fanboi interns, and buy more than a dime bag at a time. You’d think he could afford that, right? Your bag is light because of the risk I’m taking,” said Godwin hooking his huge thumb at the sign on the door. “I’m doing good in commenter training and don’t want to fuck it up. Why are you still here?”
Cho stuffed the bags in the pocket of his skinny jeans, and hustled out the door and up the steps, shaking his fulsome rump in its stretchy denim cradle to Godwin’s obvious enjoyment. “Doctor Gilhooly is right, you people are all just one step away from Nazis,” called Cho petulantly over his shoulder.
Ramesh expected Godwin to pursue and catch Cho, and subsequently dismember and/or eat him. Instead, Godwin just slammed the great door shut and began beating on it with his huge fists. “That little shit,” bellowed Godwin. Ramesh now understood how the dimple had formed in the door.
“Hey, could you have the Paw do me one last time,” asked Godwin, still slightly tumescent from his scene with Cho and subsequent raging.
Ramesh didn’t know what Godwin meant by “do me,” but he was about to find out. He had nothing against gay, but working a zombie monkey paw to give a Troll a telekinetic handy was just a bit out there.
“Sure,” he said, playing for time.
To Ramesh’s surprise, Godwin turned his back and bent over slightly cupping his knees with his huge palms. There was ample buttcrack showing. The troll was wearing a black jockstrap with “NASTYPIG” woven into the waistband fabric in red, along with a pig snout logo. Ramesh suddenly felt queasy, like an hour after Chipotle queasy.
Ramesh slowly reached into the purse and extracted the Paw by the stump and held the hand upright, palm towards Godwin. He knew it was best to be very specific with tulpas, but he also didn’t want to risk giving the wrong instruction. And Godwin had said “one last time,” so presumably the paw knew what to do.
Monkey Paw, Monkey Paw,
Make Godwin happy.
Monkey Paw, Monkey Paw,
Just like before.
Sad monkey hoots. The Paw slowly formed its tiny hand into a claw and started flexing its fingers. Ramesh noticed a twitching lump underneath Godwin’s shirt in the vicinity of the shoulder blades. He waved the Paw around with a vigorous circular motion and as he did so the shirt lump tracked the movements of the Paw. Godwin began making a series of happy grunts. Ramesh started moving the Paw down then up, from as high as his arm would reach down to the point in space where the jockstrap waistband began to move. He didn’t want to risk taking the Paw below the equator. Dark spots appeared at several places on Godwin’s shirt, as the Paw popped pustules and expressed bullae.
“Right there,” grunted Godwin in a voice an octave below basso profondo.
Ramesh worked the paw extra special hard and wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve this. He finally finished everything that could reasonably be considered Godwin’s back, and paused.
Godwin straightened up, as much as one could with his physique. “Thanks, Doc. I haven’t had one that good since Lützi Steegenwould was here. She took the MTA out to Brooklyn to buy a garden rake with her little intern stipend just to scratch my back. Godwin became lachrymose, which eventually caused the production of another loogie and another ringing of the vase.
Ramesh had worked up a bit of a sweat. That was the difference between Western magic and Eastern magic – wizards just waved their wands and shit happened; shamans had to expend energy equal to the effect they achieved. The Paw waited for a few seconds after Ramesh stopped moving it, then started cleaning under its fingernails using its thumbnail, then vice versa. Finally the Paw balled its tiny fist then unballed it quickly three times in succession then shook its fingers out. Funny that something dead and rotting, and animated by the darkest necromancy, should be so fastidious. Ramesh dropped the Paw back into the purse.
“I guess I’ll head over to Mario’s now,” said Ramesh.
“Yeah, I know you all have to get ready. I’ll miss you guys,” snuffled Godwin.
“Hey, you’re going to make a fine commenter,” said Ramesh, extending his hand.
“That means a lot, you being a William and Mary graduate.” At that, Godwin pulled Ramesh in for a big hug, and Ramesh found himself smothered in Troll moobage.
“Thanks,” said Ramesh once Godwin relaxed his embrace.
Ramesh turned and walked down the corridor, trying to be nonchalant as if he did this every day. He wondered if Godwin was checking out his butt. But even more disturbing was how Godwin knew he was a William and Mary alum. Unless Doctor Bombay was also an alum, but that would be suspiciously coincidental.
He came to to a Tee in the corridor. He stopped, looked and listened. Identical corridor in each direction. From the right he heard a muffled chorus of screeching, from the left he heard peppy Latin music.
The choice was obvious.
Comments
186 responses to “The Glibening, Part Eight: Curiouser and Curiouser…”
I know this guy, works in the mine, nobody knows where he calls home
Relevant
Opening a Redbubble store, and for the occasion I created some Gropin’ Joe 2020 merch!
Nice.
Most excellent. I like the hybridized JOE combining elements of Obummer’s and Felonia von Pantsuit’s campaign logos.
Based on, but different enough (I hope)his campaign logo.s campaign logo.
How insane is it that you need a frickin’ logo to run for president.
Meh, logos are slogans for the slow-witted. And slogans go at least as far back as ‘Tippecanoe and Tyler too’.
This is true. The Biden thing looks like a fucking gas station logo.
I wish more people would realize the similarities between political campaigning and commercial advertising. They’re pretty much exactly the same thing, but for some reason, people believe every single word in the advertisements of their chosen candidate. Even incredibly gullible people are still capable of reasoning “well of course they’d say that” when they see a commercial for some consumer product.
Nice, a suggestion- The “E” in joe is already halfway there but you could have it smushing into the O and have the “G” in groping kinda smushing in also bulge the center and you get a visual representation as well as textual.
::sigh::
You really are trying to get all of my $, aren’t you?
I want all the MONEY!!11!!
And, I’m damned near overstocked with t-shirts.
Damned near….
Then buy a sticker, there is one that is almost Fathead sized!
I know all about their stickers, sonny!
::looks up extra big redbubble stickers::
I’m mildly confused and disturbed by this. Maybe I need to re-read the older installments. That means I really need to start pounding beers.
Related to STEVE SMITH?
I dunno but Tonio’s pr0n collection frightens and confuses me.
Don’t go towards the peppy Latin music! It’s a trap! You’re going to get jumped by Guatemalan gnomes who will then violate you repeatedly while smoking the weed they stole from you.
“upside, inside out, livin la vida loca!”
You had me at left breast.
Playa is a troll tittie man.
*checks mirror*
Yep, it’s the left.
Diane Buranski voice:
Keep your legs together. This isn’t Jamaica.
“Daddy, are the Raptors the black ones or the white ones?”
“Ummmm”
Yes.
https://mobile.twitter.com/YouTube/status/1063152137083981825
Heh.
I’m reading the story right after I post, promise!
Godwin straightened up, as much as one could with his physique. “Thanks, Doc. I haven’t had one that good since Lützi Steegenwould was here
Hitler again………
He said Would…. hehe
Don’t talk about Lützi!
OH ITS TWU ITS TWU!
Baby, I am not from Havana!
Wanton Wednesday sez “We caused the Chernobyl disaster!”
https://thechive.com/2019/06/05/welcome-to-tug-paradise/
I can’t check them out right now, but just assume if she’s thicc, I’m game.
Is that a mother and daughter in the first photo? This suddenly became uncomfortable.
Soccer player continues to exhibit ignorance of economics, incentives, and demands:
Women’s World Cup: Fifa ‘entrenched in chauvinism’ over prize money, says Hope Solo
Note to self: don’t link to app.
https://www.bbc.com/sport/football/48535933
Wasn’t she the one who…
I can’t even keep track of it.
Something trailer parkish.
No offense meant to people who live in trailer parks. Offense meant to hope solo.
She beat the shit out of a relative so much that he needed medical treatment, and then us soccer did nothing to punish her. It would be like if we knew as a public fact an NFL player beat up his girlfriend and the NFL did nothing.
Nobody cared.
She’s yesterday’s news anyway. Hasn’t played in years.
Late to the thread, but she’s also a big fan of taking photos of her butthole and sharing them around. :-/
Do Glibs think that sports leagues should be enforcing game rules and leave enforcing laws to law enforcement and the courts?
Gee. I don’t know, Winston.
Shouldn’t they be protecting and growing their ‘brand’, like any other business? I mean, yeah–they have a long way* to go before they operate like other businesses, but, it’s not unreasonable for their to be consequences for an employee when they commit newsworthy crimes.
*OK, not so very long.
This. If it became public knowledge that I beat my wife, I’d be fired within a day or two, morals clause or no. I have a hard time getting worked up about that.
To English the shit out of this, you are saying you do, in fact beat your wife. You see, the modifier affects the first clause, not the second under this construction. The correct way to construct a hypothetical would be to…I need another beer, hang on…
“If I beated my wife”
Proper-like English.
You’re missing the ‘done’ before the verb as is proper-like.
Can confirm.
Ugh.
I really did choose the worst time to catch up on a bunch of H&H stories didn’t I? Read this right after and now with all these things coalescing in the inner recesses of my mind, I feel myself further slipping into the abyss that is utter madness and depravity. For whom does the bell troll? It trolls for me.
Twitter asking the big questions.
https://mobile.twitter.com/EcoSexuality/status/1136392021600559105
I’d watch Faces of Death before I’d watch either. I’ve tried watching 3 episodes of Black Mirror and just didn’t think it was any good.
Some of them are better than others. Though I do have to admit I haven’t been motivated to watch any of them a second time, yet – even I do have them on DVD.
Those are…unfortunate options.
LOL
Someone else recommended Maddow.
God, that would give me brain cramps.
I like Black Mirror. You philistines’ taste is all in your mouth.
Zucky in trouble.
https://www.businessinsider.com/facebook-investors-vote-to-fire-mark-zuckerberg-as-chairman-2019-6
Nowhere near as insufferable as Jack Dorsey.
They can’t do anything. Sell your shares if it bothers you.
One of my investing partners is the former CEO of BI. There’s a reason people are jumping ship.
“Some 68% of ordinary investors” = 1% of nothing.
Fuckin’ Tanooki Mario. That motherfucker.
Isn’t that what you get for fuckin’ around with vidya game furries?
But sadly, he still never gets the Peach.
Looks like home court has been snatched back. Warriors got no bench. Toronto in 6?
Warriors will win it. It may take 7 though. Thompson and Durant will be back on Friday.
Steve Kerr hates America.
Curry is the best pure shooter currently in the game, possibly ever, but even he couldn’t win it alone tonite. Draymond wasn’t at his top game. Mediocre bench effort, aside from Cook. Cousins didn’t look good. This was a game that the Raptors needed to win.
Cortez is a grifter. Is she dumb enough to believe her own twaddle? I don’t know, maybe. She’s paid well enough to pretend she does, and that buys a good deal of self-indulgence, no doubt enough to sample her own product. She’s treated like a grandee by other grifters and a good deal of honest rubes beside, so there’s a case to make that she, like countless airhead celebs before her, buys her own mythos. She’s a STAH and the world LOVES HER! But does it matter? Nope! She’s a creature built entirely of sackcloth and twine and platitudes for stuffing, a pinata for conservatives to wail on and for lefties to wail over, a punching bag for the one so the other can feel persecuted on behalf of something greater than themselves. Not, it must be said, much greater; Cortez and her followers did not break the mold for selfish, entitled narcissist, but they left it damn fragile. Greater than themselves is not a status they confer lightly, or at all, really: socialism, Cortez-style, is first and foremost about exalting themselves in all their feckless glory, turning their faint, luckless, and crushingly unremarkable lives into grand tales of destitution (forgetting they live opulent lives by all measures), channeling untold personal courage (anonymously, online, or in mobs), and fulfilling thankless duties (which they journal for one another, tediously). Cortez is no more real than the masses of saps who blew hot air into her sails and sent her rocketing across the shallow ocean of uniparty politics in some Bronx borough. She’s the product of university education circa 2018, precisely what you’d expect of an institution helmed entirely by fart-huffing, low-rent sophomore philosophers, dumbed down and overpriced, churning out sad-sack battalions of angsty, ungrateful, utterly undifferentiable masses of same, class after graduating class. She may be smart enough to know a meal ticket when she sees it, or too dumb to care, but either way, what a grift.
After parsing her audio to use for the cartoon I will say I don’t think she is as dumb as she comes across in public relations, and that part is probably an act. When conducting herself on the house floor she does seem competent but stupid in the way most politicians are.
Needs more emojis.
She’s a true believer in the adage, “I’ll use my powers for Good!” And, to her, ‘Good’ is trying to make sure everyone has a pony.
Also: Carlos, you’re a little bitch. If you want respect, for God’s sake, earn some.
“I have thick skin”.
Guy calls for and enourages milkshaking political opponents but can’t even handle a youtuber who mocks his pathetic existence.
LOL I was wondering what was the deplorable T-shirt that was behind all this.
Am I crazy or is this whole thing like a kindergarten slap-fight. All that’s missing is accusations of possessing cooties and perpetration of an Indian rope-burn.
It really is some juvenile playground bullshit and Carlos is the kid who always calls for his mom or dad to come in and bail him out.
It’s actually, “Socialism is for Figs”…OK, “F*gs”, with the * styled to look like a silhouette of figs.
Yeah, I know.
As I said below, comedy I don’t find funny is offensive, and I mean if we’re going to outlaw offensive things, this should go! Along with [insert thing here]!
I don’t find it funny either, and yes – that is offensive.
Meh, I like Newtons enough. Never been big on Mediterranean food, though.
Mmmm Fig Newtons. Childhood memory explosion.
I’ll cop to even liking the low-fat Newtons. Never tasted any difference.
That’s exactly what it is but with serious financial implications for content creators.
I have a tweet I’m trying to construct about being offended by youtube videos shot vertically on phones, but it’s just not coming together, and the only thing I find more offensive than that is humor I don’t find funny, which this would be if I didn’t construct the joke right.
You just hate her ’cause she’s the girl you wanted to bang in high school but she was outta your league. /MSM
I really hope her 15 minutes are up soon, but knowing my generation, I doubt it.
This would be embarrassing
Painfully embarrassing.
I’m just not sure which one should be more embarrassed.
OK, since HM isn’t around:
I eat ass.
Also, Douglas Kyle
I didn’t know you lived in Florida!
I………well, I suppose there is a minor bit of resemblance there.
But, “derogatory”??? To whom? I think Deputy Dawg was trying to use high-falutin’* words.
*can’t use offensive, since I would bet FL has a non-offense clause for LE
It sounds shitty.
Not as great as going out like Michael Douglas.
I mean, even if he got it Catherine’s ass, that is a risk that needs to be taken.
Yes. Although, I’m sure THE Michael Douglas (no, not him) had plenty of vectors from which to contract.
I, for one, do hope it wasn’t Kathleen Turner. OK, maybe 80’s Kathleen….
Just to go off on a tangent, there is a river here called the Embarrass River…What the fuck happened at that river? Or did the Spanish name it? Does it make women pregnant?!
Well, she is Doctor Pimple-Popper. You get over any embarrassing stuff in medical school.
???
Marcia Whats-her-name? Do you mean that’s a character she plays?
Seinfeld guest star.
Oohhh… I quasi-remember her being on it, but nothing specific.
Good times.
“Marcia Cross Learned Her Anal Cancer Likely Caused by Same HPV Strain as Husband’s Throat Cancer”
wait…what??? Oh…
Hmmm….
“So, what do you think I should specialize in? I mean, I could be a GP. But, I think I want to specialize. Like, Oncology.”
“I have no idea, man. Do what you like, I guess. Specialize in everything.”
“Seriously, dude. I need to figure this out. I could go ‘ears, nose, & throat’, or I could even go proctology.”
“Why not both?”
He starts to giggle.
“W-w-what?? C’mon, dude–how would I ever be able to practice both of those!?”
::Cue Thus Spake Zarathustra::
*theater applause*
::takes bow::
Thank you! You like me! You really like me!
He’s just talkin you up for a pump and dump. He doesn’t deserve you!
Few do.
I mean, he didn’t even spell theatre the snobby way, no way he has enough money to keep you happy as a side piece.
I would imagine he spends a fair bit keeping the pups healthy. That’s aces in my book.
Then again, what asshole would feel otherwise?
/no, don’t answer that.
“What I had was a bevy of girlfriends. I called them my ‘anal angels,’” she said. “You know, I kept saying, ‘If this doesn’t kill me, it’s like the best thing that could have ever happened.’ Because the experience of being loved like that — it blew my mind.”
When life starts to look more and more like a work of fiction on Glibs.
I wrote three different responses and had to delete them all. This is #4. You win the internet this day.
Thanks. It’s a great honor. I’ve never even had my own internet.
It’s almost like something out of a mushroom ? trip, our current popular culture is deeply weird.
The Holy Mountain notwithstanding?
I just had to, you know.
I would say The Holy Mountain was far more weird than our current cultural situation. But that is an extremely high bar.
You can’t tell, but I’m nodding in quiet contemplation and agreement.
https://archive.li/EVFcf/0819a7a7fcb6978019bf63429d5b34903c538c5f.jpg
NSFW.
https://archive.li/TwVlX/faa11bf7ede6632898ad1f1ff1c59210500c446c.jpg
People who don’t understand irony
https://twitchy.com/dougp-3137/2019/06/05/get-bernie-on-it-vox-writers-take-to-twitter-to-complain-about-the-pay-at-vox/
Good evening to you, sir. Any better at mid-week?
Thanks for asking SD. Right now I’m exhausted. Kitty had to go to eye vet today and wife couldn’t take her. Tomorrow is oldest kid’s high school graduation. Friday trial is supposed to start against insane former client. I might just drink a beer this weekend.
Vets and HS graduations and a trail….
You’re livin’ the dream, you know. Also, drink one for me–you have my permission.
*salutes*
I would stab someone in the eye for 30k. But that someone would not be my boss.
::quickly dons safety glasses before making redbubble purchase::
I’m pretty sure if you were willing to leave your corner of Wisconsin there is more money to be had.
Yeah, if you saw where I lived, rent free, you’d kill a hobo to live here. And then once you lived here and snakes falling out of the ceiling you’d move, but would have already killed that hobo. So at that point you might as well stay, otherwise killing that hobo was for nothing…Not that…Um…
::quickly jots down reminder to shave before ever meeting CPRM::
Oh gah
Bitches have absolutely no skills. No wonder Gran-zilla scared them off.
You’d think at least one of them would have seen Jerry Springer.
Do you really want to see any of them twerk?
::ponders this::
Well………..hmmm……I mean………….let me take another look…..
Not even if I watched with your eyes.
Heh.
Plus, you done gone and lit the signal, now!
I didn’t see that one coming.
This is why I don’t car pool.
Gifs that end too soon indeed. Too hilarious.
Let’s see. The one on the left is catching the other from falling backwards. The pair on the right is just supporting the neck from moving until the emts arrive.
Dammit. Animation took forever to appear. I assumed it was a static image.
Womp Womp
At what point does this become a recruiting problem?
https://www.dailycaller.com/2019/06/05/google-fires-republican-engineer-outrage-mobs/
At no point. I doubt they hire anyone over 30, at least the rand and file. And for the management I’m sure there’s no shortage of willing applicants who know how to tow the lion.
*”rank”
The first one is more compelling than Dagney owning choochoos.
Really? I understand it isn’t hurting them now. I would think at some point there is going to be some amount of talent that passes either because they have differing political views so they would feel unwelcome or just want to avoid politics at work so they view Google as toxic.
Of course talent passes. I wouldn’t fucking work there. But there’s a line miles long of idiots who will.
Ok. Point taken.
I know quite a few people who have jumped ship to Google. Some were true believer leftists, so it wasn’t an issue. Others were getting paid really really well.
I get the sense that most of the Google insanity is contained to the HQ. That’s true for all of the SV companies. Short of some mandatory I&D bullshit, the crazy is concentrated in the Bay Area.
DuckDuckGo aside, when will this be enough for a counter-Google? And, I know that is one tall order. Also, not asking for Conserva-Google–just an adequate alternative.
Never, the next move is to nationalize Google, then it will have the right quotas even if doesn’t, and dissenters will be jailed.
Can I hate everyone involved in this? Everyone needs to STFU about shit that has nothing to do with their job, and get kicked to the curb immediately, for cause, if they can’t. Too late I know.
The very existence of political listservs is a huge red flag that they’ve lost the plot.
Yes.
It’s a symptom of them catering to their employees’ every whim – the digital equivalent of foosball tables and beanbag chairs.
I never liked beanbag chairs beyond 8 years old. They’re always disappointing and don’t live up to the promise of a supportive structure.
That’s because you’ve been using the wrong bean bags…launches into an infomercial clipshow of people falling out of beanbag chairs…But what if I told you there was a better way?!
*turns off tv and throws beanbag in trash*
So true.
Matt Christiansen invites you all to stare into the abyss.
Where to begin with that
hotcold mess?I’ll say it it. Haydan Christianson was actually good in Shattered Glass.
I just laugh at that – the idea of these punk kids being major figures at a magazine is just ridiculous. Where’s the grizzled managers? Is anyone is charge there?
pffft…..Ageist.
Nowadays, no. That’s partly why the writing is weak and public figures so easily bullshit the press.
You’ve linked to him a few times. He’s good. What’s his background?
I don’t really know. I know that I had seen various videos on my YT feed at times, and even watched a couple. Love his very mellow, but, well-intoned voice.
Someone here a month or so ago gave me a list of more right-ish YTers to check out. Apologies to whoever that was–I have slept since then. Maybe Neph, or, straff?
He doesn’t end to do hyperbole. Doesn’t demagogue (that I’ve seen). Just an even keel. Not that there aren’t/won’t be detractors, but, he seems rather uncontroversial to me.
What subjects are you looking for on YT? Anything specific?
It seems everyone is in for the night. So, I made a note in my diary while waiting around.
It simply says, “Bugger.”
I’m here! Finally back at home
Howdy! Everything go well (travel, business, et al)?
Yep. Got everything tested and in place. Ready to fling some stuff down Range next week we
From CPRM’s backyard (sorta).
Good to hear it went well, and, that you’re home again.
It’s always nice to be home. I had an extended business trip of three weeks in Fiji and Australia – nice as those sound it was great when I got home.
The comfort of the familiar.
How was the trip? I imagine Fiji is nice, but, maybe not as much as the tourism/professional photographers make it out to be.
The job was at a resort so the surroundings were nice. But when you’re working 9-10 hours a day and you’re not free to look around or just hang out at the beach it’s just a job.
One thing that was cool was running a small team of locals who were really enthusiastic about doing the job.
When you did have time in Fiji, did you do anything, fun-wise? What, apart from beach life is there for non-residents?
From what I can tell, Fijians are big on at least one version of rugby, and I have had the impression it would be prominent in bigger areas. Not that applies here….but, yeah, rugby(?)
that *it* applies
We did have one day of rest – so we hung out at the pool and drank. Freaking expensive but covered by the company. Really not sure what non-touristy things there are to do. I’m not too interested in scuba/snorkeling where sea snakes are common.
Rugby, yeah. I saw a statistic on-line about Fiji – that out of a population just short of a million people total there are 80,000 registered rugby players.
Yeah, no. They are kinda cool to see on a nature program, but, I’d nope right the hell out of that. too.
As for that 80,000–am I wrong to understand it as similar to basketball/football in the US for ‘lower-economic’ kids? Being big and willing to take one hell of a beating can be a golden ticket?
I remember, many years ago, I was snorkeling in Okinawa. A softball-sized jellyfish was moving in my direction at my chest. It didn’t move very fast but I was nowhere as nimble as it was in the water. That just kinda re-enforced the idea that I am not supposed to be in the ocean.
A suppose the classification “lower-economic” pretty much applies to the largest number of Fijians. I guess the 12-15 upper-income Fijians who are big enough to play rugby don’t have to consider it.
Yeah, I wasn’t quite sure, but it did look like a lot of poverty/no-money any time I’ve seen Fiji on the tube.
I think I was stung by some type of jelly in Florida about 20 years ago. It wasn’t much, but my friend saw it and tried to warn me. I actually don’t remember what part it caught–an arm/hand, I think. The sting wasn’t all that bad, but definitely not pleasant.
I love me some beach and ocean terrain, but, yeah–what you can’t see can hurt like hell. What you CAN see can, too.
When I was on Okinawa a guy in my unit was at the beach, standing in ankle-deep water. The Corpsman figured that a tentacle from a Portuguese-man-of-war dragged across the top of his foot. Not only was it painful but he couldn’t put a boot on for a week.
Yeeesh.
“The guy’s in my chicken coop, he’s totally naked and covered with mud, and he’s chasing my chickens,” Luther told the Press & Sun-Bulletin/pressconnects on Wednesday. “When I saw him in the chicken coop, I was just shaken.”
https://www.pressconnects.com/story/news/public-safety/2019/06/05/kirkwood-manhunt-suspect-chicken-coop-broome-historian-roger-luther/1350392001/
Oh, Florida man, you so crazy.
Forget it, Jake. It’s Florida.
Jun 04, 2019 · “We have to make sure that *housing* is being legislated
as a human *right*,” Ocasio-Cortez said. “What does that mean? What it
means is that our access and our ability and our guarantee to having a
home comes before someone else’s *privilege* *to* earn a *profit*.”
DIAF, Alexandria.