Scheiss Meister

Our boilerplate contract for construction projects includes a requirement that all text in all documents must be in searchable pdf format. We have had contractors and engineers convert searchable documents to photocopy pdf documents, then submit that because they are confused on the concept. How is that hard to understand? We need a usable document, not a picture of one.

That is beautiful. What great memories to share with your son.

Lucky! I didn't even get the scent of rain. Well, that was because of the Covid. My wife smelled rain, but we got none. Folks a quarter mile away did, but not us.

There's not enough money in the world to get me up there, let alone carrying that beam across that flimsy scaffolding. Nope. No damn way.

Our HR didn't appreciate me expressing my relief that the discipline training didn't include whips, chains, gags, handcuffs, etc. With the women in HR, you never know.

I got my mom's 1970 Ford Galaxie 500 station wagon up to 103 mph on a Farm to Market road near Brenham about a month after getting my driver's license. It could have done more, but the front end was feeling wobbly, so I backed down. My three younger brothers and the son of my mom's best friend were in the car, and were duly sworn to secrecy. We dropped the friend off, then headed home. As soon as we walked in the door I could see by my mother's face that the friend had ratted me out, and his mom had called my mom. Before she could say a word one of my brothers yells, "Mama, your car can go 100 mph! Isn't that cool?" No. No, it was not cool. I lost my license for three months. I couldn't drive to and from two-a-days, and it was seven miles one way from home to the school, so my oldest little brother and I got dropped off in the morning, went to the morning practice, stayed in town all day, went to the second practice, then walked seven miles home in the evening. It was brutal, but the lesson was learned. I never drove the friend anywhere again, and had to be forced to drive the loudmouth brother anywhere. Snitches.

Smell, yes. I don't taste it.

Aha! So she's right; you haven't checked the fuel level.

Hopefully that telecommunications equipment contains location tracking for when it is inevitably transferred to the military.

PIP, young man. I'm surprised that there aren't more stories like this from the jetties along the coast. Algae is slick stuff.

After a pretty crappy Monday and Tuesday, and sleeping like a cat yesterday and last night, I feel better today, but now cannot taste or smell anything. Still a bit of a cough, but congestion is decreasing in both my head and my lungs. My wife seems to be where I was Tuesday, but her symptoms are still a bit milder than mine were. Paxlovid is the real deal.

Do you have a big silver gas tank in the yard, or are you on piped natural gas? Since you say natural gas instead of propane, I'm assuming that it's piped to your home, and the generator is fueled from that. Around my parts, propane tanks, which are usually painted silver, are euphemistically called "silver bullets".

I think I know, but I don't want to assume. You're not on a silver bullet, are you?

Yes, this shit should splatter pretty widely.

I don't know nothing, I just work here.

No, I just comment on Austin water stuff. I work on wastewater stuff somewhere within 50 miles of the location I gave. As small as the water/wastewater community is, if I posted where I work I would be doxing myself. Posting where I live was unwise enough.

As @RDCanecutter pointed out, manpower is an issue for them, too. You have to have able bodied men and women to man the production lines, the distribution lines, and the front lines. They are already putting 50 and 60 year olds into the fighting. Who's going to run the machinery? They may be orcs, but they can't grow uruk-hai from the dirt like Saruman.

Tell me about it. I live just south of the Highway 6 symbol northwest of Navasota. Right on the edge. Sigh.

A return to a command economy will keep everyone happy and well fed. Keep flailing, Putler.

We need a small island in the Aleutians with no human population, but a large population of Kodiaks. Strip him to his skivies, smear him with honey, and cut him loose to fend for himself. If he's half as macho as he claims, he should be fine.

Not a weather lord, just an interested bystander. The flow around the high pressure dome to the west moves clockwise, drawing from the northeast to the southwest in this quadrant. Don't piss it off; I stand to get some of it, Lord willing and I hold my mouth right.

What are you talking about? The first group of cops into the building numbered at least seven, and at least two of them were armed similarly to the shooter. The rest had high capacity semiautomatic pistols. The had superior arms and superior numbers, but the video isn't clear that they even returned fire in the initial encounter. Panic is acute; cowardice is chronic. They had time to calm down, formulate a plan, and hit back hard and fast. They chose not to do so. How is that difficult to accept?

This. I remember earlier in the war reading about a 20 year old from Kentucky who went to Ukraine to fight. He didn't have military training, so they told him that they couldn't send him to fight. He asked what he could do, and was made part of the team exhuming the victims of Russian war crimes for identification and investigation. With the threat of mines and booby traps, that job is just as dangerous as combat, and just as disgusting, if not more so. He is a hero.

@Goredho beat me to it, but I also thank you for your service. My wife and I both come from families of teachers. Although we don't have the teaching gift ourselves, we have a good understanding of what it takes and what sacrifices teachers make. As the last several years show, your service is every bit as important to the future and safety of our country as military service. It's disgusting that teaching is also becoming as dangerous as military service. You are appreciated.

I don't get how people keep equating Ramos with a hardened combat veteran to excuse the cops' cowardice. I also don't get how the cops could override the natural human instinct to respond to distress calls from the kids in that classroom. I have taken off running across a grocery store upon hearing a kid shriek when they realized that they were separated from Mama. I didn't know what was wrong, just that a young child was calling for help. How did the cops suppress that instinct?