Sitting out on my back patio right now sipping on a Stone IPA, listening to the crickets chirping. Life is good.
I also managed to land exactly 1 DFH 120 Minute last week.
I have not had the Dirt Wolf...Victory offerings are a little limited in my beer shops. I'll have to keep an eye out.
Salmon on the grill on alder wood planks tonight.
Hope you guys have had a good 4th weekend.
[This message edited by ForwardMotion at 4:53 PM, July 6th (Sunday)]
'It's not the end of everything,
It's just end of everything you know.'
So, are y'all saying you didn't like WWZ?
However, I didn't view WWZ as an adaption of the book. Not once they got through with it. I view it as a standalone movie that just happens to share the same name as the book.
How were the fireworks in Tampa? St. Pete's rocked!
Though much is taken, much abides; and though we are not now that strength which in old days
moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are
The movie was over the top stupid in ways that would have been super funny in a Return of the Living Dead flick but as something trying to present as a serious movie... the tidal waves of people was just off the wall (DO YOU LIKE THAT PUN); I live in NJ so I know what a dense population center looks like, and we have all seen disasters on the news with people hemmed in.
But seriously, there is a finite number of human beings in the world and when most of them are mashed to a pulp at the base of a wall its not like there's a Left4Dead AI Director respawning them behind a sand dune or something. If it was toned back and it looked more like one of the 28 days movies I could just ignore it, or even maybe triple that for fantasy sake but holy shit.
Then there was stuff like "Oh we haven't talked to Brad Pitt on satfone for 3 days or something so we're going to expend a shitfuckton of precious resources to fly your ass to a remote facility so we can go pick up some other people."
There was just too much unbelievable stupidity back to back for me to suspend disbelief. Two good parts of the film was when the scientist panics and shoots himself, and the talk about North Korea solving the problem by pulling everyone's teeth.
It also blew my mind that none of the militaries involved employed troops that did stuff like, I dunno, unload a bunch of anti-personnel weaponry on massive clusters of rampaging droolbeasts rather than fire ineffectually with a machine gun that HALF THE FUCKING SOLDIERS FUMBLED WITH. Does nobody walk sentry duty on top of a wall? Does the most amazingly talented survivalist in the world REALLY fucking forget to mute his phone?
This is how I <3 rather than </3 Starship Troopers. It was such a stupid fucking movie on so many levels and strayed so far from the book but between Dizzy's tits, the FX with spaceships flying around and unapologetic propaganda commercials I got over myself with the rest of the stupid shit in that flick. Like why they'd send so many people out in paper plate armor to die instead of just cluster bombing the planet into asteroids. The Mobile Infantry in that book, they looked like this:
vs this stupid bullshit:
But still, it is a fun movie I enjoy. I think I am saying I GET YOU MAN because I can't seem to stop typing.
How were the fireworks in Tampa? St. Pete's rocked!
It was good, thanks. I have an old friend who has done pretty well for himself. He owns a condo right by the port and he rents it out. As an owner he retains access to the building and it's 9th floor pool deck. Literally front row to the show! The bonus was that some other friends were in town from GA and they came up too. Kind of a cool "family" reunion.
Saw a cottonmouth snake, jellyfish, and a family of raccoon in the same day, and survived getting body slammed by a rogue wave. Got close enough to the cottonmouth to receive the gaping-mouth warning they like to give before striking. The good news is that my tee shots got a little straighter after the encounter. Fear is a great motivator.
I hope everyone is doing well.
"What God has joined together, let man... no man put asunder" -Pastor at our wedding concluding the ceremony
2 Cor 12:9-10
Ah, adultery: the gift that just keeps on giving.
It does indeed, WTH. Funny, but I listened to the Eagles' Lying Eyes while driving back yesterday. WW and I sang along. No triggers. Up until yesterday I changed those kinds of songs immediately. Not sure if this is temporary state or a sign that life is slowly getting back to normal. Maybe it's just temporary, but I'll take what I can get these days.
Those kind of triggers, especially when it comes to songs/movies we used to enjoy, are one of the worst aspects of being a BH. Sorry that happened to you. The fact that infidelity is so prevalent in old songs show that this thing has been all around us all our lives. I'm sure it's as old as humanity itself. We're just in tune with it now.
[This message edited by Sal1995 at 5:51 PM, July 8th (Tuesday)]
The first, I ask three times won't you join my daughter and I to see fireworks and the answer is I don't feel like it. Now I went without her, came back more hurt than angry. Then we fought, she says hey if it meant that much you should have told me. I say well, I told you July 3 was a bad day, last year affair started then, she says well thought you would be upset that day and not whole month. My point was, considering, she should have come with for 20 minutes for fucking fireworks 5 minutes away! And if I have to bully you to go what fun is that?
The second, same visiting daughter agrees reluctantly to learn how to fire a gun. So I go to the range, it's empty, show her a Luger .22 and as I see my wife handling her 45 glock to my right, say, hey, wait let me show DD first. 5 seconds later, 10 cannon strikes with DD jumping so high I think she's going to fire randomly and she can't hear me saying finger off the trigger. Jeez!! Her answer? well she needs to learn with the noise because other people could be here and I say, shit, I think a stranger would have held up if I'd asked until she fired her first shot.
I should add, to be fair, she cooked breakfast the next day, and there were some fireworks in make up sex the next day.
[This message edited by Nitrobob at 4:16 PM, July 8th (Tuesday)]
James Russell Lowell — 'Whatever you may be sure of, be sure of this, that you are dreadfully like other people.'
That is the truth. We are wary of being mistreated. There is little benefit of the doubt anymore. We missed it all the first time around, now our collective antennae are high in the air.
Turns out there's a high price to pay for being married to one person and screwing another person, with all the sneaking and lying that goes with that sort of lifestyle. Who knew?
Oh yeah...we knew that. Which is why we neglected our libidos and egos and stayed faithful to one woman all these years. It's called commitment, integrity, decency, honor, and other lofty ideals that somehow made their way into our heads.
And we assumed that our WWs were on the same page as us.
You know what happens when you assume.
Live and learn.
The question becomes...at what point are we going to stop feeling bad about another person's poor choices and actions, which we never had control of anyway. It strikes me as silly to keep feeling bad because someone - even someone we love - showed herself to be ten kinds of messed-up.
It may be silly, but letting it go and moving on emotionally and mentally is probably our life's biggest challenge. Easier said than done.
Not sure we ever do.
Truth is, I will never get over it, just have to learn the live with it. Said that very thing to WW yesterday. It just frustrates the hell out of me. Why be tormented over something someone else did? It sucks to put all your emotional eggs into someone else's basket.
That's the hard part. To truly love another person, you have to be extremely vulnerable. You have to give that person permission to cause you almost unbearable pain, at least in the short term. If you can call 2-5 years "short".
The unfairness of it all really hits me at times. I wish I could just say "you did it, fix yourself, I'm over it" and move on like nothing happened.
Breakfast and sex are awesome, but isn't that the cliche deflection response for a wife being a bitch and not wanting to own her bullshit? Like "Well he's going to be pissy so I'll placate him with some good old fashioned food and fucking."
Not saying that's necessarily what it is, or even that I wouldn't be all over it myself (unless it was grits, I fucking hate grits), but you should still probably call her on that shit. After the sex and breakfast.
yeah you are probably right. But I'd rather she make some effort to make things right than not. Obviously the best thing would be to realize I'm sensitive and be nice to begin with. Or better yet, not fuck other men to begin with. But it is what it is.
but you should still probably call her on that shit. After the sex and breakfast.