I have no focus because the only thing I can think about is...PUPPY. The sun is out and we are actually suppose to hit 80 next week. Life is good. #winning
While I'm stuck in the office chairing meetings my friends are on the golf course, drinking and texting me pictures of the beautiful weather and more beautiful fairways. #winning?!?
Thanks to a miscommunication between my brain and my wallet, I managed to hire two different lawn maintenance companies this year to do the same job. I am a fucking imbecile.
Has anyone else heard about the disaster that is the Fyre Festival? This twitter feed is doing a nice job of covering the whole train wreck. Fucking priceless.
When you say "lawn maintenance" and "companies" I think we know what you mean. Don't beat yourself up.
If you guys dropped a bomb on that place, it would kill thousands of the biggest --BIGGEST-- assholes in your entire country. You'll never have a better opportunity. $12,000 to sit on a rustic king sized bed to see Blink 182 and Tyga? Everyon buying into that should be shot and pissed on. It's Orange County Battle Royal. Love it. Nuke it.
Man challenges red light camera ticket; fined $500 for practicing engineering without a license. My favorite part: Järlström is now suing the state board over that fine, arguing that it's unconstitutional to prevent someone from doing math without the government's permission
I found this in another article and found it hilarious: "There have been reports of muggings, feral dog attacks and luggage being stolen." Plural, as in more then one.
Not a baseball card. Not even a sports card. But cool as hell none the less: Spoiler Old cigarette cards featured a lot of subjects. Birds, trains, ships, flags....whatever. Actresses were a popular subject too. I picked this up today because it was cheap and because the PSA 8 grade means it's like brand new. Straight from a pack of 1898 cigarettes. I got it for $10. Hell, I'd pay $10 to watch a monkey fuck a football. Besides that, it cost someone $10 to have it graded. I had no idea who she was, but she looks quite grandmotherly. She was 29 in 1898.
Sweet Water 420 Extra Pale Ale is on the better side of not all that bad. Also, my cat keeps trying to drink it.
I really want to buy one of these to break my ebay cherry since @Rush-O-Matic won't give me the one he got from going to the game.Dick.
Those are kind of cool and for $12, not a bad buy. I guess. I'm really not up on all the different sets, especially European ones, but if they appeal to you....what's $12? The ad says they are in good condition....which is PSA 3. But on the plus side the backs are intact. Many cards from that era were glued into a scrapbook and when they were removed it destroyed the backs. I just looked at the enlarged pics of the 2 cards. Those are way above PSA 3. Which is why I tend to buy PSA graded cards....I know they're real. There's to many people out there making fake cards or selling reprints as originals. I have no idea if that set has enough value to reprint or fake.
As far as basically buying art, which is what you're basically doing in this case -- buying something that looks beautiful to you -- I'm more into the primitive stuff. Native American art really appeals to me, especially the more I learn about my Cherokee roots. Also love old fishing reels, rods, and really old lures especially. Our ranch has an original stage coach house on it, that's a historical land mark, and that thing is endlessly fascinating to me. Took our wedding pictures on and around it. I don't even know how many arrow heads I've found at this point.
Oh dear God. We may be related. How many Cherokee were there? Millions? I can only hope.... I get what you're saying though. Old stuff has always fascinated me. My dream house would be at least 100 years old, preferably older. I've lived in very old houses and I can be amused by just sitting there imaging what has gone on in the house. I lived in one house that was built around 1909 that was three stories. The top floor was a ball room. This was in the middle of nowhere Idaho. I used to go up to the ball room and just sit there imagining 1910 and it being the weekend. Folks would be pulling up in their horse drawn wagons, the ladies in their finery, to attend a dance. The young men riding up on their horses after a hard week of farming hoping to catch a glimpse of an ankle. And the musicians....farmers that could play fiddle, piano, or whatever else they had back then. All lit by candles. That's some cool shit.