moose eater
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I understand they may be holding a reservation for Mr. Putin currently.
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My crotch stink solved - I hiked all the way to CVS and was looking at the lotrimin antifungal stuff...says it cures jock itch. Well I thought about it and I guess I don't have jock itch...I'm just grungy and dirty. Took a shower, changed clothes. Just need to scrub my junk like at least every other day. I guess I gave up on hygeine for while but it was great. I'm telling you guys...freedom. Realizing you stink and then going to bed? No problem. Whatever, my goal is to shower every other day. I will greatly miss living like Al Bundy all these years. I salute you sir. No Ma'am, national organization for Men against Amazonian masterhood
Hague...Holland. The Hague goes back to William Count of Orange in like 1100 I want to say...it was a hedgerow outside of a building and the name Hague stuck.
The jail is in Hague Holland I think. Somewhere there.
moose eater
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That's the location of the Internatonal Criminal Court, but the ICC's detention center where folks serve their sentences is in a smaller neighboring community, called Scheveningen, N.L.
moose eater
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We visited the gates of the Peace Palace when we were in Holland, but the 'Palace' itself was closed to visitors due to recent protests.
It was 1991, November.
I figured it was a sign of the times. When the Peace Palace, in all of its ornate floral and manicured lawn glory is closed, we knew the world was on the cusp of going someplace we didn't need to go.
would mail sent "general delivery" there get to him? his fanbois on here will need to know how to contact him and apologize for the rest of the world being so mean to him...
and yet, here we are...
moose eater
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Yep, the cusp was a warning. We went ahead anyway. Pretty much what we expected.and yet, here we are...
Sackoweed you are missed man
Zoom in on the pic at the top of this article, and check out the camp the squatters have set up. Complete with a garden and easy access path to the river.
www.yahoo.com
Deadly 'bomb cyclone' storm slams California, toppling trees and causing blackouts
At least one person was killed in the low-pressure system that brought widespread rain, damaging gusts that knocked glass out of skyscrapers and left tens of thousands without power.
moose eater
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In the final frantic phases of trip preparation. Shitty time for ArmedOldHippie to take a leave of absence. Hope he's OK.
Need to drive about 70 miles round trip this evening to pick up the third snowmobile that's now had everything done to it seemingly possible, but for, perhaps, a new coat of finish.
Area near my right kidney's been giving me increasing grief for weeks or months now, but has culminated in focused pain when lifting over time, or working at an angle; it's an area to the rear of where they found the one escaped tumor they managed to ID on the right side of my iliac during the original botched cancer surgery, so there's a chance it was foot prints to start with that have matured into a tumor(s) all its own.
Not sure and not intending to go put any more thousands of dollars into the pockets of those who have few to no answers, offer up treatments that amount to 2 steps forward and 2 steps backward, and seem to expect others to put their kids through Harvard, as there's been enough of that.
Still, for the thing to pop up like this is a bit inconvenient, considering the amount of lifting and 'motating' to be done getting out to the bush.
It initially popped its ugly head up shortly after I was poisoned a couple months ago. No clear resolution re. how I was poisoned, or who, what, when, other than it involved something in my quart drinking jar that I could taste, and initially I'd thought it was some sort of dish soap residue. My younger son claims he lost his house key last year, but who knows. And my wife lost hers at some point.
No one copped to the deed when directly confronted, but that night was interesting to say the least; tight chest, numb lips, dizziness to the point that closing my eyes had me stumbling for loss of visual point of reference for my equilibrium, and more. And I didn't drink the whole jar of water, having tossed it out after drinking about half or so of what was 2/3 of a quart. Glad I decided it was something more than dish soap residue.
Whether that's the source of the kidney area nonsense, or something else, who knows?
All other things are in place; just need to sort items and pack them, have the 'do-not-freeze' shit organized and ready to go but for duct-taping the boxes, with a few more boxes to label once they're complete, loading machines and strapping them down, as well as a small stack of freight sleds to be secured, then off to lake trout and burbot Nirvana.
My daughter, our oldest, called while driving into an extra shift, swing-shift, at the ER where she's been working mostly lately, and said she's scored the andouille sausage (2 varieties) from a small seafood and meat marketplace there in rural Louisiana, along with a collection of Boudin balls and raw, shelled, frozen crawfish tails.
My oldest son and I will be in the mountains when she and the treats arrive, and likely be gone about the time she leaves to go back to La. (maybe?), but my wife will meet her at the airport and bring the treats home to the freezer.
Back to packing and mixing up the cutting mix that's way overdue for completion, but I didn't want the clones to need anything while I was gone, so figured getting them set up correctly in their domes immediately before departure was the best way to guarantee that.
Need to drive about 70 miles round trip this evening to pick up the third snowmobile that's now had everything done to it seemingly possible, but for, perhaps, a new coat of finish.
Area near my right kidney's been giving me increasing grief for weeks or months now, but has culminated in focused pain when lifting over time, or working at an angle; it's an area to the rear of where they found the one escaped tumor they managed to ID on the right side of my iliac during the original botched cancer surgery, so there's a chance it was foot prints to start with that have matured into a tumor(s) all its own.
Not sure and not intending to go put any more thousands of dollars into the pockets of those who have few to no answers, offer up treatments that amount to 2 steps forward and 2 steps backward, and seem to expect others to put their kids through Harvard, as there's been enough of that.
Still, for the thing to pop up like this is a bit inconvenient, considering the amount of lifting and 'motating' to be done getting out to the bush.
It initially popped its ugly head up shortly after I was poisoned a couple months ago. No clear resolution re. how I was poisoned, or who, what, when, other than it involved something in my quart drinking jar that I could taste, and initially I'd thought it was some sort of dish soap residue. My younger son claims he lost his house key last year, but who knows. And my wife lost hers at some point.
No one copped to the deed when directly confronted, but that night was interesting to say the least; tight chest, numb lips, dizziness to the point that closing my eyes had me stumbling for loss of visual point of reference for my equilibrium, and more. And I didn't drink the whole jar of water, having tossed it out after drinking about half or so of what was 2/3 of a quart. Glad I decided it was something more than dish soap residue.
Whether that's the source of the kidney area nonsense, or something else, who knows?
All other things are in place; just need to sort items and pack them, have the 'do-not-freeze' shit organized and ready to go but for duct-taping the boxes, with a few more boxes to label once they're complete, loading machines and strapping them down, as well as a small stack of freight sleds to be secured, then off to lake trout and burbot Nirvana.
My daughter, our oldest, called while driving into an extra shift, swing-shift, at the ER where she's been working mostly lately, and said she's scored the andouille sausage (2 varieties) from a small seafood and meat marketplace there in rural Louisiana, along with a collection of Boudin balls and raw, shelled, frozen crawfish tails.
My oldest son and I will be in the mountains when she and the treats arrive, and likely be gone about the time she leaves to go back to La. (maybe?), but my wife will meet her at the airport and bring the treats home to the freezer.
Back to packing and mixing up the cutting mix that's way overdue for completion, but I didn't want the clones to need anything while I was gone, so figured getting them set up correctly in their domes immediately before departure was the best way to guarantee that.
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moose, i wouldn't miss news of your trip even if i HAD died. pretty sure i'd have gotten word regardless. i hadn't heard of your poisoning! WTF? did you save the container? i'd want to know what, who, when etc even if they were successful & i was on deaths door, leaning on the damn doorbell. we've never met, nor likely to on this plane of existence, but you don't seem to me to be the sort to shuffle to the door & go quietly into the night. catch hell out of the fish for all of us, and have pictures and good stories (or lies, we know how fishermen are) when you return. oh, and get as fucked up as a wooly mammoth for me, okay?
moose eater
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With loose keys floating about, and not knowing if anyone who found them might have known where/what they went to, and the one family member who lost his keys having been on the outs with me for a year+, the 'who might've done this?', offers lots of room for unknowns.
I've been a drain on family energy and finances since cancer set in, I'm a straight-forward, sometimes coarse guy in confrontations, haven't made a habit of pissing in undeserving persons' Wheaties, but haven't been shy about saying things that needed said, either. Been out of higher-profile activism for years, but established a few enemies in that time. And have only had tiffs with one neighbor who is -maybe- nuts enough to try something more serious.
Even then, doubtful, but who knows? We're a srtange species, us humans.
Called the state's poison control center that night and ran an item or 2 past them, but the symptoms were more significant than what they offered up.
I'm only worth $100,000 dead at this point, but who knows?
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My preferred digital cameras are shot, and in light of the new outrageously priced snowmobile, I'm not requesting a green light to buy a newer one. But my older son's phone camera takes good pics, so unless we have a major feud out there, there'll be plenty of pics to post.
Last year a bald eagle kept me company for several days when I went solo. I posted pics of him/her here.
Used to be a nest of eagles/eaglets atop a waterfall out there, and the momma and her babies would swoop down on our fish entrails as we fished.
Had a lynx living under the cabin one winter, and it stole a tube of tooth paste from me that I'd left lying on the porch..
Likewise, I posted pics last year the wood bison I encountered on the highway.
If fish occur, there'll be pics of them, too..
It's the tail-end of my times in the woods as far as I can tell, unless there's some improvement to my body, and fishing has always been, for me, a moment like church, of asking the Cosmos if I'm deserving; quiet, (hopefully) sunny days of sitting over a 10-inch hole through 4 or 5 feet thick of hard wind-blown ice, and thinking, meditating, drinking good beer, smoking hash and joints, eating incredibly good homemade food, and waiting for the answer to come back from the Cosmos that I've lived well enough, and my bait is good enough, that I am due a giant lake trout.
We'll see.
fuck, moose! people will kill you for your tennis shoes or the jewelry you wear these days. some places, 100K could get a thousand people killed. was the container you drank from pre-mixed for you to drink, or one you picked up randomly and poured it in ? if it was random, it could have been anyone with a beef wanting to hurt your family. if the drink was a mix for you....well, i don't like thinking about what that might mean. some stones are better left unflipped...there is no telling what might be under there.
moose eater
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My standard recycled glass Adams Peanut Butter jar that I used a number of them, to use as drinking jars for larger volumes of H2O to stay hydrated, left on my dresser with about 2/3 of a qt. of H2O in it.fuck, moose! people will kill you for your tennis shoes or the jewelry you wear these days. some places, 100K could get a thousand people killed. was the container you drank from pre-mixed for you to drink, or one you picked up randomly and poured it in ? if it was random, it could have been anyone with a beef wanting to hurt your family. if the drink was a mix for you....well, i don't like thinking about what that might mean. some stones are better left unflipped...there is no telling what might be under there.
Tasted 'off' when I drank from it, but figured it might just be residual dish soap or something. But by the time I was half-way through the H2O (or, had drank about 1/3 qt=less than 12 oz.) I decided there was something going on more than dish soap and tossed the remaining 1/3 of a qt.. A short while later the dizziness set in, the numb lips, tight chest, etc.
There was a carpet and upholstery shampoo spray bottle nearby, and there was definitely an aromatic to the stuff in my water, but based on the contents of the carpet shampoo, the poison center stated that an upset stomach was the worst that item might cause. Though when I called them it was late at night, and I didn't get the impression they were the most attentive or skilled individual on the planet.
Definitely went beyond an upset stomach, though.
Who knows? Chalk it up to another unsolvable question for now.
I asked my wife eye-to-eye if she'd tried to poison me, and she's emphatically insisted she didn't do it. She's currently the only person with authorization to be in our home unattended.
Those sorts of questions with someone who's been with another in a relatively positive marriage or tight relationship for well over 34 years can be destabilizing for numerous reasons, but it needed asked.. eye to eye. I believed her. I have to.
Again, another 'who knows?' moment in life.
I no longer make assumptions about 'off' flavors in my drinking water, however.
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They say poison is a weapon of the weak, a poisoner is likely to be physically weaker then you. I have a friend who was poisoned. He lives in a cabin, eastern Washington, middle of nowhere. With his wife who is Austrian. They (Austrians from her part of the country) have a tradition of offering a houseguest peach schnapps and saying no is considered rude and unfriendly. It's a wicked tradition, whenever I visit they wait until I'm 3.5 sheets and break out the bottle.
He went to a neighbor's house to help work on a project, 10 miles away down windy roads. Can't remember if it was the husband or wife or both, but the household is also Austrian. She offered him a drink, he came in the kitchen because he was thirsty and she offered him schnapps. He said no, no, water, but she insisted. He drank a bit, tasted evil, so he poured it down the drain. Told her it tasted wrong.
She told him he was bad for pouring it out, poured more in the glass and added some Coke. Adding Coke to peach schnapps is something an Austrian would never do. He told her it was gross and refused it. Got the hell out of there and into his truck. He was already spinning. Barely made it home and crawled into bed. His wife came home and took him to the hospital later that afternoon, long drive. They did some tests, there was something in his system that shouldn't have been there, forget what it was, but he'd been poisoned. If he'd drank any more of that shit he'd likely be dead.
He has a theory as to why, if he's correct it's an incredibly stupid reason to kill an acquaintance. No hate or grudge or anything like that involved. The house is a nice one, a prominent stone castle-like building on the main road. Every time we drive by it, 'there's the murderer's house'. People can be nuts, I mean really fucking evil nuts, and stupid, in ways it's hard for me to comprehend. If you need to kill at least do it for hate or love, some sort of passion. Or at least a lot of money.
He went to a neighbor's house to help work on a project, 10 miles away down windy roads. Can't remember if it was the husband or wife or both, but the household is also Austrian. She offered him a drink, he came in the kitchen because he was thirsty and she offered him schnapps. He said no, no, water, but she insisted. He drank a bit, tasted evil, so he poured it down the drain. Told her it tasted wrong.
She told him he was bad for pouring it out, poured more in the glass and added some Coke. Adding Coke to peach schnapps is something an Austrian would never do. He told her it was gross and refused it. Got the hell out of there and into his truck. He was already spinning. Barely made it home and crawled into bed. His wife came home and took him to the hospital later that afternoon, long drive. They did some tests, there was something in his system that shouldn't have been there, forget what it was, but he'd been poisoned. If he'd drank any more of that shit he'd likely be dead.
He has a theory as to why, if he's correct it's an incredibly stupid reason to kill an acquaintance. No hate or grudge or anything like that involved. The house is a nice one, a prominent stone castle-like building on the main road. Every time we drive by it, 'there's the murderer's house'. People can be nuts, I mean really fucking evil nuts, and stupid, in ways it's hard for me to comprehend. If you need to kill at least do it for hate or love, some sort of passion. Or at least a lot of money.
moose eater
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If my experience was intentional on another's part, and I was actually targeted, it would've needed to be someone who knew that it's me who drinks from those jars. I'm the only person here who drinks from them. And who ever put whatever in there, again, assuming it was intentional, would've needed to know that. Unless it was a random "Fuck them" moment for someone, who didn't care who they affected.
But it was sitting on the dresser in an extra bedroom that I sleep in most of the time, because my wife works from our bedroom much of the time, from her home office, and her early rising schedule, and my getting up numerous times each night, doesn't really work well.
Probably never know who, what, when, or why, unless whoever did it (again, assuming it was on purpose) develops a sense of remorse and apologizes. Though that scenario is incredibly unlikely.
I don't think my younger son would do it, but it's possible his lost key wasn't lost, but rather maintained as a means by which to get into the house if he felt the need. Or lost and then recovered later?
And there were some raw emotions and coarse words upon our splitting paths. With no real accurate idea how much he may have suffered with my cancer, the botched surgery and near-death infections post-op, him being locked down with us for COVID for 2 years as he hit adolescent launching, hormonally speaking, etc.
It's possible there were thoughts and feelings going on in his young mind, and newly released hormones in his body and brain that might've tweaked many otherwise normal young people. We were tight for many years, and now he barely speaks to me.
All of that amounts to 'shooting in the dark'. Taking the tidbits of logic and what's known and trying to make sense of something that previously would've defied the imagination.
Again, who knows?
i think i would stick to unopened water bottles from now on. if it was deliberate, whoever did it "might" be scared of trying it again. but counting on that might be a losing bet, too. bad karma all around on this. i am truly sorry that you are having to deal with this on top of everything else happening...
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I went to Bangkok for a trip once. While there I wanted to get a gold ring made custom. Went down town and walked into a jewelry store and was sitting there telling them what I wanted. They came out with an opened beer bottle and I drank it. It sure had something it in, good thing I was acclimated to drug effects.....
