Posted on 07/03/2014 11:39:53 AM PDT by skeptoid
Nome is used to rowdy residents, but some relatively new transplants are making a real nuisance of themselves -- although unlike the colorful characters of the early 20th century gold rush days, these visitors have four legs, not two.
Musk oxen are wandering into the city on the Seward Peninsula, and despite loud noises, water hoses and even a blow-up bear coated in ursine urine, they don't want to leave.
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Generations, on my side, run about forty years.
My dad had your dad beat by 15 years! LOL!
He was in his 50’s when I was born.
Congratulations on your Zeroes!
It sounds like you need to plan some wine and movie time, asap!
We went to see “Guardians of the Galaxy” recently. It was typical Marvel fare, weird but fun.
Anytime you’re thinking that Darks and I are weirding out on you, just consider Stan Lee and his crew. The world is a more interesting place thanks to people like that. Strange, but interesting.
You and Darksheare are plenty weird enough for me.
I’m reading a biography of the Yiddish writer Sholem Aleichem. Also, I’ve cut up two canteloupes and two cauliflowers this morning. Next we’ll drop Pat off for the Eagle project and then get crickets for the lizards, since I haven’t spotted any tomato hornworms.
I like him. How can anyone not?
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Ahem.
I want to, but I’m not shopping for a while. Saving the gas in the truck and drinking iced tea, which I run out of quite often, then have to go to 7-11 to pick up another couple of quarts until I can’t do that any more.
The stress of the break-in has shown up in spades, and that just really stifles me.
For lack of any other remedy, I’m going to go take a shower and try to download the photos of the break-in and get them emailed to Busdaddy.
Then, I don’t know...I’d like some vino, but I will have to wait a while.
Heh, good one. I read a selection of his short stories a couple of weeks ago. It’s sort of like a prequel to Chaim Potok’s books - the parents or grandparents of Potok’s characters.
It never really went away.
Red as a beet, dry as a bone, mad as a hatter, hot as Hell...
The other was born in the early 1890s in Georgia (I'd have to pull my genealogy folders to find the exact year and county). He married a child bride.
Hmm. I wonder how long semen can be retained viable at liquid nitrogen temperatures, and what it might mean for paternity suits a thousand years from now.
I’m sure that’s an interesting idea for a fiction, Bob.
Home with the crickets. I gave the last four survivors of the previous batch to Baby, and I’ll start handing these out in a couple of hours, after they’ve eaten some cucumber.
The price of crickets is up.
Think what they must be in Salt Lake City.
Also: villainy potential.
“My army, BEHOLD!”
And they’re all sired by one man.
My children are all sired by one man, too ... but it doesn’t make them very useful as an army. When you give them an order, some of them stare at you blankly, while others sneer, “Who put you in charge?”
Okay, I'm stumped. Is Salt Lake City having a plague of dragons, resulting in a rush on the cricket supply?
My genealogy file is so hugh, it’s on the computer...6000 entries with more to be done.
It either drops out of the sky or comes by mail, so I really haven’t had to do too much work on it. I DID finally find my ex-husband’s father, and that was surprise. His family came to Ellis Island, and there were five of them, but I can’t seem to trace them beyond that point.
They have legendary seagulls, with appetites.
Oh, I see. I do recall reading about the seagulls, now, but I hadn’t thought of their eating crickets. Do seagulls eat crickets?
Nah. The seagulls cleared them out long ago.
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