james terrio
Sharpest Knife in the Light Socket
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Beckerhead Gathering Grind-In thread is up. Please take a look and share your ideas 

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Added a "brain holder", haha.
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Looks cool, 'cept the ways he's looking down makes him look like a sad, sad terminator lol.
Drunk guy with knives? You trying to put Murph out of work?![]()
This, minus the GMT+1. However I have a nice bottle of cider for after supper and going to sit on the porch watching the rain rolling through.Mondays.... Am I glad this one's almost over. Huray for GMT+1![]()
Looks pretty cool. Not a fan of the "eyes" but I know it's not done so I'm not nitpicking! It's still better than anything I can do!Added a "brain holder", haha.
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Yes, with Hannah Harto.isn't there a youtube channel like "my drunk kitchen?"
Oh, and did I mention I have a dashi? It's not a biru-dashi but I don't drink beer that much and when I do, I have my BK-11 so I didn't need it!
You should be able to add a sheet to the workbook. I'm assuming you're using a version of Excel in which case down in the bottom it will say "Sheet 1" or something like that. From that you can add another sheet (there should be 3 already) and you can rename the sheets also so "Week 1" "Week 2" etc, or do pay periods...
I'll start training my liver now... who am I kidding, my liver has been in training for about 30 years...
Words are pointless.
Do you have Microsoft Outlook on your computer? That might be able to pull that off.Ok cool. I guess I was thinking more like a calender that lets you track and plot spending but I guess I didn't say that before. It would be nice to plug bill due dates in and paydays so you can plan out when to make big-ticket expenditures like tires on my truck.
BOOM! How does that grab ya!
Not sure if this is true or not, but it had me laughing so hard I had to wipe the tears out of my eyes...
"In the U.S. Marines, doing a mock war in the Norwegian city of Trondheim with the Dutch, Germans and other allies, training in urban combat. My infantry unit was positioned in a large soccer field next to an elementary school. Keep in mind there was no actual combat, even simulated; it was mostly just practicing maneuvers and tactics. But we still looked out of place with weapons and gear, etc. It's February. In Norway. Cold as balls. Snow up to our knees. Norway obviously has no snow days, so the kids were all in school.
Anyway, so Norway has this most delicious and amazing delicacy, I have no idea what it's called, but it's basically a bacon-wrapped hot dog; we just assumed it was called Candy of the Lord. As Americans we were naturally and instantly addicted. You find them at gas stations, and there just happened to be one on the other side of the school where we were camped. A few of my fellow Marines and I requested permission to go to the gas station and we set out on our way.
We made it to right about where the main entrance of the school was, and the doors opened; school was out. There were only a few kids, probably 6 or 7 years old. Lots of talking and laughing. Gawking at us as we walked by, with our guns and huge ridiculous snow suits. One precocious little bugger made shooting noises at us. We made shooting noises back.
And then someone in my group. I don't know who. God help me I don't know who...
Someone threw a snowball and hit a little girl in the leg.
And those little Norwegian children unleashed hell.
There was a shrill cry in unintelligible gibberish and the doors to the school burst open. School children flooded out like a never-ending flood of something that never ends. Screeching, smiling, sprinting - how the hell were they sprinting?? - little bastards were slinging snowballs faster than the laws of physics should allow. It was like that movie Elf. If you can imagine riding in a fast car in a snowstorm and sticking your head out the window. Now imagine the snowflakes that are hitting your face are the size of snowballs. We couldn't see. We couldn't run. We could barely breathe. Holy Shit....
We tried to return fire and threw one, maybe two half-packed, shitty snowballs that fell apart in the air, arms flailing like limp-wristed fairies. I am from Texas. We were a unit stationed in North Carolina. We were so outmatched and out of our element, it only made them laugh harder. We were cutoff from our main forces. We tried to perform a flanking maneuver but fuck me they were fast. I think some of them were throwing rocks!
My comrades. I could see them speed waddling in their huge suits back to camp like a messed up pair of white Teletubbies, under withering fire. Screw tactics, screw me, screw the Candy of the Lord, this was survival! I was the slow one in the group. My snow boots were too big but they were the smallest size they had at Issue dammit!! My Marines left me behind.
I tried pulling my hood over my head and keeping my head down. No longer content to pelt my defenseless body with ballistic snow, the enemy swarmed me and dragged me down, cackling like a pack of hyenas descending on a wildebeest. I tried to sling them off by spinning. I came out of one of my boots and fell. I began to scream and plead for them to stop but they neither understood nor gave a single Nordic fuck. They literally pinned me down with about five kids on each limb. It was then that I actually thought - oh shit. I'm really in trouble. My snow-mittens were ripped off and flung into trees. They started shoving snow down my suit. Have you ever had anyone drop an ice cube down your shirt?
Well now imagine someone shoveling handfuls of ice cubes down your shirt. It literally shocked the breath out of my body. Thisishowidie.jpg.gif
They left me laying like a Family Guy accident victim. Moaning and screaming in the cold. Rifle packed with snow and dirt. Boot buried some-fucking-where. They ran away laughing, jabbering in their crazy language. I lay there trying to figure out just what in the great American f%$# had happened."
edited a small bit to get the worst of the cuss words out...
That sounds like a challenge...
Yeah... spilling kool-aid on the keyboard and looking at spending $800 to replace the whole dang thing cured me of laptops forever.
Angie uses her laptop all the time, and her fancy schmancy phone too. I can't get used to either one. Guess I'm just old school...
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Not much a redneck can't do with PVC and glue. I insulated the inside this morning.
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i still have one of those. trs-80 model I level II basic. 16k ram. i have the 32k expansion interface. lower case mod kid. *two* 100k floppy driveslol.
bought the computer and expansion stuff (with 300 baud rs232) myself for cash when i was 14ish. dad bought me the drives, and at the time, thought it was the worst money he had spent. well. i made him proud.
these days. wow. my phone has more computes than most of the hardware i'd owned for a long time.