I know I've certainly had enough. I'd love to see some standardization. I'd love to see the product marketing people take responsibility for the amount of trash they've encouraged. Any item of these sorts over $100 should be serviceable. Come on people!
Yes, corded is a pain and so is battery. We live on acreage so neither of those are options. I've got a Honda 4-stroke multi-purpose. It's a hedge trimmer, mini-chainsaw, line trimmer and scary cut-your-limbs-off toothed discs with drive shaft extensions for reaching high places. For context, I also have a Stihl silicon carbide chainsaw and a 42 inch ride-on mower. Doing the bare minimum garden work over summer takes a full day a week if I want to have a passable garden that isn't crawling with snakes and other nasties of the thorned variety. The Honda multitool works like a charm and the 500ml tank runs for over an hour before needing a top-up with 91 octane petrol. I've never looked back. The problem now comes down to how much work I as the human operator can handle. The vibration, noise and energy required to swing away at the garden monsters leaves me feeling like a parched knight on the battlefield as I also wear protective gear and end up swimming in my own sweat. If I try to do more than an hour at a time, that's danger territory for limb loss due to a slip in concentration.
Ya know, I love my family. Show it more than say it, but I really do. Especially my little fuzzball niece. But uh, ya know what I don't like? Legos. You only know first world pain after stepping and sliding on a few of them.
I feel kind of sad we've moved onto a new page. I know it gave a few people nightmares, but I loved scrolling past that cat. Still have no idea WTF was going on in that picture, but it cracked me the fuck up.
Love it! Thanks so much! Everyone's going to hate me now. (What actually is going on in that picture?)
Catastrophe! Both pair of dress boots are at the cobbler, my brogues need to be there, and as a result, I grabbed a pair of shoes that are far too formal for the rest of my outfit.
You are, of course, correct. Matthew 5:29-30 suggests I should go barefoot, or at least in socks, but that presents the problem of being excessively casual. A dilemma indeed.
I had to change a password because it wasn't what I thought it was and I couldn't get access. But the process to change it was a bit long. Probably would have been a little faster on the phone but I don't like talking to strangers on the phone. Hold the baby, he is stressed.
That is so first world it makes me sick. Comparable in sickery to a 'on the I-phone 7 I have a range of functionality not available on the 6, do you find exactly the same thing it's an incredible, awesome comfort zone, life is a rollercoaster lol LOL as I said on Facebook thinking out of the box on my beard on a protein shake it's all about mindfulness down the gym.' Living it real like it's 1999
EXACTLY. That's the problem with this younger generation. A whole sweep of babies infected with the millennial bug just lying on their 'asses' with muscular baby thumbs and with no idea about ship-building, blast furnaces or coal-mining or hand-writing my specialisation in industry. And also there should be quotas and limits on 'creative' babies @ 1 in possibly 10 000 and a purge on guitarists, state driven squads of militia breaking guitars, no music really allowed and the letters 'M' and also I choose 'E' expunged from every language.
OK, OK, keep it on the island! And yes, nothing particular happening at the moment but university is kicking my arse.
I decided to try a new 'file your taxes online for free' outfit this year. When I got to the part where you create an account, it required a password length of fifteen characters minimum. I don't use a fifteen character password to do my banking, so I'm all 'kiss my ass' and went back to the company I used last year.
There was a story on a Sunday morning show about a guy who didn't speak a word to anyone for seventeen years. Sheer heaven, I say.
