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Originally Posted By rbb2: Stole this pic from elsewhere. Check out the pivot on this thing! The maker cored out the pivot hole and inlaid the material into the pivot so it aligns with the rest of the scale. https://i.imgur.com/WPDs69j.png View Quote I'm a fan of crazy details |
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Originally Posted By rbb2: Banana bread experiment: replace 1/6 of the flour with whole wheat, 1/6 with almond flour. Added chopped pecans. Switched knives this afternoon, let the boy choose. https://i.imgur.com/wIiF566.jpg View Quote How'd it turn out? Looks good and almond and banana is a solid pairing |
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Originally Posted By Star_Scream: How'd it turn out? Looks good and almond and banana is a solid pairing View Quote I enjoyed it. Will increase the almond flour next time. Will have to leave out the chopped nuts, though, neither kid liked them in there. Have a request from the boy for banana cheesecake bars so I think I have a recipe figured out to try that next. |
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Originally Posted By rbb2: Stole this pic from elsewhere. Check out the pivot on this thing! The maker cored out the pivot hole and inlaid the material into the pivot so it aligns with the rest of the scale. https://i.imgur.com/WPDs69j.png View Quote Attention to detail, very nice! |
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Originally Posted By doubleplusgood: Taco night https://i.imgur.com/LJyayLY.jpg View Quote Nice looking slicer and good eats. |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: Looks like a great weather day. 41 and partly sunny. Most of the Friday/Saturday storm is melted from the street already. Will be out visiting today and have a lunch date with friends. Coffee tonight out in the man cave with my buddy. Proper retireing I must say. Will have not for sale blue with me. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/56211/carry3-6-23_JPG-2735838.JPG View Quote Proper retirementing indeed. |
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Originally Posted By Curmudgeon762: I started giving knives to my soldiers many years ago as “impact awards”. Also, I’ve always felt that a hand made gift is more meaningful than something from Walmart somI just combined the two. I’ve been giving one to youth I work with in Scouting when the reach Eagle Scout View Quote That's really damn cool. |
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Originally Posted By rbb2: Stole this pic from elsewhere. Check out the pivot on this thing! The maker cored out the pivot hole and inlaid the material into the pivot so it aligns with the rest of the scale. https://i.imgur.com/WPDs69j.png View Quote It's one of those tiny details that really stands out. |
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Originally Posted By DFARM: We found what I believe is what's left of a fox or small coyote on a walk today. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/78442/KIMG5317_JPG-2736600.JPG View Quote Since we're apparently starting a new trend here, I'm going to have to go find some dead animals to take knife pics with. Would roadkill count? |
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For the second time in a couple weeks the Neon has opened in my pocket! Scary when you put your hand in and feel the blade! Took it apart and cleaned it today to see if pocket lint was in the détente hole. Didn't see anything. Put it back together and will try it out carefully. I did notice two of the bearings seem off color than the rest. Strange!
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I found the neighbor's cat in our back yard. Didn't think to grab a knife pic.
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Originally Posted By Star_Scream: Not yet. View Quote well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. |
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Originally Posted By reb0957: Did you enjoy it? View Quote my sammich was good, fries were good, riverside beer was good. it was good. I think overall NOLA probably shines for seafood which is something I am not able to appreciate. My wife enjoyed her seafood and the bloody mary she got there though, and I am all about keeping her happy. |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: For the second time in a couple weeks the Neon has opened in my pocket! Scary when you put your hand in and feel the blade! Took it apart and cleaned it today to see if pocket lint was in the détente hole. Didn't see anything. Put it back together and will try it out carefully. I did notice two of the bearings seem off color than the rest. Strange! https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/56211/IMG_4191_JPG-2736625.JPG View Quote Yeah that's not ideal for sure. Were the bearings still discolored after cleaning? Not rusty I hope. |
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Originally Posted By Curmudgeon762: I started giving knives to my soldiers many years ago as “impact awards”. Also, I’ve always felt that a hand made gift is more meaningful than something from Walmart somI just combined the two. I’ve been giving one to youth I work with in Scouting when the reach Eagle Scout View Quote nice |
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Originally Posted By WIC: well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. View Quote LMAO this all sounds like shit that I would do. |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: For the second time in a couple weeks the Neon has opened in my pocket! Scary when you put your hand in and feel the blade! Took it apart and cleaned it today to see if pocket lint was in the détente hole. Didn't see anything. Put it back together and will try it out carefully. I did notice two of the bearings seem off color than the rest. Strange! https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/56211/IMG_4191_JPG-2736625.JPG View Quote see, this is why all knives should be tip down only carry |
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Originally Posted By rbb2: Since we're apparently starting a new trend here, I'm going to have to go find some dead animals to take knife pics with. Would roadkill count? View Quote Roadkill pics get bonus points. Lol Originally Posted By WIC: well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. View Quote That sounds like something I'd do, both the breakfast mess and taking the trolley apart. When we stayed at the best western in Oklahoma recently, I managed to spill their waffle batter all over the dispenser and counter because I just set the cup down and hit the button. It shot out of the dispenser, knocked the cup over and spilled all over the counter in about a second and a half. My kid was super embarrassed while I was cleaning it up. Lol |
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"Freedom is a messy business." - LaRue_Tactical
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Originally Posted By WIC: well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By WIC: Originally Posted By Star_Scream: Not yet. well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. Can't take you anywhere. |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: They didn't clean up so yes I think they are rusty. The Neon rides loose in my pocket not clipped. View Quote Bearings, loose in pocket? That's a hard pass for me. |
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Originally Posted By WIC: do you put lipstick on before you pucker up and kiss ass like that? View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By WIC: Originally Posted By MaxxII: This comment and the color composition of your photographs are the reason you rock. I'm sure you rock for other reasons as well, but you absolutely rock for these reasons. do you put lipstick on before you pucker up and kiss ass like that? No use trying to kiss ass when WIC is already under the desk playing "smiles" and working for the happy ending. |
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Originally Posted By WIC: Originally Posted By MaxxII: Originally Posted By WIC: Originally Posted By MaxxII: This comment and the color composition of your photographs are the reason you rock. I'm sure you rock for other reasons as well, but you absolutely rock for these reasons. do you put lipstick on before you pucker up and kiss ass like that? No use trying to kiss ass when you're already under the desk playing "smiles" and working for the happy ending. *awkward Allow me to clarify since you're being deliberately obtuse: There is no use trying to kiss ass when WIC is already under the desk playing "smiles" and working for the happy ending. |
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Originally Posted By DFARM: We found what I believe is what's left of a fox or small coyote on a walk today. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/78442/KIMG5317_JPG-2736600.JPG View Quote |
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Originally Posted By rbb2: I enjoyed it. Will increase the almond flour next time. Will have to leave out the chopped nuts, though, neither kid liked them in there. Have a request from the boy for banana cheesecake bars so I think I have a recipe figured out to try that next. View Quote Maybe silvered almonds. That could be tasty. |
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Originally Posted By DFARM: We found what I believe is what's left of a fox or small coyote on a walk today. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/78442/KIMG5317_JPG-2736600.JPG View Quote Lighting fits too. That's pretty cool |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: For the second time in a couple weeks the Neon has opened in my pocket! Scary when you put your hand in and feel the blade! Took it apart and cleaned it today to see if pocket lint was in the détente hole. Didn't see anything. Put it back together and will try it out carefully. I did notice two of the bearings seem off color than the rest. Strange! https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/56211/IMG_4191_JPG-2736625.JPG View Quote That's weird. My Neon has a pretty snappy detent. Like rusted? |
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Originally Posted By WIC: well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes Originally Posted By WIC: Originally Posted By Star_Scream: Not yet. well let me tell you... They had this ham at the breakfast buffet at the hotel that was kinda like canadian bacon, but not quite, it was always dry. On the second to last day there, when I get to the bucket of meat and I am debating the shoe leather, I see there is a pool of juices collected in the middle of everything, so I carefully take the tongs, scope out the juiciest looking piece, gingerly pick it up so as not to disturb the other pieces around it, look around to make sure I am not holding up the line or being watched, and then just start sloshing the meat around in the juicy pool. Dunkadunkadunk. Like a dog in a bathtub, sloshing around. Some lady starts coming down the other side of the buffet table. She is not looking at me directly, but I'm sure she is looking at me out of the corner of her eye and thinking who let this nut job in, and I am not touching that ham after he has been in there. Sensing her discomfort, I stop sloshing around and raise the tongs to get the drippy slab of meat over to my plate which I have brought over to the bucket so as not to drip on anything like any civilized person would do. Somehow, in the few inches of space from the bottom of my plate to the top of the bucket, the meat slips from the tongs and on a diagonal trajectory slides between the plate and the top of the bucket to land with a resounding splat on the table in front of me, squirting juices everywhere on my side of the table, just as the woman arrives at the meat bucket on the other side of the table. I am scrambling to pick the meat up but it is slippery and kinda adhering to the table, so I have multiple failed attempts, all while the woman across from me is trying her best, and not succeeding, to stifle her laughter. Fast forward to later that morning, we are on the trolley coming back from the cemeteries, and being the observant guy I am, I see that the wooden bench seat on the trolley has what looks like a fancy hinge at the point where the backrest meets the seat. interesting. wonder why. what's underneath. is that where they hide the clowns. so many questions. one way to find out. so I lean over from my seat to the bench across from me and slowly pick up the front of the seat. It rises about an inch before the whole damn bench top goes flying out the back and onto the floor with a loud crash. I did not have a lot of time to carefully analyze what was under there, looked like more metal and little round pegs for holding the bench seat in place without actually latching it down (why not latch it down), because I was scrambling to pick it up and put it back as my wife is dying of embarrassment next to me and the woman across from us is trying to contain her laughter and stares and failing miserably in bursts. Her reaction was gif worthy it was so animated. After getting the bench seat back on there I sat down quietly and kept my hands to myself for the rest of the trip. I did figure out later that it was not a hinge, the seat back pivots from one side to the other so you can change the seating position to face the direction the trolley is going. The only thing better would have been if it was the same lady. |
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Not to distract from MaxxII's inappropriate behavior, but serious question.
Power bank: need one. I know nothing about them. We will need one for 3-4 devices. Two ipads and two cell phones for brief power ups. i.e. we will be traveling by car, may not have enough power outlets in the rental, want to be sure we have a back up with us. I would think we shouldn't need to use it more than once a day, can recharge everything at night at the hotels. Do these things work for laptops? Maybe that is the bigger concern. Don't want a huge power bank though. Saw this one in a quick search, number of things I like about it feature wise, but since I am a noob, not sure if it is missing features I should be looking for or if the power output is sufficient. Thoughts? Suggestions? MaxxII, which one do you use for your vibrator? That probably consumes massive amounts of power. |
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Originally Posted By WIC: Not to distract from MaxxII's inappropriate behavior, but serious question. Power bank: need one. I know nothing about them. We will need one for 3-4 devices. Two ipads and two cell phones for brief power ups. i.e. we will be traveling by car, may not have enough power outlets in the rental, want to be sure we have a back up with us. I would think we shouldn't need to use it more than once a day, can recharge everything at night at the hotels. Do these things work for laptops? Maybe that is the bigger concern. Don't want a huge power bank though. Saw this one in a quick search, number of things I like about it feature wise, but since I am a noob, not sure if it is missing features I should be looking for or if the power output is sufficient. Thoughts? Suggestions? MaxxII, which one do you use for your vibrator? That probably consumes massive amounts of power. View Quote I have one of those NOCO jump packs that can also double as a power pack. Never tried it in that manner though, but may be worth looking into. Plus, you'll also have jump-start capabilities. |
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Originally Posted By WIC: Not to distract from MaxxII's inappropriate behavior, but serious question. Power bank: need one. I know nothing about them. We will need one for 3-4 devices. Two ipads and two cell phones for brief power ups. i.e. we will be traveling by car, may not have enough power outlets in the rental, want to be sure we have a back up with us. I would think we shouldn't need to use it more than once a day, can recharge everything at night at the hotels. Do these things work for laptops? Maybe that is the bigger concern. Don't want a huge power bank though. Saw this one in a quick search, number of things I like about it feature wise, but since I am a noob, not sure if it is missing features I should be looking for or if the power output is sufficient. Thoughts? Suggestions? MaxxII, which one do you use for your vibrator? That probably consumes massive amounts of power. View Quote Gas powered. |
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Originally Posted By MrSig239: They didn't clean up so yes I think they are rusty. The Neon rides loose in my pocket not clipped. View Quote View All Quotes View All Quotes |
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Originally Posted By SecretSquirell: I have one of those NOCO jump packs that can also double as a power pack. Never tried it in that manner though, but may be worth looking into. Plus, you'll also have jump-start capabilities. View Quote Intgeresting. at 2.5 pounds, seems hefty for that size. Wonder if TSA would stop me. |
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Originally Posted By MaxxII: Gas powered. https://www.ar15.com/media/mediaFiles/199644/giphy-2736835.gif View Quote TSA would definitely stop me. |
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