Is DC why my 12V water pump doesn’t run but the LED bulbs on the same circuit are fine? The pump is by the creek and I’m thinking it can’t pull enough amps over the length of the run. Working on that today.

Ladies and gentlemen, my wife, every night. She’s onto some TV show that seems to be nothing but white trash committing white trash crimes. Half the show seems to be that same trash confessing to the cops. They just happily run their mouths for hours on end.

Agreed. Apparently the mod does not agree.

Seems like a young crowd to me based on the often naive and idealistic post replies. OTOH, I’m very often surprised that so many seem my age (50s).

I knew it was a divot tool, but how do you use one?

Love about everything outdoors around here, but the swamps are special. There’s one right down the street where I kayak. Teeming with life! Bugs are no issue once you get a few feet from shore. The dragonflies do not allow anything alive over the waterline.

If you really drill towards the back, there’s a monster rookery of some kind. Great Ibises I think? Hoping to spy a gator some day. There almost has to be one in there given the size of the area and food supply. Tried looking for eyeballs one night, nada.

Anyway, it’s peaceful. My wife and I have tied our kayaks together and just floated in the night.

The end of The Waltons.

“Goodnight John Boy.”

“What are they infected with?”

“RAGE!”

LOL, on a long enough timeline, there is no never. Heard Motley Crue Kick Start My Heart at Harbor Freight yesterday.

I’m armed, and competent with arms.

Liberals: “BAN GUNS!”

How’s that working out for you? Good luck on the trains.

Gosh, Germans supporting genocide, again?! Who would have thought?

Time for Europe to step up to bat for fucking once. We bailed them out of TWO world wars. This next one is on their doorstep, not ours, again. And on top of all that, America provided the MAD nuclear shield for the entirety of the Cold War.

I have been proud to support Ukraine from day-1 of the orc invasion. Now there is nothing America can do. If the Europeans don’t grow a fucking pair, to hell with them.

If y’all can’t stomach exterminating Russians, be ruled by them.

"How active you are in middle-age determines how active you will be able to be in old age. And that applies to any given decade of one’s life.

Meanwhile, on Lemmy, we got people whining about sore backs and knees once they turn 30.

And where do these people live that they’re hearing blowers all the time?! Bizarre.

Bombing the snot out of civilians was sorta de rigueur in WWII. If you want to get on your high horse, the Tokyo fire bombings were far, far worse. That sort of thing doesn’t go well for people in bamboo and paper houses.

And then you had the Imperial Army, who was so over the top even Nazis were like, “Maybe tone it down a bit?” So maybe chill on American “war crimes”, unless you have the stomach to read about Japan’s actions.

Funny thing about bombing civilians in the European Theatre, it was all a bit of a mistake. A German mission was a tad lost and bombed London. So Churchill said, “Oh yeah? Well fuck you too!”

Learned to throw my little cast net! Had it for years, never used it. The trick was watching videos on how to throw small nets. Don’t have a fishing license, no idea what I’ll do with this skill.

Americans tend to equate “county” with “poor” because they don’t have first-hand experience with country people. They might also be confused because ostentatious displays of wealth are considered tacky here in the South.

A day or three after Hurricane Ivan finds me (white), my two roommates (white and Taiwanese) and a stranger (black) from around the corner playing cards on the porch. No power or water, it was all we had to do.

Black guy keeps getting us white guys mixed up. He gets our names wrong again and the other white guy says, “I’m John, he’s Jules.”

This guy is stumbling over himself apologizing and I cut him off, “It’s all good! I know we white people all look alike to y’all.”

An intense 2.54 seconds follows while everyone looks around the table to see if it’s OK to laugh. Then we just started howling. Whew.

That last bullet was my first laugh of the day.