JamesSavik

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I got a call today. Some idiot on a bulldozer had sliced a fiber cable and they needed somebody who could patch it up fast. The job turned out to be a misery. It wasn't the cable. It was cut twice leaving a gap of two and a half feet. It wasn't the number of fiber strands. That could have been a lot worse. It was only 24 pairs. It wasn't that the hole was muddy and wet. It wasn't. It was frozen. It was the coldest damn hole I've ever been in. I got there at 1 this afternoon and go to work. In a job like this, you have to terminate both ends and patch them together and test the cable. It's very fine work. You need to use your fingers... and feel your fingers. It went slow. It took me over an hour a piece to terminate the cable ends. It took me another hour to patch the two new cables together. Testing them went badly. I couldn't feel my fingers and had to re-terminate a number of strands that didn't work right. It was getting dark when I put a metal case on the spliced cable and called it a day. I left the site after five. The construction crew was happy that I could get it fixed quickly. Maybe I should have strung it out but it was just too damned cold. I made my bucks the old fashioned way today: I did something no one else wanted to do. I went into the coldest hole in Dixie and came out the winner. :king: And... went home and soaked in a hot bath.

Happy birthday Lacey. You and Chris should try out your birthday suits in celebration.

As a matter of economy and practicality, I suggest that everyone find someone to keep them warm at night.

Is anyone hitting up a reunion anytime soon? NO. At this point anyone I would like to see is dead and all that is left are people I'd like to kill. Best I just move on.

I've got an old flip-phone but I want an android... one with a phaser.

If you are of a certain age and twisted outlook, you probably know and love the Far Side. I sure do. For years it was the only reason I subscribed to the @&*^%ing! paper. Here are a few of my old favorites. Note: this cartoon pre-dates AlGore

The danger with people that don't know us is they write us all as stereotypes.

Fajita Nachos A James Savik Creation Pre-warm a serving plate. Cut thin strips of steak, marinade with Italian dressing, tenderizer and lime juice. (Flank steak or lean round works well.) Set Aside. Heat skillet. Take a plate full of restaurant-style corn chips, toast lightly at 350 degrees 3-4 minutes. Put down bed of chips on the pre-warmed serving platter. Add to taste: Picate sauce Verde sauce Jalape

My primary concern for stories with gay characters is that they don't propagate stereotypes about gay people. Too many would be about club kids who do drugs, never eat, act like freaks and screw themselves into a stupor. While there's a time and place for all of that I like to see the "gay character" going to work/school/Walmart with the same worries as everyone else and being people first.

Matt Next year it will have 10 years since 9/11 and they still haven't STFU about that yet. Ask any "truther": the Mossad did it.

Until lions have their historians, tales of the hunt will always glorify the hunter. African Proverb

Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. G. K. Chesterton

I use reverse psychology in my new years resolutions. If I resolve to be horrible, then it's much easier to improve. Therefore: I resolve to smoke more, drink more, do drugs, gain weight, have more sex, eat red (and other) meat, get in more fights, be more evil and anything else that I can think of that will make my Tom-cat look at me and say, "you d' man". Progress is the objective, not perfection.

A couple of months ago I joined a gym. I wanted to get a jump on the resolutions thing. That never works. I started a program 4 times a week and have stuck to it. A lot of times I go daily depending on my schedule. I put most of the time into cardio and ride an exercise bike for 45 minutes. For the balance of my time I hit the weights. After 2 months at it I'm seeing results and am pleased. The right parts are getting harder and more defined. Other parts are shrinking... including my butt which will completely vanish sometime this summer if current trends continue. All of my jeans have become hazardous to wear. Since my butt has been shrinking, unless my belt is as tight as possible, they will fall off. It appears that I've worked myself into a new wardrobe. What's happening behind isn't nearly as impressive as what up front. Even in baggy jeans, losing weight makes me look like I'm hung like a horse (because I am). I've been getting looks from people who never noticed me and am really enjoying ignoring them. My chest and arms haven't looked this good in years. My legs are getting cut. MY dilemma now is do I go ahead with the new wardrobe or wait until I'm farther along? I'll have to start looking at Walmart and Sears. I'm wearing old Levi 501s that haven't seen daylight since the eighties. I may not be "hot" but I'm a hell of a lot "warmer" than I used to be. You may commence hitting on me, fighting over me and giggling like school girls. You won't hurt my feelings. New Years Restitutions I resolve to smoke more, drink more, do drugs, gain weight, have more sex, eat red (and other) meat, get in more fights, be more evil and anything else that I can think of that will make my Tom-cat look at me and say, "you d' man".

I think that drinking with a Panda would be hilarious. They make fun noises when they yak.

Winter classic what? The sprint to Florida?

Ten Words You Need to Stop Misspelling

I would go find some cute twink and screw him into a stupor. Wait... that's what I do anyway.

Kayden- and others: While they are cute, raccoons are wild animals. Even tame raccoons can deliver a savage bite and that bite can carry a number of things that you don't want. Enjoy our little friends but do so from a distance.

As a grown up, she decided that having play-pen balls in her apartment was a cool idea. Her boy friend thought it was a great idea. Sigh. OK. This one was subtle. I'll try another one. See new thread.

XKCD

Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. Better to quit young than to wake up with a habit in your forties. BY that time the damage is done and there is not much of a chance at having much of a life afterwards.

There is only got 25% chance that anyone would want to eat me. I would be tough and gamey but I'm little concerned about meat tenderizer, fresh onion, garlic and mushrooms that I saw in the kitchen.