My buddy lives in a coop here in town, and he was given the job of investigating the odd smell from the chimney. They live in an old school building. He opens up the hatch to find a pile of (mostly) headless pigeons. They all thought they had a phyco serial killer in their midst. It turns out the peregrine falcons were catching the pigeons, eating only the heads, and dropping the bodies down the chimney.

Look into clover. Bugs love it, drought resistant, super low maintenance

Steve Buscemi is a national treasure!

Children of time by Adrian Tchaikovsky is great. Really any of his are great.

You recommend me a book! I’m into privateer freighter scrapper books!

I’d second this. The perfect dryfus books are set in the same world/ of the series, but are also great standalones

I have managed a building with 8 units before. Never again.

I once had a lady’s ceiling collapse. I then come to learn she’s been putting a bucket out to catch water for months, never told anyone about it. What should have been a quick 15 minute fix ended up being a total nightmare.

Had one dude who was a heroin addict. Kept flushing needles. The plumbing had to be taken apart multiple times to get his needles out.

Had a lady who kept adopting cats, wouldn’t get them fixed. She would then let them out into the hall to spray the walls with what was basically straight ammonia, except grosser.

I could go on all day, trash fires, fucking litter, a phycological inability to break down cardboard. I think my blood pressure just spiked writing this.

You couldn’t pay me to be a landlord. People are awful.

In a way we’re all just bits of organic matter mid-flush, waiting for the Drainpipe of Destiny

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Public transportation doesn’t work in the endless suburbs and stripmalls we’ve built. It’s too spread out, and we’ve been doing it for a few generations now. It’s difficult for my countrypeople to imagine living differently, to imagine that our existence may not be their birthright.

People think nothing of living 20 plus miles from where they work or go to school, can’t imagine a world where such a thing is a ridiculous notion. We could have all these nice things. People want a better world, a more functional city.

But ask people to change, to live a smaller life, and be prepared for a deluge of excuses and justifications. We all wake up and collectively decide the world we’re gonna live in today.

1910. It’s got old-school marble and stone work. Classy AF.

Any “big game”. Moose taste like swamp.

Venison can be good if it’s properly butchered and stored. It so often isn’t though. People will shoot a deer then leave it to hang for a day in 50-60 degree weather. Just gross.

Bears are too greasy. And they’re too smart, eating them is just bad karma.

A lot of game meat can be good, people just have no clue what to do with the processing side of it. They’ll spend thousands of dollars buying the most ridiculous gear to kill the damn thing, and then just fail at butchering and preserving. Hunting is the easy part.

China will fuck with Taiwan just enough to get them to melt their chip foundries, then blockade the fuck out of them till they say uncle. Give china another five years or so to get their own chip industry to something approaching parity, then they’ll strike. Once Taiwan loses their best export, support for them will plummet.

Didn’t even use the cat ear filter. Amateurs…

It’s a delicacy in France. Escargot de poopoo

Check the color of your lightning. Sometimes you get that awful blue white cold light. Go and get yourself a nice bulb with an orange red tint to it, nice and warm light.

That other people’s bullshit is just that. Not to take myself too seriously. To let life strip away what’s not wanted, and be at peace with the rest. Reading his books was a relief for me, in a way that’s hard to describe. Maybe I’m just the same kind of asshole he was, idk.

I’m going home to sleep with my wife!

Replying to myself to give The Sopranos an honorable mention!

That would be the 1985 master piece Clue

Unless it was some third party testing it out for no other reason than a large crowd presented itself. Or a third party who just wants to fan the flames. Maybe both. I probably read too many spy novels.