Man I love the sound of that 60

If you’re working 40-60 hours a week and you have kids and/or a stay at home wife, you should never have to touch a mower other than to do oil and air filter services and touching up the blades. My Dad usually had another 20 hours of work on bigger projects to cram into his weekend on top of getting us to sports and out into the bush. Despite grumbling through it sometimes, three hours of lawn cutting with a push mower made a great first chore for teaching us how to work and earn a bit of allowance. In the winter it’d be replaced by shovelling and blowing snow and hauling firewood and chucking it down a window well chute and stacking it in the basement wood room. In the spring it would be me and my sister running a tractor up and down the fields picking rocks prior to planting. Without the benefit of growing up on a farm, lawn mowing is for today’s suburb dwelling kids one of the best and first excuses to teach them to be useful.

I opt for the less lethal rubber ball encrusted variety with fewer grams of HE. You get the benefit of deterrence and area denial, plus when it goes off, you can play with your balls.

I must be lucky in my choice of relays because I haven’t had much contact with them

nostr:npub17934d3gls4x6f5e63y5p2pryk6l3m0qlzppufsnprnkw5h8099wsme7hnc Great episode guys. Glad to hear that there are other Canadian Bitcoiners that think along the same lines as I do about everything from the challenges of orange pilling Canadians to the retardation of our liberal government and their attack on law abiding gun owners. Pauly is a gem. 🤙🏽

https://fountain.fm/episode/IEv73Th5fyaKaNv28wGM

My Most Embarrassing Moment Ever

It was June 1988. Summer was about to kick off in my final month in grade 11. With the weather already getting really nice and the school year almost done, outdoor parties at various classmates’ places were nearly a weekly event. Everyone was thinking about the summer of working full time jobs, being busier and not getting to see everyone daily as they had during the school year.

As for me, I was no different. I had a construction job lined up for the summer, was looking forward to a summer full of calls with the volunteer fire department I was a member of, and knew that these last weeks of school were going to be the last free days before the summer kicked off that I might score a girlfriend for the summer; hopefully the same girl I wanted to ask to grad the following year.

It was Pam. Pam was awesome. She was sporty, cute, down to earth and only lived a couple miles from our place.

This particular week, I was thrilled to find out that my buddy Darren was going to have a get together at his place on Friday night, and Pam was planning on being there. This was going to be one of my last opportunities to make a good impression and chat Pam up before summer.

My best friend Todd and I showed up at the party, came in the front door and immediately saw that everyone who was already there had gathered out on the patio off the living room. And there she was, the apple of my eye, Pam, sitting on a patio chair beneath the umbrella talking with five or six others. She had a cute pair of shorts on, a nice summer top, and her golden locks and lightly tanned skin looking as radiant as ever. My heartbeat quickened.

I put my drinks in the fridge, grabbed a beer for myself and a wine cooler I could offer Pam, walked through the living room and opened the sliding screen door to the patio so I could join everyone outside. I left it open for those who followed to come out.

Pam looked at me as I walked toward her and I greeted everyone. I was by no means the most popular kid in class, but everyone knew me as a friendly and easygoing guy who said hi to everyone in the halls and was funny at times.

To my horror, about three paces before I got to Pam at the table, and I’m sure partly on account of my nerves, I could feel an unstoppable fart descending into my lower colon. This was one of those ones that even if your life depended on it, you couldn’t stop it.

I could feel the sweat forming on my brow as I started panicking wondering how I could extricate myself from this greeting long enough to at least go back to the living room just behind me to let ‘er rip under the din of the music that was playing in there. With the two drinks still in my hand, I pivoted 180 degrees on the ball of my left foot to quickly retreat back through the open patio door to the living room. The exertion of turning around so quickly forced the cubic foot of gas out of my ass with a thunderous clap, and because Pam was seated, she pretty much got it right in the face. I’m sure that her hair must have been blown back from the force of it.

Immediately, the entire table of people erupted in laughter. I could feel the blood rising up in my face, knowing there was no way to blame this on anyone or the dog. My embarrassment immediately made me quicken my pace walking towards the patio door threshold. With a quick hop I would be back in the house, out of sight, and be able to figure out some damage control.

I was slightly airborne as I reached the threshold, but unbeknownst to me someone had closed the sliding screen in the 20 seconds since I had come outside. I stopped dead midair when my face and my front knee came in contact with the screen and ripped a hole in it. Both drinks fell to the concrete and the laughter behind me, about the raucous gas cloud I had just laid down, instantly turned into a roar. I was mortified. Attending this party was starting to feel like a mistake. In the span of less than a minute, I had farted in my favourite girl’s face, lost two drinks, and damaged the host’s house.

The rest of the party was uneventful, and soon everyone was buzzing and had forgotten about the incident. But I will never forget that night. Definitely not my smoothest mack daddy moment.

On the bright side, the summer progressed. I took Pam out a few times and we had some fun. While we never ended up being girlfriend and boyfriend, she did end up going to prom with me. I guess I didn’t totally ruin my chances. Lol.

Doesn’t it feel like the usual annual US debt ceiling early debates and MSM coverage are overdue this year?

I’ll just be here zugganumma third coffee of the day

It’s going to be epic.

With the 8-10yr permitting and development timelines for these SMR projects in Canada, I’m wondering if co-located bitcoin mining with them will be a reality by 2035, when 99% of the available supply will have been mined.

It’s too bad that the provinces’ adoption of small modular reactors is so tied to federal regulation. With Ottawa doing its best to suppress the western provinces’ oil and gas industry, I can see them taking a similar tack with Alberta’s plans for realizing abundant, clean nuclear energy.

You’d think those would be pretty vulnerable to attack from subs or small surface vessels some distance away with underwater demolition teams.

Lol

I’ve used Umbrel and Start9 and StartOS is way better IMO.

A guy at work who I know understands sound money to the extent that he has acquired some metals, and has shown an interest in learning more about Bitcoin sent me an invite code today because he’s all excited about Pi coin mining on his phone. 🤦🏽‍♂️

He had his whole identity stolen less than a year ago. Because I actually care about the guy, here’s what I replied:

“I can’t get into this because it’s not open source, its not on a public ledger, it’s not decentralized, it’s not based on a proof of work mining model and I can’t find any verifiable info about the issuance schedule or whether a bunch of it was pre-mined by the developers prior to launch. The charts don’t even have a supply cap or circulating supply number available.

Bitcoin has a 16 year head start on any of these new crypto projects, is secured by a proof of work network with 99.9% uptime, has serious institutional, corporate and nation state adoption, and is secured on an open ledger with an issuance schedule and supply cap verifiable by anyone with a computer.

Mining some Pi on your phone might be harmless but I’d think twice about parting with any real money purchasing it on an exchange now that it has gone live.

It looks like thousands of other pump and dump rug pulls waiting to happen, unless they open up the ledger and the source code to scrutiny.

You can’t convert Pi to cash without supplying a bunch of KYC info to the devs. It’s going to be a huge honeypot of customers’ KYC, device and contact info for hackers. Careful who you give your info to. “

To which he replied “K thanks.”

For nouns you can drop the word “a” as needed.

For body parts, you can drop the “my”

I invented a new word a few years ago. It doesn’t even show up on a Google search. And it’s really handy. You can follow it with the word “my” and the name of any body part. Or the word “a” and any noun that makes sense.

The word:

Zugganumma

Today’s farm fresh eggs for sats.

My sister was so ugly when she was a kid she had to use beef tallow skincare products to get the dog to play with her.