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 on: Today at 07:08:47 PM 
Started by jcarwash31 - Last post by Dan
I am loving the song from The Hanged Man. Holy crap I love this. Nice find.

 on: Today at 03:44:29 PM 
Started by Butter - Last post by Butter
Ethan is in his 3rd year of football.  He rarely gets to play because he does not possess the requisite physical skill to do anything, nor does he have any real interest in doing much of anything besides hanging out with other kids.

So, this year his team is undefeated.  He has gotten to play a few plays here and there in blowout wins.  He plays defensive end, and mostly when he is in, he nearly lines up offsides, and then when the ball is snapped he either just stands there on passing plays, or he gets blocked to the ground instantly on running plays.

Last year on the final play of the season, he actually realized that when the ball was snapped he could do something.  He zipped around an uninterested offensive tackle and nearly got a sack.  That generated wild enthusiasm from his teammates and coaches.  I thought that knack for maybe actually knowing what to do on plays would carry over to this season.  It did not.

Fast forward to this week.  Ethan tells me on Monday that they practiced a special play that day.  A play where he would line up as a fullback and they would hand the ball to him, then two other RB's would push him into the end zone for a touchdown.  I thought he was lying, fooling around, or misinterpreting what was happening.  I brushed it off.

Tuesday, he says the same thing.  Wednesday, same thing.  He hopes they get to do it in the game on Thursday night, he says.  By now I am worried.  I have to believe that he understands what is going on, because he's far from stupid.  He says the coaches have told him that if it is late in the game and they get it inside the 5, they're running the play.  To top it off, they say they will let another backup lineman kick the extra point.

Why am I worried?  Because I am confused at how the kids and coaches see Ethan.  Do they view him as a special needs kid worthy of pity?  He is not some Down's Syndrome kid who needs pandered to and to get a bogus 75 yard touchdown "run" because his life has been so hard luck he deserves a moment of happiness.  He is maybe AT WORST mildly autistic (very mildly if at all) and horribly moody, but at best is very social and makes friends easily with kids who don't view him as a bullying target.  He is bright, gets A's and B's in school.  He just sucks at football.  Is this a touchdown try for a kid who they view as "special"?  Or are they trying to do something nice for a nice kid who tries hard in practice but doesn't get to play much?  I am starting to really worry about the stigma of him getting a "special" touchdown.  But he seems excited, so I go with it.  It would be awesome to see him score, and would give him a story to tell forever.

So last night comes.  They play mostly like garbage, but lead 21-0 into the fourth quarter.  With about 2 minutes left, they get the ball first-and-goal at the 5.  Run a play that gets stuffed.  Second down, the sideline is murmuring and getting generally excited.  Here comes Ethan.  He is lining up at fullback.  I have rarely been so nervous.  They snap the ball, hand it to Ethan and try to push him in.  He gets to maybe the 3.  Third down, they bring in a different defensive lineman, maybe the best player on the team... which totally changes my view of things.  They are just trying to have fun with stuff.  I think they just genuinely like Ethan and are trying to reward him.  Thank God.  Third Down, awesome defensive lineman guy runs it up the middle, gets stuffed.

Fourth Down, they bring Ethan back in.  It's a tall order to score from there.  But dammit, that's my boy out there!

Snap goes, they hand the ball to Ethan.  Two kids get behind Ethan and start pushing with all their might.  Push DAMN YOU PUSH!!!!

Ethan lurches forward, then.... fumbles.  Play is stuffed at the 2 yard line.  The defense runs back out, and they run an option play in Ethan's direction.  They fumble the ball!  It's rolling loose in the end zone!  If only some defensive end were out there that could fall on the ball and score a redemption touchdown!

Instead they pick it up and run for 5 yards, around a disinterested Ethan.  Clock runs out, game ends.

To finish up the story, Ethan has the nerve to come home and tell me not to mention the play and that he never wants to talk about it again.  Welp.  Teenage boys.  Gotta love 'em.

 on: Today at 03:32:00 PM 
Started by Dan - Last post by daytime drinking
And then he brings it back to you? That's amazing. Mine will chase after quite a few things, but once the thing stops moving he just ignores it.

totally.  he gets his mouse and brings it back.  even better than a dog cuz sometimes dogs won't just drop their toy.  berny just stares at me if i don't immediately acknowledge him suggesting, "should i just drop the fucking thing in your lap?  throw the damn thing fucker." 

 on: Today at 03:31:39 PM 
Started by Dan - Last post by Butter
Any of you that are up on Mrs. Butter's Facebook feed will see that we just welcomed a new cat into the family.  Went over to my mom's this past Monday, and she regularly feeds stray cats.  There was this one that is tiny, and is very skinny, but also extremely friendly.  I told Mrs. Butter about it, and next thing you know we're taking home a new cat.

Taking it this weekend to get its shots and whatnot.  And make an appointment to get fixed.  That makes 2 dogs and 2 cats for those of you keeping score at home.  The first cat did a lot of hissing and intimidation during Day 1, but after Day 2 (yesterday), they seemed to settle into a pattern of benign disinterest in each other, which is fine.

The dogs however are horrible.  They rush up to the new cat whenever it is near, and loom over it curiously, scaring the crap out of it.  They did this with Cat #1 as well, until they realized it was here for good.  The new cat is spooked easily though, so we are trying to be sensitive to that and letting it have the basement to itself for a few days first.

No idea how old this cat is or where it came from, but seems relatively healthy outside of being horrifically skinny.

 on: Today at 02:48:49 PM 
Started by Dan - Last post by Zafer Kaya
My old cat could play fetch.  He was odd about it though.

I'd throw bits of wadded up paper.  Sometimes he would totally ignore it.  Other times, he'd chase it down but not bring it back.  Or chase it down but then walk around with it in his mouth for a bit and then drop it in a shoe or his water dish. 

Sometimes he would bring it back.  And some of those times I could hold out my hand and he'd drop it right into my palm.  Other times he'd bring it back but purposely drop it just out of reach.

Sometimes he would be really into it, and could go 5-10 minutes at a time until I got bored of it.  Then sometimes he'd bring it back once, and then if I threw it again he'd just look at me like "I'm not going to keep bringing this back to you if you're just going to lose it again."

I never really figured out what how he viewed it.  Like if he wasn't sure if throwing paper was just something I did every once in while for whatever reason, and it didn't matter if he brought it back but if he did I might throw it again and chasing it was fun.  Or if he thought "I better bring him his paper/prey, it seems important to him."  Or if he understood on some level that this was something that I did specifically for him, and this was a game.

 on: Today at 02:14:00 PM 
Started by Dan - Last post by Dan
And then he brings it back to you? That's amazing. Mine will chase after quite a few things, but once the thing stops moving he just ignores it.

 on: Today at 01:56:29 PM 
Started by Dan - Last post by daytime drinking
does any of y'all's cats play fetch?  we've never boughten our cats any toys but we have them.  berny likes to play fetch.  it's funny.  he'll bring me a toy and i'll throw it over the couch and he'll be over the cushions and onto the floor in one bound.  of course i do the same thing

 on: Yesterday at 09:40:47 PM 
Started by clemsonfan - Last post by Buzzstein
They have miles on road signs? Weird.

 on: Yesterday at 06:55:27 PM 
Started by clemsonfan - Last post by lutz
What's a hundredweight? We use metric for everything except weird traditional things. Like liquids come in litres or millilitres, except milk and draught beer which come in pints. Even petrol comes in litres, despite car fuel efficiency still being quoted in miles per gallon (I suspect that has stayed the same as some sort of marketing scam). Distances are all in metres or centimetres, except for road signs which are all in miles. Weights are invariably in grams and kilograms. People referring to their own weight in stone is phasing out and much more likely to be quoted in kilograms now - we were actually having a discussion about height and body weight at the pub this evening and only one person out of the group knew their weight in stone rather than kg. I think milk and beer will remain as "pints" colloquially - even if the actual serving is 500 mL - because we say it so often (the country basically runs on beer and milky tea) and "half litre" is more of a mouthful. Hopefully miles will be the next to die off, although it will probably be at the cost of privatising all the road signs and thus having them plastered with adverts...

 on: Yesterday at 02:34:20 PM 
Started by MissKitty - Last post by Zafer Kaya
I'm saying I guess, that the man's primary focus was to protect his son from evil.  And as a result, he would generally attempt to shy away from contact, fight if cornered, and his mentality was generally look for threats.  Good never died, it just went into hiding.  But the man didn't have the luxury of looking for it.  He just had to protect and foster the bit of Good he had, which was his son.

The son would never have survived without his dad.  But his dad (figuratively) had to die for humanity to survive.   Because the father was living like an animal.  All the good he had left all went into his son.  So at the end when the father died, that sacrifice completed his mission and that ended that phase of a cycle. There was nothing left for him to give.

Son=good/hope.  Dad's job was to sacrifice himself to keep son/good/hope alive.  Dad dies, but hangs in there long enough for son/good/hope to make it on his own.  And now son/good/hope meets up with daughter/good/hope and we move from the survival stage to the blossom/growth/comeback stage.  The darkness finally gives way to dawn.

It was an okay book.  It basically read a lot like every other Cormac McCarthy book ever though.  Suttree is by far my favorite McCarthy book.  But no one ever reads it because I guess it doesn't have a cool post-apocalypse or Western setting and it's not very bad-ass.

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