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Redline wrote:

There are two bees nests in my lawn! They look like snake holes or mole holes, but tons of bees fly out!

Crap.

I reckon I never saw THAT before. I have off today, I'm gonna have to get Billy Munny on they ass.


Good luck, Redline, and be careful. Bees, like elderly nuns, are easily underestimated.
yaledelay wrote:FUCK YOU APPLE PIE you are a old man...

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I went to the Doctor this afternoon. Ostensibly for a check up, but in particular to address a concern about rapid clotting that has been evident the last few times I donated blood. While I was there, I also got a long overdue tetanus shot, and got a referral to get my vasectomy.

A few months ago I came across a web page that had to do with internal parasites, and testimonials on how their product could cure you of them. A real multimedia affair with pictures and movies. Some text made the claim that 60% (or some number that seemed huge to me) of North American adults were crawling with these bugs. I have not had a day since where I did not have a moment of concern that I was being eaten alive. Gruesome stuff.

I was just about to part ways with the doctor, when I finally spit it out "This is kind of embarrassing and probably not true, but I can't stop thinking that I may have internal parasites" which led to questions about why I think this. It turns out that almost no one here has them, and those that do went to the third world and drank from puddles of stagnant water. I personally have never done such a thing, and can be called "Johnny Cleanbody" if you wish. Seriously, I am feeling waves of relief here.

Also, the Doctor (a pretty lady) cupped my junk and told me to cough. I betrayed my inner 16 year old by not finding it to be at all hott.

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I put new handle bars on my bike.

http://www.rivendellbicycles.com/images ... 16-111.jpg
The bars are that model, but it's not my bike.

I wrapped it in three layers of clothe tape, ran a new rear derailleur cable, set up the shifting, and lubed the chain.

I then rode around Lake Merritt stopping at Mama Buzz for coffee and I ran into a trio of acoustic guitar, sax, and trombone playing New Orleans style blues/jazz/ragtime.

I bummed a cigarette from another Indiana ex-patriate and it was a non-filter. I noted the duplicitous (maybe I mean opposing) nature of smoking the strongest cigarette possible with participating in cardiovascular exercise simultaneously.

then I took a bath and read a bit of "Genius" by James Gleick; his bio of Richard Feynman.

Ben Adrian

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Redline wrote:There are two bees nests in my lawn! They look like snake holes or mole holes, but tons of bees fly out!

Crap.

I reckon I never saw THAT before. I have off today, I'm gonna have to get Billy Munny on they ass.


Bumble bees often make themselves at home in disused (derelict?) mouse homes (holes). Could these be bumble bees?

If so then they're extremely docile, and in fact most of the drones (the male ones at least) don't even carry a sting.

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Adam CR wrote:
Redline wrote:There are two bees nests in my lawn! They look like snake holes or mole holes, but tons of bees fly out!

Crap.

I reckon I never saw THAT before. I have off today, I'm gonna have to get Billy Munny on they ass.


Bumble bees often make themselves at home in disused (derelict?) mouse homes (holes). Could these be bumble bees?

If so then they're extremely docile, and in fact most of the drones (the male ones at least) don't even carry a sting.


they could also be yellowjackets or hornets, which like to live in slightly larger holes in the ground (like eroded dirt under curbs, sewer covers and cement stairs.)

these get really pissed off anytime you are near their home.



ah, benadrian, these rivendell bars are nice, no? I never have the privledge on posession of bike to myself with the rivendell, though I install, but I do many miss the Fabricacion de Independente which, on board of musicas is no far throw. She is gone, but no replaced.

Salut, Fabricacion de Independente! Never you know the ways you feel the trail of mountain in your companie.

Blue as the navy,
(in the US they call it)
skinny arms that creep

Hear springs under hands,
dead roll gallop, sand in socks
smell leaves and fork oil.
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