Lol, I can absolutely imagine it no where near hits the mark. You need one of them core sampling drills they use in Antarctica around your place, lol.The standard three-foot length doesn't cut the mustard around here.
How’s the weather?
- Thread starter The Masked Shadow
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Well, it's snowing here in blighty. As you can see from the picture it looks as though we may get, ohh I dunno, maybe an inch or two! And it's freezing cold too, it can't be anymore than, ohh I dunno, maybe 1°c!
(This is where
jjohnwm
comes and pisses all over my party by informing me he's had 8 foot of snow and the temperatures hovering around -80°c). Lol.
(This is where
jjohnwm
comes and pisses all over my party by informing me he's had 8 foot of snow and the temperatures hovering around -80°c). Lol.
Lol, not quite -80C...but...I am forced to admit that I am thoroughly fed up with this winter. We have had a ridiculous stretch of weather, lasting a couple of months now. A few days of frigid temps...a brief warm-up (although still 10-15C colder than Esox's tropical delight) that is always accompanied by another 4-6 inches of snow...then right back down into arctic temps again. And almost always overlaid with the incessant prairie wind. This cycle has repeated over and over and it wears a person down.
This morning was the final straw. My dog Duke woke me up for his usual morning constitutional, and when I cracked the door to let him out he hesitated as the icy blast hit him in the face, looked up at me with resignation, and then bounded out into the blizzard. He forged his way through the snow that was over his back, heading for his favourite pooping corner, checking over his shoulder to make sure that I was waiting at the door to let him back in. I glanced over to his bathroom corner, and did a double-take. Last night's wind had been sculpting and moving the drifts, as usual; the latest snow has been very light and fluffy, easily moved...except where Duke had deposited a couple of brown surprises yesterday. As each fresh warm treat had hit the snow, it had melted partway down, disappearing beneath the surface but compacting the snow into ice as it went.
Now, I normally remove dog poops as soon as they are produced; I don't let them accumulate. But in winter, when it's -30C with a howling wind at midnight and I am standing at the door in my robe and slippers, well, that stuff can just sit for a bit. It's easier to pick up after it freezes anyway, or at least that's how I rationalize letting it sit. So, when I glanced over at Duke's Corner...there they were. Seven or eight rock-hard frozen turdcicles, each sitting atop a little column of ice, suspended several inches above the surrounding snow that the wind had blown away; a magical garden of fecal stalagmites . Duke was carefully going from one to the next, checking to make sure that each one was his and that no wild critters had invaded the sanctity of his yard. Satisfied, he quickly squatted, pinched off another loaf, and then bounded back to the door with a look of relief on his face.
So, yes, Esox...sorry...but your blistering near-freezing reading of 1C...positive 1C, to boot!...coupled with a light frosting of snow that doesn't even cover the tops of your grass...just doesn't elicit even the slightest touch of sympathy from me. As soon as I finish my first morning coffee, I am suiting up to fill the bird-feeders, to carve a pathway through the fresh drifts between the house and the cars...and to fell those poop-towers for proper disposal.
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Only you could wax lyrical regarding **** in such a poetic and enthusiastic manner. Lol
Ya know...come to think of it...we as aquarists, or anyone who keeps live animals for that matter, are really just s*** management specialists. We pick up after our dogs, praising them when they produce fairly solid chunks and telling them what good boys they are. Our fishtanks are loaded with filters and pumps and other paraphernalia...all of which is essentially there to control and manage poop. We culture bacteria that break the poop down into relatively non-toxic forms, and then we change water to remove that stuff. Our birdcages are often lined with old newspaper, specifically to make it easier to remove poop. And cats? Good lord, there is an aisle in the pet store devoted entirely to assorted plastic bins and containers designed to contain your choice of granulated clay or recycled paper or whatever...all of which is aimed at providing cats a place to poop in comfort. And then we sift through the litter, searching for big chunks of...poop!...acting as though we are panning for gold.
Back when I had a cat...it was a dark period in my life, let me tell you...I had a gizmo installed in my spare bathroom which allowed the cat to poop into the toilet! lt took some time and training, for both of us, but the satisfaction of seeing an animal leap up onto a toilet seat, position himself carefully, and then bombs away!...it was undescribable. I think that's why people keep cats; they are one of the few creatures whose fascination with proper pooping approaches or even exceeds our own. If only I could have taught him to flush...
I've gotta check to see what Sigmund Freud and his colleagues had to say about this obsession with solid biological waste...
Pardon the thread derail...now back to our regularly scheduled whining about the weather...
Back when I had a cat...it was a dark period in my life, let me tell you...I had a gizmo installed in my spare bathroom which allowed the cat to poop into the toilet! lt took some time and training, for both of us, but the satisfaction of seeing an animal leap up onto a toilet seat, position himself carefully, and then bombs away!...it was undescribable. I think that's why people keep cats; they are one of the few creatures whose fascination with proper pooping approaches or even exceeds our own. If only I could have taught him to flush...
I've gotta check to see what Sigmund Freud and his colleagues had to say about this obsession with solid biological waste...
Pardon the thread derail...now back to our regularly scheduled whining about the weather...
My life is totally full of s**t, some say I'm full of s**t too, but of course that's ridiculous, as those of you who know me on here will attest too
lol.
Not only does our hobby bring me s**t, as you describe, but my work in recycling has me face to face with s**t on a daily basis.
I come home from work and it's my duties to put the bins out, which are full of s**t, I pick the dog s**t up in the back garden. I've also been known to watch our cat, Diego, take a dump in the garden, bury it, and then go out and dig it up to dispose of it somewhere where it's not going to get stuck in my damn trowel when I get round to gardening.
My wife is forever going on at me to get rid of that pile of s**t, or this pile of s**t, referring to my treasure trove of err, hmm, err, well....s**t, that I use in hobby related builds from time to time.
And of course, coming from blighty, and in line with the thread title, we have the icing on the cake......s**t weather!!
lol.Not only does our hobby bring me s**t, as you describe, but my work in recycling has me face to face with s**t on a daily basis.
I come home from work and it's my duties to put the bins out, which are full of s**t, I pick the dog s**t up in the back garden. I've also been known to watch our cat, Diego, take a dump in the garden, bury it, and then go out and dig it up to dispose of it somewhere where it's not going to get stuck in my damn trowel when I get round to gardening.
My wife is forever going on at me to get rid of that pile of s**t, or this pile of s**t, referring to my treasure trove of err, hmm, err, well....s**t, that I use in hobby related builds from time to time.
And of course, coming from blighty, and in line with the thread title, we have the icing on the cake......s**t weather!!
