Dude, I'd rather live in the fucking arctic in an igloo than live in your desert with those roommates of yours. So yeah, we win... you lose... and lose... and lose some more.
Today I got a new Fiskars Chopping Axe. I'm happier than a pig in shit. It fells of course, but it also chops like a maul if necessarily, and is still light enough to choke up on like a hatchet. Also, the lighter weight will allow me to still work while I recuperate what I'm starting to worry is a torn rotator cuff. I cut my own firewood, for the winter because I'm a cheap ass who'd rather have a fire in the fireplace and save on heating (and the cost of firewood), and more specifically in the non-winter for BBQing. Took this axe for a test run when it arrived, and it is easily worth every penny and then some.
I am very thankful that I grew up in a time when the most embarrassing moment of your life wasn’t recorded by your friends and broadcasted to the entire planet. ...time heals all wounds. But that thought was conjured up before the internet was invented.
Too bad Sweden beat USA in the world juniors hockey this afternoon. Looks like Canada is on a roll in this game to play Sweden in the gold metal game tomorrow. 4-1 at the halfway point. Good game so far.
It got down around -10F here earlier this week and my car wouldn't start in the morning. Ended up dicking with it for an hour before it finally rolled over after a 20min stint with the charger on "55amp jump start" mode.
That's just past the "too cold" barrier for me. The key to cold weather is being prepared, and that's the point where even if you are prepared it's still fucking brutal. I just moved to Edmonton and it's been hovering around freezing for the couple days I've been here, but apparently it was -38 C last week and I'm sure it's going to go back down there soon enough.
I was in Mexico over Christmas. The day I left it was 27° C at the airport. 4 1/2 hrs later it when we landed in Canada it was -31° C, -42 with the wind. So in a matter of hours we underwent close to a 60° C change in temperature. That was a rude welcome home. Next time I won't wear shorts on the plane.
The cure for that is to continue to wear shorts on a plane, just drink more on the flight, and then cab it home from the airport.
Dabs are to pot in the same way crack is to cocaine. Somebody thought “this shit just isn’t doing it for me” so they concentrate it into a pure thc rock/blob (sometimes called “Shatter”). You smoke it by placing on a super-heated nail in a bong bowl and while inhaling. You get really, REALLY fucking high. A lot higher than I ever need to be, I think it’s a waste that only youth would be into. Watch the YouTube videos of these idiots wasting their stash while trying to destroy their minds while setting their brain on fire.
So... the new kids finally figured out hot-knifing, did they? That's cute... There's a reason a bunch of my friends' families had a shortage of knives in their utensil drawers... Spoiler
Basically they figured out how to do it without looking like you have a mouth full of cold sores afterwards.