They are coming. There is no doubt that they are coming. What we don’t know is when they will come and how many there will be. The last outstanding question is: Are we prepared? From a public-health standpoint, that is, and from the standpoint of dealing with seriously annoying things. Because mosquitoes are both a major health hazard and about the most irritating creatures known to man. Even ticks are easier to get along with, which is saying a lot, given that they are bloodsuckers, too.
And this:
Most winters thin the mosquito population. When weather is warmer, mosquitoes tend to thrive. This winter, as is well known, there was no winter.
Andrea woke me up at 5am to turn on the lights to hunt and kill a mosquito. THIS MUST ALL END.
The only thing saving my house at the lake right now is that the water levels are really low so the swamp behind my house has dried up.
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I was very fortunate. I got to Detroit in his second season. Where could you ever get a player who would miss very few games, who could play at the level he was at? You never had to worry about him day-to-day. He was just one-of-a-kind. Even after they changed the rules after the (2004-05) lockout, his game never suffered. People thought he might not be able to handle the new game, but he did. The great players always adapt.
He was a wonderful person and a terrific player. He was a natural choice as captain after Yzerman left. The thing I was always amazed about with Nick Lidstrom was how he could play with anybody as a partner on defense, and his game never suffered, and he could just play with anybody. It’s going to be strange to watch Detroit without him.
(Source: mlive.com, via wonderfultonight12)
“There’s always a bit of suspense about the particular way in which a given school year will get off to a bad start.”
― Frank Portman, King Dork
oh fuck every time i see it i laugh so fucking hard. i have to reblog this every time. i can’t not reblog this
lOOK AT THE GUY IN THE BACKGROUND HE’S LAUGHING HIS ASS OFF
HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA LOLOLOLOLOL
I like how he stares at his hand in confusion.
I like both the confused stare and the partner laughing his ass off.
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I was thinking about someone I guess I have to admit is a former friend over the weekend, and it made me think about the fuss over “the friendzone” and the bullshitty-ness of that whole concept that was all over the place a while back. Obviously, the connection here is that I could have been said to have friendzoned this guy. And you know what, the friendzone is bullshit. It’s bullshit because it implies that when a girl meets a guy, she makes an immediate call as to whether this is someone she might be interested in dating/sleeping with or whether he’s going to be “just a friend”. That in and of itself is false. I personally, until Dr. Movie happened, had never dated a guy that I’d initially found to be particularly attractive. Granted, my shift in thinking had happened relatively quickly (within a few weeks or months).
It’s bullshit for guys to think this way because it’s ridiculous to think that a girl “owes” a guy sex in return for friendship. A friendship between two people should be about mutual enjoyment of company…that being said, same-sex friendships quite often have a whacked out power dynamic of their own, in which one party “uses” the other. In a situation like that, where one of the people involved feels like they are or actually is being taken advantage of, that person should end the friendship. If a guy feels like he’s being used by a girl, he should do something about it. Declare your feelings and let her actually tell you whether or not it’s ever going to happen instead of continuing to hedge your bets that someday it will and becoming increasingly more convinced that she “owes” you something for your time and effort! Or, decide that if that isn’t what you want to do, that you should stop hanging out with that girl and let yourself get over her!
But girls, let’s be honest: a lot of the time, we’re all too aware of what’s going on. It may not be conscious awareness, but when a guy friend lets you cry on his shoulder and listens to your stories about other guys over and over again and tells you how amazing you are and how that other guy is a jerk for not treating you right, the only way to NOT know that your friend is into you on some level is to actively repress knowing that. We’re not talking the occasional exchange of bitching about significant others, because that’s pretty normal, but when your buddy listens to you cry about your boyfriends over and over and over again, he’s probably doing in the hope that you’ll stop kissing them and start kissing him.
By was of explanation, here is the story that prompted me feeling all of this: I met my friend Dakota when I was a sophomore and he was a freshman in college. He lived in the boy section of my dorm floor, just a few rooms down from Reno, who I ended up dating off and on for the next three years. I was friendly with most of the guys who lived on that hall, but especially Dakota. He and I socialized together pretty frequently when I was at school. One time, when Reno and I had just gotten back together after a breakup but hadn’t gone public with it yet, I went out with Dakota and a few other friends. Dakota was always affectionate (with everyone, not just me), but he was especially touchy-feely that night. I went back home to Reno and mentioned it as something I had found odd. Reno laughed and told me that during our first breakup, Dakota had said something to him about finding me attractive and wanting to date me. Reno, who had intended to break up with me for real, had told him to go for it if he wanted to. Well, he never did. And then Reno and I got back together. And then broke up. Lather rinse repeat for three years.
It took my move to Alabama for Reno and I to finally manage to end it for real. At that point, Dakota was up in Michigan, and we would talk on the phone every so often, but didn’t really start hanging out again until the summer after my first year. Which, of course, is when I was dating The Boy Next Door. When I started dating Traveller, Dakota was also dating someone, so we would talk on the phone about our relationship stuff. Which was mostly me, talking about my feelings about Traveller. And Dakota listened and listened and comforted and told me I was too good to be treated like that, etc. And I told myself, when I actually allowed the uncomfortable thought of his feelings for me to cross my mind, that it had been a long time ago that he had a crush on me and surely he didn’t have one anymore.
I found out that I was wrong the summer I studied for the bar. I went out with Dakota for his birthday…belated, so it was just him and I. We were out and talking and drinking and having fun when these three adorable British boys started calling his name…he coached children’s soccer with them. They joined us. They were hot. One of them and I hit it right off and ended up sleeping together. All but in front of Dakota (he was in the other room, but I’m sure he could hear it). Dakota and I were never really friends again. Despite the fact that we live really near to each other, we never call each other. I think I’ve seen him maybe 3 times since that night I slept with his friend. And I get it. If he and I really were just friends, it wouldn’t have been a big deal. But that’s not what it was to him, apparently. And not that I would have gone for it if he had said something to me about having feelings, because I don’t find him attractive, but I feel badly about him having dumped so much emotional investment into me that wasn’t going to pan out, and I wish it would have been obvious sooner. It makes it complicated to miss his friendship.
(via xanis)
