Conquest of the Planet of the Bride of the Son of the Return of the Open Bar

[Anna Mae Bollocks]

Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. 

Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.

at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.

It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.

Grass.

Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.

you know what kills it?  shade. 
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them.  then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.

They do that here with St. Augustine grass, and St. Augustine LIKES shade.
Developers just don't want any shade outside or people might SIT OUT THERE IN LAWN CHAIRS and RUN PROPERTY VALUES DOWN.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.

SHOOT THE GRASS!

[Elder Iptuous]

Just discovered that if my county was an independent country, it would have the second or third highest gun ownership per capita in the world, roughly equivalent (54 per 100 inhabitants, but the number of unlicensed weapons could make it higher) to Yemen and behind only the US.

SHOOT THE GRASS!

I support both this idea, and your new avatar.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Or the plant hiked itself.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

I'm assuming  you're talking about Sauvie Island, and that's a weird scenario.

however...

It would be SO MUCH WEIRDER if you were talking about Government Island.

It's the West end of Hayden Island.

[Junkenstein]

I swear people actually wait until the final hour to bring me problems.

Talk about nurturing your inner sutcliffe.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.

My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks.  Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy.  He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).

So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring.  Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'."  Then he giggled.  The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.

That's where PD got involved.  I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it.  So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then.  Because you didn't see me standing right here.  That was Not Cool."  Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer. 

I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore.  But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.

So thanks, PD.  I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.

Even if it doesn't change the world, it will at least make it a slightly nicer place for you personally to live in.

It probably will change the world, though. never underestimate the power of social pressure.

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.

My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks.  Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy.  He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).

So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring.  Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'."  Then he giggled.  The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.

That's where PD got involved.  I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it.  So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then.  Because you didn't see me standing right here.  That was Not Cool."  Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer. 

I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore.  But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.

So thanks, PD.  I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.

Well done.

And my interbutts have risen from the dead, stronger than ever.  The computer, however, is groaning about "brains", and I have to smack it with a wrench now and again.

Also, 3 chapters added to LOBB.

FUCK YEAH!

[Mesozoic Mister Nigel]

Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. 

Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.

at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.

It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.

Grass.

Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.

you know what kills it?  shade. 
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them.  then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.

That makes sense, because I'm all "what is 'Bermuda grass'?" 

I don't think it lives here. It probably died of depression.

[Cain]

So, after nearly three weeks, I'm back in the land of "people who can use a debit card." 

Thanks Obama!, giant transnational banking corporations often described as "too big to fail" and thus able to not only engage in acts of obvious illegality but also fuck over their customers,. backers of Obama.

[Pope Pixie Pickle]

So, something happend over the weekend, and it wouldn't have without this board.

My Brother-In-Law was in town to see my show on Saturday, and his wife and Mrs LMNO and I went out to eat and have a few drinks.  Now, I get along with him; he's about 7 years younger, ex-marine, tattoo junkie, and a pretty stand up guy.  He does sort of revel in "white trash" cliches, though, and tends to promote an "I'm cool because I'm dumb" sort of attitude (even though he can be pretty damn smart when he wants to be).

So that's why I was kind of surprised when, after I had dropped a comment about never really liking basketball, he said, "yeah, it's boring.  Sometimes I call it [looks around furtively] 'Nigger Tennis'."  Then he giggled.  The two women nervously chuckled, in that "well, this is awkward" sort of way, and looked guilty and embarrassed.

That's where PD got involved.  I instantly flashed to the conversations we've had here, not only about race, but about what is Right To Do when you encounter it.  So rather than clear my throat, change the topic, and give him a pass, I said, "I don't think you looked around enough right then.  Because you didn't see me standing right here.  That was Not Cool."  Then I changed the subject and had a sip of my beer. 

I don't think it will change his behavior, except that he probably won't say that kind of shit around me anymore.  But I didn't feel that slimy residual guilt/shame that happens when I do the "don't want to start something, just ignore it" dance.

So thanks, PD.  I feel like you've helped me make myself a better person.

cool. I am waiting for the time when someone says something like that in my house, and I can say "I don't tolerate that shit in my home. get the fuck out and don't come back till you can keep your shitty opinions to yourself" and frogmarch them out the door.

[Juana]

Sometimes that's all you can do, LMNO. I'm glad hear the conversation, fraught or not, helped. 

Bermuda grass is an evil, ugly alien life form. You have to get all of the rhizomes, down to the last section, or it will invade and strangle everything in a given area.

at least it can be passed of as intentionally planted.
dallisgrass is the devil of grasses afaict.

It seems to be the grass of choice out here. Which makes sense, since it's nearly impossible to kill and the Fresno sun is murderous. We've tried everything, and the only way is to yank it out the hard way. I should dig a trench between my garden and the lawn, such as it is, to prevent it from invading.

Grass.

Yeah, well, we're not quite a desert out here. Although I'm not sure that the grinding Sun of Tucson would kill it. We've tried to kill it before by not watering. Alas.

you know what kills it?  shade. 
i don't know if it's SOP where you are, but here, when they plant a suburb, they make sure the land is flat and treeless, then sprinkle house seeds on the ground, and then put Bermuda sod around them.  then, in order to say that the lots have trees, they plop some quick growing saplings on each yard, and the grass looks fine. then after a decade or so, the trees are big enough to provide shade, and the bermuda flees the shadow of it in terror, clinging doggedly to the sunny spots in the yard. then the homeowner either figures out that he has to have more than one type of grass, or goes mad trying to make it grow where it doesn't want to.

Yeah, no, that doesn't work. We've torn out the entire front lawn and covered it with shade cloth and two inches of bark and it still thrives. Anytime we have to pull up the cloth to relay/replace it, we have to pull out a disgusting network of ghostly pale roots. It also survives boiling water. The leaves don't, of course, but it's back in full strength in a week or two.


Nigel, this is Bermudagrass.

[The Good Reverend Roger]

Chlorine.

9,005,324 World War I casualties can't be wrong!

[Juana]

Chlorine.

9,005,324 World War I casualties can't be wrong!

Actually, the area that I'm currently digging up is going be a garden, so anything seriously chemical isn't that great of an idea. I'll just have to be super thorough and shade cloth (for the purpose of being a barrier) the edge of the thing to keep that shit out.

[Elder Iptuous]

Yeah, no, that doesn't work. We've torn out the entire front lawn and covered it with shade cloth and two inches of bark and it still thrives. Anytime we have to pull up the cloth to relay/replace it, we have to pull out a disgusting network of ghostly pale roots. It also survives boiling water. The leaves don't, of course, but it's back in full strength in a week or two.


Nigel, this is Bermudagrass.

heh.  figures.
you get a little shade that you want and the shit dies, but if you blot out the sun it just laughs at you.
i think the lesson here is that grass yards, in general, are a cruel joke that we play on ourselves.
but it's okay, because we'll all end up in tucson where there's no grass, i guess...