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BearSchlong

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  1. Cast with left, reel with right.
  2. I skateboard goofy footed too, but kick a football righty. Cast and throw lefty (does that mean I fish righty if I hate cranking a reel with my left hand?) golf righty, fork lefty, knife righty, draw a bowstring lefty. Handwriting is lefty. As I was leaving Luby’s today I was thinking to myself “I wonder if Dan Crenshaw lost his dominant or weak eye?” Then I drove a while with alternating eyes closed and decided life would be significantly harder if I lost my left rather than right eye.
  3. I’m the same way, lefty and left eye dominant. Tried to shoot righty last week, had no naturally comfortable place to rest my left hand and gave myself a nice slide scrape.
  4. Commission accelerators at the redline, on the last morning of the FY. I’m serving prime at tonight’s dinner party. Sleep well, you in-house counselors, with dreams of different redlines dancing in your heads. Well done.
  5. And to be honest, I thought Hillary surrounded herself with inept advisors. Huma’s husband got taken down by someone I know that several of my friends were trying to fuck. https://abcnews.go.com/amp/Politics/anthony-weiner-scandal-timeline-deceit/story?id=13781381 And Podesta didn’t seem to have a grasp on reality. 2016 was just abysmal. It should have been Biden all along.
  6. Amazon sells cheap polycarbonate ones that I generally view as disposable. They look like carbon fiber though.
  7. Mine too. And until recently, I was the one who insisted that only heathens carry on suitcases. The aforementioned B&R was a game changer if only due to time saved. Though yesterday I helped my daughter check a bag with a pistol and ammo just to show her how easy it is. The counter agent was brand new and thought I was kidding when I walked up and said “she is traveling with a gun and ammo.” She actually said “it's not in her carry on, right?” Question - not to derail the thread, but what if we had gone from the range to the airport and TSA had swabbed her clothes and hands? I'm assuming it would have set off the detector. Which is why we didn't have a range session prior to her flight.
  8. Our CEO has already had a talk with his counterpart at LUV and probably mayor Pete as well. My buddy has the account, I can't wait to see his 2023 projects. Also Briggs & Riley suitcases are worth the $$, IMO. I can pack a week’s worth of clothes in the 22” Essential Carry on.
  9. Oh please, those same countries own the refineries that produce your gasoline and liquefy natural gas for export from Texas.
  10. Excellent points. If I'm alone I can also focus on an audiobook or podcast which seems to make the time pass faster. Or make phone calls. My main use of WN is nonstop flights from HOU, and since I live 90 minutes away I will pick the earliest flight and go over the night before and use my seemingly unlimited hotel points to get a good night’s sleep. But 75% of the time I'm taking the 6am AA flight from BPT. 10 minutes from home, parking 75 yards from the TSA, at DFW by 7:30 and the next nonstop to wherever, especially if it's on my employer’s dime.
  11. I did use WN drink coupons as stocking stuffers this year.
  12. Whatever ax you have to grind, that shit happened years ago. Like any company of that size, there are bodies buried everywhere. I've heard lots of IBM mafia stories. Maybe you're right and Wall Street analysts are wrong. I'm not defending their virtue, I'm just saying the 2nd part of your original statement is factually (and logically) incorrect.
  13. The 2nd part of this is incorrect. Much of IBM’s business plan is helping clients modernize monolithic applications to run on hybrid cloud at the risk of cannibalizing the mainframe business in the belief that if they don't, the competition will.
  14. AA is pretty automated, cancelled flights get automatically rescheduled IIRC.
  15. I work for a major WN technology supplier and all I hear is how their lawyers want to spend 18 months in red lines before engaging in actual modernization projects. We provide the exact same service to AA, Delta, Frontier, and every other major global carrier so it's not us. This shitshow is completely preventable.
  16. My SIL is a fantastic entrepreneur. She was having custom menorahs made and stumbled across a unique design. First they were being machined from wood, then my Stepbro sent some schematics for some lucite candlestick holders (very modern, non-menorah) to a few factories in China and one day he woke up to 100 emails from factories practically begging to make them for pennies. Some deals were cut, she put up a website and it went viral on Instagram and she sold 20K of them @ $100 - $250 ea. She just happened to be driving by Waffle House when a sign crew was taking the letters down. She called their boss, they were going to throw them away as soon as the demo invoice was paid. He sold her the lot for like $50. Add some LED lighting and boom- iconic pop art.
  17. Ditto. My sons’s new job comes with a deployment to Kuwait and they are going to start trying upon his return.
  18. I'll see if I can get the brisket recipe, but I'm telling you, a properly prepared Jewish brisket is like witchcraft. All you taste is the meat and subtle spices, served with sour creme and apple sauce garnished latkes and bacon-wrapped almond-stuffed dates. Our mixed non-kosher family dinners are the highlight of my year. Well, that and the Greenberg smoked turkey and Rabideaux sausage gumbo. Headed to the range today for more training with my daughter. Ain't it cute? Also they closed the Waffle House on the freeway at College and my SIL salvaged the letters from the sign from the demo company. She’s selling them for $150 each. (paging Mrs. Cumstein). This piece of pop art looks great in the sunroom/bar room, dontcha think? (first letter of their last name)
  19. Need ocugolf’s cousin to get back from holiday PTO so she can get out the laser pointer and distract him from the send button for a while.
  20. It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. Best: new bromance with my son’s FIL. We were at H-E-B buying cilantro the other day and were playing the get to know you 20 questions game. “My guilty pleasure is Kelly Clarkson.” To which he answered, “mine is George Michaels.” Then we agreed that our biggest regret was not attending more RUSH concerts. My son hit the gold mine with his in-laws; they are a blast, all of them. Great family. And the more I get to know my daughter-in-law, the more I love her. That and my stepbrother made the brisket using a recipe first scribbled down in Hebrew centuries ago. It crushes anything cooked in smoke. Worst: 1st Christmas without my dad. We are going to his house for Christmas/Hanukkah brunch with my stepmom. Last night at my stepbro’s house, she looked like you would expect a widow to look on the first Christmas after he soul mate's death. She was staring off into space. Heart-wrenching. Funniest: everyone took off their shoes last night and were comparing feet. My 13 yr old niece looked at her mom’s, grandma’s, and Aunt’s feet and burst into tears and exclaimed, “My feet don’t look Jewish enough!!” Poor kid lost her grandfather and two great-grandfathers this year. Creepiest: took my wife, kids, DIL, wife’s BFF, and her daughter to dinner at a well-known west-end neighborhood restaurant. There’s this guy, in his late fifties that I see around town all the time hanging out in the bar sections of all our local restaurants. He and I have, at best, a nodding acquaintance. Anyway he and his buddies (all nearing 60) are eating at a table near ours, and towards the end of the meal, his friend walks up to my wife’s BFF’s 21-year-old daughter, who graduated from college last week, hands her his friends business card, and says “my friend over there thinks you’re hot, give him a call.” I take the business card, take a photo, and text it to my SIL (they are in the same industry and serve on several committees) with a WTF, this dude is a perve; he just hit on Br** in front of her mom, at my family dinner.” SIL is all, “this will be fun for a long time; I’ll be asking why he interrupts my family’s dinners to hit on young girls, and I’ll wait to ask in the middle of an important board meeting. Probably start calling him Jeff Epstein, too.” Poor girl just sat there with a glazed look in her eyes, muttering, “I cannot believe that just happened. . .” Merry Christmas, everybody. About to wake up the family.
  21. Well I jumped into the semiautomatic pistol playground today with my starter gun, a Sig Sauer P320. Spent 2 days at the range with 1st LT BearSchlong jr and figured I’d start off with a gun identical to his issued sidearm. Put 200 rounds through his Springfield Hellcat and it was a little too sporty so I decided to go full frame with something modular I can customize before I go full bore obsessed with building a collection. I’ve always been a rifle, shotgun, and revolver guy but here goes. I’ve enjoyed lurking on this thread for years. My daughter put 100 rounds through a half dozen guns and decided on a Walther CCP 380 for her CC weapon. Surprising her with it tomorrow.
  22. Expectations are premeditated resentments. You’re not responsible for hers. A parable - one Tuesday, after I was 5 years sober and divorced, my then ex wife yelled at me for 2 hours because I would not do what she wanted. She cried, screamed, cajoled, insulted, belittled, and even said that my sobriety in AA was an escape from the reality of life and that she wished with all her might that I would do her a favor and go get drunk and die. The 2nd hour of that phone call was like a sunrise, a world coming into focus, when the darkness and shadows lifted and revealed the stark truth that trying to meet her expectations and specifications wasn’t possible. Anger and frustration yielded to laughter when I realized how preposterous it was for me to attempt such an impossible feat. What had once been a formidable opponent morphed into a caricature. Some people are incapable of being happy and content. And the only perception that matters is mine. Death is inevitable, suffering is voluntary. Yesterday was wonderful. I spent the morning at the gun range being coached by my son, whom our government pays to be an expert in that venue. And the afternoon playing darts and listening to country music in the garage with my daughter, who proclaimed it to be in her “top 10 list of dad memories.” And then we watched Zoolander as a family and laughed and laughed. Spiritual progress, not perfection.
  23. This is going to sound a little harsh, but hear me out - why do you care if she hates you? Do you ever feel like you’re trying to live up to her expectations? If so, do you feel like you’re failing?
  24. This is the answer to your post on the divorce thread. Others have said therapy, but as you’ve probably guessed my recommendation is going to be to find a hard assed sponsor who will see through your pride and ego and help you make a thorough effort through the 12 steps. Think of it as a cleanse. It will give you newfound clarity on the rest of your relationships, and you’ll be able to make decisions with confidence. It’s not your job to make your wife happy. Sure, you have to handle your side of the street but that’s the limit. Not knowing you IRL, and just by reading your posts it is my (possibly incorrect) opinion that you suffer from self-pity and are in a profoundly codependent marriage. I had the luxury of divorcing my completely psychotic emotional black hole of a wife and when the steps and AA prepared me for another go at a relationship the new priorities were discussed. 1) sobriety and serenity and staying spirituallly fit. Everything in my life flows from this well. 2) my children - do no damage, make maximum efforts, and give them a ton of space and grace. 3) my marriage - I’ll post my very custom non traditional vows but let’s just say that we promised to accept each other “as-is” even through change, to give each other space, to show daily affection and tenderness, and all the other things that our first marriages lack. Like I said, I had that luxury. So last night my 25 year old son and I were on a road trip and he turned to me and said “thanks for continuing to make the effort even when I was being gaslighted into hating you when I was 12.” We see eye to eye, because he also had to end his relationship with his mother purely for self-preservation. Think 10 years down the road one day at a time, no matter how much right now hurts. Ok
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