Music downhomechunk • 3 weeks ago • 100%

I just discovered this guy last night and I'm in love.

They felt like hard plastic play food. Not even the cat was interested.

Music downhomechunk • 2 months ago • 83%

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I"m not a huge Weezer fan. But the songs of theirs I like, i really like. And this is one of them.

Hold your downvotes people. I can't delete this post, and it seems image uploads are still down for the instance.

I smoked a bunch of boneless, skinless chicken thighs. They're quick, easy and versatile. I do a 1 hour wet brine and lightly rub with whatever I have on hand. I don't sauce, spray or even look at them until the temp probe says 170. I've been shredding them and serving with white sauce, but they'd work just as well serving whole with sweet baby ray's. The sauce (not pictured): https://www.southernliving.com/recipes/white-bbq-sauce

ADHD downhomechunk • 5 months ago • 97%

And guess what is on back order at every nearby pharmacy? I'll give you a hint: it's not the $300 per month name brand. So I guess I switch to Adderall xr tomorrow?

Linux Gaming downhomechunk • 7 months ago • 95%

of course this month steam catches me for the survey on my $100 microcenter special that i lovingly call "the craptop." but i still hit submit.

I finally found a use for an underpowered sbc I bought during the pandemic. I put Debian base, lightdm and sugar on it. It was a fun project for me. Hopefully it introduces a lifelong love of computers. She already had a text to speech robot saying things like poopy, fart, butt stink and fire in the hole. The apple doesn't fall too far from the dingleberry.

When daddy is the chef de cuisine and some random shit in your fridge is expired but smells ok.

The oreo was delicious as you'd expect. The brownie bite was like hot brownie batter coated in pancake, powdered sugar and caramel sauce. I will absolutely do that again. Mistakes were made, but it's nothing tums and laying down can't fix.

What's that old friend? You want me to fry up some oreos and brownie bites? I mean I guess we can do it....

I posted a picture of my little girl playing the slots yesterday. We had actually just come from an immediate care place. We told them she was starting a new UTI/kidney infection. She just got out of the hospital less than 2 weeks ago and has previous history with this problem. These infections go from zero to 100. She'll go from no fever to 106+ in under an hour. So we were desperate for some help yesterday. The doctor listened to our story, looked at the chart, and decided she was fine. Today we're back in the ER with another runaway infection. We came because we couldn't control the fever that blew up out of nowhere. She's being admitted and will be here for several days. We are exhausted and disheartened.

She was up $0.80 at one point, but chose to reinvest her winnings into more spins. This proved to be a strategic blunder, though, as she walked away penniless and disheartened about 15 seconds later.

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Have fun trying to get this hook out of your head.

Music downhomechunk • 8 months ago • 100%

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I've been on a power pop kick the past couple days.

Music downhomechunk • 9 months ago • 100%

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Chicago's punk rock supergroup from the early 00s

What are you dads doing today? I'll go first: The Mrs found a local restaurant who are hosting a kids new years eve party at 3pm. We have reservations, there will be a meal, countdown, ball drop, the works. My 4 yo daughter is PUMPED! (We are too).

This is a fad I'm glad I tried. Just sprinkle some of your rub (or ranch powder in this case, because "ope") and throw it on some tin foil next to your meat for the last 2 -3 hours. It's an easy crowd pleaser and delicious with Ritz crackers.

My wife had to open the windows to let some heat out. This is why we can't afford to start a college fund.

It doesn't get much more Midwestern than this

Chicago downhomechunk • 10 months ago • 81%

Don't tempt me!

Chicago downhomechunk • 10 months ago • 62%

Today was wild on the blue line! The dude passed out on the floor when I got on rolled up to his knees and violently emptied the contents of his stomach onto the floor. So I switched cars. The gentleman in the seat in front of me with a couple jailhouse face tattoos tried to sell me some cheap earbuds. I politely said no thanks. Then barfy homeboy strolls through the emergency door. His pants were down around his knees and he was covered in vomit from his beard to his underwear. He kept staggering past me to the next car thankfully. Then the guy with the earbuds stands up and points a flashlight at my face saying only "sometimes the master" and then freezing for a good minute straight. Then he tells me to hand him my ring so he can check if it's 24k gold. I told him, "it's not, and it's bad luck to take it off." Thankfully this happens as we arrived to Rosemont and I departed.

I finally have a purely hypothetical answer to a question that's been gnawing at me for a couple years. Why is there a plunger outside on my back deck? Well, what if a squirrel got itself stuck trying to crawl under your chain link fence, died and went unnoticed until it started to smell? Let's say at the time this squirrel was discovered, something had eaten it's face off down to the skull. A blunt handled instrument like a plunger for prodding said decaying, putrid squirrel out of the fence could really come in handy. That's at least until you start trying to put some muscle behind trying to release it. You're trying not to look straight at it because stuff is oozing out of it when, suddenly, its tail brushes against the skin on the top of your foot, because you're of course wearing sandals. That footwear choice was made during a simpler time when the only thing on your to do list was running the garbage and recycling out to the cans in the alley. Your senses being already heightened, the reaction you have to the tickling on your foot causes you to jerk the plunger in a manner which you would not otherwise have done. This movement severs the squirrel's exposed skull from the rest of its corpse. It is in this moment that you question the futility of your existence, poke the skull into the bag with the rest of the squirrel, run it out to the city garbage can, and finally return the plunger to its natural habitat on the deck where it will lie in wait until it is again called upon to provide assistance in some future ghastly task. Again, this is purely hypothetical.