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Could they be any more Evanescence copy if they tried!?
They are more Symphonic metal ... whatever that is.

I would be careful... look at the arms on that girl!!!

 

Been buying a few odds and ends online.
Stuff that the local stores don't carry, or hard to find, or just too high priced.

We really support the small guy, but then there's a point of simple economics.

I called regarding these certain type of light bulbs. 5 different settings.

The business was in Toronto and the owner really went out of his way.
Look at these retrofit units, they do the same as the bulbs. 18 watts of energy.
Brilliant idea, price checked the order of 12 lights, 25 of the bulbs. Saved over $500 with a $60 shipping fee.

Like I said simple economics comes to play when prices are high in the hood.
 

Been buying a few odds and ends online.
Stuff that the local stores don't carry, or hard to find, or just too high priced.

We really support the small guy, but then there's a point of simple economics.

I called regarding these certain type of light bulbs. 5 different settings.

The business was in Toronto and the owner really went out of his way.
Look at these retrofit units, they do the same as the bulbs. 18 watts of energy.
Brilliant idea, price checked the order of 12 lights, 25 of the bulbs. Saved over $500 with a $60 shipping fee.

Like I said simple economics comes to play when prices are high in the hood.

Wheelchair caster bearings.
Before reordering I took the plunge and spent around an hour chasing bearings.
ABEC rating means something. Except for sellers (makers?) not interested.

Should be a better bearing I ordered after last nights searches.
8 of them for around half of what I paid for the prior 4.
No, cheapest cost is not the goal. I'd rather they last longer.

Floor showing stains again as they leak from being in the snow. Hinting they need changed before they rust and start to bind. Still rolling o.k. but that won't last.

Started on tires but left off until I get sizes from the basement chair and tires.
Did see a tool that looks interesting for solid tires.
Part of holding off on an order is possible inserts for off road pneumatic tires on the basement chair. (My prior one.) And another set so I can use those elsewhere.

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Wheelchair caster bearings.
Before reordering I took the plunge and spent around an hour chasing bearings.
ABEC rating means something. Except for sellers (makers?) not interested.

Should be a better bearing I ordered after last nights searches.
8 of them for around half of what I paid for the prior 4.
No, cheapest cost is not the goal. I'd rather they last longer.

Floor showing stains again as they leak from being in the snow. Hinting they need changed before they rust and start to bind. Still rolling o.k. but that won't last.

Started on tires but left off until I get sizes from the basement chair and tires.
Did see a tool that looks interesting for solid tires.
Part of holding off on an order is possible inserts for off road pneumatic tires on the basement chair. (My prior one.) And another set so I can use those elsewhere.

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It was time to replace the shaver head.
Order 2, they arrived, seems like it just didn't fit like the old one.
Removed, put it back on.
Nothing like a new shaver head.

Nothing like getting a whisker pulled out of the upper lip😬 Then it grabbed a few more.
Returning those 🤬 POS made in China.

I was eating dinner and said I had a case of shaver burn from them.

"Well you shouldn't scrub so hard"

I won't write what I was thinking of telling her to go shave. 🤣
 

That Nightwish singer kind of reminds me of a new and improved Grace Slick. :icon_thumright:
 

Oh man does that bring back memories.
About 20, visiting a friends place where he lived with this kind of bikie something guy called Trash. He wasn't a bad guy. He had a pet cockatoo.
Friend and Trash went out to get some weed. Im there with my good friend Frank. They were going to be gone a while so I went and got a bottle of Beam.
Were listening to music, drinking Beam then Frank goes "he likes alcohol".
Im who does and he points to the cockatoo sitting on its perch in the corner.
Im seriously!? Frank goes watch and pours a bit into the bottle cap of the Beam, hands it to the bird and it grabs the cap in its beak and tips its head back and downs it. Im "what the" and laughing my head off. "I'll have a go" I said so the same. It downs it. We're killing ourselves laughing then minutes later the birds chatting and screaching away all happy and swaying back and forwards. Was hilarious. Iv had a few too many now and give it more.
🫤 it goes silent and still holding on to the perch drops backwards and is just hanging there upside down.
Franks "ooh oh!". Im thinking oh no iv killed his bird! I take it off the perch and put it on the ground, it wasn't dead but was just laying there. 😐
Thankfully about an hr later it recovers and seemed ok so we put it back on the perch where it stayed till they got home. We never dared tell them what we did. 😂
 

It could happen!!!

It was late afternoon, deep in the rugged wilderness of Montana, and I was tracking a buck I’d shot earlier in the day. I’d been on the trail for hours, and the forest was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that makes you feel like you’re not alone. I was focused on the faint blood trail when I heard it—a low growl that stopped me in my tracks.
Before I could react, a massive black bear burst out of the brush, charging straight at me. I barely had time to raise my rifle before it knocked me flat on my back. The air rushed out of my lungs as its massive weight pinned me down. My rifle was knocked from my hands, and I was left staring into its snarling face, its hot breath reeking of decay. I knew I was done for.
Just as the bear reared up, ready to deliver the killing blow, an ear-splitting roar erupted from behind me. It wasn’t a sound I’d ever heard before—deeper and more powerful than any animal I could name. The bear froze, its ears twitching, then let out a startled grunt. In an instant, it bolted, crashing through the trees as fast as it had appeared.
Gasping for breath, I scrambled to my knees, expecting to see another bear—or maybe a mountain lion—coming for me. But what I saw stopped me cold.
Standing about 20 yards away, partially obscured by the trees, was a towering figure. It was at least 8 feet tall, covered in dark, matted hair that gleamed in the fading light. Its shoulders were massive, its arms hanging down past its knees. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Its eyes were dark and intelligent, filled with something I couldn’t quite place—calm, maybe even curiosity.
Then, without a sound, it turned and walked away, disappearing into the forest with long, deliberate strides.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity, shaking and trying to process what had just happened. That thing—whatever it was—had saved my life. I gathered my rifle and hiked out of there as fast as my legs would carry me, constantly looking over my shoulder.
I’ll never forget the sound of that roar or the sight of those dark eyes watching me. To this day, I don’t know why it did what it did, but I’m here because of it. Whatever it was out there, it wasn’t just some legend. It was real.

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It could happen!!!

It was late afternoon, deep in the rugged wilderness of Montana, and I was tracking a buck I’d shot earlier in the day. I’d been on the trail for hours, and the forest was unnervingly quiet, the kind of silence that makes you feel like you’re not alone. I was focused on the faint blood trail when I heard it—a low growl that stopped me in my tracks.
Before I could react, a massive black bear burst out of the brush, charging straight at me. I barely had time to raise my rifle before it knocked me flat on my back. The air rushed out of my lungs as its massive weight pinned me down. My rifle was knocked from my hands, and I was left staring into its snarling face, its hot breath reeking of decay. I knew I was done for.
Just as the bear reared up, ready to deliver the killing blow, an ear-splitting roar erupted from behind me. It wasn’t a sound I’d ever heard before—deeper and more powerful than any animal I could name. The bear froze, its ears twitching, then let out a startled grunt. In an instant, it bolted, crashing through the trees as fast as it had appeared.
Gasping for breath, I scrambled to my knees, expecting to see another bear—or maybe a mountain lion—coming for me. But what I saw stopped me cold.
Standing about 20 yards away, partially obscured by the trees, was a towering figure. It was at least 8 feet tall, covered in dark, matted hair that gleamed in the fading light. Its shoulders were massive, its arms hanging down past its knees. For a moment, we just stared at each other. Its eyes were dark and intelligent, filled with something I couldn’t quite place—calm, maybe even curiosity.
Then, without a sound, it turned and walked away, disappearing into the forest with long, deliberate strides.
I sat there for what felt like an eternity, shaking and trying to process what had just happened. That thing—whatever it was—had saved my life. I gathered my rifle and hiked out of there as fast as my legs would carry me, constantly looking over my shoulder.
I’ll never forget the sound of that roar or the sight of those dark eyes watching me. To this day, I don’t know why it did what it did, but I’m here because of it. Whatever it was out there, it wasn’t just some legend. It was real.

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I liked that. Chatgtp?
 

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