Is it just me? Some of these topics and discussions are just strange.

Well it’s still 2020, so there’s that.

The read/unread function certainly seems fubar, and I seem to miss a lot or lose the context.

Lol, I’m loving the 2020 jokes. All kidding aside though, things have been a little heavy on this site as of late, but I’m guessing it’ll bounce back to normal once we turn the calendar. This is whacky, that’s for sure. I remember being a kid of the 80’s and we thought in 2020 we’d be living like the Jetsens, with flying cars, robotic butlers and the coolest gadgets in the universe. What a letdown...

Tony

Zwater: "Is it just me? Some of these topics and discussions are just strange."

Sort of like this topic?
Yeah, super weird in 2020

Seems like a Seasonal Disorder amplified with a Global Pandemic. Throw in an Election Cycle and no wonder things got weird.

It was weird how many grouse there were on the Gunflint Trail this Fall.

Wait til 2021, instead of fifteen lost dog threads it’ll be lost kids. “I left, I mean lost my kids on the kiskadena (spell) portage. Not sure if they couldn’t make it up the hill or they got lost. Would have gone back to look but... I wasn’t climbing that wall again”. Haha!

GopherAdventure: "Lol, I’m loving the 2020 jokes. All kidding aside though, things have been a little heavy on this site as of late, but I’m guessing it’ll bounce back to normal once we turn the calendar. This is whacky, that’s for sure. I remember being a kid of the 80’s and we thought in 2020 we’d be living like the Jetsens, with flying cars, robotic butlers and the coolest gadgets in the universe. What a letdown...


Tony"

We have flying cars. All sorts of robotic cleaners, Alexa - turn off the lights!, etc. We're not that far off.

KarlBAndersen1: "

GopherAdventure: "Lol, I’m loving the 2020 jokes. All kidding aside though, things have been a little heavy on this site as of late, but I’m guessing it’ll bounce back to normal once we turn the calendar. This is whacky, that’s for sure. I remember being a kid of the 80’s and we thought in 2020 we’d be living like the Jetsens, with flying cars, robotic butlers and the coolest gadgets in the universe. What a letdown...

Tony"

We have flying cars. All sorts of robotic cleaners, Alexa - turn off the lights!, etc. We're not that far off."

And we have the lightest, fastest canoes!

I like the Jetsons reference. Ben's post made me laugh pretty hard too :)

This thread is the weirdest thread of all time.

If this is weird, wait until we hit winter! Tend to see a lot of interesting threads during the snowy months. :)

nctry: "Wait til 2021, instead of fifteen lost dog threads it’ll be lost kids. “I left, I mean lost my kids on the kiskadena (spell) portage. Not sure if they couldn’t make it up the hill or they got lost. Would have gone back to look but... I wasn’t climbing that wall again”. Haha!"

So sad... kids are part of the family. My heart goes out to you. Hoping you find your kids soon.

nctry: "Wait til 2021, instead of fifteen lost dog threads it’ll be lost kids. “I left, I mean lost my kids on the kiskadena (spell) portage. Not sure if they couldn’t make it up the hill or they got lost. Would have gone back to look but... I wasn’t climbing that wall again”. Haha!"

This made me laugh! I'm thankful to be part of this weird thread. (I'm actually thankful to be part of any thread, who knows when the end is coming?)

Dave

No, it's never been this weird... no, not at all...

nctry: "Wait til 2021, instead of fifteen lost dog threads it’ll be lost kids. “I left, I mean lost my kids on the kiskadena (spell) portage. Not sure if they couldn’t make it up the hill or they got lost. Would have gone back to look but... I wasn’t climbing that wall again”. Haha!"

I never bring my kids without a leash...

missmolly: "This thread is the weirdest thread of all time. "

Ok. But this isn't a weird post?
Quote missmolly.

She's the Head of the Secret Police, right? Okay, I resign my admiralty and take her position. I have a black leather trench coat, boots with clicky heels, round glasses, and a Fedora. I will commence hiding from the Sun to become as pale as possible. I'm talking fish belly pale.

missmolly, I do enjoy most of your posts, but some are a little out there:)

Its me, sorry.
I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore

Zwater: "missmolly, I do enjoy most of your posts, but some are a little out there:)
"

Good to read and I agree, respectively.

Weird year, for sure.

One of the aspects of this site that has remained constant is nctry's sense of humor. (aka: refresh button)

That is horrible Miss Molly. I’m really sorry you have to deal with finding and creating a new home.

Thanks, Andy.

nctry: "

KarlBAndersen1: "

GopherAdventure: "I remember being a kid of the 80’s and we thought in 2020 we’d be living like the Jetsens, with flying cars, robotic butlers and the coolest gadgets in the universe. What a letdown...

Tony"

We have flying cars. All sorts of robotic cleaners, Alexa - turn off the lights!, etc. We're not that far off."

And we have the lightest, fastest canoes! "

Especially the red ones.... ;)

So sorry to hear that missmolly.

nctry: "Wait til 2021, instead of fifteen lost dog threads it’ll be lost kids. “I left, I mean lost my kids on the kiskadena (spell) portage. Not sure if they couldn’t make it up the hill or they got lost. Would have gone back to look but... I wasn’t climbing that wall again”. Haha!"

GopherAdventure: "Lol, I’m loving the 2020 jokes. All kidding aside though, things have been a little heavy on this site as of late, but I’m guessing it’ll bounce back to normal once we turn the calendar. This is whacky, that’s for sure. I remember being a kid of the 80’s and we thought in 2020 we’d be living like the Jetsens, with flying cars, robotic butlers and the coolest gadgets in the universe. What a letdown...


Tony"

In high school, I remember singing, "Tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999" and thinking that was some long way off futuristic time period. Interestingly, I had my first child in 1999 and did not party. So, as it turns out, I was not partying like it was 1999. I was partying like it was 1986! (A very good year). : )

boonie: "So sorry to hear that missmolly."

Thanks Boonie. It was brutal.

missmolly: "

boonie: "So sorry to hear that missmolly."

Thanks Boonie. It was brutal. "

You spoke of your home like someone in love, it's a shame that you've decided to let it go.

Are you going to dive right into another property or is the plan to pull a camper around from lake to lake for a year or two?

fadersup: "

missmolly: "

boonie: "So sorry to hear that missmolly."

Thanks Boonie. It was brutal. "

You spoke of your home like someone in love, it's a shame that you've decide to let it go.

Are you going to dive right into another property or is the plan to pull a camper around from lake to lake for a year or two?"

I did love it.

missmolly: "

jwartman59: "Its me, sorry.
I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore
"

Speaking of "freaking disaster," atop everything else, I spent the last two months in a motel. No lie. I've now moved into a tiny house for six months. All my furniture is in storage.


I didn't willingly sell my beloved home for $100,000 under its value. There are people who've worked harder on their homes than I worked on that home, but not many. I dropped scores of trees and planted hundreds more. I cultivated half an acre of moss and planted hundreds of bushes and thousands of flowers. I painted interior walls 20 feet high and also did electrical, some carpentry, and a little plumbing. I lugged hundreds of rocks to build rock walls. I even painted the outside of the house this past summer.


Then a woman bought the adjoining property with plans to drop hundreds of thousands of pounds of seafood and horse manure on it, to commercially compost. I offered to buy it at a profit to her. I offered to buy it and put it into conservation. She refused these and other offers. So, rather than live beside the noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, and disease and vermin breeding. I sold and moved into a motel.


So, yeah, 2020 is a freaking disaster. "

Oh Miss Molly I'm sorry to hear this. Hopefully in your new home you can make new memories.

Hi Katie. Sorry to hear you were driven from your home. Seems your community could use some civilized zoning laws. Terrible!

missmolly: "

jwartman59: "Its me, sorry. I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore. "

Speaking of "freaking disaster," atop everything else, I spent the last two months in a motel. No lie. I've now moved into a tiny house for six months. All my furniture is in storage.

I didn't willingly sell my beloved home for $100,000 under its value. There are people who've worked harder on their homes than I worked on that home, but not many. I dropped scores of trees and planted hundreds more. I cultivated half an acre of moss and planted hundreds of bushes and thousands of flowers. I painted interior walls 20 feet high and also did electrical, some carpentry, and a little plumbing. I lugged hundreds of rocks to build rock walls. I even painted the outside of the house this past summer.

Then a woman bought the adjoining property with plans to drop hundreds of thousands of pounds of seafood and horse manure on it, to commercially compost. I offered to buy it at a profit to her. I offered to buy it and put it into conservation. She refused these and other offers. So, rather than live beside the noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, and disease and vermin breeding. I sold and moved into a motel.

So, yeah, 2020 is a freaking disaster. "

Good grief, talk about bad luck!! What an unfortunate turn of events! You certainly can't see stuff like that coming, can you? I wish you luck in finding yourself a new home.

Thanks for the compassion to all who've extended it! That helps.

A few topics from days gone by...

Coloration of excremation

Pick up lines

All in the name

Bigfoot

Limericks

mgraber: "

missmolly: "

jwartman59: "Its me, sorry. I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore. "

Speaking of "freaking disaster," atop everything else, I spent the last two months in a motel. No lie. I've now moved into a tiny house for six months. All my furniture is in storage.

I didn't willingly sell my beloved home for $100,000 under its value. There are people who've worked harder on their homes than I worked on that home, but not many. I dropped scores of trees and planted hundreds more. I cultivated half an acre of moss and planted hundreds of bushes and thousands of flowers. I painted interior walls 20 feet high and also did electrical, some carpentry, and a little plumbing. I lugged hundreds of rocks to build rock walls. I even painted the outside of the house this past summer.

Then a woman bought the adjoining property with plans to drop hundreds of thousands of pounds of seafood and horse manure on it, to commercially compost. I offered to buy it at a profit to her. I offered to buy it and put it into conservation. She refused these and other offers. So, rather than live beside the noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, and disease and vermin breeding. I sold and moved into a motel.

So, yeah, 2020 is a freaking disaster. "

Good grief, talk about bad luck!! What an unfortunate turn of events! You certainly can't see stuff like that coming, can you? I wish you luck in finding yourself a new home."

Don’t want to sound like a whining looser, but that’s how things are now a days. I mention that I am suffering from severe delusions due to drugs I take to treat my atypical Parkinsonism. Shit I will be slowly dying from over the next several years. I don’t mention the constant, almost unbearable pain. I don’t want sympathy, yet to read everyone all worried about mrs maine and her composting problems was a bit of a bummer. Thanks all

John, the loss of a home is nothing compared to the loss of health. I'm thinking good thoughts for you and hope they can find a pharmaceutical cocktail with fewer side effects.

"Don’t want to sound like a whining loser, but that’s how things are nowadays. I mention that I am suffering from severe delusions due to drugs I take to treat my atypical Parkinsonism. Shit, I will be slowly dying from over the next several years. I don’t mention the constant, almost unbearable pain. I don’t want sympathy, yet to read everyone all worried about mrs maine and her composting problems was a bit of a bummer. Thanks all"

Sorry to hear about your Parkinson's diagnosis. My Grandpa got it before I was born way back in the 1900s. He did pretty good for a long time, there are even pictures of me as a little kid playing with him and he looked great. The last 10 years of his life were not good. I assume they have come a long way in treatments since the 70-80's. My heart goes out to you and I hope you have many good memories to make in your future.

And to answer the OP yes this site has gotten as weird as life itself. Go figure. Which reminds me I need to donate again.

jwartman59: "

mgraber: "

missmolly: "

jwartman59: "Its me, sorry. I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore. "

Speaking of "freaking disaster," atop everything else, I spent the last two months in a motel. No lie. I've now moved into a tiny house for six months. All my furniture is in storage.


I didn't willingly sell my beloved home for $100,000 under its value. There are people who've worked harder on their homes than I worked on that home, but not many. I dropped scores of trees and planted hundreds more. I cultivated half an acre of moss and planted hundreds of bushes and thousands of flowers. I painted interior walls 20 feet high and also did electrical, some carpentry, and a little plumbing. I lugged hundreds of rocks to build rock walls. I even painted the outside of the house this past summer.


Then a woman bought the adjoining property with plans to drop hundreds of thousands of pounds of seafood and horse manure on it, to commercially compost. I offered to buy it at a profit to her. I offered to buy it and put it into conservation. She refused these and other offers. So, rather than live beside the noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, and disease and vermin breeding. I sold and moved into a motel.


So, yeah, 2020 is a freaking disaster. "

Good grief, talk about bad luck!! What an unfortunate turn of events! You certainly can't see stuff like that coming, can you? I wish you luck in finding yourself a new home."

Don’t want to sound like a whining looser, but that’s how things are now a days. I mention that I am suffering from severe delusions due to drugs I take to treat my atypical Parkinsonism. Shit I will be slowly dying from over the next several years. I don’t mention the constant, almost unbearable pain. I don’t want sympathy, yet to read everyone all worried about mrs maine and her composting problems was a bit of a bummer. Thanks all"

I am sure the lack of response does not reflect a lack of empathy. For me, I wasn't sure what to say publicly. I thought about messaging you privately (but then thought that would be weird). Anyway, I did think about your post and your situation quite a bit but neglected to figure out what to say.

It is a hard road you have to hoe for sure. As you said, the medications have significant side effects and it is a cruel disease. I would be frustrated and overwhelmed, too. I am truly sorry that you have to go through this. I hope you can find some small things that give you hope or a moment of happiness as you move along the path, and I hope you reach out for support from others who are going through the same.

jwartman59: "

mgraber: "

missmolly: "

jwartman59: "Its me, sorry. I’m on some ass kicking drugs for Parkinson’s. Supposed to make me sleep better. Just make me high as a kite. Now a days I guess I’m lucky. Our world is a freaking disaster. Not sure how anybody sleeps anymore. "

Speaking of "freaking disaster," atop everything else, I spent the last two months in a motel. No lie. I've now moved into a tiny house for six months. All my furniture is in storage.


I didn't willingly sell my beloved home for $100,000 under its value. There are people who've worked harder on their homes than I worked on that home, but not many. I dropped scores of trees and planted hundreds more. I cultivated half an acre of moss and planted hundreds of bushes and thousands of flowers. I painted interior walls 20 feet high and also did electrical, some carpentry, and a little plumbing. I lugged hundreds of rocks to build rock walls. I even painted the outside of the house this past summer.


Then a woman bought the adjoining property with plans to drop hundreds of thousands of pounds of seafood and horse manure on it, to commercially compost. I offered to buy it at a profit to her. I offered to buy it and put it into conservation. She refused these and other offers. So, rather than live beside the noise pollution, air pollution, water pollution, and disease and vermin breeding. I sold and moved into a motel.


So, yeah, 2020 is a freaking disaster. "

Good grief, talk about bad luck!! What an unfortunate turn of events! You certainly can't see stuff like that coming, can you? I wish you luck in finding yourself a new home."

Don’t want to sound like a whining looser, but that’s how things are now a days. I mention that I am suffering from severe delusions due to drugs I take to treat my atypical Parkinsonism. Shit I will be slowly dying from over the next several years. I don’t mention the constant, almost unbearable pain. I don’t want sympathy, yet to read everyone all worried about mrs maine and her composting problems was a bit of a bummer. Thanks all"

You have put things into proper perspective, I'd say. Man, I hope something can be done to buffer or kill your physical pain. All doped up and you can't even enjoy it. (((hug)))
Nope, not whining loser.