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Heads Up.. Full Wolf Moon

I was sure this was going to be another thread about our mascot logo.
 
the moon - 'lunar'- lunacy, gravitational effect.
gamestop?
the 'wolves' here at my home (new england coyotes now aboot 24% wolf dna), were hollerin, big time, last night, starting around 11pm. sometimes we record particularly good concerts. they too, act a bit loopy (out of routine) at lunacy time, but we've got them pretty well trained, so they know their place.
they, and many other seemingly disappeared critters, started to get their mojo back in the mid 90s.
pretty cool how they poop at the intersection of two or more woods roads, over and over again. heck, many times, they even make a point of pooping directly on top of an interlopers deposit.
good aim.
 
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November full moon is also know as the Beaver Moon. I felt was important for all of you to know that.

#moonnamesitisbestnottogoogle

Taint that the truth.
 

Love it when mother nature frames the hole and the shot you need to hit for you. Back center pin, green sloping slightly left to right. Play a shot over the left edge of the front left bunker and let roll towards the back. If you miss it a bit left, you're playing pitch and putt for your par.

Or, know your physics and ricochet one off the rocks left or right and on to the green just to impress your group.
 
BTW.. Talking venue locations now. If you haven't done so already. Need to put on your bucket list a summer concert at Red Rocks Morrison, Colo. for one of your favorite bands.
First Red Rocks show:

1984.
 
Just to add to the challenge a little bit. Happened to me more than once while playing in Colo. If you're not in the short grass and are looking for your ball off of the fairway.. Not out of the question that you could see/can see.. Elk/Mountain Lion/Rattle snakes.

Can definitely affect the rhythm of your swing while "recovering" when you know you're being watched.
 
Just to add to the challenge a little bit. Happened to me more than once while playing in Colo. If you're not in the short grass and are looking for your ball off of the fairway.. Not out of the question that you could see/can see.. Elk/Mountain Lion/Rattle snakes.

Can definitely affect the rhythm of your swing while "recovering" when you know you're being watched.
Just to be clear, do you deny that you are the artist formerly known as Grey Goose? I was under the impression that you deny it, but it seems you have given up hiding it, as evidenced by your return to sentence fragments separated by two periods.

If you're trying to fool us, try harder.

Please excuse my crankiness.
 
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Just to be clear, do you deny that you are the artist formerly known as Grey Goose? I was under the impression that you deny it, but it seems you have given up hiding it, as evidenced by your return to sentence fragments separated by two periods.

If you're trying to fool us, try harder.

Please excuse my crankiness.
There is no mystery. Click on his handle.
 
There is no mystery. Click on his handle.
The plot thickens....

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November full moon is also know as the Beaver Moon. I felt was important for all of you to know that.

#moonnamesitisbestnottogoogle
back at that time, 90s, early 00s, when the fauna resurged, the beavers started their bottom lands redesign program. now, i was gettin cranky, 'who put this pond here?' i contact the state, and ask them 'can we blast em outta here?' not the dams, cuz that's easy work for an excavator, but them. they were like 'we prefer trapping them, call this guy.' nice fellow, hvac was his day job. he comes round, i tell him that im no beaver expert -'how big can they get around here?' he says aboot 25-35 lbs. i then ask 'what's the biggest that u ever caught in Connecticut?' around 50 lbs, he sez.
weeks later, there's his b-card stuck in my door with a note on the back 'big beavers, call me.'
ring, ring! 'what up?' he says 'member when u asked aboot size? so far, i got a couple 25's, 2 55's, and one 65 pounder!' i tell him to save those big tails. show and tell, and all that.
Exit 8 on Route 9 is labeled 'Beaver Meadow Road.' now we know why.
one more 'tail.' lol. last winter, i notice an almost perfectly 'machined' white oak timber, around 8'' x 14,' perfectly placed across a stream bed. today, i know way more aboot bucky beaver, and allow their construction stuff at some locales, but im kinda stunned -'white oaks aren't too common in or reasonably near this particular locale, as they really hate wet feet. where'd this one come from?' i hike around the area, and find that aboot a couple of football fields away, and at least a 100 or so feet away from any watercourse, there's the solitary white oak chewed stump.
how the heck did bucky get that from here to there? dang. a perfect construction timber.

red rocks was Widespread Panics home court, or so it seemed.
 
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Just to be clear, do you deny that you are the artist formerly known as Grey Goose? I was under the impression that you deny it, but it seems you have given up hiding it, as evidenced by your return to sentence fragments separated by two periods.

If you're trying to fool us, try harder.

Please excuse my crankiness.
If you think I have given one second of thought to trying to fool anyone. You are wrong.

Just got tired of the same boring and lame drum beat of slamming GG. So I took a BY vacation with a new identity to chill and simply enjoy relevant BY posters/content rather than defending an indefensible and erroneous accusation.

It was starting to feel like a Seinfeld episode about nothing .And you're Cosmo Kramer bolting into the BY(make believe world) again with another conversation/accusation about nothing. There is no doubt in my mind that 99% of the BY finds this narrative as boring as I.

So .I am not trying to hide my identity. Just wanted a fresh start. Forensic IT specialists like you should have figured this out days ago.I have not tried to disappear into the Dark Web as another person. It's all right in front of you.

One last comment. It's pretty clear Hans has had a major impact on you. You're throwing those commas around like there's no tomorrow.
 
Once worked at a prominent psychiatric medical facility that I will not name out of respect for HIPAA protocol. This facility consisted of a large population of residential patients and staffing was always increased leading up to and shortly after a full moon .
C_nf_rm_d.

Just as many cities now have "shaping points" where Central American day laborers gather to seek work from from various home and yard contractors, back before the substantial contraction in residential mental health facilities on Long Island in the 1980's, first-generation, Chrysler-made mini-vans used to make a daily harvest of displaced Central European psychiatrists from several spots on Manhattan's Upper West Side, and deposit them at Kings Park, Edgewood, Central Island, and Pilgrim during the days before and after the full moon.

They were quite a collection with their tweed jackets, pipes, dark glasses, and trademark Freudian beards.

Commas?
Sure, they save lives:

"Let's eat, Grandma."
 
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C_nf_rm_d.

Just as many cities now have "shaping points" where Central American day laborers gather to seek work from from various home and yard contractors, back before the substantial contraction in residential mental health facilities on Long Island in the 1980's, first-generation, Chrysler-made mini-vans used to make a daily harvest of displaced Central European psychiatrists from several spots on Manhattan's Upper West Side, and deposit them at Kings Park, Edgewood, Central Island, and Pilgrim during the days before and after the full moon.

They were quite a collection with their tweed jackets, pipes, dark glasses, and trademark Freudian beards.

Commas?
Sure, they save lives:

"Let's eat, Grandma."
If you don't have this, you should:

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C_nf_rm_d.

Just as many cities now have "shaping points" where Central American day laborers gather to seek work from from various home and yard contractors, back before the substantial contraction in residential mental health facilities on Long Island in the 1980's, first-generation, Chrysler-made mini-vans used to make a daily harvest of displaced Central European psychiatrists from several spots on Manhattan's Upper West Side, and deposit them at Kings Park, Edgewood, Central Island, and Pilgrim during the days before and after the full moon.

They were quite a collection with their tweed jackets, pipes, dark glasses, and trademark Freudian beards.

Commas?
Sure, they save lives:

"Let's eat, Grandma."
Was not aware of the "shaping points". Interesting. Will not bore the BY with my background early in my professional career other than to say my interests were more influenced by a Clinical Psych path than a Freudian path.

Appreciate the well-placed comma next to "eat" in your final comment. Just kidding. Talk about saving lives. There's a perfect example.

Guessing that was the punch line, right?

Holy Ellipsis. Hans is George Costanza.
 
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