When I was a kid, my grandparents owned a little plot of land in Willis, TX. My dad and I would go camp out occasionally. At night night we'd hear what sounded like someone being murdered. It's ok, it's just the owls. Thanks dad.
I don't really remember. I probably just got bored but I just checked and it just got renewed for another season so it must be us and not them.
In the time I've been doing RaceNotes my redneck has definitely improved, but I still can't understand a damn thing on the official's channel.
I know, right? If that guy would just spit the tobacco out it would be a lot better. Are they just trickling in for you? The .07 ones aren't coming consistently still.
Yep, still haven't seen any big bunches yet. The race is almost over, usually I'd have a full queue by now and there's be a couple thousand in the batch. I shouldn't complain too much, though. Wasn't sure after last week if were ever going to see them again.
Good point. I'm glad they're back too. I just wondered if it was me because the thread is so quiet and it made me nervous thinking that everyone is busy working. I thought maybe my TM wasn't working properly or something. EDIT: Maybe it's one of those secret hidden batches and everyone else got the qual but us.
Ha ha. With my luck on quals I wouldn't be surprised. It's probably just that it's an evening race on a Saturday. People with lives have better things to do on Saturday night (and others may have missed that the race was on Saturday instead of Sunday).
Squirrels swear. They're the cussiest varmints around. Just try to walk under a squirrel's tree. All brouha lets loose. Chittering and churking to beat the band. They'll throw stuff, too. Like monkeys. And if a cat strolls under the squirrel's private tree, it's bedlam. You can just hear that squirrel remarking about the cat's maternal parentage. And of course the cat gets its back up and blatantly ignores the tree rat, which only adds to the festivities. I had a cat that would sidle up under the squirrel tree and lie down for a nap. Well, it was a madhouse of squirrel swearing. Would go on for hours. Like a local council meeting.