MMM 371

Power outage yesterday helped us learn that the breaker in the house labeled “barn” might not be connected to, well, anything.  The barn appears to be wired to a breaker labeled “OUT” in the breaker box in the other basement.  Neat!

Big balls around this place.

MMM 370: Spring returns

It’s back in the 60s here and still raining.

She looks ready for some new fighting game I won’t play.

MMM 369: I’m sick

I need to detox or catch up on sleep or something.  Been sick off and on for a couple of weeks and haven’t been to the gym in going on 2 months, just haven’t felt up to it.

So clearly, these aren’t working.

Pretty smile.

MMM 366:New record!

Got every bit of mowable lawn mowed in 2:50 yesterday.

Wrist tat ruins this.

Shock the Monkey

 

Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

MMM 362: New content

I tried very carefully adding to the binders last week for the first time in a long while, and I was able to do so without incident.

Violet leggings.

MMM 360: no fungal ideas today

Not sure if photoshopped or Latin American

MMM 358: good heavens, how many of these do I still have?

The binders still aren’t empty, sadly.

MMM 357: scraping the bottom of the binders

Turns out there were a few images left, and Roamy said she kind of missed these, so here’s an old-school MMM poat for a change of pace.