MMM 298: DST OVER!

And thank heaven for that.  I was beginning to feel really lazy waking up an hour before sunrise and still having it be after 7am.  I’ve been doing some pig-farming math.  I’m pretty sure I can – at a minimum – get paid to raise my own pork.  The question is, how much?  Net profit (i.e. after feed costs, not accounting for infrastructure), per pig, after 7 months, is about $350 but most estimates.  If I raise 10 per year, keep 1 for my family, and sell 9, that’s $3150/yr profit, plus a lotta ham, bacon, sausage, and ribs.  If managing the pigs takes 20 minutes, every day, for 7 months (30.5 days), that’s 4270 minutes, or 71 hours and change.  This gives an hourly rate of $44.36.  Not bad.  Infrastructure is key, though, as that reduces time invested, and anything I can do to bring down feed costs will improve the economics of the net profit.  It looks like I might have a better chance with pears at my new farm than apples, which is fine by me, since the plan was always just to have cheap animal feed.  Couple that with eggs that can be almost free with pastured hens and an acre or two of three-sisters garden, bees for honey and pollination, and we might have a pretty viable side hustle that also feeds the family.  Well.

Okay, enough about my retirement plans, on to pictures.  Monochrome squats.

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MMM 296: Picking up sticks

As we prepare for winter here, I’m trying to prune back and tidy up as much of the landscape as I can.  I’ve still got those two big pine trunks (dead and fallen 3 years ago now) laying in a nearly-dry pond.  My hope is to surround them with enough fuel to burn them down almost completely in place, because they’re too heavy to move without cutting them down to logs or chaining them to my truck.  They are a little over a foot in diameter at the base, and I can’t get them positioned well for bucking with the chainsaw, so I’ve had to resort to using my axe.  Excellent workout, but tough on the hands.  And before someone says “gloves”, that’s a great way to lose your grip on an axe, at least if you’re me and almost no glove fits as the word would imply.  Anyhow, now it’s supposed to rain most of the week, so it may not even be dry enough again to light up until November.  Yay.

Use a spotter.

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POS Post – Code Name: Snake Juice

Ahrite you lazy bitches/bitchettes –

get up!

When you hear “Snake Juice” what comes (heh) to mind … ?

No – N0 – NOO!

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BBF

Hello lazy dogs, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.

 

 

Your model is from Austria, she stands 5’7″ and measures 38E-26-37 and 118lbs.  Please Grüße das Vaterland and welcome,  Miss Lillith von Titz!

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MMM 271: Zero Effort Edition

It’s late.  Baby was up late, and I have zero effs to give this morning.  Hopefully completing this gets me some effs so I can get all the way to effort.

Abs.

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Hostage Oscar Party (Now With 100% Fewer Slow-loading GIFs!)

Well, the Academy Awards are here again. Yay. If you think you’re sick of hearing about them, try living in Southern California. It’s all they talk about on the news for the next goddamn week.

Most of us aren’t big fans of Hollywood (or as one guy I heard one time called it, HollyWEIRD–delightful!) but maybe you saw a couple of the movies that are nominated this year. Are you rooting for La La Land? Hidden Fences? Something else?

Ah, who am I kidding? We’re all boycotting the Oscars. Not for the politics (okay, maybe a little bit because of the politics) but because the most deserving film of the year wasn’t nominated:

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I’m just hoping John Wick 2: The Wick and The Dead gets nominated next year. Probably not, though.

MMM 254: The last week of 2016

… begins today.  Here’s a fun thing that I did a few months ago, back when there was still a chance that Hillary Clinton would complete 0bama’s work to destroy the USA.

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MMM 245:Up early with a sledgehammer

 

I’m actually writing this on Monday morning for a change, got up at 5am, planning to head out to the barn in the cold and 1) check for trapped varmints and dos) do some “mace training” exercises with my new sledgehammers.  WTF is that?

Also, this is stuck in my head:

You’re welcome.

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