MMM 287: All I can see is the moon

Well, that’ll be true for some folks.  Up here in the awful, frozen north, the sun will do it’s usual tumble across the southern sky and briefly warm the day, and we’ll be none the wiser about the lunar transit.

So let’s look at butts.

MMM 286: No new land yet

Seller on the current land declined to counter, so we raised the offer and are waiting to see if we hear anything back.  My guess is that they aren’t terribly motivated, so we might have to keep looking.

Not gym attire.

HHD – Monkey Style

So – it’s an honor to be allowed to fill in for teh Rocket Chick; i’ll try not to fail to launch this bitch in an appropriate manner (one that your mom would like).

I went the extra mile and commissioned a song to be written specifically for this poat – leon’s pricing was a bit high but he promised that he wouldn’t eat too many ‘shrooms whilst composing this amazing journey of musical  majesty –

What do you think?

Enjoy:

 

now onward to the hunky humps that the hostagettes and jewstin have been waiting for:

Totally Trannie Tuesday – placeholder poat

Another edition of Who Can Stomp This POS Poat Fastest® begins now

Now for the tranny content you’ve all been waiting for –

MMM 285: The Agenda is Everywhere

And historical ignorance abounds.  I tried to watch the Netflix Castlevania cartoon over the weekend and made it less than 4 minutes before thumbing it down.  Well-drawn, but utter garbage for writing.  For those who never played the games, Castlevania was about various members of the Belmont family fighting Dracula and his offshoots and allies at various points in late Medieval and early Renaissance history.  Men (white men!), faithful to God (going to church for restoration and items like holy water occurs in the early games), fighting a satanic, evil immortal being.

First scene of this shit is – in 1455 AD, we’re told – a Strong Independent Woman^tm marching past acres of impaled human bodies to Dracula’s castle.  She bravely enters and proceeds to… scold Dracula about being such a naughty person, then ask him to teach her his super-science so she can become a doctor.  A real doctor, not some cunning woman with poultices and boiling nettles.  Dracula (who is basically Disney’s Beast in terms of visible menace) tells her that he likes her spirit and then agrees to do as she asks.  The next scene is 1475 AD, where Lisa (aforementioned aspiring doctor) is being burned at the stake for witchcraft by a group of evil-looking priests, one of whom is a bishop.  The discussion they have while she burns explicitly conflates science and witchcraft, and the bishop gives one of the priests who says he’s been studying a bit of chemistry (“just a study, to better understand our enemies”) a sidelong glance of the “you might be next at the stake” sort.  I bailed.  WTF?  The only thing they got right was that everyone at least appeared to be European, and hey, nice shout-out with the “AD”.  Let’s completely ignore that the university system (invented by the Church for the advancement of Man) has existed for almost 500 years already, and the University of Paris was founded in 1045 AD with Medicine as one of it’s 4 foundational fields of inquiry.  I just want to punch a lot of retards in the face.  Must be Monday.

Her outfit is falling apart, someone help!

MMM 284: Buying the Farm (again)

I’m hoping that the next move is the last one.  It’s definitely enough land to live off of, even with the (essentially) worthless horses.  The question is how fast I can get to the point of food independence, should I have the wherewithal to do so.  Going to be a lot of work getting it into shape for that, so I have to hope my body won’t give out on me before the systems are built up, and that I can make steady progress toward it as the years pass.

America.

MMM 283: time to flee?

Not yet.  It’s just land.  We could buy a camper tomorrow and head over, and while that has a certain appeal, it ain’t happening.  We’re looking at house plans now and should start looking for a hay farmer this week.  Paperwork for my HELOC extension (i.e. my new land loan) goes in today.  If the stress doesn’t kill me, this should be fun.

I wonder if fitness photography is a good lifestyle, or if Andrew is bored to tears of looking at booties.

MMM 282: New fence, new farm?

Going to go look at the acreage on Tuesday.  Gotta call fence guy today and schedule that install, which will set us back a bit on the cash on hand.  I’m in a weird place with whether I want to leave or not.  All the talk over the fence actually has relations pretty amiable with the neighbors, and we’re yet to find a place where the land and house are an actual step up for us.  About the only way it seems we can make that happen is to buy land and build, but that makes this a multi-year process, and there may be some lean times in the middle when we’ve got 3 mortgage payments.  Adventure, yay!

Tiring exercise.

MMM 281: Am I moving?

None of you care, but I need some content so I’m going to write a little.  In any given moment, I can easily talk myself into it or out of it.  The biggest consideration is work.  There aren’t as many backup plans if I move over there, I’m basically all in on my current job or some sort of gig work of the same nature for as long as I can maintain it.  Next is community.  I have a network here thanks to my parish and former colleagues, people I can ask for help or advice, trade favors with, etc.  OTOH, most of my nuclear and extended family is over there.  I’m also eager to get away from my neighbors and not share a driveway or pond with another household.  Plus, we’re out of room in this house.  Me working from home puts us down one bedroom.  One more lucky pregnancy and we’d have to move anyhow.  I’ll miss a lot about this place if we go.

Okay, on to what you’re expecting.

There are things to like about crossfit.  Okay, one thing.

Sunday Poat

Leon linked to Alton Brown’s announcement, so I thought I’d link to this. I’m just gonna sit here and geek out for a minute. Maybe after that I’ll hit the gym.  I could try crossfit.

Meanwhile, I want to try this girl’s lemon curd. Here’s a better video of her saying something that doesn’t strike me as important.  She also has an Instagram account, because of course she does.  In it, she posts mostly tasteful, artistic landscapes as well as occasional pictures of her muffins.

Archer cocktails.

Some music for your weekend.