I’m going to try and make some bread out of buckwheat sprouts next, because I’m trying to find something bread-like that I can feed to Possum that isn’t made with industrial waste products (try to find a commercial bread loaf with no canola or soybean oil that isn’t Ezekial Bread, good luck). I might have to get a grain mill attachment for my stand mixer, but it’s not like it gets used much now anyhow.
Anyone ever made buckwheat sourdough? Tell me how.
She looks perky.
Statistically, millions of Americans are going to just barely work this week while still pretending that they aren’t just looking busy until Friday. Don’t be like them, be the outlier that actually gets a lot done this week so you can start off the new year well ahead of the game, you’ll be glad you did.
NOTE: SECRET SANTA gift opening will be Tuesday, 12-20, at 7pm EST.
Well, I was hoping to find a sculpter for this week and look what came rolling out of the intertube.
Introducing Yong Ho Ji
b. yes, Korea
Things just keep conspiring to slow me down on this thing. Should have built it last June when I had plenty of time on my hands, but of course I didn’t know yet how much I needed it in my life. I did get a chance to re-read the book yesterday, so I feel really, really ready to just build the darn thing. I just need a block of time at the right time of day (4-5 hours, preferably starting between 8am and 11am), and that’s darned hard to come by anymore. I’m running out of time, too. I don’t want to do this when the ground is laden with dry leaves. Hopefully I’ll get to it this week, even if it means building it in steps over a few evenings.
I know the season doesn’t end for another 3 weeks or so, but Labor Day always feels like the end of the season to me, even now, so many years after it meant I was headed back to school. On some level, I always feel like the good times are over and I end up scratching my head wondering where all the time went.
Not all of it went to arguing with vegan cultists in YouTube comment threads, but far too much of it, certainly. I’m terrified of a future where these deranged cultists (who perpetually insist that it’s all about science and eliminating the suffering of animals, yet they don’t know basic facts about human digestion or the evolutionary and cultural history of our species, and are always pro-abortion) get political power. I won’t go full-bore right-wing-fascist-death-squad over much, but try to take my bacon and you will pull back a stump.
If any of these women are vegan, let me know so I can delete them and pray for their souls that they might escape from their satanic religion. Since they have muscle tone and feminine shapes (SYWM), my assumption is otherwise.
What’s in this closet, ya think?
Hello office twerkers, and welcome to Big Boob Friday.
Your model for today is a 20 year old French woman, model and law student. Please stop cross-fitting and welcome, Miss Audray de Macedo!
Week 2 on the new job, and I’m still having fun. Woo!
I am pretty tired after last night’s hog vigil, though, so I’m going to keep this terse.
I got squash for days. Days. And about a hundred green tomatoes just about to go red on the vine. Phone screen this afternoon that I really, really don’t want to screw up. I don’t have any reason to think that I will, but after bombing the last interview my confidence is a little less than rock-solid. I’ll have to be sure to do some prep beforehand. Maybe listen to this a few times. Or possibly to this. And almost certainly to this and this (hey, I like that one, it ain’t about you).
And I should probably review some cybersecurity basics and architectural design patterns. Even if he doesn’t ask, the practice will help my confidence.
Is that Miami?
So, there were some neat parallels between July 4 1776 and June 23, 2016. Both times, it was a big group of Englishmen (primarily) who wanted out from under the thumb of a distant, oppressive, unaccountable government. Both times, the last straw might have been tea. Look, I’m going to warn the rest of you earthlings for the last time: do NOT get between a Briton and his beverage of choice. We burn continents, destroy empires, and generally make a big mess of things over this stuff. Yoo-rope should be thankful that they just walked out this time. You fools ought to be hiding under the table and counting quietly to 100 hoping they won’t come back and torch the place.
Anyhow, I’d like to think that we good folk descended in part from the best and brightest the Iles had to offer the world a few centuries back might have had something to do with it. Showed ’em how, as it were. Now, we should probably talk about orthodontia and rhoticity at some point, but it can wait until after you’ve got a decent Prime Minister, and possibly until after we’ve shed the Muslim Brotherhood plant from our white house. In the meantime, I wish you folks the best of luck making Britain great again, and I hope you’ll take a little bit of joy watching us celebrate what we won for ourselves so long ago, and perhaps feel just a bit more kinship than in years past.
Also, stay tuned for #TEXIT, #AKEXIT, and possibly #QUEBEXIT.
I thought about trying to find patriotic fit girls, but that seemed like work and I’m on vacation. Also I looked and there aren’t a ton of images just waiting to be poached.
So, a dancer first.
So the new pony beat up our horse to the point we were worried about her being lamed by it. Bloody chest, bleeding leg wound, just awful. We’ve got them separated now, and he’s headed back to the horse rescue sometime this week. Our donation will be staying there too, unfortunately. Horses are dumb pets. If you haven’t heard me say that enough times to put you off getting some of your own, I can’t help you. Get a guinea pig or a rabbit or something if you have to have an edible pet (or a dog if you’re related to the SCOAMF), but not a horse, unless you’re Amish and intend use them for work. At least our old horse isn’t awful, but they can’t live alone, so we’ll have to try again. Yay.