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.
So I watched the heck out of this movie on HBO when I was a kid. It’s on Netflix now:
If you’ve got 90 minutes, it’s a great nostalgia piece. Sheen does his “sober guy” character for a change. And there’re a lot of Pontiacs going fast. And Turbo!
Hillary Clinton will never be president. I can’t think of anything I could compose that might surpass that as a motivating and inspirational statement.
Also I’m running late and might be sick, so it’s all I got right now.
I miss warm beaches.
In case any Monday-only lurkers missed this:
Anyhow, I’ll probably need to hit the weeds a few more times. Be sure to check out the rest of the videos on that channel if you want to see some cool coloring stuff. The channel owner has her own coloring book coming out soon that looks pretty fun if you’re into that sort of thing.
This isn’t her.
I got the CO2 sub-unit, the pressure-washer gun upgrades, and the initial hole in the tank done. Hole needs to be widened and threaded, and the torch barrel needs to be carefully removed, heated, bent, and reattached. Hoping to get the hole sorted out later today after I have a bigger, more powerful drill. I’ll have to meticulously clean the tank of aluminum dust and shavings at that point, so I won’t be rushing.
Desert sex cultist.
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.
Not of MMM, mind you, but of my time in this weird job. There are some parts of it I’m definitely going to miss (like my coworkers, and being able to kinda sorta talk about my job and having people be interested in it), and some parts I really won’t miss (like commuting past the airport, not having my kitchen right there for lunches, not having my gym nearby). Friday (or possibly earlier, depends on when we determine that I’ve sufficiently brain-dumped to coworkers and management) will be my last day in the industry. I am definitely going to miss the people. They are generally great to work with even if we couldn’t talk about much else, and to a person they really want to solve the problem. It’s been really nice to be part of a team that is focused, competent, and positive. If things don’t work out with the new gig, they have said they’d have me back. I don’t know that I’ll take them up on that, but I wouldn’t feel awful doing so. Even if it’s “just a a job”, it really isn’t a bad one, I just think I’ve found a better one for me.
Okay, time for some abs.
Here you go, horoscopes:
Nine days from now I will have worked here for a year. Neat. Overall, I’ve gotten sort of used to the idea, and I’ve made my peace with it. The rejection from the old office stung, a lot, but even I admit that I bombed the interview. I’m sure it will work out for the best, and there are things I wasn’t looking forward to even if I had gotten an offer. I was even considering turning it down if it came, particularly if the money wasn’t a big step up. There is still an outside chance of me going to work for my friend the wizard doing cyber-security stuff, but I have to live and work every day as though that’s never happening, otherwise I might not put in an honest day’s work or plan properly for the future that it’s entirely likely I’ll be part of.
Redhead. Possibly real, but who cares?
Just…don’t ask. Just spray some Febreze around and think about flowers.
Emergency Saturday Night poat. Dog and cat gifs. This is what is on offer at this late moment. Love them or lump them.
Next meatup: Mare meets Pupster.
Secret footage of Cyn’s part-time job.
Life is hard when you’re an H2 Dude.
L to R: IB, H2
Hey hey hey now. Don’t get that way.
Sometimes love is hard work.
But we can reconcile.
I’m ready to try.
If you see this horse, hide your fillies:
Why hide them, you ask? This is why: