For those of you who have not noticed, the world is a strange place, and many of the true tales are weirder than any movie. So, since I'm a geek, and a slight history buff, I'm pleased to introduce the first episode of Candy from strangers. Wierd little bits and pieces I've picked up here and there that are cool enough to read in a short blip, but boring and annoying in a real life story. And most importantly, since I read a lot, visit museums, etc, but don't have the patience to chronicle ea...
1. They refer to Noah as that asshole commuter with the really big gopherwood SUV. 2. You can't tell the street people from the business people. 3. A storm destroys a building with five businesses, and every one of them is a coffeehouse. 4. You get off early at three...and get stuck in heavy rush hour traffic. 5. If you put a big rock on top of it, it's art. Trust me on this one. Large cubes of blue glass also work. 6. You can be poor making fifteen dollars an hour. 7...
Since my blog has been dying the death of a thousand days of not writing shit, I thought I'd touch base and let ya'll know what the latest project is. Oh yeah, and it's from Macbeth dammit. Jeez, nobody reads the frickin' classics anymore. Sigh...... So, it's not metal. Yet. (although I finally got a stick welder!!!!!) The latest deal is an illusion scarf. What's an illusion scarf? The idea is you've got what appears to be a normal scarf until you lift it at a slight angle, and WOW, SHIT...
Just feeling good about playing with my metal casting furnace. After two false starts, (one cracked casting, and one crucible failure) I finally managed to cast a replacement key for a set of large cabinets. It's all roughed out on the grinding wheel, just have to finish it in the morning. Now I'm thinking about digging out my needles and working on a hat for one of the kids living with us. Maybe Fair Isle knit. Sweet. Now my usual warning, melting or working with metal is extremely danger...
And that's all I'm allowed to say about that. Dammit. S'true though.
J & B, for only the finest in rare distilled hangovers. (blended hangover, not single malt) Ouchie. Drank way too much last night. (see previous night's article). What's your favorite hangover cure? I'm trying ibuprofen, lots of water, and a hot bath. Hair of the dog is out right now, it'd probably cause major hurlage, plus I finished the bottle anyways. w00t. Yours in mild agony, nbs
So, I'm blasted on about seven or eight shots of J & B rare (it doesn't take much, i'm a teetotaler, also, how often do you get to use an ampersand?), and I'm blogging. Good idea, right? And in other news, my new furnace works so-so. Orange hot very quickly (bout 15,1600 degrees, but not yellow dammit. Bout 1900, see article from aug 31, 05 or 06), poured some lead, failed to melt copper, and forged a kick-ass chisel out of grounding rod with a sweet copper sheath, and similarly mixed cop...
Why is this in humor? I don't know. Which humor is it? Don't know that either, maybe bile? Did not accomplish much today. Joy and I have been having trouble, so today was kind of a take it easy day. The fourth went well, set off beaucioup amounts of pretty pretty type fireworks. (would you believe bang bang types are illegal in Washington?) Other coolness is going on, got some yarn, although haven't started to knit anything yet, and a distortion pedal for my electric guitar, but coole...
Finally starting back up on the running today. Saw a lot of cool stuff (you always do, and it's the frickin' 4th). Hundred year old houses, cat on the peak of a third story roof, etc. And then? About two hundred yards up the street this little wren or some such is being chased by a crow. w00t. While the drama unfolds, I'm running along, when a dozen other wrens come swooping down and drive off the crow. Cool beans, getting all nature channel up in here, and such. Exce...
Back to Iraq, see ya'll next year.
That's right boys and girls, today's episode of name your favorite empire focuses exclusively on the country of Iraq! Me, I favor ancient Ctesiphon.......mmmm Ctesiphon, where the women are strong, the men are good looking, and the children are left alone if they run faster than the goats. What's your favorite? There's so many to pick from. What now makes up Iraq has been part of/conquered by CTESIPHON , (of course), Sumeria, Akkadia, the Medes (or one group of the Persians), the Chaldean...
I. Got. My. First. ELECTRIC GUITAR!!!!!! YAYA!!! That's it. It's frickin' late. Except, I'm thinking of starting a fund to send Col Gene hobby stuff, maybe buy him a guitar. I don't usually write articles to flame bloggers specifically, but damn, this johnny one-note stuff is just killing me and I'm grumpy the last week or so. I dunno, maybe a Save the Gene fund is a bad idea? If we can't save enough for hobby stuff ( a different hobby anyways) maybe we can save enough for some therapy and...
Clearly I haven't written anything in the last few days, and well, let's face it, nobody ever knows wtf to say about my limerick movie reviews, even on the rare occasion that they aren't complete doggerel. I've been, let's say, down with the sickness ( you mothers get up, come on get down with the sickness .....in his best richard cheese inside his head imitation). Diarrhea, fever, we had it all, now available at low low discount prices. Well as of this morning, I'm alive and well again. ...
More evil than Christopher Lee, From these vampires your pants fill with pee, It's Darker and Starker than books by Clive Barker, no Bruce Campbell, but produced by Rai-mi. The lines were all stark and quite keen, And the characters suitably mean, But they still fell down dead, When you chopped off their heads, Like a Baldwin or perhaps Charlie Sheen. ********************************************** Sweet clean ride Fender, Don't have eight hundred dollars, Crap crap crap crap...