New acquaintance: “Why the Hell are you staring at me like that…? What’s wrong with you?”

In the pre-digital age when most of this was pencil markings, it was not uncommon to see someone had drawn the teeth in.

Was just having a conversation about the phrase “selling out”. Seems you don’t hear it used much anymore. I reckon that’s because the concept is seen as more of a life skill now than some despicable practice. But I feel sure it would be argued I’m just jealous of those sweet living wages.

If you haven’t already you may wish to read The Humanure Handbook by Joe Jenkins. It outlines a practical diy composting toilet system that is low-odor and sanitary when maintained properly.

I never got one as a gift I really wanted to use. Care nothing for style, but look for practicality for me. After much trial and error have found a trifold made of sailcloth to be most lasting and useful for my sloppy wallet needs.

In Appalachia, it was unlikely to not know someone on a vent or dead from Covid, yet…

Synth voice: “Be careful…Rainbow zone…”

I’ll see her standing by the monorail

She’ll look the same except for bionic eyes

She lost the real ones in the robot wars

I’ll say I’m sorry, she’ll say it’s not your fault

Or is it?

And she eyes me suspiciously

Hearing the whir of the servos inside

Go blank at the podium? Why not just randomly quote The Who?

Kefir is also an option. It incubates at room temperature. Just need a scoby, container and milk.

This. I’ve watched too many people I care about suffer horribly and die prematurely from largely preventable illnesses. My own health went to hell from some genetic predispositions until I worked out I could absolutely not tolerate a standard American diet. Obviously some people can get away with it more than others for longer. But that’s not me. Found I wanted more life and a better quality of life. Fortunately I had the resources to change my diet and lifestyle. I realize that is a luxury not available to everyone.

Torme is the Velvet Fog even!

Watered my little tree farm that had been neglected while I was in the hospital. Will be time to bring lots in for winter soon.

My reaction on seeing this was to wonder about the Wendy’s Nasty Patty ™.

“For the love of God, Montresor!”

Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o’clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.

Seriously. I spent 2 days in the hospital last week with bilateral pulmonary embolisms after having COVID the middle of last month. I was NOT otherwise at risk for clots. A terrible surprise that I’ll no doubt be recovering from for some time. I’m on a blood thinner for 6 months.

Robert Loggia and David Lynch have something to say about this:

https://youtu.be/nDilD3wAxt8?feature=shared

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TjDEsGZLbio

Yeah. Feel this is a slippery slope. First it’s supposedly luxury extras like heated seats and remote starts. Next something more critical when folks are habituated to the practice? Enpoopification all around.