Reminds me of a bar prank from years ago. Light a cigarette, snuff it out in a puddle of candle wax, then put it back in the pack for later. When the time is right, pull out the wax-butt, fire it up, and pretend that you don’t know that it’s flaming like a tiki torch. Wave it around while telling a pointless story, but don’t set your hair on fire (or anything else for that matter).
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And no, that’s not me with the magical jazzy ponytail in the test pattern image. I look nothing like that pudgeboy. No idea where it came from either [insert trollface here].
That image is from Page 25 of The Best Cookbook Ever, aka “The Campus Survival Cookbook” by Jacqueline Wood & Joelyn Scott Gilchrist (William Morrow & Company, 1973). While not condescending in the least, it assumes you know little about cooking, own few cooking utensils, don’t know how to shop for groceries or what staples you need. It also assumes that you’re on a tight budget and even provides shopping lists. It’s out of print, but there are used copies out there, and no, you can’t have mine.
[Beware of the freebee .pdf’s – MalwareBytes threw a hissy when I tried to download a copy.]
Ancient Islamic depictions of Mohammed. Don’t worry. You won’t be beheaded for looking at history, at least in the one remaining country with Freedom of Speech. Here’s the full archive. Download them all before The Powers That Be decide that they are hate speech, and God Forbid it ever comes to that. [BTW, Zombie is brilliant.]
I saw an insect yesterday I’d never seen before. It was about 2-inches long, the size of a large grasshopper. It had pumpkin-colored wings that laid flat on its back, and a shiny black body with a sky-blue band on the top of its abdomen. It crawled into a patch of dead rye grass that we’re growing on the side of the garage, so I pulled the grass out to get a better look and disturbed it. It flew off, with orange dragonfly wings and black dangling legs, obviously a wasp. It was a Tarantula Hawk, and I’ll never mess with one again. Here’s one description of what it’s like to be stung.
Beware of The Doghouse. Been there. I overlooked the first Valentine’s Day post-marriage as I considered it to be a dating holiday. I ate damp corrugated cardboard for months [via].
The Greg Johnson Set is a band from New Zealand, sounds like a traditional Irish band, performs “People Can’t Talk In This Town” from 1992. Somehow the concept of Freedom of Speech is being quietly vanquished [via].
Lets lighten it up a tad. How ’bout some great rippin’ by Jimmie Vaughan with The Fabulous Thunderbirds?
Have a great weekend. Be back here tomorrow for more powerful stuff.