Die Hipster, Die. It’s German, innit? Yeah, Sideshow Bob was funnier.
Och, aye, Fayette Nam.
Hunter AAF, it’s far nicer to drive by than visit.
dca, Southbound. People are a dim and unattractive lot. Sour-faced for the most part; they look as if they need a workout regimen and some decent sex. Polo shirts look like shit, off-the-rack suits are worse. Business casual is a fucking travesty. Running shoes do not complete any outfit that one doesn’t run in. Witty t-shirts are grotesque at best, it is not necessary to share your...
I don’t think I could like Tractor Supply Co more unless it had boobs and a vjj.
“Despite their isolated lives, before long the rumor spread among the monsters that a certain gentleman offered fabulous sums for their services.” Donoso. Freakish and fine.
Highschool of the Dead. “This is Armageddon, man up.”
I am a dork, when recipe concepts occur to me, I note them in my phone. My next group dinner will include: Mustard greens, grilled peaches, fig bacon brie mac n cheese, lamb shanks in pear-bourbon gastrique. Negronis seem like a starter, but there are fun drinks to imbibe. Campari and bitter orange. Absynthe and fresh pear juice, cachaca and ginger and lime
Whiskey for Pain - TIME
I have to say, the surest way to be certain I will never buy motorcycle parts from you is to tell me you don’t know parts by engine type and year, but by H-D model number. Fuck your FL-whatever the fuck that monstrous chrome-covered shitwagon is.
6.5 miles barefoot on asphalt. I’ve got to say, if this civilization collapses, I will be doing my predation with a good set of boots on.
The Alchemist Pub And Brewery ¦ Cannery. Mmmmm.
For today, Ron Obvious plans to be the first man to jump the English Channel.
Trollhunter. It’s the heat.
I’ve missed all the bow safety classes this year, damn. I’ll bow hunt next year.
I found my new bathtub. Rubbermaid makes a 100 gallon livestock watering trough/tub. Oh hell yes.
Pounding fenceposts instead of hitting the gym is lazy. Donoso’s The Obscene Bird of Night is lovely.
I’ve been clean-shaven for 36 hours, and I am heartily sick of it. Growing the chops back post-haste. Thankfully I am a hirsute bastard.
Robogeisha. Damned funny.
It is strange how difficult it is to work against wetwiring, in particular the sex drive. I do not find many women attractive, but it is remarkable how when I do, physical attraction makes me forget that, of that small group, a tiny percentage are also intelligent and not entirely shallow. Drat.
I could surely use a pitcher of Negronis.
Kull The Conqueror, disappointing. Kevin Sorbo isn’t much of an actor, and has under-developed arms. The script and plot are dreadful at the 10 minute mark.
This eve’s gloaming is a wondrous thing.
A day spent checking function on the three not-new coils is less than I had hoped for. Nearly time for a barefoot stroll. Not many of them left this season.
Guillermo Del Toro’s ‘At the Mountains of Madness’ Is Dead. Noooooo! Damn mainstream audiences straight to Náströnd.
10 Words You Need to Stop Misspelling - The Oatmeal. Tip of the hat to the Motolady.
Kettlebell work, then cleans & presses and some abdominal work. Followed by a candlelit shower and scrubbing with a medium bristle brush and ginger castile soap. I take my self-pampering pretty seriously.
She. Hell yes.
Alas, I am out of pears. My mixing experiments require fresh pear juice, cardamom simple syrup, vodka, and St Germaine. Or all the same, minus St Germaine, plus Campari. And swapping ginger syrup for cardamom. That’s a 4-drink minimum Chez YT.
For some reason, the electrical systems on bikes always intimidate me. From what I can tell with some redneck special jumpers and a test light, the coil is shot, and I suspect it’s because the voltage regulator is shot. Why? Because the battery overcharged 15ish miles miles into a ride, and blew its top. Much better than fried ignition unit, knock on wood. I had best ring some bells and...
I am in the mood for girly-girl drinks. If it has prosecco and black cherries in it, I want it. And, as my friend Stef likes to inform bartenders, “Of course the gentleman would like the sugared rim.”
The Thing prequel. Very excited.
Damn, the voltage regulator may be shot… But, Waylon Jennings is keeping me good company.
Tonight there is a frost advisory in VT. The first of the season.