I am just having a really comfortable weekend so far.
Shoulder troubles abated.
Lots of socializing.
Just enough video games.
Tasty, home-cooked dinner.
Interesting fruit experiment.
Changing job roles in a few weeks so my career stress is super low.
Weather is really nice.
Tidied up a bit.
Had a pinch of rye.
Just feeling very content.
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The Secret Fire of Prometheus
Back in Sekiro! Managed to get lost to the point of saying fuck it, time to look at a guide. Followed the guide, completing some weird obscure sidequests to progress the main story, get over there and... nothing, I sequence broke, the main story is off in some other direction. :tell_me_more:
specifically I got stuck at the monkey puzzle, and finally cleared it and unlocked the Mortal Blade and the Puppeteer Ninjutsu, but didn't know what to do with them. Looking at a guide got me across the valley, where I'm apparently supposed to land a deathblow on the big snake. But he ain't there. Because there's a whole Sunken Valley thing I was supposed to do first.
Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
and I wonder about my neighbors even though I don't have them
but they're listening to every word I say
okay so I googled and this birch beer is made with birch tar (incidentally from a totally different type of birch, that I also didn't know about) which has a wintergreeny taste
I don't know this icelandic liqueur really but looking it up it seems like it is, essentially, cheat birch wine (as in it takes grain spirit and puts birch sirup in it, and also, I'm assuming (from the fact that they say "in spring", also, because that's the only thing you'd put into liquor) birch shoots)
and no birch syrup does not taste like wintergreen
(it tastes like syrup with some notes it has been too long for me to remember)
Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
clearly it's not enough to be "an animal", they have to be the ones he likes.
edit: alternatively, douglas adams' theory:
The four chickens sat in the prow of the boat and watched us.
One of the more disturbing aspects of travel in remote areas is the necessity of taking your food with you in a nonperishable form. For westerners who are used to getting their chickens wrapped in polythene from the supermarket is an uncomfortable experience to share a long ride on a small boat with four live chickens who are eyeing you with a deep and dreadful suspicion which you are in no position to allay.
Despite the fact that an Indonesian island chicken has probably had a much more natural life than one raised on a battery farm in England, people who wouldn't think twice about buying something oven-ready become much more upset about a chicken that they've been on a boat with, so there is probably buried in the Western psyche a deep taboo about eating anything you've been introduced to socially.
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Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
clearly it's not enough to be "an animal", they have to be the ones he likes.
Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
clearly it's not enough to be "an animal", they have to be the ones he likes.
Rationalization is a hell of a drug.
Not all animals are equal! Some are more likable than others.
Or it's the principle that it's uncomfortable to eat something you've been introduced to socially, as described above.
Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
clearly it's not enough to be "an animal", they have to be the ones he likes.
Rationalization is a hell of a drug.
Not all animals are equal! Some are more likable than others.
Or it's the principle that it's uncomfortable to eat something you've been introduced to socially, as described above.
this is why i try not to know many people, i dont need to diminish my food supply prior to the apocalypse even starting
AAAAA!!! PLAAAYGUUU!!!!
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AtomikaLive fast and get fucked or whateverRegistered Userregular
I think it's 18 months since I printed the dome, so I figured it was about time to blow the cobwebs off the printer and actually finish the rest of the parts for this piece of terrain.
things I am attempting to sell on Local Craigslist Equivalent in The Year of Our Lord Two Thousand And Twenty:
- Parallel port cable, DB25 male to DB25 male
- Parallel port cable, IEEE 1284 DB25 male to 36-pin male Centronics
- Parallel port DB25 manual switch box
So this week my sister in law finally moves out and we reclaim our basement. Now we are going to now be on a reasonable number of cats from 13 when we moved in now to 3
Its going to be weird to live in a normal household, now sure how long till we get the basement into a reasonable spot but at least we feel like we have a path forward.
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So this week my sister in law finally moves out and we reclaim our basement. Now we are going to now be on a reasonable number of cats from 13 when we moved in now to 3
Its going to be weird to live in a normal household, now sure how long till we get the basement into a reasonable spot but at least we feel like we have a path forward.
You had 13 cats? Like 13 indoor cats?
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The Secret Fire of Prometheus
9 lives 8 legs
PSN: Honkalot
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Maybe I can sway them to video chat for OOC and text chat for in-character
I think I have half a bottle of that. I'm never sure what to do with it, it's a little too sweet for drinking neat.
Clearly the answer is campari
Can you make birch beer from that
I love Birch Beer but I've not found a palatable alcoholic drink to make with it so it's interesting that there's a booze with that flavor.
Oh god the comments
Also for non Brits. Sainsbury's is a mid tier supermarket, Waitrose is a more expensive one patronised mostly by the walking dead.
Here is a tier list:
Top
Marks and Spencer
Waitrose
Mid Mainstream
Tesco
Sainsbury's
Confusing Orthogonal Branch (excellent ratio of quality to cost but the price is incredible stress)
Aldi
Lidl
Low tier mainstream
Morrison's (despite having pies in their bakeries)
Asda
Shoulder troubles abated.
Lots of socializing.
Just enough video games.
Tasty, home-cooked dinner.
Interesting fruit experiment.
Changing job roles in a few weeks so my career stress is super low.
Weather is really nice.
Tidied up a bit.
Had a pinch of rye.
Just feeling very content.
Neighbors slaughtered 26 chickens that they got for free from the company one of them works at. Chickens just have no survival instincts left. They don't try to run or fight at all.
I watched their kids, 7 and 3, while they picked up the chickens in their car. So my son got to play with them for half the day.
Then we went and they played in the yard while the slaughter was happening. We drank Palinka and I moved water and firewood.
My son saw the live chickens and dead chickens that had been gutted but didn't seem to really put it together. Until he asked what they were doing with the live chickens.
Then I explained they were cooking them. Then he asked if I was teasing. When I said no he asked if the farmer knew about this. Then he said we couldn't cook chickens because he liked chickens. So I thought maybe we were switching to vegetarianism.
Then he asked for pepperoni when he got home, which I told him also came from an animal and he didn't seem to care so...
but they're listening to every word I say
wouldn't it mean birch flavoured??
I don't know this icelandic liqueur really but looking it up it seems like it is, essentially, cheat birch wine (as in it takes grain spirit and puts birch sirup in it, and also, I'm assuming (from the fact that they say "in spring", also, because that's the only thing you'd put into liquor) birch shoots)
and no birch syrup does not taste like wintergreen
(it tastes like syrup with some notes it has been too long for me to remember)
clearly it's not enough to be "an animal", they have to be the ones he likes.
edit: alternatively, douglas adams' theory:
Rationalization is a hell of a drug.
Not all animals are equal! Some are more likable than others.
Or it's the principle that it's uncomfortable to eat something you've been introduced to socially, as described above.
welp
rip in pieces
this is why i try not to know many people, i dont need to diminish my food supply prior to the apocalypse even starting
I’ve always wanted to learn the cello
Someone printed a life-size version too! Pretty cool considering it was done in 1862.
https://imgur.com/gallery/Xs5mWwv
*opens*
sees barnacles
NOPE NOPE NOPE
- Parallel port cable, DB25 male to DB25 male
- Parallel port cable, IEEE 1284 DB25 male to 36-pin male Centronics
- Parallel port DB25 manual switch box
You gots barniphobia?
Barnacles are just crustaceans masquerading as molluscs. How could anyone fear these beaky boys?
Its going to be weird to live in a normal household, now sure how long till we get the basement into a reasonable spot but at least we feel like we have a path forward.
You had 13 cats? Like 13 indoor cats?
@21stCentury @Jean