Yeasty, eh?....

So the time has come to build fires for the sole purpose of ballyhooing the risen loaf. As I did last night. It works. And frankly, the weather here is perfect: Cool and Sunny. So with the windows wide and the kitchen brisk its a bit hard to get a loaf on the rise.


Needless to say the glop in the cavity that should be occupied by brain has ceased and desist. This is good. Bc after the sessions of nasal douching I reckon that the post kayak nose flash floodings are better to be gone. "Hi, Im glurp" as a stream of stream water waters out my schnauz. So let me show you how it works....

1. Mix warm water and a small tablespoon of salt. Drink through the nose.


2. Keep drinking through the nose untill sufficient amount able to be spit out of mouth. Make facial expression here.


3. Continue until all water mix is gone and repeat if necessary. If the mix burns, it is either too hot or too much salt. The perfect mix is almost undetectable bc it matches the salinity and temperature of your body.

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Growth and Supplementation....

More and more. This has to one of the larger piles I have made in a long time, though Jason's pile was nice and quickly consumed.

Stoopid Shrimp....

Theyre so hard to photograph. But extremely cool and only $.25.

Hes right in the middle. Obviously hes clear, so you get to watch the food digest, or travel through the system. Neat.
Does anyone know if Toyota and Nissan six bolt rims are interchangeable? They seem to fit. I know Chevy and Nissan are the same.

Introducing the Rio Grande....

First, let me get some coffee.

Coffee, check. Shorts, check.

Yesterday and the day before I went kayaking, trying out my new purchase. Sweetness. I cant explain the joy I experience when I get back on the river. And the Rio Grande is very much like the Stillwater but its a little bit more technical with what seems to be extreme consequences. From the stories it sounds like people fall out of the boat with multiplicity and theres a camera shack for the photographers to shoot every single raft biting the dust. Apparently not many make it though. Pretty cool shite.

I cut the logs. Thats it. They reside in the same places. With a real chainsaw they only took 45 min to cut. Must upgrade. Must get job. Must not work at Hardees.

On the bright side, the Nissan isnt fixing itself as I trained it yet, but it hasnt run away either so thats good. I like how you have to hot wire it, and its really fucking loud. I mean to the earsplitting range, especially when you goose it. I guess thats what exhaust manifolds are for. hmmm.

So for today I have ....uh, nothing. I could go take Brians Yz for a spin. MAybe bake some bread. I could try and drill out some bolts on the Nissan. MTB ride anyone? Apply for more jobs....nah. I could cover myself in butter and run around this ultra conservative neighborhood naked. Speaking of, I wonder how we havent gotten kicked out yet? I mean Im always naked. Too many cars in the drive for a family of 14. Logs strewn everywhere and the naked chainsaw guy cussing and spilling fuel. Lots of big fires in the back porch. The 3 super loud motorcycles tearing up and down the road. I mean regular white trash. I speak for myself only.

Enjoying mechanics was my greatest downfall. Enjoying beer is right up there too. So now I see a Piece of Shit and say "I bet I could fix that up nice" or "I can make it run", add the beer part and I actually believe myself. The plans for the Nissan include a front end removal of sorts. I think the fenders should go away to make way for the 32s that will someday appear there. Doors? who needs em? Carpet B Gone, thanks to the mouse poo in every single imaginable location. Brakes? Questionable. The shifter comes completely off if you lift. I think the thing is a real winner. But it really needs a name. So if you want to come over and go for a spin in a couple weeks and help me name it, then so be it. It may be the first and last ride.

Big Wood....

That was the title to my Senior paper in surface water resources. I was about large woody debris. ahh the memories....

But to relieve my fatness I have taken to the axe. Much fatness has left my self and the future looks bright. Not that I was that fat before. But theres nothing better than the day after cussing out the chainsaw, beginning the new day with a coffee and swing of the splitter and some sun on my back. The tan renews itself and wood pile engorges itself with more bits. This is good as Im only 1/3 the way done. Yet the pile aggrandizes:


To answer some Q's:
-The cabinets are for the garage that will become a new living room with kitchenette.
-Thanks Jason for the psychological saw support
-The wood came from the trees in the forest
-08 Xmas eh? My mental capacities limit me to tomorrows activities

Ferrous....

So I wasnt into comics very long but there was one that caught my attention. Ironman. And now theyre making a movie and it looks so sweet that I dont know if I can hold it till May. Damn.

700 Club....

This must be the most retarded show on TV ever. Although the guy is funny to look at, so hes got that going for him. I love how people use religion to make a shit load of money for themselves and make fools of other people. Hmpf....


Anyway, the status of the wood pile is negotiable, its looks smaller even though it has more wood bits in it. I guess this is one way to get in shape. Chop and coffee, chop and coffee.

As well, Judge Hatchett is also really dumb. Paternity tests? Really?

What Happened?...

The keyboard is a mess. The front "yard" is strewn with logs. The Chainsaw doesnt like me. Manders is under the weather. TV sucks, but thats nothing new. And then theres the Pathfinder. The gem of a rust-nugget. Potential at its worst.

As well theres the Federal application process. A quirky, pile of shit. Nothing less expected from all the taxpayer money that is provided. I applied for a couple positions today. Im sure itll never happen.

The excitement of family backed weeks followed by more friends and family has come to an ever unexpected end. The gas and oil mix put to rest. The lifting of heavy logs is far from over. The Lincoln is back in Lincoln. But there is much to do yet...
So needless to say, theres gonna be plenty of fires to be had. Plenty of soot to distribute above the fireplace. Yes! Oh and plenty of cupboards to put somewhere....
And then theres the time that Tauntaun caught the best chew toy ever. It Looked like this: