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By clock (Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 08:51:01 AM EST) (all tags)
so the weekend was good.


The Dude and I worked on his birdhouse.  Because I was rushing we bought enamel coating instead of paint so I'm going to have to do some damage recovery here.  But I will say this: my son can identify almost every tool at Home Depot.  The old dudes wandering around are always impressed when he points to something and says "Daddy!  That's a belt sander.  It is very loud!"  Or "Daddy, I like the band saw.  It's quiet."  We decided that bench grinders aren't too loud but he doesn't want one.  Also of note, whilst I was in a reverie over prices for certain tools he said, "Daddy, don't forget the hole saw!  The birds have to get into the birdhouse!"

When we got home, we put the hole saw onto the drill press and The Dude got to operate it.  He does good work!  A more excited guy I have rarely seen.  We had a lot of fun!

I also got to spend some time on my knife handle.  Got it sanded to about 400 grit.  I'll push it up a notch or two every night until I hit about 2000.  It'll be oiled and pretty sooner than later.  Of course what I really need is some polish and junk for the blade.  Perhaps a "real" hardware store will have what I need.  It floors me that you just can't buy useful shit in person anymore.  Thank goodness for the Intarwebz.  Without them, I'd never get any of my projects done.  Or started for that matter.

I'm having project overload again.  The nights are cooling off which means that not every day is like a fiery descent into the mouth of hell.  It's not supposed to hit 90 this week!  Upper 80s will feel like a dream.  Fuck I hate this climate.  Anyway, I dug out my cheese book this weekend and it looks like I'll be making some mozzarella this month.  Why?  Fuck you!  Who are you to judge me?!  Um.  Because good cheese is better than the bricks of cheese we get.  I want to take my pizza to the next level and good cheese is The Way ™.

Other things to know about the weekend.  I stayed up until 11 PM Saturday night watching The State on Netflix and surfing vintage guitar sites while drinking not one but TWO glasses of bourbon.  I know what you're saying.  "Clock!  Slow down!  You have a family!  Think about your future!"  To that I say, pshaw!  I throw danger to the wind and live my life the way I must.  And I probably say that is a faux foreign accent.  Something Latin American probably.  Or French.  I may or may not twirl an imaginary mustache while doing so.

I was thinking/worrying the other day about something CBB wrote (that I would link to but can't get to right now).  I have trouble talking to people at work about things like television.  I don't watch it outside of cooking shows on PBS and This Old House.  That's it.  So I don't know jack about whatever show is hot.  Most of what I do hear and the snippets that are linked to on YouTube make me cringe.  And that makes me weird.  People sometimes assume that I feel I'm better than they are because of it.  How fucked up is that?  You do something that you're not proud of how many hours a day?  And then try to make me uncomfortable for avoiding that?  Really?  In any case, The Dude is walking the same road.  He doesn't know anything about "The Watcheedoodlez" or "Colorful Fun Tree Bear Marmalade Time Show" and I wonder what that will do for or to him socially.  I mean, he plays Batman and Superman (based on books we get him) and he goes on adventures in the back country like Tom Murphy on "Christmas in Yellowstone" but he can't sing weird theme songs or dig on The Wiggles.  All in all, he's a pretty charming kid so I don't worry about him too much.  And we're not changing things any time soon with regard to the TV.  But I do wonder sometimes.  I'm sure that we're doing him a service long term...but damn if people aren't weird about that shit.

Weird dreams last night.  In one I was in some kind of post-apocalyptic fantasy world where magic had disappeared from the world and I was really, really upset about it.  Like crying and wailing and stuff.  Step away from the keyboard, Dr. Freud.  In the other I was rollerblading across Africa.  But Africa was flipped over so that east was west and it was shaped like " r ".  First I went from east to west as far as I could and then from north to south.  Most of this dream was spent trying to figure out how an entire continent was flipped over.  I should probably take a vacation.  Or two.  Just to be safe.

Been going to B&N for my daily journal writing.  It's a nice change of pace, but I don't much care for the seating.  I like the comfy chairs at whorebucks, but they have no parking.  Pro tip: if people can't park, they aren't going to go to your store.  Whodathunk?  It's a great situation because things were tight when there was just whorebucks, a nail place, and a medical uniform shop.  Then a Subway moved in and now no one can park anywhere.  So I went across the street for a time.  I'll go back to the indie place soon enough but until my monthly allowance refreshes, I'll just sit at B&N and chew up their wifi and a table.  At least it's quiet.

The wife unit is getting round.  She can carry off the cute pregnant chick look with style.  But she has to be in bed by 6 PM or she feels like she's going to die.  It's all good.  The Dude and I have it covered.  We've got a ways to go yet.

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It is your fault by anonimouse (4.00 / 4) #1 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 09:36:07 AM EST
...that "Make a little birdhouse in your soul" is currently on continuous loop in my brainPlayer.


Girls come and go but a mortgage is for 25 years -- JtL
They Might Be Giants by codemonkey uk (4.00 / 2) #2 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 09:57:20 AM EST
Superb.

--- Thad ---
Almost as Smart As you.
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Spends a lot of time near the top of mine: by ambrosen (4.00 / 1) #3 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 10:30:55 AM EST
My mind goes there often. by muchagecko (4.00 / 1) #4 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 01:27:49 PM EST
Without prompting.

Is there something unconscious that Make a Little Birdhouse in Your Soul taps into that we all connect with?


A purpose gives you a reason to wake up every morning.
So a purpose is like a box of powdered donut holes?
Exactly
My Name is Earl

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DAMN YOU! by nstenz (2.00 / 0) #11 Thu Sep 30, 2010 at 12:21:04 AM EST
 

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WTF? Cheese on pizza? by ammoniacal (4.00 / 1) #5 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 01:27:59 PM EST
ROSEMARY, SALT, OLIVE OIL.


"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

that's not pizza. by garlic (4.00 / 1) #6 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 04:17:07 PM EST
it's a lovely flatbread.


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That's the original pizza. by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #7 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 04:29:01 PM EST
The standard-bearer.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

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No... by notafurry (2.00 / 0) #8 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 07:42:56 PM EST
That's focaccia. Focaccia is not pizza.

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Okay. by ammoniacal (1.00 / 1) #9 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 08:02:45 PM EST

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

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she's hot. by dev trash (2.00 / 0) #10 Mon Sep 27, 2010 at 09:16:53 PM EST


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