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“To misquote The Bard, hell is empty and all the devils are running in the Ohio Senate Race in the GOP primary.” ~ Ordinary Times

Last night we watched “The Dead Don’t Die”, a Jim Jarmusch film from 2019 … Bill Murray, Adam Driver, Tilda Swinton, etc.

I will now take a break from WWIII by eating pizza
and watching “Murder in Provence”.

I cannot express how much is loathe Snapchat “filters”.

I stayed away from Wordle for a while. But then –

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I didn’t buy enough “This is Fine” t-shirts.

Autocorrect: the new Grauniad

2022-02-07. Our Wordle is not strong.

I’m always late to the party. In practice, this means the beer is gone.

Some time ago I refretted a friend’s Django-style guitar. Here’s a photo from early on in the process.

I’ll have extra vaganza with that, please.

Today I deleted all the emails in my gmail account. In box, Sent, Deleted, Spam — all of it. The emails now exist only in my own backup files, stored locally and off site.

Next candidate for a purge: Dropbox.

Now reading: “DISCOVERIES: A VOLUME OF ESSAYS BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS.”

It was too late to pull the batter, combine and refill into the loaf pans. So about an hour from now I will test the unleavened loaves for doneness, pull them when they are done, and set them out to cool.

Voila! My own, my very first doorstops. Live and learn.

While the timer was ticking away I started cleaning the countertop. That’s when I found my small prop bowl filled with baking powder and baking soda, sitting, unused.

The gods are pooping on me — the kitchen gods, anyway.

Today’s batch of my locally famous fruitcake — which I hasten to tell you has never been a doorstop — went into the oven in two loaf pans in a 325°F oven, as planned.

The Hitchens theme is now doing yeoman’s work here.
But Yes, Pat Dryburgh and P. I. Moore did the real work, for which my thanks.

Are they still called that— TV commercials?

In any case, I will be indescribably happy when images of maniacally dancing consumers fall out of favor.

Also, get all the vaccinations.

Here's a fresh two-part signifier of the apocalypse:

https://nonfungibleolivegardens.com

https://news.ycombinator.com/item?id=29643257

Quote of the day:

“One may cower within, but one cannot avoid,— le Bec de la Mort, the . . . ‘Beak of Death.’ ”

(Excerpt From “Mason & Dixon” by Thomas Pynchon)

I need a Hat of Power

After a couple of weeks of too-busy time, I’ve finally taken a few moments to link this domain to micro.blog

That’s all it took – I was making the process far too complicated. (If you’re wondering, I went with the A Record option.)

I’m having All The Fun trying to transfer my domain to the micro.blog universe. I’ve read the docs, did my best to change the name server settings (at namecheap.com), and now I guess I wait for changes to precipitate out … if I did them correctly, that is. /rolls eyes/

I’m re-reading “Marley” in anticipation of the Christmas season. BUT I haven’t made time to put it into “Literal”. So sad ….