Alas, I haven’t been very crafty— seems like a lot of the recent news has made me want to NOPE out of life (not that way, don’t worry; it means I stay in bed a lot reading/listening to music/sleeping). I am hoping to get a replacement battery for this Kindle I took apart and see if I can get it to work.

That said, my hu…

My family had a book on how to build a dehydrator (it was the early ‘70s and stuff like that was kind of A Thing). I should find out if it’s still in the family house and see if I can pass on any tidbits of knowledge— though it’ll probably be a long time and not just because said family home is 400 mi. away from me...

Happens with uBlock too, FWIW, so I’m not sure it’s an adblocker thing.

I keep thinking that if I had the resources of Anton Phibes, I’d embalm him alive. With bleach.

We should be so lucky.

We need a Font of Sarcasm here.

Well, that only makes it marginally less revolting and cruel, I guess.

Yeah, because the English footy teams never like to remind Germany about Dunkirk when they win a game...

Got some cool books for good prices. Managed to kick my ass to clean all the floors in the house. A surprise gift I sent to a friend went over well.

Admittedly— at the risk of dragging this thread down— I’m still feeling a bit depressed about random things, or at least having a lot of NOPEing out of life tendencies,…

Reading From Caligari to Hitler: A Psychological History of the German Film.
Music I’ve been listening to a lot lately? Classical. And Rammstein.

Alas, too white for the cops to gun down.

That running video pairs up so nicely with Yakety Sax.

I hope that farmer is getting fucked sideways with Trump’s shitty immigration policy...

I recognize that sign, as it’s one of several that were on pieces of farmland in the California central valley.

I don’t know about proud as such, but having gotten a bit lost trying to find a store in Sacto (despite iPhone Maps), I ended up at a good old-fashioned flea market/swap meet, which brought back some childhood reminisces of my mom taking me to such things. And I found these for $6 (not in package):

Bit of a subdued week here— my 21st wedding anniversary was Tuesday (yay!), but I was fighting some depression (boo) and it turns out my credit card was compromised to the tune of nearly $200 in charges and I’m still waiting for my replacement (fuck). But I keep on keeping on.

This puts a rather unsettling spin on two of his better essays (in Consider the Lobster): “Big Red Son” and his review of John Updike’s Toward the End of Time.

You’re assuming her parents/this guy won’t have pissed it all away by then.

If it does happen, I’d sooner see the prize go to Kim than to Trump.