I can never read anything in my dreams; as soon as I try to read something, I realize I am dreaming because it is - not even gibberish, just 'snow'. Once I was dreaming I was on a shelf that was only 2 inches wide and my back was to the cliff and down was like that scene from "Crouching Tiger" - I woke myself because…

We bought a red angus and named her Ginger for her dance moves - she tasted good. We have guy east of the Cascades who range feeds his cows.

The big deal is the the lie; once you doubt the integrity of your food how do you know it is not melamine in chalk water instead of milk? Next it could soylent green.

I am into my 2nd week of teaching a co-worker how to make glass beads - she is a jeweler who wants to add to her skill set. It has been 20 years since I worked a minor bench torch but the important thing is that she does not fear the flame; and to keeps the mandrel spinning.

I would also like to point out that female spotted hyenas have an enlarged clitoris masquerading as a penis for 'social erections' - it’s a hard task to discern a female spotted hyena’s elongated clitoris from a male spotted hyena’s penis. The story in depth here:

Whew! I thought you had given up; thanks for the response.

I just know you were waiting for this link:

Okay, chill it is - I misinterpreted what you were saying, I guess. Sometimes I jump, sometimes I can swim in the sea of knowledge and stay dry. I apologize.

Why all bullshit leading up to your but? Who gives a crap what you would prefer - I am not jumping down your throat I am saying you started out with a bullshit whinge and set it up with a but; any time you have to spend time defending yourself before you even get to your but you just know you are wrongety wrong wrong…

Yeah, the really cool part is that I am reconnecting with some benchwork I left behind in 1994 I got loosely involved in glass blowing but prior to that say about 1991, I came into possession of a ceramics kiln and was doing some fusing/slumping/saggin and had a couple of life-masks made that I wanted to do something…

I just spent the day with a co-worker who showed a lot of interest in learning glass-bead making. We worked out a curriculum, a fee schedule, and what was needed to set up a bench in her kitchen nook. She is an artist who already works with metal (jeweler), paint, and mosaic. I have spent the last 25 years with no…

If you let the hot glass stay at 1300 degs F for too long, it will devitrify - ie. crystalize on the surface. Looks pretty ugly and you gotta throw that piece out and start over. A real bummer when you fired the piece 3 times to fuze and sag it into shape. I tried to use devit on purpose but there is no way to make…

Hey - thanks for the shout-out, glad you are still ranting (how do you get all that saliva out of your keyboard?).

Yep, you're still here.

Heh,heh - are you still going on about that? Give it up man - you're now just randomly trying to rattle a cage.

Another way I was taught to look at it was to ask how much do I have to have invested to buy that? A $10 item needs a $100 in the bank for a year; sometimes this is stated as "never spend capital".

How is a guy supposed to stay grumpy on a day like this? This is too much, just too much - bangs, ABBA giving away kitties, and Bee nailing the national anthem.

I think I saw her in a PBS ad - if I am right, she plays a bass-like instrument and sings jazz and if I am wrong....

She is so damned beautiful! The bangs framing her face makes my heart ache.

Better than that high school graduation speech about how these were the best days of your life.