Earth Day is coming soon! Will you be ready? What are your plans?
We will meet some of Max’s friends for an outdoor visit and a hopefully tasty milkshake at a nearby hot dog shack before the Great Reckoning of Azathoth or whoever munches on us like so many weed edibles on April twentieth, unless we can find a convenient way to continue beyond reality.
Pearl has a pretty solid lead on a way to translate us all into abstract concepts and, hopefully, back again, so we have that going for us. Smart kid.
Since I first thought about Nessie (or Chessie, or Champy, or Smithy), I’ve usually envisioned it as a “her”, and like to think that it has some sort of tentacle/antennae/horn dealie-bops on her forehead.
Smithy is an aquatic cryptid rumored to live in Smith Mountain Lake—a large reservoir created in the central highlands of Virginia in the United States by damming the Roanoke River in 1963. The first reported sightings of Smithy began in the summer of 1979. With few exceptions, most reported sightings have occurred very near the Smith Mountain Dam, either shortly after the warning alarms were sounded to signal the periodic activation of the dam’s hydroelectric turbines or while the turbines were running. While some locals speculate Smithy is an unusually large catfish, some sightings suggest this mysterious creature is more serpentine or reptilian in appearance.
Running errands yesterday and today, and the pollen was crazy! 🤧 The black pearl is covered with a fine dusting, and the nooks and crannies are even more caked with yellow particles.
Trees are spreading spores everywhere, and it’s giving folks hay fever. Yet another good reason to wear a mask. I wonder if the one I’m using now will yellow around the area where I inhale over the next few days?
Old phones are now back with Verizon, wiped and ready for wherever they go from here. Not sure what I will do with the 256-gig microSD card. Now I guess I can use it with a game emulator or the 3D printer for models… or maybe juice one of the Pi boxes up in space. I still want to build a Plex server, but that’ll be more of a NAS solution.
Picked up some shaved ice for myself and my sweetie as a midday treat while I was out running errands today (dropping off recycling, FedEx shipping, picking up some lightbulbs from the hardware store, etc., etc., etc.).
Shaved ice was right up my alley, as it was in the mid-80s today, and I haven’t had it in ages—probably pre-COVID.
I got a tropical yum of orange, pineapple, and tangerine for myself, and a half-and-half mixed-berry, grape, and lime for her. (I let her choose, and she went with what I’d hoped she would like.)
Painted pig update: another several coats of paint, a rainbow, really, but maybe a little messier than some others. I’m curious to know what “yellow better” means.
Also, there’s an old sign for Kenny’s Big K Burger. Sounds like a good deal for just a little over four bits.
The new Fallout show is quite impressive. I was pleasantly surprised by how faithful it is to the games, in both vibe and style I wonder where all the props will end up?
Day 20,157
I cast “summon animal friend” near a few litters of displacer beast kittens. I won’t be leaving on that adventure right away. *purr*
#doodle #druid #blackcat #displacerbeast #kittens
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“The danger is in the flesh, not the fantasy.” – Ben Cartwright
Little Joe in a whip vs gunfight!
An exorcism!
Holy cow! A Romani woman, accused of being a witch and a shapeshifting timber wolf, is nearly sacrificed to Asmodeus and his nine white dogs… but is rescued just in time.
Ultimately, Little Joe wants to marry her, but she is a fish, and he, a tree, so it was not meant to be.
Beware of the many unkind stereotypes about the Romani people.