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Diary #523

At long last, my chickens have started laying again!  As we were working on the bathhouse deck last Wednesday, I heard one of them erupt in an almighty clucking, so I suspected there might be an egg, and I was right!  We’ve averaged one a day since, which is pretty good for pullets; by the end of the month it’ll be more like half a dozen a day.  And just in time, because I was mightily tired of paying grocery store prices for not-very-fresh eggs.  We’ve used the last of the store-bought ones already, so we’re going to try to avoid buying any more now.  In other news, I’m proofreading Ask Maggie, Volume I, and hope to release it by the end of the month; given all the work I’m doing on the house, I’m honestly surprised I’m only a couple of weeks ahead of schedule.  I’d say “knock wood”, but I think I’m doing quite enough of that in the construction process:  sometimes intentionally with a deadblow hammer to persuade a board to go someplace it’s reluctant to go, and sometimes unintentionally with my head.

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Diary #522

We spent the past week working on Chekhov’s cottage;  yeah, the bathhouse posts are a little behind, because I knew there would be a lot of fiddly bits that wouldn’t really show in photos that well (and they look like they’ll be catching up pretty soon).  Anyhow, last week we did the floors and doors, then over the weekend we shingled the roof; as I said last week, I’m not especially fond of roofing, and I was even less fond of this one than of the metal ones I’ve mostly done in the past, both because it was multiple stages (boards, underlayment, shingles) and because the roof, designed for Baltic winters, is much steeper than what I’m used to.  So while I usually just use the safety harness as a precaution, this time I could barely move around the roof without it.  But we finished yesterday, and my back is mighty glad of it.  This isn’t to say it was a total slog; on Saturday I even took a short break to socialize with a tiny visitor to the construction site.

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I can’t breathe.  –  Manuel Ellis

YouTube pushes videos based on some kind of algorithm involving what you’ve watched before, so I reckon it isn’t surprising I was dealt this one.  Like all of these pop-culture docuvideos it’s at least twice as long as it should be, but it’s still interesting.  The links above it were provided by Thaddeus Russell, Mama Tush, Grace, Kevin Wilson, Dave Krueger, and Elizabeth N. Brown, in that order.

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Diary #517

On Saturday, as I was working on setting the piers for my new bathhouse, my manicurist called to let me know that she’s opening on June 1st; of course I made an appointment!  It will be so good for my hands to look and feel like those of a civilized lady again.  As of right now, I’ve got four broken ones (three on the right hand and the forefinger on my left), so not only do my hands look like shit, they’re also far less functional than usual.  I’m not used to hands without nails, which means my right hand is basically useless for fine work righy now (I am typing this with my middle finger) and I keep getting hairs, threads, etc snagged on the rough edges of the broken nails (which tear as they grow even if I file them).  And I don’t even like to look at my toenails.  Since I had my Botox week before last, now all I’m waiting for is my hair salon to call, so I can make these awful roots invisible.  Fortunately, it doesn’t grow all that fast, and I’m not due for a trim for a while yet, so I will not end up like Jonathan here (whom we’re probably going to have sheared soon).  And since the gent I call Dr. Quest has informed me that he’ll probably be able to see me soon, things for me are beginning to look like they’ll soon return to more manageable conditions.  And it’s about damned time.

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Tutti frutti, good booty
If it don’t fit, don’t force it
You can grease it, take it easy
Tutti frutti, good booty.

Rock and roll pioneer Little Richard died last week; I was at a loss to decide which of his songs to feature until I read a tribute to him by Thaddeus Russell, which included the information that the original lyrics to “Tutti Frutti”, which Richard performed as a drag queen, were about anal sex.  The links above the video were provided by Nun Ya, Wendy Lyon, Lenore Skenazy, Stephen Lemons, and Nun Ya again, in that order.

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One of the things Twitter users sometimes do is post old pictures with the hashtag #ThrowbackThursday (on Thursdays, natch).  Well, I recently discovered some old photos, and picked a few to share with you.  I hope you enjoy them!  This first is the oldest; it’ a picture of my kitty Sheena from about September 1984, when she was only a few months old:

This is from my very first professional photo shoot (on actual film), April 2000:

Here’s another from the same shoot; my boob job was only about three months in the past, so they were still very hard & shiny:

Here’s a promo shot from a year later, Easter 2001:

Here’s one taken by my wasband Matt on a hike in the Cleveland National Forest, probably summer of 2002:

This was from an experiment in black on black, I believe sometime in 2001:

And here’s another from my very first shoot; as you can see I was already playing up the librarian thing:

And finally, another shot of my pussy; this was immediately after moving into a new apartment, I believe July 1988:

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Looks like it’s going to be a closed casket, homey.  –  Indianapolis pig

For the “unusual covers” collection:  a funk version of Metallica’s “Enter Sandman”.  The video was contributed by Jesse Walker, who also provided “rules”; the other links are from Franklin Harris (“panic”), Zuri Davis (“cosplay”), Popehat (“sport”), Melanie Moore (“feed”), and Ed Krayewski (“New York”).

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The government does not have the power to change the dictionary.  –  Justin Pearson

The best parody is very close to the truth; this video (from a dude we’ve seen before) is an excellent example.  The video was provided by Annie Sprinkle, and the links above it by Franklin Harris (“cosplay”), Dave Krueger (“imitation”), Nun Ya (“literal”), and Jesse Walker (everything else).

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Diary #513

Despite having raised chickens many times, I never cease to be awed by the speed at which they grow.  My pullets are only eight weeks old, but look at how big they are already (and the shelf on which they’re sitting there is over four feet off the floor).  I started letting them out of the henhouse during daylight hours at the beginning of last week, and by Saturday they were running around the chicken yard.  I also bought an automatic chicken door which opens at dawn and closes after sunset, so if Grace is here alone she doesn’t need to drag herself out there to let them in or out.  We also extended the fence so the pony and llama would have more greenery to graze and browse upon, and worked up the floor plan for the bathhouse; yesterday we ordered the first of the wood, concrete and other stuff we’ll need, while we were there buying the flooring for the living room and Grace’s room.  And even though I’ll be returning to Seattle on Sunday, I plan to spend a lot more weekends out at Sunset this year, and I’m working on getting things so that it’s easy and comfortable for me to do that.

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Live forever.  –  Mr. Electrico

This video is no surprise, given that it’s one of my favorite songs and I’ve featured videos from the lovely Luna before.  The links above it were provided by Juvenile Bluster, Mark Bennett, Anarras Ansible, Jesse Walker, Boatfloating, and Jesse Walker again, in that order.

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