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The duck was quite good. Not perfect. It has been a while and I am at altitude. And, oddly, it seems to have cooked faster than indicated. Wha? Yeah. A bit overdone. Not terribly, inedibly, overcooked. Just... a bit over done. Now the skin? Ah, that was duck bacon at it's finest. And the veggies were great. Glad I remembered mushrooms, both at the store, and while cooking. The turnips just... didn't go with duck. I think you need beef or... not sure what else... but beef works with turnips. The rest of it is grand. A feast. And, yes, mother, I did get what I could off the carcass and store it away with the veggies I will be eating. The turnips will be let out, not kept. I wish I had enough going to further roast the carcass then make stock. I'll have to settle with what I have done. Should feed me for most part of a week.
Sleep is just off. It's just the way it goes. Gets hot, on top of it, then cools down fast and hard, and darkens. I'm being played like a sadd fool, which I obviously am. S.A.D.D., not a mistake. Too hot or cold, to light or dark, or sudden turns, and I nosedive. All good, paybacks are... wait, who would I offer the payback? God, seriously, doesn't micromanage and adjust weather. Even if He did, you can't quite do much to Him. Murder Him and He just walks out while opening the gates to heaven. Lucifer, if he could, might well try to adjust the weather. He just doesn't have it in him. So, no payback. I guess I'll just have to fiddle around as I may.
Good night.
Saturday, June 11, 2016
I gave it a shot.
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With a morning event coming up very quickly, and an evening event after that, I was hoping to work out my schedule. All I did was bungle it. Being cool, however, and with the bird thawed... it was nearly thawed anyway. A short soak finished the process. It is now in the oven, has been for nearly an hour and an half. An hour remains, with a strong amount of give an take. In the higher elevations food usually takes longer, and then some. If you learn to go for a doneness, and learn that, and are patient, it'll get there. Along with it are red potatoes, carrots, turnips, rutabaga, and celery. The scent is quite nice. I didn't herb and spice it all up. Salt, pepper, and the veggies, that's that. Oh, right, mushrooms. I added those here at the near end of the process. Baby portabellas and something else.
I had worried I had totally missed the morning event. I got my days mixed up. Easy to do when days and nights are becoming on odd ends of the day, the days become excessively long, and sleep cycles either run really short or long, each providing a slightly different problem. It was because I thought I missed that I pushed the bird on through. It needed cooked, I thought I had the time since I thought I had messed up. With it as it stands, however, I have probably killed any chance I might have had to make the morning event. I'm still hoping, and will work toward it. I simply have serious doubts, more so now. I hate when I mess up, not because I messed up but because I thought I had messed up so just do whatever only to realize I might have still been on track.
Yeah, it's a bit tough sometimes. Still, being awake and doing something is better than that terrible three day a day cycle I broke from. Ah well. Later. Probably good night. While I have to wait for the bird, and then eat some and put the rest up, I doubt if I'll blog more.
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With a morning event coming up very quickly, and an evening event after that, I was hoping to work out my schedule. All I did was bungle it. Being cool, however, and with the bird thawed... it was nearly thawed anyway. A short soak finished the process. It is now in the oven, has been for nearly an hour and an half. An hour remains, with a strong amount of give an take. In the higher elevations food usually takes longer, and then some. If you learn to go for a doneness, and learn that, and are patient, it'll get there. Along with it are red potatoes, carrots, turnips, rutabaga, and celery. The scent is quite nice. I didn't herb and spice it all up. Salt, pepper, and the veggies, that's that. Oh, right, mushrooms. I added those here at the near end of the process. Baby portabellas and something else.
I had worried I had totally missed the morning event. I got my days mixed up. Easy to do when days and nights are becoming on odd ends of the day, the days become excessively long, and sleep cycles either run really short or long, each providing a slightly different problem. It was because I thought I missed that I pushed the bird on through. It needed cooked, I thought I had the time since I thought I had messed up. With it as it stands, however, I have probably killed any chance I might have had to make the morning event. I'm still hoping, and will work toward it. I simply have serious doubts, more so now. I hate when I mess up, not because I messed up but because I thought I had messed up so just do whatever only to realize I might have still been on track.
Yeah, it's a bit tough sometimes. Still, being awake and doing something is better than that terrible three day a day cycle I broke from. Ah well. Later. Probably good night. While I have to wait for the bird, and then eat some and put the rest up, I doubt if I'll blog more.
Friday, June 10, 2016
Sleeping later and later.
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Knew it would have to happen. And yet, I have done quite well, on days, if to no good, but for some time now. The heat, I suppose, and how I am running things. I almost woke several times. Just could not focus. Not good, need to be up early Sunday. Bleh. Not sure I can, will try.
Would have slept longer. Three shots, quick succession, to the south, 1,000 feet? No more than half a mile at the most. Not worried, not here. Just noises out here sometimes. It's a small town, but a country town. Not the wild west, just... the country. Not every day sounds, just sometimes. Still, woke me.
I keep getting the feeling that something wicked this way comes. Not here, exactly, probably. You never can tell who all is involved in such things. People with earthly power are rattled. Their attempt at forcing things is going downhill, as is their grasp on wealth and power. People have finally started getting involved, and balking at the leash and whip. They are becoming desperate. It isn't just the handlers, it's their mutts even more. They love their little bit of golden access, and don't want us plebes interfering with their fatted golden goose, which just so happens to be the middle class, which they have mostly eaten. Yeah, that never works out. Thankfully, it's the one group that, when losing all their toys, might actually be able and willing to fight back. Unless it goes on too long, then they just become part of the working poor, or less.
So, will the super rich be pulling strings to make something bad happen? Will it be their puppets, in order to create enough chaos to remand power, suppress elections, etc? They won't do it directly, they will use their feral allies. This admin is directly related to those, and this congress is owned by those super rich. Done it before? I honestly don't think so, not the big hits. Little ones, sure, maybe. These people are desperate, now that we don't just take what they offer and be happy for glib words with no substance. Not really my gig, life is odd off heart meds. Still, I write what I see. And I see bad things being fomented. Much death and blood. Though, too, I get the feeling that they are realizing it will come back to bite them. Much as the 'anybody but Trump' crowd (same crew, actually), are learning that their stance is both outing them, and killing them... politically. Even so, the lazy brutes who have owned power in US politics for a long time might not care. Desperate is just that.
I've collected some music, as the notion hits me from time to time and I go looking. Just, not yet. They are being squirrely. Unsure. They honestly don't know what to do. Everything they have tried has failed. They have had all the press, and favorable press, for their pushes. They have economic, political, social, and all other levers at their command. Even that is backfiring. Surandon and Barr are even in for Trump. Yeah, those ones. He is getting the very oddest of endorsements. Online, that includes Vox and myself. Very... eclectic... support. Now, admittedly, fringe. But the odd thing is, it's not from the fringe out, it's from the fringe in. If Trump hasn't had a team working on this for ten years, then I will say, I do believe he and they are verging on genius. The system he is running is working, though I suspect in part because it isn't supposed to work.
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Knew it would have to happen. And yet, I have done quite well, on days, if to no good, but for some time now. The heat, I suppose, and how I am running things. I almost woke several times. Just could not focus. Not good, need to be up early Sunday. Bleh. Not sure I can, will try.
Would have slept longer. Three shots, quick succession, to the south, 1,000 feet? No more than half a mile at the most. Not worried, not here. Just noises out here sometimes. It's a small town, but a country town. Not the wild west, just... the country. Not every day sounds, just sometimes. Still, woke me.
I keep getting the feeling that something wicked this way comes. Not here, exactly, probably. You never can tell who all is involved in such things. People with earthly power are rattled. Their attempt at forcing things is going downhill, as is their grasp on wealth and power. People have finally started getting involved, and balking at the leash and whip. They are becoming desperate. It isn't just the handlers, it's their mutts even more. They love their little bit of golden access, and don't want us plebes interfering with their fatted golden goose, which just so happens to be the middle class, which they have mostly eaten. Yeah, that never works out. Thankfully, it's the one group that, when losing all their toys, might actually be able and willing to fight back. Unless it goes on too long, then they just become part of the working poor, or less.
So, will the super rich be pulling strings to make something bad happen? Will it be their puppets, in order to create enough chaos to remand power, suppress elections, etc? They won't do it directly, they will use their feral allies. This admin is directly related to those, and this congress is owned by those super rich. Done it before? I honestly don't think so, not the big hits. Little ones, sure, maybe. These people are desperate, now that we don't just take what they offer and be happy for glib words with no substance. Not really my gig, life is odd off heart meds. Still, I write what I see. And I see bad things being fomented. Much death and blood. Though, too, I get the feeling that they are realizing it will come back to bite them. Much as the 'anybody but Trump' crowd (same crew, actually), are learning that their stance is both outing them, and killing them... politically. Even so, the lazy brutes who have owned power in US politics for a long time might not care. Desperate is just that.
I've collected some music, as the notion hits me from time to time and I go looking. Just, not yet. They are being squirrely. Unsure. They honestly don't know what to do. Everything they have tried has failed. They have had all the press, and favorable press, for their pushes. They have economic, political, social, and all other levers at their command. Even that is backfiring. Surandon and Barr are even in for Trump. Yeah, those ones. He is getting the very oddest of endorsements. Online, that includes Vox and myself. Very... eclectic... support. Now, admittedly, fringe. But the odd thing is, it's not from the fringe out, it's from the fringe in. If Trump hasn't had a team working on this for ten years, then I will say, I do believe he and they are verging on genius. The system he is running is working, though I suspect in part because it isn't supposed to work.
Thursday, June 9, 2016
Brutally hot.
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No, not as hot as it can get. Just, only a week and maybe change from the 60's as highs, it's hitting mid 80's perhaps low 90's. Even so I am not suffering too much, or yet. At least if I don't work up a sweat. Then again, even that wasn't so bad. Nothing fancy, a trip to town. Two packages to be returned via UPS plus a shopping trip. With the duck thawing, I wanted specific veggies. Carrots and celery, plus red potatoes, turnips, and rutabaga... then a few regular items. Everything went spiffy. I almost missed UPS, they had just about lowered the inner metal gate. I was quite grateful for their allowance.
I stopped at BK. Hot. No real complaints. Usually they have ac going, though that may be corporate and economic reality? Hot. Still, the ladies were good enough and, even with the brain in minor melt down... if more from previous running around... it all worked. A quick bite just to keep things going. A big bite, but quick. Oh, while there I saw a mouse... heard... can't be sure, maybe both... roar. Oh, well, yes. Blushed, I did. And, yet, warmed. A different way. Then she realized what she had done and quieted back down. Wonderful. I think I fell in love for a few minutes. Dolls'll kill ya. But you'll die happy, even if chaste, sometimes? Yeah.
I got home, unpacked, all good. I was heated, but that left quickly. I still have boots and socks on! I... must be changing. Then again, I'm not on medication anymore. Nothing. That might be it. Medicine might have been the problem. Oh, well, I still look like a blood orange, sometimes in the heat process. But It's a lot less painful now. Just a thing. Later.
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No, not as hot as it can get. Just, only a week and maybe change from the 60's as highs, it's hitting mid 80's perhaps low 90's. Even so I am not suffering too much, or yet. At least if I don't work up a sweat. Then again, even that wasn't so bad. Nothing fancy, a trip to town. Two packages to be returned via UPS plus a shopping trip. With the duck thawing, I wanted specific veggies. Carrots and celery, plus red potatoes, turnips, and rutabaga... then a few regular items. Everything went spiffy. I almost missed UPS, they had just about lowered the inner metal gate. I was quite grateful for their allowance.
I stopped at BK. Hot. No real complaints. Usually they have ac going, though that may be corporate and economic reality? Hot. Still, the ladies were good enough and, even with the brain in minor melt down... if more from previous running around... it all worked. A quick bite just to keep things going. A big bite, but quick. Oh, while there I saw a mouse... heard... can't be sure, maybe both... roar. Oh, well, yes. Blushed, I did. And, yet, warmed. A different way. Then she realized what she had done and quieted back down. Wonderful. I think I fell in love for a few minutes. Dolls'll kill ya. But you'll die happy, even if chaste, sometimes? Yeah.
I got home, unpacked, all good. I was heated, but that left quickly. I still have boots and socks on! I... must be changing. Then again, I'm not on medication anymore. Nothing. That might be it. Medicine might have been the problem. Oh, well, I still look like a blood orange, sometimes in the heat process. But It's a lot less painful now. Just a thing. Later.
Tap dancing with the devil?
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Aye. All do it. Even God. Oppositional or obediently, I suppose. Though I tell you this, even if you abide Satan, you will do God's work. Even if you do the greatest evil, even if you murdered Christ, you... do God's work. It's not that God forces you, it's simply that He can't lose. He can have His pie, and eat it to, unlike the rest of us... unless we follow. You learn to walk His way, you will, in time, simply understand. And, yes, I do. I can't do all those sweet tricks that are truths of heaven yet, not all of them. But I can... obviously... do some things that are... unknown to many. Even just being alive. If I died today, just that I have lived this long alone is... not... usual? Yes. And yet, today or tomorrow, I will probably be climbing trees, swinging in the wind, with a chainsaw. *wink* So, dancing with the devil? If you aren't, you simply don't understand, or you don't believe in the devil. Neither of which is my affair. I've warned you.
Today? I don't know. Still deep in the cup of the game. Running too long of days, sleeping is a bit shy. And, yet, it is far better than being lost in that middle ground between sleep and wakefulness that is such a wasteland. I have been eating at least daily. I have duck out, to be baked, before long... probably this evening. Oh, and I finally got around to experimenting with the hard, hard, black tea and cream mix. As I suspected, the hard black tea pairs very well with cream. Even without sweetener the tea with cream had a very mild flavor of... strawberries? A berry very like that. Not quite direct, so difficult to get a handle on. But very good. I have decided, as well, that I need another freezer. Ugh... Have to get out sooner or later, then, to get that.
Other than those things, I have mostly just been gaming. Well, later.
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Aye. All do it. Even God. Oppositional or obediently, I suppose. Though I tell you this, even if you abide Satan, you will do God's work. Even if you do the greatest evil, even if you murdered Christ, you... do God's work. It's not that God forces you, it's simply that He can't lose. He can have His pie, and eat it to, unlike the rest of us... unless we follow. You learn to walk His way, you will, in time, simply understand. And, yes, I do. I can't do all those sweet tricks that are truths of heaven yet, not all of them. But I can... obviously... do some things that are... unknown to many. Even just being alive. If I died today, just that I have lived this long alone is... not... usual? Yes. And yet, today or tomorrow, I will probably be climbing trees, swinging in the wind, with a chainsaw. *wink* So, dancing with the devil? If you aren't, you simply don't understand, or you don't believe in the devil. Neither of which is my affair. I've warned you.
Today? I don't know. Still deep in the cup of the game. Running too long of days, sleeping is a bit shy. And, yet, it is far better than being lost in that middle ground between sleep and wakefulness that is such a wasteland. I have been eating at least daily. I have duck out, to be baked, before long... probably this evening. Oh, and I finally got around to experimenting with the hard, hard, black tea and cream mix. As I suspected, the hard black tea pairs very well with cream. Even without sweetener the tea with cream had a very mild flavor of... strawberries? A berry very like that. Not quite direct, so difficult to get a handle on. But very good. I have decided, as well, that I need another freezer. Ugh... Have to get out sooner or later, then, to get that.
Other than those things, I have mostly just been gaming. Well, later.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Well? Mostly.
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I have said eighteen hour days. And, sometimes. Though I think it was more like sixteen hour days. My bad. Sometimes I just get the numbers wrong, add incorrectly... or subtract or sich, other times I'm just not seeing perfectly clearly. Still, the... it's usually in the ballpark. At least as I understand or see things. I did do an eighteen hour days yesterday. Though, untypically as of late, I slept ten hours last night. Hmm... wait, miscounting again. Down at 2:00, up initially at 8:00, then back down for two more, waking at 10:00. Actually, just eight hours of sleep? Okay, I feel better. I don't like waking that late, but when I am pressing that hard, and it is still only eight down, I guess it's okay. See what I mean? Easy to get messed on the numbers, without clearly thinking every little detail.
Whaught? I don't know. Just saying, correcting errors. Mostly just for me. Though, just in case one of you is paying really close attention to details... there you go. I hope that remedies things for you. What, Precious, is "whaught"? Ah, well, that is either ye olde timey "what", or Doom spooftalk. I initially spelled it with an "o", but that didn't seem right. If that helps you discern? Scoot, on this topic, for now.
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I have said eighteen hour days. And, sometimes. Though I think it was more like sixteen hour days. My bad. Sometimes I just get the numbers wrong, add incorrectly... or subtract or sich, other times I'm just not seeing perfectly clearly. Still, the... it's usually in the ballpark. At least as I understand or see things. I did do an eighteen hour days yesterday. Though, untypically as of late, I slept ten hours last night. Hmm... wait, miscounting again. Down at 2:00, up initially at 8:00, then back down for two more, waking at 10:00. Actually, just eight hours of sleep? Okay, I feel better. I don't like waking that late, but when I am pressing that hard, and it is still only eight down, I guess it's okay. See what I mean? Easy to get messed on the numbers, without clearly thinking every little detail.
Whaught? I don't know. Just saying, correcting errors. Mostly just for me. Though, just in case one of you is paying really close attention to details... there you go. I hope that remedies things for you. What, Precious, is "whaught"? Ah, well, that is either ye olde timey "what", or Doom spooftalk. I initially spelled it with an "o", but that didn't seem right. If that helps you discern? Scoot, on this topic, for now.
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