A reader, who is obviously the coolest guy on planet earth, just sent me a box of heaven.
Yes! I have ALL THE SALMON!
Tippers are more attractive to the opposite sex and their chainsaws always start on the first pull. The links are below. Thanks.
Bat Signal
In the event my blog goes down (regardless of reason), I'll communicate information (and possibly an alternate URL) to the following locations:
Ozymandias
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
bastard.
🙂
Yo, dude, don’t Bogart all the fish, man! (mutters mild curses and infers AC has a dubious heritage). Stuff is no longer available ’round these parts, and when it was, it cost $13/lb. No way I’m payin’ that. You lucky stiff. Enjoy.
How much Yellow Perch do I owe you for the last post? My sister is in college, and that’s so getting linked.
Glad to be of service! Your sister is majoring in STEM I hope?
Yellow perch deliveries happily arranged at adaptive.curmudgeon@gmail.com 🙂
Wait a minute here. I trade my neighbor salsa from my garden and a variety of home-baked Christmas treats for his gift of smoked salmon from his catch every year. All you have to do is write a blog to get salmon? Homesteading in the burbs stinks.
Everything in the burbs stinks. Sorry, life ‘aint fair.
(If it makes you feel better it’s a stone cold bitch to get anything done in the hinterlands. If I need a plumber or an electrician or a mechanic I’m SOL but you can have all that at the drop of a hat, plus pizza delivery.)
I’m living on 8 acres with my closest neighbor far enough away that even with a good antenna I don’t know if they could steal my wifi, but I still have a choice of pizza places that will deliver.
8 acres and pizza delivery. It’s a miracle.