Monthly Archives: August 2018

For those of you (like me) who prefer observation to Wikipedia, I offer the following: It takes a monarch caterpillar less than 12 hours to go from “hanging with your ass glued to a leaf” to “green chrysalis”. As expected, … Continue reading →

I’ve been idly pondering Emma of Normandy and Lady Macbeth (yes, I know one was fictional). It’s always good to learn something new. Meanwhile, an astute reader just wowed me with the story of Pepsi’s armada of warships and submarines … Continue reading →

Is there nothing under the sun that isn’t a reflection of 2018’s navel gazing gobbledygook? Is there anything at all that they’ll leave to simply be? It seems one could grow a tomato garden and somewhere there’s a ninny that’ll … Continue reading →

I listen to history lectures as an alternative to bullshit on the radio. This is mostly successful but the lecturers have bias too. One went all girl power over Emma of Normandy. Was it a one off thing? Nope. It … Continue reading →

I’ve tapered off politics (or at least keep it at arm’s length). Unfortunately, politics is extra special hyperbolic lately. It follows us around like when you feed a stray cat and then the bastard won’t leave. It’s not a new … Continue reading →

Well that didn’t take long: Forgive the crappy photo. I assure you it’s an artifact of the cheap phone camera and not an instance of the first caterpillar to master arc welding. By my count the little critter only took … Continue reading →

I’ve always wanted to raise a monarch butterfly. Recently it dawned on me that I own an homestead and I’m not dead yet. Now was the time. (In light of certain events in 2018 I’ve taken to returning to the … Continue reading →

When I was a kid I tried and failed to raise a monarch butterfly in a jar. I chalked it up as one of those “path not traveled” things. Then I bumped into the online presence of Christine DeMerchant. I’d … Continue reading →