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When posted that I baked a loaf of cement I got a lot of advice.  (Including a great deal which was not recorded in text / comments but delivered in person.  The personal advice came in sentences that began with … Continue reading →

Unlike politicians, I can learn. If attempt one went down in flames that means nothing! Nothing I say! Attempt two shall be better, faster, stronger. Continue reading →

I love bread makers.  I use ’em hard and tend to wear them out.  (Like many things bread machines are built shitty and cheap… I think most of them get used only rarely.) Usually I mill my own flour from … Continue reading →

I have been informed that the object that did such an excellent job trashing my thumb (or at least setting the stage for mayhem) is a “quicklink”. Looks innocent doesn’t it?  Hardly any rust right? I’m going to hurl it … Continue reading →

I’ve been “fighting” a cold. (“Fighting” being a euphemism for “getting my ass kicked”.) Like all red blooded men, I approached the situation with denial. It’s in the guy manual. “Bah! I’m not that bad. A half gallon of coffee … Continue reading →

While checking out the vegan strip club quandary I crossed paths with Exhibit B. Exhibit B is a video of a man dressed in a kilt and Darth Vader outfit, on a unicycle, playing bagpipes, that shoot flames. I’m not one to discount the imaginative of humanity. This is truly something unique. Only Portland would create such an entity. Which is why I never turn my back on either the Pacific or Portland. Continue reading →

First of all let me start by saying that it sucks whenever anyone who is willing and able to work gets sent home through no fault of their own.  Bob Smith who does accounting at the WallaWalla Department of Agricultural … Continue reading →

Remember those word problems you hated when you were in school. We suck it up buttercup because that shit’s for real! Continue reading →

“Are you sure?” I asked. “Nobody will think less of you if you back out.” I added. By offering him the chance to bail out I felt he’d volunteered for whatever came next. Should he damage my truck I’d feel morally justified dismembering him with a tire iron. (In certain states I believe this is actually written into law under the “he messed with my truck” clause.) Continue reading →

The folks who stood down and let veterans (citizens!) into their monument did the right thing. All up and down the chain of command, once they realized what was happening, people did the right thing. Nobody handcuffed grandpa or fired tear gas, no guns cleared leather, nobody did anything rash. The whole thing was resolved in an unexpected outbreak of common sense. America rocks! Continue reading →