"Aren’t you the same anti-beef screamers blogging hate from your comfy leather office chairs, wrapped in your fashionable leather belts above your kickin’ new leather pumps you bought because your celebrity idols (who sport fur and crocodile purses) grinned in a tabloid wearing the exact same Louboutins exiting sleek cowhide covered limo seats on their way to some liberal fundraiser shindig at some sushi bar that features poor dead smelly roe (that I used to strip from our Bristol Bay-caught fish, and in a Dillingham cannery I packed those castoff fish eggs for you while laughing with co-workers about the suckers paying absurdly high prices to party with the throw away parts of our wild seafood)?"
The Blue Tablet Under My Tongue Was Melting
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Some huge personal news - I finished the latest Boorum & Pease 300 page
quadrille notebook and (have already cut the pages from the tablet and fed
them t...
Affirmations for the Serious Knitter
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As read on my knitting podcast for this week (at the 13:48 mark).
AFFIRMATIONS FOR THE SERIOUS KNITTER.
1. No housework until I have knit for f...
We Don’t Need A New Theory Of EVERYTHING
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Though things have indeed changed since this video was produced, it still
makes the infinitesimally tiny point! “Luminous beings are we; not this
crude...
Merry Christmas! We Got You Some Fauxmosexuals!
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Happy holidays, everyone. People seemed to enjoy last year's riff of D.W.
Griffith's 1909 silent melodrama, *A Trap for Santa*, so we did it again,
with ...
Common Threads
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As part of my October Halloween/Samhain indulgences, I listened to an
Audible version of American Witches - A Broomstick Tour Through Four
Centuries by ...
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Sorry, friends, for not getting back to my blog writing place sooner. More
Ian Welsh goodness today. Everyone should signup at his site so they don't
miss ...
apologies for my absence
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skippy, his co-bloggers and his followers are among my favorite people in
the world. real life has been challenging for me these last few years but i
got m...
What I Did For Love
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When my daughter was born, the paternal instincts kicked in. I feared for
her safety. It became my responsibility to protect her and to provide for
her and...