ONT 5/15/16 - Fast, Hard & Dirty edition [krakatoa]

Like I like my coffee.

A week from now, I'm heading to Houston. I think I have been in most the "sanctuary" cities so far, and without exception, they have all stunk. I mean literally. San Francisco didn't have far to fall to hit bottom, but they made the leap anyway, and the last time I was there just a few months ago, the stench of human excrement was pervasive.

I must say, when I first heard the term "Sanctuary city", I had a completely different set of expectations, and while not all of them were "clean"...

...none of them included having to weave carefully to avoid literally stepping in human crap.

I guess that's just my white privilege talking.

That picture of Jessica 6 was found at what may just be my next big internet time-sink: Space 1970. "Celebrating the Science Fiction Films & Television of the Polyester Era."

Back when entertainment more pure, and you didn't have to have 20% of a movie's dialogue dedicated to the social "injustice" that is all the current rage amongst the ever wilting intellectual class.

I rarely go see any movies in the theater anymore because of this. I actually have better luck in B-movies. Just saw something recently that I would highly recommend. A zombie flick (yes, I know... here he goes with zombies again)... but wait, it's different, but also the same.

It's an Australian flick called Wyrmwood, Road of the Dead, and I swear to you, it is far better than you have any right to expect, much less deserve. Yeah, it's got that guy in it that I think must be contractually mandated to be in every Australian flick
but admit it, you love him every time you see him.

Here's the trailer:

Anyone paying attention to the EMT today would have noted that this weekend was dedicated to the proposition that my body is subject to any abuse in the pursuit of a better landscape.

And I almost wish that was a euphemism for pedicures, body hair removal and perfumes.

Alas, I am both too manly...

...and too married to be allowed to enjoy the soft lifestyle of "modern man", and instead spend far more time than I'd care to admit digging holes, filling holes, building raised beds, rebuilding bad first attempts at raised beds, roto-tilling, post-hole digging... well, you get the picture.

My goal is to someday have several manicured areas on the property that are fairly self-sufficient, outside of some occasional weeding and the application of fresh mulch.

So I'd love Buchart Gardens...

I'd take a pretty well cared for median...

...And I'll probably get heat stroke and debilitating muskuloskeletal pain.

This episode of ONT was brought to you (mostly) commercial free courtesy of the generous donations of people like you. *

Also brought to you by pain.

* Yes, the term "you get what you paid for" is clearly applicable.

posted by Open Blogger at 08:30 PM

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