It seems silly to worry about polar bears and whales and whatnot, when humans appear to be lining up a Permian Extinction-style wipeout for everyone. But it seems as it humans are rushing toward the freight train screaming “come at me, bro!”
It’s necessary to have people out there to help collect information about what’s happening in the world; ideally they then report on it reasonably honestly.
Score yourself based on honor system.
I’ve spent a bit of time in search for steel wire rope to weld into sharp, pointy things. It’s been a fun quest. I assumed for a long time that the stuff would be all over the place, up here, because of strip-mining and logging.
The Kurds appear to be about to be left in the lurch, again. Although, I am skeptical that the US military will withdraw in any meaningful sense. They’ll withdraw enough to watch our short-term allies get slaughtered.
I’ve been slowly noodling my way through a project, in which I am trying to make some large ornaments, using the water-jet CNC machine at the fabricators’ in Clearfield. It came to me when I was watching Michaelcthulhu make giant swords, and thought, “No, but a giant sword-guard would be kind of neat!”
As I mentioned [stderr] my first attempt at feather damascus was a bust, and left me with a half-split half-welded block of many-layered metal. Some gears in my subconscious clicked and I realized there was some symbolism there in the metal.
Somewhere, in a darkened office-park, the spam author works late into the night, spinning a complex narrative of survival fear and toxic masculinity. Did they find this career, or did it find them?
Macarons (which are different from Macaroons) are these ridiculously expensive little meringue and almond flour cookies. There’s a secret, which is that the are ridiculously easy to make.
Mind-boggling surrealism is the order of the day.