Plan B, it was.
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Plan B, it was.
Q’s van has one really nice feature: it’s long.
Schedules have been squishing around, here. Q was planning on showing up next week but was free now, so he arrived last night. I had a beer and he fried some fungus [chicken of the woods] he picked up in Moshannon state park and we schemed a bit. Having had the experience of nearly crapping myself to death after eating a wild mushroom, I had some heat and eat curry and rice while I watched him prepare his doom.
One of my favorite parts of a project is the final assembly. It’s so gratifying when all the pieces come together and you see your vision, radiant and complete.
Yesterday was an exhausting slog. But I survived and succeeded.
No, I’m not referring to proto-fascist conspiracy theorists. This is much more cheerful. I’ve been posting too much about cops beating the shit out of people so maybe it’s time to focus on something a bit less miserable.
I had not heard of this thing, before, but apparently it’s a new fad: cake that looks like non-cake.
I was a bit unsure about whether to post this, because I’m not doing much that’s interesting, except following other people’s recipes, mostly. But there are perhaps a few things worth noting.
Ant Log turned out very well indeed. It could have been better, but that’s how these things go.
I’m impressed that the lightsabers survive.