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Speaking of which...

Danzig's Evil Bricks

I felt kinda bad laughing at some of this one when I ran across it just recently. Especially given the state of my own house, and let's just say that the guy has never come across as the most neurotypical bat in the belfry either.

But, laugh I did. And am again, looking at it enough to share it.

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We really are getting to be Those Old People now.

Friday, I totally intend to take the bus down to the Rockstage at this year's Malmöfestivalen, to check out Glanzig: a Misfits/Danzig tribute band from Gothenburg. Which has apparently been going as a rather sporadic side project since '94. ��

It's free, and they do seem to have about the sense of humor you'd hope from people performing as Glanzig. Which, given the Swedish love for puns, I am choosing to interpret that way.

(Glenn Danzig is the kind of dickhead who has always seemed to take himself way too seriously; meanwhile, at least 99% of the fanbase is taking the piss while enjoying the sound regardless.)

But, that little tangent aside? The next evening's program also includes a RATM tribute band.

On one hand, a lot of the acts do seem to be firmly aimed at Gen X for a change with about anything--and I have some ideas about who might have been handling booking there! OTOH...yeah. 🥴

Whatever. I do intend on hauling my decrepit ass down to that park to listen to a tribute act.

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turns out it was cause they were just straight up eating the poisoned food out of rat traps which has a blue dye in it and had just developed a near total immunity another W for the glorious hog

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In other news: My hands are still stupid. But, they feel at least marginally less so than the last session. Which is kinda the point.

Also, I probably should have started off playing any guitar lefty in the first place. It really does feel better.

Are you the kind of weirdo who lives in an apartment building, and still wants to practice an electric instrument in the middle of the night? There's technology for that! Thankfully.

Also, now featuring an audio line into the headphone amp, to feed any other sound you want--like music to play along with, and/or actual lessons!--though there too.

Some newer models use Bluetooth for both, but I have this one and the laptop that I can use. Also, one mostly working phone old enough to still boast a headphone jack.

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Are you the kind of weirdo who lives in an apartment building, and still wants to practice an electric instrument in the middle of the night? There's technology for that! Thankfully.

Also, now featuring an audio line into the headphone amp, to feed any other sound you want--like music to play along with, and/or actual lessons!--though there too.

Some newer models use Bluetooth for both, but I have this one and the laptop that I can use. Also, one mostly working phone old enough to still boast a headphone jack.

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Like a new friend!

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I never saw people say stuff like this enough when I was a teenager, so I’m saying it now.

I’m in my mid-thirties and I have never had sex. I’ve thought about it and could have had one or two opportunities if I put in more effort, but I always decided against it because I just wasn’t into it at the time.

I can safely say that I do not feel I have missed out on anything. I was perfectly capable, by myself, of learning about my own body and boundaries without anyone else there to muddy the waters. The immense pressure that was there in my teens/twenties to Have Sex Just Do It is basically gone. I’m vibing. I’ve got my routine by myself in bed that I enjoy, and that’s enough for me.

And in the unlikely event that I ever decide to have sex with someone in the future, I don’t feel at all like I’m lacking some essential Knowledge or Skill that would “make it good” for someone else. I fully expect to ask my partner out loud what they like and to receive an answer clearly communicated and to relax and have fun. And if it’s a disappointing experience, I’m fine with that too. It is what it is.

Sex is just not that big of a deal. I suspected it as a teen, and I’m more sure of it now. It’s fine to have it or not have it. It’s whatever.

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Thieves Guild

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Lets be sandy with mama

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Fully mixed up, with the yeast in now. This batch should come out in the 10.5-11℅ ABV range. It sure was smellung good, starting out. I can weight the bag down with another jar if I have to, we'll see.

I mentioned maybe making that batch with the half a small melon and whatever was left in that old bag of freezer strawberries, and here it comes before the melon goes weird!

Just scooped out like if you were eating a cantaloupe with a spoon, but into a bowl instead of my mouth. Strawberries starting to thaw in the background.

The tentative plan:

Plus yeast, the usual extra nutrients for it, and enough water to top it up to 4L. I am indeed trying making some invert syrup, which the yeast can eat more easily. I did mess up a little and had to boil it a lot longer to evaporate the extra water I put. (Halving the sugar amount, but not the water. Oops.)

I'm also going extra redneck engineering here, and trying out that small fine-ish mesh laundry bag as a brewing bag to hold the fruit pulp so it's easier to get out again. It's nylon too like most of the ones sold for brewing, so why not. Planning to weight it down with that jelly jar, sanitized.

Thinking a white wine yeast might be good for this concoction, I really don't know. Couldn't really make it worse.

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Got almost 2L of juicy goodness there.

I mentioned maybe making that batch with the half a small melon and whatever was left in that old bag of freezer strawberries, and here it comes before the melon goes weird!

Just scooped out like if you were eating a cantaloupe with a spoon, but into a bowl instead of my mouth. Strawberries starting to thaw in the background.

The tentative plan:

Plus yeast, the usual extra nutrients for it, and enough water to top it up to 4L. I am indeed trying making some invert syrup, which the yeast can eat more easily. I did mess up a little and had to boil it a lot longer to evaporate the extra water I put. (Halving the sugar amount, but not the water. Oops.)

I'm also going extra redneck engineering here, and trying out that small fine-ish mesh laundry bag as a brewing bag to hold the fruit pulp so it's easier to get out again. It's nylon too like most of the ones sold for brewing, so why not. Planning to weight it down with that jelly jar, sanitized.

Thinking a white wine yeast might be good for this concoction, I really don't know. Couldn't really make it worse.

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Men when they see toilets : I refuse to pee my piss into this big open hole part. Hmmm.. The floor will do me nicely.

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I mentioned maybe making that batch with the half a small melon and whatever was left in that old bag of freezer strawberries, and here it comes before the melon goes weird!

Just scooped out like if you were eating a cantaloupe with a spoon, but into a bowl instead of my mouth. Strawberries starting to thaw in the background.

The tentative plan:

Plus yeast, the usual extra nutrients for it, and enough water to top it up to 4L. I am indeed trying making some invert syrup, which the yeast can eat more easily. I did mess up a little and had to boil it a lot longer to evaporate the extra water I put. (Halving the sugar amount, but not the water. Oops.)

I'm also going extra redneck engineering here, and trying out that small fine-ish mesh laundry bag as a brewing bag to hold the fruit pulp so it's easier to get out again. It's nylon too like most of the ones sold for brewing, so why not. Planning to weight it down with that jelly jar, sanitized.

Thinking a white wine yeast might be good for this concoction, I really don't know. Couldn't really make it worse.

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>be me >22 year old baby trans in the Most Serene Republic of Greater Caliphornia, year of our lord 2069 >no talents or skills aside from a mastery of the Hissatsu Ougi >(my parents were transphobic ninjas) >like not to brag but I am so unbelievably good at stabbing people >doesn’t exactly qualify me for a desk job tho >too many brain problems for UBI qualifications >wtf the U stands for ‘universal’ how do I not qualify for something universal >whatever fine >try to become a hit(wo)man for los Norteños, they kick me out once they learn I’m actually filipina >(yes my parents were filipino ninjas don’t worry about it) >run into middle-aged academic lady named Maria who’s apparently a big name with the Poaster’s Guild >somehow charm her with my complete lack of skills, charisma, and/or personal hygiene >she says I should join the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle >I do >grad school TA milfs dress me up while I ramble about swords >I’m in heaven >until some lady starts asking me questions about some shit I don’t know anything about >wait this isn’t swords >panic >”uhh… sure?” >”hmm I see interesting” >next day people start acting colder to me >what >ask Maria wtf is going on >apparently I got tricked into taking a stance on some contentious discourse topic and now everyone’s saying I’m a crypto-nobunaguista >said it was probably Vycky, apparently she’s jealous of the attention I’ve been getting >bump into Vycky later that day >instincts kick in >stab her >wait shit oh shit shit shit that wasn’t Vycky >I can’t just stab some random girl and then leave tho, that would send the totally wrong message >and also morally wrong or whatever >drop random girl off at the hospital >fucking. Vycky is there in the hospital lobby >too many witnesses around >I decide that the only rational response to this chain of events is to leave the Westphalian Polycule of Seattle without saying a word to anyone >and steal a bunch of estrogen on my way out >ontheroadagain.VR

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they should really warn you ahead of time about how much of adult life hinges on being able to navigate other Ppls childhoods. Like lot of the time in order to complete a task or even just communicate effectively you need to get a sense of ‘wtf happened to this guy in high school’

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Time to wiggle like you have never wiggled before.