farcebook is a great way to loosely keep track of friends and family, but...

...one wearies of its attendant baloney.

For the thousandth time, I do not want to play Lucky Slots.  I don't play slot machines in real life and I have no plan to start.  Yet about once a week, I enter FB and get a message that says "So and So wants you to play Lucky Slots."  Is So and So inviting their entire friends list once a week, or did they tell it to invite their Friends list and Lucky Slots just won't take the hint? Or is So and So telling it to invite me once a week?

I've had about enough of that. 

That's the great thing about blogs: if I go to Tam's blog, it's the Tam Show.  No fillers.  No greasy kidstuff.  No offers to help me with the pesky plague of hairloss.  Just Tam that goes to 11. 

I don't know about this Facebook thing, though.  One tires.

Sposta register for Microbiology at 9am today.

Will be a matter of clockwork and getting in under the wire and the wired. Registration opens at 9 and my connection can be slow. Praying I get the section I want. Fingers crossed.

UPDATE: I didn't make it into the first summer session, but I DID make it into the second one. *whew*.  That's going to be a difficult 5 weeks, but at least I get a rest before then.  Spring semester is over Thursday for Chemistry, and then I'm off until the second week of July. *whew*

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Chooch is on the case!

A new crop of baby bunnies is on the hoof, and Chuy will be ready if any should stray into the back yard. Unknown if he has ingested any this year, but he's pretty stealthy about his meal supplements, too.

What's a'blooming

Catmint is putting on a little display with its variegated fruity little beards and beaming faces on display. The plum colored salvia is a real survivor, as I neglected it much of last year and all of the last 6 months.
Here's to heat- and drought- hardy perennials!!!

Today's shoe choice:

Wheeee!

I need to can turnips and I was just planning to buy a pressure cooker.

I'd better hurry and get one while they are still legal.

I'd give this creator credit if I knew who they were. Beautiful job of succinct ramming home of a point:

I had lunch yesterday with a beautiful musician friend from my university days who is from South Africa.  We talked fashion and gossip about friends and who we know that's making it in the classical music world (she is, but we talked primarily about other people and boyfriends, et al) and who has shot themselves in the foot and who is selling mattresses in Abilene now.  It was very interesting.  One thing we did not talk about was politics.  Early on in my musical training, I learned to step daintily through the minefield of politics when around my creative cohorts, because often emotion reigned supreme and "George W Bush is an idiot, right?" was tacit in pretty much every discussion.

I posted the above poster on my Facebook page and my musician friend sent me a message that surprised and delighted me:

"love love love your post about the dingbats' background check!!! I've been saying this to people for DAYS -- and all these idiots are screaming "background check"
PUH-lease...
It won't make a damn difference...
The CraZies will still get their guns, rifles and pressure cookers somewhere else.
Amen.

She continued:

In SAfr we have pretty strict gun-rules, restrictions, background bla bla bla and yeehaw, honey ----- we're No 1 in the WORLD with homicide gun deaths!  Purposeless.

Wow. I knew she was whip-smart, but, again, I learned take the high road and not judge my creative colleagues for their political views, and to try to have a charitable opinion of them.  Nice to see that one of them gets it.  The sad thing is it sounds like she probably thinks it's Americans who monolithically think gun control is the answer.  In the creative community, it may be. 

At music school in classes and rehearsals and after-parties, the brilliant teachers would lob the occasional depth charges to give everyone the correct, cynical view on whatever was going on in the world so we could all be on the same page.  I mean, we all agree, right?  Right?

I chose my battles.  I chose them elsewhere, because in addition to the pressure to stand on stage and sing like an angel, I didn't have the reserves to fight like a demon backstage for a cause.  My friend, though, gets it, and apparently her intelligence is simply too insulted not to go loggerheads with them.  Plus she's actually lived in a much more violent and stratified culture. I love her for her outspokenness.   Maybe I'd have gone farther with my singing if I'd actually dug in my heels and duked it out with those folks.

I think I need to open my mouth earlier and more often, even if it means I won't get the role I wanted.  Why am I here, anyway?  Common sense will not be common again until more people say it and let more people hear it.

Gunbloggerpalooza

There's going to be several gatherings outside of the NRA convention coming up next week.  One is going to be a group of Pro-2A bloggers on Friday night.   Post a message here if you want me to contact you with the information.  We'd love to see you!

Sunday, Puppy Sunday: Nosie!

The terrible beauty of chemistry

When certain chemicals are on fire, spraying them with water makes them explode. :(

Worried about the folks in West, Texas.

Good, clean fun.

Is it just me or is it fun to see some people looking like they are trying with all their might to suppress the most enormous, pressure-packed fart in the history of

the world?





Yeah. I think so, too.

From the file of premature overconfidence:

After one quick tutor session with my professor, I have four words for you, Stoichiometry*: screen, door, wind and storm.

*I hope I spelled that correctly

I would fain deny that restrooms are places where olfactory offenses occur...

But that cinnamon-spritzing air freshener ain't helping.

Now it smells like cinnamony poo in there.

Matter of fact, can we just avoid food flavors for bathroom air treatment all together??? Why is this not common sense?

Phlegmmy's Lazy Sunday Cheater Beans

Ingredients:

1 halfrack brisket from local BBQ place
1/2 c BBQ sauce from local BBQ place
2 cans garbanzo beans
1 can black beans
1 can kidney beans
1 can navy beans
1 can Ro-Tel
1 can chopped Hatch chiles

Dump canned stuff in crock pot with BBQ sauce. Tear up rib rack and throw it all in the pot, including the bones and gristle. DO NOT throw away the fat. Throw fat in the pot. You're a dullard if you try to un-fat this pot and probably not worthy. Add water so nothing is dry-docked. Vary bean types and can numbers as you prefer, but I will disavow your cheater beans' authenticity if you unfat it. That's cheating for real and I can't be having none of that.

Turn crockpot on High until desired hotness is achieved.

Nom with pups looking on balefully. Give cartilage to pups. Nibble for several days. Contemplate the glory of the elegant interplay of canned beans and pre-cooked meat.
Pet pups and be happy.