A Delivery of Hope

. [I'm so sick of approaching most strangers in public. Whereas a year ago you'd have exchanged a smile or a hello or you might even have had a conversation, now when you approach someone you give them a wide berth and they you. You're lucky if they even make eye contact with you, and you can't tell if they're smiling because of the fucking masks. There's this "STAY AWAY FROM ME" vibe that you can really feel. It's deplorable. What it also is is the coming of the Beast System. We're there. The good news is that people are waking up. You damn sure don't wake up overnight, and it's a very painful process, but nevertheless people are waking up.] [One such person came by the other day. I ordered delivery and they sent a very nice and very attractive woman. I grabbed her photo and did all kinds of stuff to it to hide her identity, because I'm sure she violated protocol and she's the last person I'd want to get in trouble. I really wanted to post it because I really dimmed it and blurred it a bit and did other effects so you coudn't tell who it was, only that she had a very beautiful smile, but the background was very distinct. I may be paranoid but I want to protect her identity. I know who she is and that's all that really matters anyway.] [There was a knock at the door and my dog and I answered. There stood a very attractive woman. Right off the bat she earned serious bonus points- she wasn't wearing a mask. It was so nice to see a stranger's smile for a change. Instantly I got a really good vibe from her. My dog gave her the "family wag" so I knew she was cool, and probably had dogs of her own. Sure enough she leaned down to pat Mr. B and started telling me about her dogs. I asked her if she ever used treats and she said she used them every day. I told her about mine and she perked up when she heard the word "organic." I knew she was cool.] [I told her that if she'd give me half a minute to grab a baggie I'd load her up a sample, and she said she'd love some. "It may be violating policy" I said, "but you're welcome to come in for a second." "I'm not afraid" she said, and walked right in. What a concept. "I'm really glad to hear that" I said. "I noticed you weren't wearing a mask" I said. "Masks don't protect you from anything" she replied. "You're awake, aren't you?" I asked. "Yep" she replied. "I hate to see everyone living in fear" she continued. "Well, I'm glad to see it's not quite everyone" I said. She held out her hand and I shook it. Hallelujah. I wanted to give her a hug and I bet she'd have accepted.] [I was thrilled to meet her and I think she was pleased to meet me too. She was ten years younger, which is certainly not out of my wheelhouse. I seriously can't believe it but I didn't look for a ring, and that's standard procedure. I need to tighten-up my game. She's exactly the type of woman I'd be looking for, at least from the initial meeting. She's probably married with three kids but you never know. I sure made sure to give her my contact info along with a generous sample of dog treats. Maybe I should've told her I can cook for humans too. That usually impresses the ladies. I'll probably never see her again but it sure was a breath of fresh air meeting her. What's even better is that she's a charming and pleasant woman who certainly appears to have her act together, and she's the kind of person people will listen to. She could wake me up, that's for damn sure.] [Cheers, awake sister. It was great meeting you. Maybe we'll talk again soon, but if not I'm glad you're in this world. God bless.]

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Weather Boner (tempestas protelo rigida)

This is from an Arkansas TV station. I'm guessing it's a set-up but apparently it aired. It's still pretty funny, and Jessica the gnarly weatherperson handled it beautifully, as it were. Hot and sticky indeed.

Stuff that Never Happened: The Four-Screen Movie Theater

I love seeing old shorts, newsreels, magazine articles and such that tried to predict the future. This image is from about a century ago and shows the concept of a four-screen movie theater. Nowadays you could do this with LED screens and a lot of money, and maybe some people have, but with the technology back then they'd have had to have a huge building built around the theater area itself to allow for space for rear-projection projectors. You'd probably have to add a couple of stories or more above the main room to allow for the ceiling projector. I doubt anyone would have wanted to spend the money to make that happen but it would've been really badass. It would've been an emersive experience. It reminds me of the time many Moons ago when my buddy George from California was living here. One evening we decided to eat (a lot of) shrooms and go see the classic Mel Brooks flick "Silent Movie." We ended up getting way too high to watch a crazy movie that was trippy to begin with, in a packed theater. We should've just left and gone out into the woods and caught the movie another time, but it was fascinating to watch a movie that high, and we couldn't tear ourselves away. We ended up causing a bit of a scene, but luckily most people figured out what was going on and that we were high as fuck and it ended up being hilarious. In the 70s it wasn't uncommon for people to be tripping balls in a movie theater, and most people got a laugh out of it. What was wild is that I couldn't tell where the screen ended and where the rest of the theater began. The whole room was the screen. It was almost like we'd blasted right into the movie. It's hard to describe but it was intense, and a lot like this theoretical theater from 100 years ago. Why spend all that money for four giant screens and four projectors and a NASA-sized building...just give everyone a handful of shrooms when they buy their tickets. Just kidding. Great memory. It sure was a lot like this picture. Seeing as how we made it out without being kicked out of the theater or having the cops called, it was a remarkable experience. I'm glad for it. I'll have to send George this photo.

Glitch

Either there's a major glitch in this OS, or maybe my dumb ass accidentally clicked something that changed the format to basic HTML or computer code or whatever it is, although why on Earth anyone but a computer programmer would ever want to do that I don't know, or they're finally shutting me down. I hope not. Maybe I can figure it out but so far it ain't happening and it sucks. Have a nice day. :)

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The Russian Food Situation: Hooray

I just found out something cool that I didn't know, which makes this a good day, and this is especially good. Say what you will about Putin but he's a brilliant mofo. For the record he says he won't take the "poke." Good for him! Anyway sometime back he announced that he wanted Russia to become the biggest organic growers in the world, and I think they've reached their goal. I applaud them. That one move ensured that the citizens there will be healthier, as will their children. Attaboy Vladimir. 

 I also just found out that fully 40% or more of the nation's food supply still comes from small backyard farms called Dachas. It was once that way in this country but of course we lost that a century ago. I can tell you this much- if we don't wise-up and get back to that lifestyle, some people are going to go hungry. Hearing this makes me want to move to Russia immediately, although I really wouldn't want to get into drinking vodka again just to have friends. I'm stuck here anyway. I'm dreaming.

 

 This is a cottage on a Dacha. Imagine if you could live in a place like this. I know it's not some people's cup of tea but I think I could make it work just fine. It's a lot like what I've imagined as a great house to live in, although not necessarily so "Russian," although this place is badass. I always wanted a straw-bale home. It sounds like something out of the Three Little Pigs but it's actually one of the best construction styles known to man, plus it's a great look if you're into stucco.

 It's totally fireproof, bug-proof and the R-factor (insulation value) is something like R-47, which is incredible. They take very little energy to heat and cool. It would have a "living roof," which basically means that instead of shingles you have a garden on your roof. How cool is that? You lay down the normal tar paper and plywood as usual but then you add a layer of soil and moss and lay chicken wire over it. You can plant grass, tomatoes, herbs, strawberries or whatever you want on your roof, plus again the insulation would be off the charts. 

 Part of the structure would be underground, which would help it blend into the landscape, save on energy and for soundproofing. It would have fiber-optic skylights, or maybe even real ones. That's where the studio would be. I'd install pipes underground, where it stays around 65-degreesF all year, install fans and have mostly a passive HVAC system, plus a small heater or a fireplace system. Blowing 65-degree air into the house would be warn in Winter and cool in Summer. You wouldn't need an AC unit. Maybe that will be my home in Heaven, 'cause it probably won't be here on Earth (sigh).

 Anyway I got sidetracked looking at this Dacha crib and wondering what it would be like to live there, or somewhere very similar. In any case good for the Russians. Back in the 70s when I got into all this I'd naively hoped that by now this country would operate like Russia is doing, but that way the Monsatan company couldn't have sold all that Roundup. The Russians said fuck that shit. They're smart. I'm telling you...we should go back to this system. If you can, plant a garden. You're welcome.