Things I’ve learned
Marmite doesn’t work on twinkies.
Pipesmoking is ok, but to a cigarrette smoker, the large bowl makes it drag on too long. The Japanese use a thing called a Kiseru, which is a lot like a one-hitter. They still make the things.
People who are about to die, and don’t want to, will fight surprisingly hard.
Having broken the ten commandments, I tried to move on to the 613 mitzvot, but I don’t know where I’d get a caananite slave, or a yid’oni. I can, on the other hand, apparently reverse my circumcision. FGM, unfortunately, remains irreversible. A remarkable number of people still consider the two comparable surgeries.
Home repairs and Schroedinger’s cat share a remarkable number of similarities.
People, having come to erroneous conclusions, will die rather than listen to reason. often, this is the preferred outcome.
Headless, furless mice are icky. I just learned this yesterday!!! And I didn’t even have to experience the ick firsthand to understand the ick.
I loathe argumentativeness. Discord makes me physically ill. Sometimes, though, you have to butt heads, because it’s sometimes possible to get others to open their eyes who stubbornly refuse to see things my way the truth.
Some people are very good at making hard decisions about things that need to be done.. Example: “Og’s a nice guy, and all, but made into jerky he’ll feed us all through the winter” I might not personally like the outcome, but I can respect the reason and the intent. Making hard decisions is a big chunk of life.
If you wait until it’s bone dry to put all your grass clippings and mulch waste and roten tree bark into paper bags at the curb, it will rain that very day.
That very day will also be the very first day of IMTS, and you will stand around in the boiling heat and humidity while nobody does a damned thing until 5:00 and then all hell will break loose.
I have never been interested in accolades, awards irritate me, recognition annoys me, and I shun any anouncement of my affairs good bad or otherwise. Most of the things I do, outside of the meaningless drivel I post here, I keep to myself. Almost nobody knows anything about me at all, and given some prompting, people will line up to criticize me. I find it amusing.
Never make threats. You never know when beavis will show up. I always need some TP for my bunghole.
Wrangler jeans actually fit me. levis do not. Sure, wrangler has the heavy seam on the outside so it makes riding a horse or a motorcycle easier on the skin, but the critical bit is the zipper- the zipper on Wranglers goes down far enough that I can present the equipment without any fear of strangulation. The zipper on the Levis seems to be designed for men whose penis is attached to their bodies in the general vicinity of the navel.
Wrangler jeans actually fit me. levis do not.
So much for the Gay Blogger of The Year award.
You knew I was going to beat you again.
You have learned quite a bit. But having the “making you into jerky” and “the hard decisions as a big chunk of life” in the same paragraph translated into “making Og into a big chunk of jerky” in my still not fully-functional mind.
But if we combine possible Og-jerky with the “Schroedinger’s Cat” we’ll never really know if it’s actually Og or if it’s jerky unless we open the dehydrator.
My head is hurting now.
And that damn Levis zipper is sharp also…
“I have never been interested in accolades, awards irritate me, recognition annoys me, and I shun any anouncement of my affairs good bad or otherwise.”
Wow. I think we were separated at birth. And you got most of the nutrients. Hence, the reason you can’t fit into a pair of Levis.
Og, if you have even ONE gene predisposing you to gout, that Marmite will cause you more pain than ten ex-wives. Yeasty beasties can start up a gout attack where none would have ever started, and brewer’s yeast is the worst, with Marmite so similar, it must be a no-no as well.
I have been told I have gout, and I take allopurinol by the gallon, but I don’t ever have what most would consider a “Conventional” gout flareup. I sometimes have very manageable pain in my right foot, but I cannot correlate it to any consumption. I eat marmite by the jar.
i do also occasionally eat gallons of cherries.
And if you open the dehydrator, you change the outcome!
Start drinking now, Midwest; it might help.
Wrangler jeans also COST less than Levis do, at least in my experience.
After Levis decided they were “designer” jeans the whole brand went to shit. IMHO.