Neanderpundit

Oglet: I smell bacon.
me: You’re probably anticipating breakfast tomorrow
Oglet: No, I think you accidently turned on your heated seat again
me: Oh, yeah, i did. Sorry.

that there is somewhere out there that the bacon is better than at Borkholder Dutch Village, but if there is, I don’t think I’ll be going there, hell owes me too much.

Last time we went, we succumbed to the siren song of the Bacon at Borkholder, and I very nearly transcended mortality and became a level seven Operating Thetan.

Well, I did just about OD on pork fat. Anyone who wants to, we’ll be showing up for the breakfast around nine local and then going into the gunshow after the initial rush dies down some. If you don’t, I’l eat your bacon, which is the platonic ideal of bacon.

I will be having it delivered to me by a hot broad in a gold bikini.

A great horned owl is hoo-hoo-hoo hooo hoooing away, and her mate, answering, and obviously growing excited as he does. It’s really a lovely sound, if you’re not superstitious or five. I love to hear them hooting away.

They’re also very territorial,I’ve stood out in the yard and hooted and had them come swooping at me as if to defend their turf.

I have a good respect for the raptors, and these are among the coolest.