The Isolated Blurt Thread XXI: Killswitch Edition

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souffles aren't difficult.
conjuring the patience
necessary to make them
often is.

a good mixer
and cleanly separated eggs
don't hurt...
 
..and I lied. d2 to d4 ...same as it ever was. I'm way out of practice. Gotta go with what works. (sometimes)


♫ Letting the days go by
Let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by
Water flowing underground ♫
 
You ever play battleship? Where you call out grid coordinates to score hits on the other guys fleet? It works like that. If you dont already you should get that game for your kids. Dont get the electronic one, go old school. Its good for their minds. Helps with spatial reasoning. Same as chess does. Makes you have to picture the other guys situation in your head.

You can't cheat on electronic battleship.
 
Yet again, my bed has been stolen by the Sleep Thief. I know about Oedipus and all that, but I didn't expect to be gazumped quite so regularly before he's two. :mad:
 
I feel your pain, Des. For tiny things kids sprawl and take up a ton of room.
 
I feel your pain, Des. For tiny things kids sprawl and take up a ton of room.

Goodness me, don't they, though? Room that PMann would doubtless use for storing his 100 dollar bill overflow.

Small goes star-shaped at the earliest possible opportunity. I'm oddly reassured yours are similar.
 
My largesse towards lesser life forms only goes so far. I have trapped and released 2-3 bees in this place every night this week. I suspect there is a hive in the wall. They are generally docile, and I don't wish to either invite bad karma or direct retribution so I instituted a policy of catch and release.

The other night, one of the bastards buzzed me after I released him outside and settled onto my shoulder, looked at me, then took off. I took that as a friendly pat on the shoulder.

I assume there are different bees getting in. Now I am not so sure.

Tonight I trapped a rather irritable fellow after one of his idiot, drone friends smacked himself to death against a light bulb. I tried to release him outside but he wouldn't leave the glass bowl, I gently shook him out. Son of a bee swarmed my face and landed on the side of my face.

I brushed him off. Unscathed, I ducked and bolted for inside. Nervy bastard followed me in! I trapped him again and he is now awaiting a slow death from hypothermia in the freezer. He doesn't sound happy about it.
 
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