If none of these pictures get even a single tear out of you, it’s possible that you’re human only by biological designation.
Author: Marko
them chickens is organized.
I’m a little surprised at how much I enjoy having chickens around. Our ten chicks have turned into ten pullets that are almost fully grown adult hens now. We still have all ten of them—no accidents, predators, or other attrition, although one of them had a run-in with a dachshund that luckily only ended in…
pen-modding.
A fountain pen works via capillary action. It has a roughly leaf-shaped nib that sits on a feed which is connected via channels to the ink supply. Ink will flow out of the supply, through the channels, and then to the tip of the nib, all without the user having to put any pressure on…
the new summertime desk.
At my request, our very handy handyman used some of the old floorboards from the renovation project to make this neat little bar-type shelf on the covered porch area. It’s just the right height for use as a standing desk, and the windows overlook the backyard where the kids and dogs are frolicking. That means…
many paychecks died to bring you these images.
Here are some before & after shots of Castle Frostbite’s entryway. Before: After: The walls still need to be stained, and there’s some minor trim work to be done, but overall it’s pretty much done. Between those two pictures are three weeks, a bunch of poured concrete, and several very large checks written out to…
I like my soda in “fuck you” sized bottles.
When did we reach the point when we considered it acceptable for people to run around and try to tell other adults what size soda they may or may not buy? Of course, the people supporting this kind of paternalistic nonsense will argue that we’re all footing the bill for the health care costs that…
that little french car I used to drive.
I had a Citroen 2CV when I was in my early Twenties, and I remember it very fondly. On paper, it looks like a genuine POS. It had a 27HP two-cylinder engine and a top speed of 70MPH with a tail wind, and the sheet metal of the body was so thin you could push…
unreachable poultry.
The chain link fence is the impenetrable boundary between Dogland (the backyard) and the Poultry Realm (the front yard.) This will go well until the first chicken gets too cocky, flies on top of the fence, and then hops down on the wrong side. Right now, however, the denizens of Dogland are having a collective…
gifts from your neck of the woods.
When we went on our trip to visit the Southern relatives a few weeks ago, we brought with us a large plastic tub full of gifts for the in-laws and all the nieces and nephews. Because we didn’t want to bring stuff that’s readily available in the South, I shopped around for some local things….
those old-timey writing tools.
There’s an interesting article up on the BBC’s website on the rise of fountain pen sales, an unlikely trend in a time where handwriting is on the decline. The article includes an explanation by that Neil Gaiman fellow why he writes with those old-fashioned things these days, and some of it echoes my own reasons…