there is no need for me to buy a $300 out-of-print book, because I’VE ALREADY GOT ONE!
<french knight’s voice>we’ve already got one! it’s very nice!</french knight’s voice> 😈
printed books are the best! 👍👍
oh, by the way…
Monthly Archives: November 2025
here come the hell-idays… 😒
okay, so we’re having “friends-giving” at our house. in attendance will be the burkes, scott and nancy, my mother-in-law, also nancy, whose presence at a holiday gathering at our house a few years ago resulted in an extreme disagreement between myself and my racist bitch M-I-L which resulted in my isolating myself in my office, and ending the “salamandir taxi service” that she had enjoyed up until that time, and leanna aker, whose husband (ross) is in california with his father, who has cancer… and it is my recollection that, a few years ago, there was another “incident” at “friends-giving” at the aker’s residence, involving monique and her mother, which resulted in leanna getting REALLY pissed off at them — it’s also possible that the racist bitch part of my M-I-L was involved, but i have a notoriously faulty memory, especially for really unpleasant social situations, so i’m not 100% certain… apparently, monique and leanna have “talked it out” and, allegedly, nobody is pissed off at anyone, any longer, but…
basically, we’re having my mother-in-law AND a person who has been really pissed off at monique, at our house FOR A HOLIDAY MEAL… 🤯😖
this whole thing is happening thursday. 😒 and both my circus class AND my unicycle class are cancelled, this week, because of the holiday, and, because of the fact that the panto performances (remember them?), i only have one more unicycle class before the first of the year, and i HAVE TO remember to tell john that! HAVE TO!!
oh, also the birthday of this blog is this sunday, the 30th… it’s some random years old, now… i’m not inspired enough to check what it is. 😒
post native-american-day update: there was no blatant arguing or pissed-off-ness from anyone, although i WAS drafted into giving my M-I-L a ride home, which is the first time she has been in my car in four years.
i’m still not totally comfortable with her being in my car, because, while she was “perfectly nice and normal” on the way home, she was also “perfectly nice and normal” the last time, right up until the point where she said some things that were EXTREMELY thoughtless and racist, and, while she shut the fuck up when i called her out on her racism and thoughtlessness, she wasn’t certain WHY i was calling her out, and, apart from offering me a shallow apology for pissing me off, i don’t think she was totally aware of WHY what she said was so offensive, nor is she CURRENTLY aware of why what she said was so offensive, and she certainly hasn’t actually CHANGED the way she thinks. it was blatantly obvious to me that the only reason she was being so nice to me was because she didn’t want me to get pissed off at her again, and not because what she thinks is objectionable.
WHICH IS FINE WITH ME: let her think what she wants to think! it’s not up to me to decide what is ignorant, racist, or objectionable, for her!
BUT IT IS ALSO not “necessary” for ME to provide her with an easy means of getting to and/or from my home… or an easy means of picking up junk from a church that she thinks she’s going to be able to re-sell, and delivering it to her… and that sort of thing… which has become more and more common, recently.
the ONLY reason i have been doing those things is because i don’t want to raise a fuss WITH MONIQUE! and i will be CERTAIN to discuss these things with her, BEFORE the next time i will be expected to do them again! 😒
😮
So, stealing money from people, uuh, like, it’s not stealing, it is a trick. Like you’re kind of fake, people can not understand, motherfucker, fuck off.
i wasn’t prepared for this level of honesty — i’m not entirely certain that HE was prepared for this level of honesty… 😮
that people are taken in by this kind of scam says as much about the victims as it does about the perpetrators. 😒
donald drumpf in hell!
no, unfortunately, he hasn’t died — YET — but, courtesy of Bacchus and the ErosBlog…
So Donald Trump dies and he goes to hell. And when he gets there, he meets the devil, Mr. Satan himself.
And Satan says to him, listen, you’re definitely meant to be here, but we don’t have any room for you. So in order for us to accept you in, we’re gonna have to let somebody go. He says, but I’m gonna make it fair, and I’m gonna let you choose who gets to leave. So come with me.
So he takes Trump to three different doors, and he says, behind one of these doors is somebody you can set free and take their place. But like I said, I’m gonna let you make the decision.
So Donald Trump opens the first door and he sees Barack Obama, and he’s jumping off a diving board, landing in a pool, getting out of the pool, getting on the diving board and jumping back in. And he’s doing it over and over, repeatedly. And Trump goes, you know, I… I don’t think I can. You know, I don’t think I can do this for eternity. So, no, I don’t think I can do this.
Satan says, all right, we’ll check door number two. So he opens up door number two, and Richard Nixon is in there, and he’s got a hammer and he’s breaking rocks. And he just keeps breaking rocks, breaking rocks just consistently. Like, he breaks one rock, another rock appears. And Trump goes, you know, I got a bad shoulder. You know, golf injury, can’t be doing that either. So let’s go back to, uh… Let’s go check door number three.
So Satan takes him to door number three. And he opens the door and Bill Clinton is strapped to a bed. And Monica Lewinsky comes in and does what Monica Lewinsky was famous for doing, over and over and over again. Trump goes, no, yeah, I think I could… Yeah, I think I can handle this! I could get used to this. So, yeah, I’ll take door number three.
Satan smiles a big smile. Then he says all right, Monica! You’re free to go.
And… scene!
this is different…
i took four clones, three days ago, and have kept them covered and sprayed them twice a day, and they’re ALREADY looking FAR better than the last clones did… to the point where i may have actually created four clones, instead of three, or two… or one…
rather as i suspected, but i didn’t expect them to be as vigorous as they obviously are… despite the fact that they’re clones i originally took from the most vigorous plant that i grew from seed, over the summer, and (probably) BECAUSE OF the fact that i’m actually doing it RIGHT this time…
who knew?
also, my next-door neighbour gave me a pint jar of buds that came from the 12-foot plant that i got from darol in april… PLEASE! I DO NOT NEED ANY MORE WEED!!! 🤣🤣🤣
seryate
soaking rockwool cubes in preparation for cloning.
the one remaining space queen clone that i currently have in the light booth is preparing for transfer to flowering lights. once cloning occurs — some time within the next few days, if everything stays calm — and everybody is stable, it will happen.
sigh…
i am not preparing to have a very large harvest this time, because 1) i’m just coming away from a HUGE harvest from the summer (nine plants), and a decent harvest from the fall (two plants), 2) because it’s winter, and 3) because, in spite of everything else, i STILL have issues with the nursery that i’d REALLY LIKE to address, before i start “cranking it out”, namely electrical wiring, and ventilation. 😉
eventually…
i have decided that the majority of the nine plants i produced over the summer (seven of them) is going to my son. that way i won’t have to deal with it, apart from drying and de-stemming, and he’ll get a treat for xmas. 🎅 (that’s supposed to be santa claus, in case it’s not obvious.) i’ve already filled one gallon ziplock bag, and am about a quarter of the way towards a second gallon ziplock bag… and i’ve still got A LOT that’s still hanging, and needs to be de-stemmed. 😉
grump! 🤨
this is me being an old, grumpy technician who steadfastly refuses to learn “new” technology, simply because it’s new.
“why?” i hear you ask…
BECAUSE IT DOESN’T WORK!! that’s why! 😒
30 years ago (my gawd, has it really been that long??), i was a designer in a small, local print shop. we did offset printing, because, in those days, “digital” printing was expensive, sporadic, inconsistent, frequently only available in one colour (black), and not always available. i learned how to set type by hand, in the mid-1970s, and then on a linotype, in the early 1980s. there was no vast array of typefaces (what are now, erroneously, called “fonts”), and there WAS NO “backspace” key: if you made a mistake, you had to dump the entire line of type and start over. when computers took over from more manual methods of typesetting, i was thrilled, because it took A LOT of the really hard work out of offset printing. i slowly learned how to do all of the “manual” stuff on the computer, increased my output by orders of magnitude, and couldn’t imagine how it could get any faster or easier.
these days, i REALLY miss the old ways… and, by “old ways” i mean the processes that we used for printing 30 years ago: “Ready, Set, Go” (the predecessor of Quark Xpress), macromedia freehand… photoshop that was installed via CD-ROM…
today, i spent ALL DAY going back and forth with a client who sent me what turned out to be a 4″x6″ postcard. she sent me two .pdf files: the front was 4.0625″x5.3125″ and the back was 3.46875″x5.5625″, and she couldn’t figure out how to change it… or even notice that the back and the front were different sizes. 🙄 after going back and forth with her THIRTEEN TIMES, by email, over the course of the day, it turned out that she was using InDesign to do the design work, and InDesign saves files as .pdf by default. problem is that .pdf files CAN BE rather inconsistent in their presentation of measurements and dimensions, and .pdf files created by InDesign have even more problems with even more nit-picky little details… which most people don’t notice, because A LOT of the pre-press jobs don’t exist any longer, because of the growing predominance of digital printing.
but, what i do is NOT digital printing. i HAVE TO have precise measurements, and a different colour mode than digital printers, because what i am printing HAS TO be colour-separated, to print on stock that is NOT AVAILABLE to local digital printers.
i’m REALLY GLAD i no longer have to set things “two-up” or “four-up”, because that would push the job over into the “intolerable” mode that got me out of the printing business in the first place.
i run a mac laptop with MacOS 10.7.5, photoshop CS6, and Quark 7. my mac laptop doesn’t connect to internet (any longer), and i have to “sneaker-net” a USB drive from the mac to the linux box where i actually communicate with clients — a wise, old linux guru, once, told me that “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” and i listened to him… because if i had upgraded ANYTHING on that mac laptop, at ANY TIME in the past, i would, very likely, NO LONGER be able to be a print-broker for people. it works for what i need it to do, and i know how to use it to make it do the things i need it to do. if i had upgraded ANYTHING, there is the distinct probability that i would NOT be in such a strong position.
my client is an artist. she is very definitely NOT “computer savvy”, which is fine… but every chance she has had, she has upgraded her computer (and, honestly, who could blame her), BUT… she doesn’t have a computer that she KNOWS any longer, and, as a result, she doesn’t know how to do things on her computer… she sometimes THINKS she knows how to do stuff, and, USUALLY, she’s right… or “right enough”… but, sometimes, she’s not only wrong, but she’s dramatically wrong in a way that she doesn’t notice, and, when i get involved, i not only have to figure out what went wrong, and fix it, but i have to figure out what went wrong with her computer, which doesn’t do things in a consistently understandable way… because it runs “the latest software”… 😒
nursupd
and i got five quart mason jars JUST of space queen buds from the previous batch. the rest — a mix of random, who knows what predominantly sativa strain, and darol’s heavily sativa strain from bellingham — is probably going to go to ezra, as an xmas present…
FLASHBACK to when ezra was around 3 years old… walking unsteadily, learning to talk… katharyn was living next to whatcom falls park, and we went up the street to bloedel-donovan park with ezra, for a picnic lunch. when we got there, they had just aerated the lawn, and there were little plugs of turf all over the place. when ezra alighted from his stroller, he went around picking up plugs of turf, and bringing them back to us, saying “dopes? dopes?” 🤣
but, seriously, it gives me a way to get rid of the MASSIVE QUANTITIES of weed i have hanging around the house. 🙄 it’s what i get for growing NINE plants this summer… from now on, i’ll raise as many clones as i can, but i will be a lot more ruthless about culling the weak ones, early on. i’ve got one clone left in the light booth, but i’ll get a lot more clones from that, when the time comes, and, honestly, at this point, i don’t really NEED MORE weed. 😉