Uncle Spike

Current thing that makes me excited: homemade dehydrated fermented hot sauce mash powder.

Damn, that's a mouthful. Apparently it's super delicious. I seldom make fermented hot sauce. I don't have a dehydrator. Also don't have a spice grinder. But just the idea seems so neat.

Today I shake my fist at a website for using "discrete" when "discreet" was called for. Yesterday it was at mixing up "wary" and "weary" on a post here.

I'm getting very peeved at such errors nowadays. My kingdom for a magic wand to make corrections...especially for experts in their field.

The more I see in this world, the less I think of him as a villain.

Your silly uncle finding out what he thinks the whole of civilization has known for quite a while. Please take pity on his poor addled brain. He also forgot to get coffee and pasta sauce at the store today.

So, as the kids are tiring of saying, I was today years old when...

...I found out Jonathan Bailey is gay. He never set off my gaydar, despite being devastatingly handsome. And I say that as a HUGE Bridgerton fan. (Should I have considered his being in Wicked a hint?)

Ain't it always the way? I'm sorry to hear it. Go lift out your frustration and anger when you can, then eat your feelings. Big bear hugs.

Room with an overstuffed leather chair, a music stand, an amp, headphones, and a sky blue wooden electric Les Paul with an orange strap on a stand.

The room here at home in CA where musical magic happens. Guitar, singing, listening. Today's listening was Nebraska by Bruce Springsteen—the whole album. Gives me shivers, it's so good. Should be required listening for everyone nowadays.
"Well, sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world."

But prunes? They're now one of my favorite foods. seriously. And for the reason you probably suspect. Go eat four prunes and see what you think.
Goddamn it. I'm now an old fogey.

I used to mock the old fogeys who wore golf pants and listened to Frank Sinatra and whose idea of a fun and crazy night was when their prunes kicked in. But goddamn it, I'm now one of 'em. Except I wear aloha shirts and listen to exotica.

Monday morning with coffee (not shown), Mozart, Buddha, and belly. (Buddha does not have the belly in this case.)

For background: I've been quite good about brushing and neglectful about flossing, as I think many of us are. And my dental visits reveal unideal oral health. So I want to see what happens when I flip things around.

Gonna try something new. I think we've been sold the wrong story about dental health...that brushing is more important. For the next month, I'm going to floss every day like clockwork. And I'm gonna brush my teeth for maybe ten seconds a day. Let's see what they say on my next dental visit.

Feeling more and more...ah...my presence on the spectrum lately. Like looking back at my life and having a strong suspicion that people all along have been whispering behind my back, "is he really that deluded? Like...does he not get how off and out of place he is?" It's unnerving.

Denver fall: Gorgeous leaves changing color and beautiful cool weather.
Palm Springs fall: Citrus season begins and beautiful warm weather. (There's also that Pride thing, or so I've been told.)

YouTube video by Odd Todd Laid-Off: A Day in the Life

Back in the late '90s, after college graduation, my friends and I discovered this bit of hilariously sobering cartoonage. Classic Gen X humor. To this day, I still enjoy coffay and cookays.

Plugging in the guitar tonight, I hit some random strings in random ways, and one second later, out of nowhere, I'm playing the opening riff to Day Tripper. Not even one of my favorite songs, and I haven't heard it for months, but damn, it's fun when music strikes like that.

A post that says, "Road trips are prime time to introduce your kids to musical classics. It is through this opportunity that our kids have come to appreciate songs like Mr. Big's "To Be With You," Mariah Carey's "Always Be My Baby," and Starship's "We Built This City" - three of the greatest songs of the last century.

Hoo boy. With parents like these, I'm not sure if the kids will be alright. (Said half-jokingly. And I can't tell if the OP was joking about this or not, either.)

YES AWESOME! May this be the first of many!

Srsly, eating healthy food to stay healthy because "living well is the best revenge" is like being a Mormon teenager who's decided to rebel by going straight edge.

Overeating...
1/3 of a cucumber with hummus
A sliced green bell pepper with homemade eggplant dip.

I'm fucking rage-eating this shit.

If this doesn't shoot my energy to the moon and make me want to destroy all my enemies, I'm coming after the food police with my machetes.*

*May or may not exist

Looks even tighter than what I was wearing to the gym today, and I had a bit of peekaboo belly. Keep the shirt. You'll be grateful.

One, nothing wrong with being a side. I identified as one for a long time and was very happy as such. Does it make you happy? Yes. Does it hurt anyone else? No. Carry on. Two, nothing wrong with being ace. This sort of thing smacks of bottom-shaming. Fuck this guy. Or actually, don't.

Big hugs.

In high school, The Mayor of Casterbridge was one of my favorite books. I picked it back up again last year and found it too difficult. This was sobering.

I honestly blame my addiction to screens and social media. Am currently taking steps to get back to where I was, or as near as possible.

That sounds barbaric. I'm glad it's over and sorry you had to go through it.

Endorsed. Hot damn.

Mmm-hmm. No lies detected.

Green Day – American Idiot – Classic Music Review I swear on a stack of bibles . . . oh, wait, I’m an atheist . . . I swear on a stack of all my favorite albums that this review has nothing to do with recent developments that prove beyond a …

Rediscovering this classic (oh god, did I just say that?) and...yeah. Really enjoying it. No cognitive dissonance here, which kinda hurts to say.

This whole post/essay/analysis is brilliant. Recommended to everyone.

Happy Friday, y'all. Here's my morning view from my cup of coffee. I ain't mad.

Oh, and big gaping hole. Of course.

A raspberry blancmange...a gelatin dessert turned out of a bundt cake pan.

Our hero about to enjoy his first ever blancmange.

Made my first ever blancmange. A raspberry one, so really, perhaps it should be framboisemange. Delicious. Very tart. Brilliant pink. Lovely texture. Quite possibly the gayest dessert I have ever eaten, for many reasons. I look forward to making and eating this again.

Until further notice, this Gen-X kid decrees that this is the best candy in the empire. He shall take no questions. He shall, however, gladly take refills.