Marla made the rub, and I made the ribs. It’s my first batch of ribs, so I think I could have done better. But I’m sure cooking them longer would have been the key.
Month: November 2020
Holy Cats, my Excel is RUSTY. Took me far too long to figure out a MPH equation based on seconds and a distance.
On the plus side: my Exercise Bike Spreadsheet is on point.
Data-Trackers: what kind of data do you capture for your exercise routine?
I’d like for civilization to either crumble so we can start over or begin to advance to something more reasonable than this. Because this is a bunch of crap if you ask me.
I was in a terrible mood, up and down, feeling out of sync, but we finally buckled down and did the holiday decorating. We have a scaled down tree, in an effort to keep things out of reach of the cats, but we got the blow-molds out, and all sorts of other stuff.
The house looks okay. I wish you could improve moods as easily as redecorating.
Well, I’m wide awake again, at what I can only assume is one million o’clock, and it’s very cold. How dumb.
Just a Cat Dad with insomnia.
Well, it must be at least 1 AM, considering how long it’s been dark already, so it’s time for bed.
I made two batches of cookies today: Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip, and Snickerdoodle. Apparently, they are too crispy for Marla, so I guess they’re all mine.
I went to the bathroom in the middle of the night and saw this.
Finished!
My first Thanksgiving dinner. A roasted chicken, roasted vegetables, stuffing, cranberry sauce. I also made a pot of soup with all the leftovers that were in the fridge while I was doing the other stuff.
Now it’s time for Miracle On 34th St.
There was only one band that made consistently great music videos every single time.
MST3K TURKEY DAY MARATHON IS UNDERWAY! DEEP HURTING!
Really, there’s three kinds of guitar players:
1.) Acoustic Only
2.) I use two pedals and one is for tuning
3.) Pedalboard Mania.
I’ve never met a fourth kind.
This used to be next to my favorite record store in Eugene. Are they still going strong, or do they need viagra now, I wonder?
Happy Thanksgiving Eve From Oryx & Crake, happily snuggled into their deluxe penthouse.
Sigh.
I miss being gouged to be entertained.
Who’s streaming what where now, huh?
I made Cranberry Sauce from scratch. I made a lot, actually.
I will sometimes leave the door open while I’m cooking. Sometimes up to 15 minutes at a stretch. My food has never gone bad, and I have never seen an increase in our electric Bill.
I mostly keep it closed. But: it’s worth it to know that no one will ever yell at me to shut a fridge door ever again.
And so I leave it open.
In the interest of following CDC recommendations this year, our annual Thanksgiving show today was replaced by something a bit smaller. There Inches of Pure Pleasure focuses of 3” CD releases, going back over the last decade plus of collecting experimental music. We’re keeping things small for the holidays, here on Mid-Valley Mutations.
I baked pies. The filling is from scratch, even. (Well, I didn’t cook and process a pumpkin from scratch, but Martha actually recommends against that, and says using the can isn’t cheating.) Plus there’s enough that can go wrong with the recipe that this is pretty good for my first pies I’ve ever made.
If you are traveling and getting a group of family / friends together for Thanksgiving… thanks for voting for fascism, jerk.
Is everyone ready for a Ravenous / Cannibal The Musical double feature tomorrow?
I have never been fully green.
But, I’ve never been fully red.
My resting state is yellow / orange when there isn’t a fascist president or a pandemic.
The only difference is that if I don’t focus and keep making new art consistently, then I slip into red almost immediately. I have never lost focus or drive; money and time I loose constantly.
I’ve had trouble sleeping as long as I can remember (age 14-ish), so that’s a poor metric. But conversely: no force in the world has ever killed my appetite, even when I’ve been sick. I’m hungry for my next meal while I’m eating. I don’t believe I’m overweight but I could eat all day if I let myself.
And I avoid interactions with co-workers 100% of the time, so that’s a poor metric, too. But all jobs are bullshit anyway so you should avoid them too.
Also: I have felt lost and out of control pretty much since I hit puberty, and I don’t know how anyone can feel otherwise, honestly.
Man, everything is hard.
I want to feel at peace when I wake up in the middle of the night.
It started raining like crazy and I never made Vegetable Korma, but I made it anyway. And I only made up one spice.
I didn’t get to half of my action item list. Maybe I never will?
Marla: I thought of you.
I made a record with Formaldehydra (Dylan Houser) about how I wish the trees would rise up and rid the planet of certain enemies of nature. I’m very proud of this one. Maybe this is something you’d be into?
I baked some biscuits.
My friend Dylan and I teamed up with Barry at gorbielathecuts.com to make a new record of which we’re all really proud. Here’s all the details. Message me if you have any questions. It’s my second record, and I’m really excited to have a 45 available for my 45th birthday.
https://austinrich.org/2020/11/23/formaldehydra-mini-mutations-split-8-lathe-cut-record/
I made something of which I’m quite proud.
I had to go outside briefly. There were cows. Would not recommend.
#OfficeLife was weird, man.
The correct answers were:
Gary Numan’s Cars
The Who
Pentagram
Flipper
Dead Moon
The “Teenline” series of Power Pop compilations
Motörhead
Nomeansno
The Eyes
Cupid Car Club
All Ya’ll’s Band
The Tape-Beatles
Blue Cheer
Thank you for playing.
November Total: 43,056 words
Today’s Count: 2053 Words
22 Day Average: 1957 Words a day.
Words per rest of the days in Nov to hit 50k by the end of the month: 868
I fell down on the job, so to speak, and only got 1000 words, as I had to handle a few errands that ate a big chunk out of my day. But today I was back onto my 2000 words a day goal.
I would have to really fall down on the job to not get to 50K this year, but I have no idea if I will be able to finish this story in that time. This story is just too big.
I baked some brownies, and messed up the peanut butter swirl. So it’s just peanut butter icing, I guess?
This is the perfect cartoon. All others should aspire to this cartoon ideal.
Iron Maiden
or Iron Maiden?
The Feelies
or Big Star?
Dead Milkmen or Dead Kennedys?
The Who or The Rolling Stones?
The Cars or
The Pretenders?
I roasted a whole chicken, and a bunch of vegetables I found in the house. It came out okay.
Both Trump, the pastor who he often turns to / cites as his moral center, and QANON all embrace a tactic from the Gnostics, a religious variant that believed that all “published” sources couldn’t be trusted, and instead, finding your our evidence of the true source of [God, the consiparcy, whatever] is the only way that you can find the truth.
Now that the election is over, the problem we now have is that 8 Chan is now Trump’s Twitter feed, and as Q drops away and the hatred of those kinds of websites goes mainstream, what we are left with is a demagogue who doesn’t trust the truth and a massive evangelical population who all feel burned by the direction America is heading.
Whatever Trump’s TV Talk Show ends up being in February, it will be riddled with the gnostic mindset to help unite anyone on the right who is slightly racist, slightly religious and / or doesn’t trust “the current systems,” but are afraid voice those ideas that directly.
This might be something worth listening to, if you want to get some insight into how 70 Million Americans can believe in actual quackery.
https://www.wnycstudios.org/podcasts/otm/segments/ancient-heresy-helps-us-understand-qanon-on-the-media
My second tattoo. Because I can only put a permanent mark on my body unless it’s a permanent joke.
Man the future is stupid.
I’m sorry about yesterday.
I was not at my best.
I feel completely at a loss. It seems unlikely that the world will return to a place where I could even find a way to make money, let alone return to anything like my life before. And with our country so broken, it seems only scarier and more insane moving forward.
I’m too emotionally broken for life like this.
I am feeling crazy emotional today.