Moonshine. White Lightning. Corn Liquor. Local Squeezins. This Is Still A Going Thing Here In The Mountains.

!!! STRIDSWAGN SUNDAY !!!

Things they never told you as a child, nor did you think was coming:

You will have a favorite kitchen tool like a spatula or flipper

You will excitedly seek out new cups

You will have a preference as to food storage

You will have a signature dish

Watching the Last of Us, and so far meh. The third episode was masterful, had both of us crying, great story telling at its finest. The rest, basically generic tv action with farcical drama generated by asinine main characters. There's potential, they need to step things up.

My first post. Been a long time since I was on Tumblr. Suppose I should say something portentous and meaningful now.

Cheese is love. Cheese is life. Cheese is the glue that holds burgers and the universe together.

It's the 21st century and I'm dealing with wood heating like it's still pre industrial times. There's supplemental electric heaters for places like the bathroom and a propane burner to keep the roof clear, but otherwise I'm dealing with cords and ricks of splits and rounds. Sharp axe, sharp hatchet, dead blow hammer, splitting wedges, ash can, hearth broom, ash scuttle, aaaaaaaagh.

A tired trope that needs to get flushed:

Intimate partner gaslighting in horror and thriller.

Typical situation: married couple moves to new city (foreign locale where she doesn't speak the language is optional). Husband is distracted by new job/important project/sales meetings and leaves her to her own devices. She exists for a bit so you get that she's a people, and then she notices strange stuff. Some weird dude following her. Honkey shenanigans at the corner grocery. The light fixtures spew black ink and sulphur fumes. Something.

She, having grown up a modern woman and having a Spidey sense on creepers because she's still alive, say to hubby weird shit is going on.

Hubby's automatic reaction is to discount her observations, says she's imagining things, she's overreacting, she's stressed, she's wrong because the stars aren't in alignment, whatever.

Doesn't matter if there's been multiple disappearances in the neighborhood. Doesn't matter if the drawing of the suspect matches the gardener exactly. Doesn't matter that she would have no reason to bullshit. Doesn't matter.

Why not accept that she's seen weird shit? Why not accept the fact that she knows someone is following her? Why not take her at her word? She knows how important the husband thingy is, otherwise she wouldn't have moved, so why would she try to sabotage it for no reason?

My wife tells me she saw weird shit, she saw weird shit. I wasn't there, so who am I to judge?

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Nevermind the rather huge amounts of social pressure to comply with a draft notice (prison sentences, loss of benefits, good luck finding a job outside a few major metropolitan areas). Or the fact that everyone who fled the country to avoid the draft had no way of knowing Carter would pardon them, so basically had signed up to never set foot on American soil ever again. Or messing around with your draft status had an immediate and really bad effect on immigration proceedings of you and your family.

So if you did have the resources available to dodge the draft, do you think the Pentagon just reduced the number of inductees by one? No, they simply found a poor person, usually of color, that lacked those resources to take your place.

Engraved Zippo lighters from the Vietnam War.

~ Cowan’s Auctions

Did you ever get a really nice notebook and then just put it on a shelf for later? It's a really nice notebook, and you don't want to waste it on grocery lists and to do notes, but a subject matter that needs nice paper. I have a small collection of good notebooks awaiting the proper subject, and over the years they find their use.