TWO DAYS OF PEACE, LOVE, AND LIVESTOCK

Seminars, demonstrations, fiber arts, photocontest, and much much more, all in honor of everyone’s favorite camelid!

ALPACAPALOOZA!!!

The new exhibitor’s seminar is led by Nard Mullan and you can’t beat that with a stick. Sample seminar:

Heads Up – The anatomy of alpaca handling (Cathy Spalding)
Explore the effect of anatomy on behavior. Using visual aids, Cathy offers a hands on opportunity experience the delicacy of the alpaca skull. Learn answers to important questions such as… Why is a properly fitted halter the difference between life and death? Is my alpaca thick headed or is the halter on wrong? If you were suffocating, would you stand still?

Now there’s a reason for a road trip to Puyallup, WA if i ever heard one! Which I haven’t. I thought it was the same town that had the National Lentil Festival with people dressed as lentils and lentil music, but that’s Pullman, WA which is another Pu town in WA.

So anyway it’s alpacas in Puyallup which is a great thing to say and even more so it’s Alpacapalooza in Puyallup which is so damn much fun to say that I am doing so over and over already.

Good bye, Mr. Lem

Stanislaw Lem is dead.

He was an underrated and overlooked genius; it’s not hyperbole to call him the Polish Borges. His body of work included some of the funniest and most inventive science fiction, mysteries, other novels, and essays. He wrote about space exploration, the horrors of war, the mathematical patterns of life, and the insides of our very strange brains.

I would give my left nut to write like him.

lem

http://www.lem.pl/cyberiadinfo/english/main.htm official site
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stanislaw_Lem

I blame torgo_x for making me taste the excitement

maciej: tough on ignatz, tough on the causes of ignatz
mike: speaking of pork gravy
ignatz: http://tastetheexcitement.com/
maciej: my god
ignatz: You’re tasting the excitement, aren’t you.
maciej: how am I supposed to return to that country?
ignatz: Drunk
maciej: drunk, broke and under subpoena
nrrd: Officially licensed NASCR meats!
nrrd: That is.. awesome
maciej: makes me wonder if america’s #1 sport premium meat stick will retain its lead
mike: oh good lord
nrrd: The official beef slurry of the WWE
ignatz: Shift into colon spasm with NASCAR potted meat food product!
maciej: a pit stop to remember
mike: nascar bacon, jeez
nrrd: NASCAR meat stix (r) bring the thrills, excitement, and hydrocarbon aromas of NASCAR right to your tastebuds
ignatz: That’s what you call the strips of roasted flesh that fall off Jimmy Bob’s ass after he runs the Daytona 500
nrrd: It’s like biting down on Jeff Gordon’s seat cushion after 500 laps!
ignatz: http://www.ssb4.net/members/watch/enlarge.php?aid=&img=11498/rotation_of_imgp3729.jpg companion product
maciej: how do I get the taste of excitement out of my mouth again
nrrd: nevar forget (to courtesy flush)
screengrab for the flash-impaired

Someday they’ll all be President

It pisses me off when people post warnings about DUI enforcement online. They say stuff like “take a cab tonight if you’re going towards $TOWN” or “they’re running a checkpoint at Newport & Flower, pass it on”.

How about just not driving drunk? Ever? It’s not hard to avoid. You’ll be helping your friends the best possible way by not killing and maiming them.

If you can afford to go out and drink but you somehow can’t afford to cab it home then you’re just being a fucking sociopath. Stay home and drink, okay? Helping the other sociopaths mow us all down isn’t nice.

bang bang, i’ve got mine

One of my favorite states of being is the sweaty, slightly congested, and fully satisfied glow after eating a good curry. That’s the state I inhabit now after making a pot of chicken curry and eating a couple of servings of it over basmati rice. The rice cooker makes perfect basmati if I press the “quick cooking” button.

Today I was driving through the Edge of Civilization portion of South County (Foothill Ranch, Portola) which is a set of brand new shiny suburbs and malls. At one point I looked at the car next to me at a stoplight. It was a brand new Mercedes sedan, with one male occupant in his forties. He had perfect hair. He was smoking a cigar, which being a nerd I recognized as a Hoyo de Monterrey Prensado Oscuro. And his car stereo was blaring… …an evangelical sermon. Acres of Diamonds, people, Acres of Diamonds.

I saw a blue Mustang with the plate: MEMERY too.