Apparently, I don't get this vibe...

Anarchist bookstores are no less capitalist enterprises for all their posturing. The one in downtown Seattle, for example, has a gay and lesbian magazine rack, and naturally has the eye-catching gurlz on the top shelf, and the icky boys down on the bottom shelf where they belong.

And here's what I don't get: one magazine billed itself as "For Fat Dykes And The Women Who Love Them." It included several photospreads and one of them bugged me because it was clearly feeder porn. I'm like, WTF? Feeder porn is widely seen as evidence of a highly abusive relationship in which the man's fantasy is to immobilize a woman inside her own massive body. Why the hell would there be lesbian feeder porn?

The Quantum Law of Fetish Mechanics strikes again, I guess.

Two Hits This Morning

Well, now we know what the yellowjackets were doing: they were keeping the ants down. This morning, ants were all over the kitchen, attacking a recently emptied bottle of honey. Omaha cleared out the sink while I cleaned the counters, and then came the vacuum cleaner antpocalypse. I sealed the hole where they were coming through, and painted the entire line of moulding where it meets the wall with a mixture of tea tree oil and ant poison, and that ought to keep them down.

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This morning, I got a spam with the message "Guys with an 8" tool don't have to go down on girls." My reaction, "You want me to cut some of it off and give up one of my favorite hobbies? Are you insane?"

Ba-dump bump

I heard Rush Limbaugh this afternoon talking about putting up a "Mob-wear" section in the store on his website. He said it would probably take about three weeks to get it all together, what with needing to get proposed designs and pick one and all.

I don't understand the delay. Can't you just go into any uniform shop and get a UPS shirt without the logo?

Literally Mending Fences

Mending Fences

The fence blew down last winter, and Omaha and I decided that it was time to repair it. So after hauling out all the ruins last week, this week it was time to frame it and, maybe tomorrow, put up the backboards.

It wasn't hard at all. After digging holes, putting in drainage, cementing and burying the 4x4 anchors, I had to cut the eight-foot 2x4s down to the six-foot marks, cut the scrap ends into braces and secure them to the posts-- making sure that the braces were level with one another-- and then cut down the posts to the exact fit and screw them all into place. Pretty routine stuff, especially with a power screwdriver and a high-speed circular saw. I've developed a lot of respect for that saw, it looks like it could be hella dangerous if I messed up with it.

Unfortunately, my neighbor's fence is falling in, and it's likely to take mine with it. That edge of the property is unstable and loose, and when it rains it washes out, little by little, slowly eroding away.

It looks as if it might rain for the first time in weeks here, and part of me hopes so-- the blackberries desperately need it-- but part of me hopes not. It'll be impossible to get the 1x6s up tomorrow if it does.

I'm really just looking for ways to waste my time, aren't I?

Yes, that's Cortana's ass

Sweet! After a little experimentation, Halo runs great on Linux! The only headache is that the mouse is way, way too sensitive, but a mouse-tuning front-end fixed that. Also, the game slows down a lot when drawing big scenes, so maybe turning off some of the special effects would be a good idea. Still, the resolution is far better than my old desktop, which makes me very happy.