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Happy World Food Day! I just spent all day cooking up a storm. I'm not even into cooking that much, but today I went at it. The house smelled so good by the end of the day. I think that's why I like cooking. My place is definitely what you'd care 'worn down' and 'threadbare'. It pushes the limits of comfortable clutter, except where my work areas are concerned, the floorboards/doors creak unless I drown them in oil, and as I mentioned, I have a roach problem. Cooking brings a comfortable feel back to the place. It and all of my gadgets laying around are what make this place home.
Of course, World Food Day's really about bringing attention to the hunger problems in the world. I don't necessarily care about that, but I did my part with my dogs. They know to come by when the spicy smells float out the window, and I had my dinner out on the porch with them. They're such good dogs, I really wish I could keep them all. Or hell even one. As it is, though, I barely make due with me.
Balor and Osiris (a Rottweiler and Beagle, respectively) love my gumbo. They got into some sort of eating contest over it, and surprisingly Osiris won. Little guy can really eat.
If you're interested, Soda, I've got about 7 or 8 dogs who come by every once in a while. All different breeds, and only two are girls. You'd think they'd kill each other, since I've got rottweilers and pitbulls and boxers and even a Chow Chow (her name's Eris, and DAMN can she hold her own with the big boys), but they all get along pretty well. It's so great.
Update on the Steampunk Keyboard. I finally got my hands on an IBM Model M "Clicky" keyboard, and finished removing the skirts on the key caps and reassembling them last night. Tomorrow I get to work cutting and shaping the brass cradle.
Of course, World Food Day's really about bringing attention to the hunger problems in the world. I don't necessarily care about that, but I did my part with my dogs. They know to come by when the spicy smells float out the window, and I had my dinner out on the porch with them. They're such good dogs, I really wish I could keep them all. Or hell even one. As it is, though, I barely make due with me.
Balor and Osiris (a Rottweiler and Beagle, respectively) love my gumbo. They got into some sort of eating contest over it, and surprisingly Osiris won. Little guy can really eat.
If you're interested, Soda, I've got about 7 or 8 dogs who come by every once in a while. All different breeds, and only two are girls. You'd think they'd kill each other, since I've got rottweilers and pitbulls and boxers and even a Chow Chow (her name's Eris, and DAMN can she hold her own with the big boys), but they all get along pretty well. It's so great.
Update on the Steampunk Keyboard. I finally got my hands on an IBM Model M "Clicky" keyboard, and finished removing the skirts on the key caps and reassembling them last night. Tomorrow I get to work cutting and shaping the brass cradle.
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