Probably not exactly matching your meaning, but in a round about way, Dune, post Machine Crusade –

It’s maybe not as evident without reading the series–which definitely isn’t a negative comment! I’ve enjoyed (almost) every bit of the truly shocking amount of Dune I’ve put myself through since the very early '90s, haha.

I’m, uh, mildly obsessive as well as critical of the SF I stand by, (just for myself personally!–everyone should like whatever they like!) but Frank Herbert, entirely, still remains in my top 2 favorite authors. You may enjoy all the books as a whole, if you’re looking for something less about ‘the machine’ itself, but how humans diverge from it and without it, but it’s…a lot, lol. And…well, I won’t spoil things. I just remembered it might negate my entire point. Oh, no. (ʘ‿ʘ)

Anyway! Regardless!

If you do ever get into full-ass Dune–and I’d recommend this “tip” to literally anyone–I’d definitely suggest audio books for the early works of Brian Herbert and Kevin J Anderson. They took a bit to get into their groove from informational to actually entertaining. The lore is honestly fantastic, beautifully done, but physically reading their earlier Dune stuff can be textbook without diagram tedious. Love 'em both for the work, but shiiiiiiiiite.

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Damn, too bad it’s not their Cranberry vodka!

Grapefruit is one of my favorite flavors, next to cranberry, and if you want to do a pitcher type drink, an easy thing might be a grapefruit Screwdriver (a nice OJ, or even with blood orange juice and the grapefruit vodka).

Jumping off the Screwdriver base, it would definitely support a hefty amount or even just a splash of cranberry juice (if you want intensity without dilution of added sweetness, I recommend Knudsen Just Cranberry for highly concentrated flavor), and plain or burnished fresh rosemary sprigs, a squeeze of lime and a wedge of lime, or orange, ahh, it’s endless! You could give it a fizz with soda water or flavored Italian soda, anything that slides into the profile, make it more holiday with a cinnamon stick, or stronger and more complex with botanicals of some gin, yadda yadda, I’m not helping! Too many options, I’m getting envious of your quandary.

A Grayhound, just also use the grapefruit vodka, similarly with Salty Dogs. I’d go so far to recommended Tanqueray Rangpur Lime Gin, for that added citrus with the botanicals, but I’m big on flavor, and that’ll get expensive pretty quickly in quantity. Fresh lime juice goes a long way.

You could also just get a bunch of cheap regular and diet tonic, (for options) and make up pitchers or pretty carafes of V & Ts. It’s nice enough flavor wise on it’s own, but great with all the above flavor options, too!

Regardless, you probably can’t go wrong with Deep Eddy, and a singular something tasty to mix.

Oh, no, that’s too much. Being from the Chicago suburbs, between Menards and Empire Carpet (before their growth to add the -Today- addendum), there’s a deep groove upon my brain made by those jingles. That, and John Madden’s congested cadence for various advertisements. Simply John Maddening.

^…588-2300 --damn, it!

Save big money at Menards, but not on Menards…

^…save ^big ^money– Gaa! That jingle will never leave me. Damn you, midwest!

Hooray! I think! Cause that is correct.

When my focal seizures weren’t as well managed, one of the closest descriptions I could give is it often feels like experiencing various Windows error noises. Like, all varieties of them, from '93-XP, fit the bill. Occasionally, it’s dragging the multiplying, cascading window that won’t respond, across a teeny screen of barely available conciousness. Meds make me feel pretty dumb, and some errors still get through, but I don’t dunk, donk, dink, or bonk so much!

Super cute and fuzzy wuzzy until it’s jumping spider season, and they’re in the house, and jesus goddammit jumping spiders, I just cleaned up this shit, can you not web up the entire kitchen every fucking morning? Tiny ass Cirque du Soleil across the light fixtures, every damned day! Cute little shits.

Kyle Maclachlan is a got-dang national treasure. 🫡

Just gonna leave this here…

There might be a less etsy type place to find that, but there it is.

More power to you! I mean, I don’t tape outlets, just remove the covers, and be mindful of the plugs.But, my own house is riddled with crown moulding, including around the doorframes, which is very pretty and all, the contrasting white is lovely with painted walls, but DAMN if its jutting edges, corners, and curvy bits don’t sneak up on ya when you’re using a brush or a roller, no matter how carefully. So, for my clumsy bum, tape and more tape!

For reals, though - having painted several rooms–literally in the current process of painting another–you can use whatever “time saving” fucking scams tools are out there, but Frog Tape, friends! Tape, like you’re sealing a space station, and a little extra. Or just pay a professional to do it all properly, because it’s frankly a bitch, depending on your walls and layout.

Well, damn. I did not expect to see the most attractive thing ever, tonight. There’s a lot of talent, skill, and silliness to unpack in that photo.

Shit. Does that goes for ladies, too? Cause I might need to have a long talk with myself. Can it work that way? Can I instantly give myself another level of beautiful existential pain, like my bi friends?

Mannnnnn, every time I see one of these, I feel like I’m really missing out by not being bisexual. Damn. Guess I’ll buy more books! Anyone want some tea or an iced coffee? You doing okay? Need anything? I’ll totally run out in the rain, to get whatever you could possibly need to make your life better, if only for a moment. Really, I’m offering.

Plus this part

Please, I can only get so turned on…

Shit, dude. My iron was at 2 after my last blood test. They keep pumping me full of star stuff–pow, straight in the veins–and I just keep burning through it. Why, stars, why! Why does thou forsake me! I am very tired, stars.