Wondering Where The Lions Are (21-10-2013)

Sun's up, uh huh, looks OK.

The new job started today. D and I took the girls to school.  A is still home this week. I do not have the picture of her running to catch up to us with C's backpack and Z's swimming bag. Whatever. First day. 

After the drop D and I wandered by Cherry Bomb for a cortado and some contemplation. We came up blank. So we meandered home, hung about for a bit, sucked back a couple of nipples worth of milk and hit the sack.

The guys are still doing our siding and it was pretty loud. They were banging away on the outside wall of D's room. So I thought it would be a better nap for all involved if we both sacked out in the big bed together.

Tough morning.

Impending...I don't know what (20-10-2013)

Sunday night. Unlike every other Sunday night for the past 8 years, I'm not thinking about work tomorrow. Because there isn't any now. Traditional work I mean. I finished that up Friday. Tomorrow D and I take the girls to school and then...uhhh... well I guess maybe we'll swing by Cherry Bomb and consider our options.

Sweet Happiness

Continuing in the foodie vein, if you can't find happiness in a bowl of baked sweet potatoes, where the hell are you supposed to get it?And then I remembered reading this pancake blog where the guy made fabulous artsy pancakes for his kids. Some of it was pretty impressive, and it turns out the basic ones are within the realm of my own limited cookery skills. So here's some made up happiness that I do a variation on pretty much every weekend for C and Z.And while I am far from the bestest cook in the whole land, I make 'em from scratch now and I guarantee they don't taste like

The Return - and some yummy soup

So it has been over a year now. I think the last post was shortly before the implementation of new filters on the internets at work. Hmmm. No more online frivolity from the desk. It has taken me this long to find time to do it from home.

When we last spoke, Steph had tried to eat some alien eggs. She's gone to France now. Maybe they have cleaner food there. They certainly don't have cleaner people. Moving on...

Here's another culinary tidbit for The Return: Cock flavoured soup. Yep. You hear correctly. I didn't read the ingredients, but somehow I suspect it is artificial flavour. I almost hope it is. But it begs the question: how does one simulate the flavour of dick?I know, I know, the brand originates elsewhere, regional dialects, yada yada yada. The fact remains, I'm not eating cock flavoured soup whether the flavour is real or not.

Steph's Alien Spinach Eggs

Stephalump eats a lot of really healthy food and not much else. This includes wacky things like raw spinach which, is quite good for you. Or so I'm told. The other day she was chewing away on some of said raw spinach when she came across these little egg things that were obviously laid by aliens. Here are the egg things. Those indentations would match the shape of Steph's lower teeth if you were so inclined. I'm not sure how she knew they were there. Maybe she saw them as she took a bite, maybe there was an extra squish of juiciness, who knows?
The wonderful thing about having access to a lab at work is that you can use the microscopes to get cool close ups of all kinds of things such as slivers, small cuts, hair follicles, alien eggs, etc. So here are some close ups of the things. One of them would make a cool desktop picture (feel free). The last one is mushy looking as I popped some of the eggers with a pick. These are obviously stills, but you can imagine seeing the little alien babies squirming about in there. Alright, I made that part up. But still...

Batman to the Rescue

Z created a gorgeous Batman comic for her friend M. The art is all her own original work. She dictated to me so that I could do the lettering for her, but the dialogue is entirely her own. At the time that she did this, she was pretty sweet on M and he really likes Batman. I'm not sure she's much of a fan left to her own devices. She gave me the Batman bandaids a few weeks after she insisted we buy them. Click for the large version, and be envious of the creativity and expression. "...and the smoke below came up into the hearts of the people." WOW!!

The Tennessee Trip Report

Spooky has already seen it. Oh well. My other readers (err, reader) haven't. Last June I was stuck in rural Tennessee for a weekend. So, long after it happened, here's the trip report:

FROM: D's Amazin Stuff
MTG DATE: June 20-24, 2008
LOCATION: Xxxxxx Powertrain Assembly Planet, Decherd, Tennessee
PROGRAM: XXXX Stainless Steel EOC
SUBJECT: Coolers crushing under installation torque (AKA Touring the Countryside)

Background
Xxxxxx Powertrain Assembly plant in Decherd requested an engineer to be present to help solve an issue wherein the XXXX cooler was crushing on installation. I solved that one and spent 2 days touring the countryside. Sadly, I had left the camera at home and had to buy a disposable. The pictures are terrible and made worse by having to scan them in.

Summary
First stop Saturday morning: Jack Daniel’s Tennessee Suppin’ Whusky distillery in Lynchburg, not 30 minutes from where I was staying in Decherd. Here’s one of the welcome centre in Lynchburg itself. The distillery is bigger than Lynchburg. They’re attached.
Turns out there was a biker rally in Lynchburg that day. If you look down to the right you can see some of the bikes. I had interesting conversations with a number of really large sweaty dudes.

The distillery was interesting but I got almost no usable pictures of it. I did get this one of one of the antique trucks in the fire brigade. Who knew an REO Speedwagon was a real vehicle?
I took a different route on the way back. I had a GPS in the rental. I found that if you told it to take the shortest route (rather than the fastest) it would pick any old road, dirt track, whatever, just to shave off some distance. I got to have a real taste of the Tennessee back roads. It tried to send me down this road. Beyond the hay bales it kind of peters out into some woods. I swear I heard duelling banjos as I turned around and took flight.
Saturday night after dinner I could hear howling engines and screaming fans. I searched out the race track and took in a few hours of good ol’ boy local dirt track racin’. The whole town was there. I didn’t even try for pictures of that with the old disposable.

Sunday I headed for the Cumberland Caverns. Tennessee is apparently riddled with limestone caverns. No pictures of that, for the usual reason. On my way there I stopped for this picture:
Have a look down there to the left, just above the For Sale sign for the 5BR Huge Home. Imagine my disappointment when I realized I had missed the Turkey Shoot the day before. Of all the bad luck. In case you are interested in the house and can’t pay for it up front, it does say “We Finanse”.

Further along I stopped for a recce of this fine establishment:
Another fuzzy sign, thanks to my great camera, but it is indeed a giant pink “Naigh Club”. And it was pretty much in the middle of nowhere. Nearest town was a good 30 minutes away.

The last shot is after the Caverns and after a driving tour of Fall Creek Falls State Park (named by a 6 year old no doubt). Another missed opportunity for me, as apparently Goober’s Super Service isn’t open on Sunday’s and Goober was nowhere to be found.
Conclusion
The only one I have really is that I need to bring a decent camera next time.