Sunday Facepalm

Snail Fossils, excitement!

According to Wayne Propst, he was replacing soil in his aunt Sharon Givan’s yard when he made the amazing discovery of the fossilized snail shells which he believes date back to the time of Noah’s flood.

Seeking to verify the veracity of his claim, Propst contacted self-proclaimed fossil expert Joe Taylor who stated that the fossils indeed are a remnant of the Biblical flood that covered the Earth due to God’s wrath.

It’s nice, seeing someone interested in fossils, but jumping right to OMG NOAH!, and adding a non-professional verification? Oh my. This is more of a confirmation slam than bias.

Although Taylor has yet to study the fossils — or even lay eyes on them in person — he believes that they are a sign of the flood in the dry East Texas town and called the discovery “rare.”

“I’ve never heard of anything about that from over there, I’m surprised he found it there,” Taylor explained.

That is just so sad, such a complete lack of knowledge about natural science, the history of our lovely planet.

“Now all I got to do is go in front of my aunt’s house and pick up something from back when it all began. I don’t even have to search anymore,” said Probst, adding, ” Who else can say they have a front yard full of Noah’s dirt?”

Um…all of us? Except that it has nothing to do with a biblical character.

Propst’s aunt Sharon agreed, saying: “To think that like he says that we have something in our yard that dated back to when God destroyed the earth. I mean, how much better could anything be?”

Oh yeah, the earth being destroyed, that’s fantastic! Maybe he’ll do it again, and we’ll get to see this time! Oh my.

Quotation Challenge

There’s a quotation group on Moblog, and it’s a lot of fun. You choose a quotation, then illustrate it photographically. Some quotations can be a real challenge. I’d like to do that here, but with a bit of a twist. Leave quotations you’d like to see illustrated here, and anyone can choose one, and illustrate it any way you like, with a photo, drawing, or other art form, then send it to quesneaffinity@gmail.com.  Here’s an old one I did for the Moblog group, way back when, titled Perhaps:

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Perhaps the most lasting pleasure in life is the pleasure of not going to church.” – William Inge

SIGNAL BOOST: Counter the Horror

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Marquez Tolbert, photo from Project Q

I’m sitting, typing, with tears flowing. A woman’s boyfriend, not in his own home, decided to pour boiling water over the woman’s son and his boyfriend, because he just didn’t like all that gay. Christ. That anyone could do such a thing, to deliberately cause such traumatic injury…this shit has to stop. We must be better than this. The story is here, and it’s graphic and beyond heart wrenching. Both of these young men have Go Fund Me accounts set up, to help counter the medical cost. Please, even if it’s just a dollar or the equivalent, please, help. If nothing else, it shows these young men that there are people who care, who accept them unreservedly. Anthony’s Burn Medical Fund and Marquez’s Burn Recovery Fund. There are graphic images of their injuries at the sites.

Thank you, Rats

File this one under: FFS. My apologies to PZ, for pestering him unnecessarily. I’ve had to change things in my studio lately, to accommodate all the ratlets, and didn’t realize the rats could get up on the computer station. Even more stupidly, I left an admin page open, and left my keyboard on. In their usual mysterious way, they hit a perfect storm of keys, and borked everything here. It’s all fixed up now, so all you wonderful people who commented today, you’ll have to do it again, I can’t figure out how to move comments (if it’s even possible – the rats could probably do it.) For your trouble, here’s Ville, one of Violette’s boys, named after Ville Valo, because of the wicked cute.

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Dreaming of Dandelions

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It’s too early here yet, but every year, I eagerly await the first appearance of the dandelions. I love dandelions, and I loathe this odd mania so many people have for golf course lawns, bland, boring, non-nutritious, and toxic. Dandelions are not only a boon to all pollen gatherers, they are beautiful flowers, attractive, the clocks are fun for everyone (make a wish!), and they are a great food source for us human types. The flower heads can be dipped in batter, fried, done up sweet or savory. Then there are fritters. The dandelion bud omelet, of course, which has been a favoured Spring food for ages. Getting outside to go gathering dandelion bits is a nice way to spend part of a day, too. You can get your exercise without even noticing.  The young Spring leaves are best, the older leaves become bitter, but there are ways around that if it’s all you have. The roasted roots make a good substitute for coffee, and there’s an adventurous recipe out there for roasted dandelion root ice cream. (I don’t make ice cream, but I’d like to taste that). There have been many additions to the store of dandelion recipes over the years, and I’m looking forward to trying out many of them.

I’m definitely going to give the Dandelion Flower Burgers a try, they sound fun in a messy sort of way:

Dandelion Burgers from Forage Ahead

1 cup packed dandelion petals (no greens)

1 cup flour

1 egg

1/4 cup milk

1/2 cup chopped onions

1/4 tsp salt

1/2 tsp garlic powder

1/4 tsp each basil and oregano

1/8 tsp pepper

Mix all ingredients together. The batter will be goopy. Form into patties and pan fry in oil or butter, turning until crisp on both sides. Makes 4-5 very nutritious vegetable burgers. No, they don’t taste like hamburger, but they ain’t bad.

The old bud omelet will be first, though:

Gather one cup dandelion buds before flower color shows. Fry buds in dab of butter until they ‘pop’.
Add 4 eggs, salt and pepper.
Top with raw (young) dandelion leaves, finely cut before serving.

Dandelion recipes are all over the ‘net, and easy to find. Here are two sources to get you started: http://naturesnurtureblog.com/dandelions-friend-or-foe-with-recipes/ and http://www.eattheweeds.com/dandelions-hear-them-roar/

Rapid Fire WTF

I swear, the birds who visit the deck need an air traffic controller. The large Scream of Blue Jays who have adopted us don’t have the slightest care of who they might be flying into, and in this case, upset the Hairy Woodpecker I was trying to shoot. I saw a Grackle this morning! Excitement – I’m very fond of grackles, but this one didn’t stick long enough for photos. A Robin was out and about today, too, on a day that snapped brittle and cold.

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Superstition

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I imagine most people would say they aren’t superstitious. I’m not much myself, but I still catch myself doing the knock on wood thing, and I don’t have the slightest idea why. I don’t even know the origins of that particular action. Someone must have done that a lot when I was a sprog. I’ve been thinking about this because we recently had our 37th anniversary, and we never celebrate our anniversary beyond “oh, happy anniversary”, and we generally forget all about it, remembering sometime after March 11th. We are superstitious about our anniversary, because we don’t like blown engines on our vehicles. Night we got married – engine blew half way home, late at night, in a deserted industrial section of town. Oh, yay. First anniversary, drove to Venice (SoCal) for supper. Different car, engine blew half way home. Second anniversary, drove to Santa Monica for supper. Different car, engine blew half way home. So, we don’t do that sort of thing anymore, stopped after the 2nd anniversary, and for all these years, haven’t been able to shake the notion that if we go out to celebrate, we’ll kill another vehicle.