Frankie Boyle gets some good digs in.
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Frankie Boyle gets some good digs in.
I love when seedlings are at that point where you can still see how the seed was constructed. Monocot or dicot, and all that.
I went to Hong Kong twice in the early 00s, and the second time I decided to have one of Hong Kong’s legendary tailors clone me a copy of my dad’s vintage 1940s Hart Schaffner and Marx tuxedo. (spoiler: it came out great)
The earliest adhesives appear to be plant resins (also known as “tree sap”), crushed and allowed to cure as the moisture evaporates out. Such glues are surprisingly good, since they’re basically doing what they evolved to do: congeal and hold things together. According to the internets there are glues dating back to 70,000BCE, which consist of powdered stone (ochre) mixed with resin.
This was a really quick build. I completed the top part and the sides, then let it age against a wall for nearly a year, while I more or less decided that the problem it was intended to help with was endemic and it was no use to finish and install.
I am forced to edit the immortal words of Shelley:
I used to follow Jim Butcher’s Harry Dresden books, until I tired of them. They’re puffalicious, but they remind me too much of S.M. Brust’s condensed sci-fi con conversations, and they just started to sound self-similar.
I’ve gotten familiar with the gestation time for a variety of seeds, and can practically set my clock by genovese basil.
Most bladesmiths have a “shelf of shame and woe” or a box labeled “fucked” in their shop. If they’re busy smiths, it’s generally pretty full.
Mooing and thundering, the trendy set blaze a trail across the grasslands, leaving poop, witticisms, candy bar wrappers, and empty Perrier bottles…