A few of us seem to be getting through the gauntlet of BindleSnitch. There are a lot of instructions, and the wizard of BS is working out the bugs.
My one test bit got up but only with Alan’s tweaking. Kosh, Amy, and RP are up once too.
I have no clues how to save any of my Our Salon bits. I guess they are going to be buried in Utah HQ. I should be so lucky.
So much for leaking! How’s the borscht?
There is a chance that five of us seem to be posted on BS. I’ve not quite got the hang of it, or how to or even if my stuff here can get there. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m not an editor. In a perfect world I would have learned Greek, Latin, Hebrew and word processing. I forgive her.
Can I get this stuff there, or does it go to Utah ?
Dr.Hart? I see you not on BS. I see Moses and Safe Bet, but nothing by the good doctor.
I do remember our…Continue
I am fine with that. I don’t know how they are doing, those big cats. We have bob cats too, and all kinds of critters here in the hills above the bay. I don’t have a bay view, I’ve got a hill between me and the fog. It’s a more than a two mile hike to the bay along the creek.
I’m fine with no plan today; no pancakes to wrangle and no place I have to be. I’m fine with not having to be in DC. The work is here. I’m fine with letting the kids do it.
Off on a one book tangent, the peace dividend waned, blown on blow jobs , sax lessons, and greens fees. Roundup sales soared as the Green Revolution turned produce to plastic, and our bodies in to profit centers; Prozac becomes the new Ajax, and kids are then drugged more than spanked.
Hands off! Let the professionals decide what goes in the air, water, soil, and in your pie hole, which is no longer for pie. Pie is as out as climate science. Think not, as you…Continue