Posted on 05/28/2014 12:42:21 PM PDT by TheProducer
Edited on 05/28/2014 3:57:10 PM PDT by Admin Moderator. [history]
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Well, that wasn’t it’s original purpose, but that does seem to be how it’s working. Think of it as a labyrinth seal in a jet engine.
Be careful out in the deeper parts of the forests too... We brought predators with us to keep the herd animals healthy and some of them have... Adapted... To the Castles unique habitat.
Under such circumstances, one should think about the real meaning of the word “omnivore”.
Well, we did nickname that one hill the “Big Rock Candy Mountain” for a reason...
When we scoped up the raw material from that Atoll, and other areas, we had a rhyme and a reason for where it went at the time things were assembled.
Time has passed as time has been know to do.
Weather patterns, mining, recreational use, and our more or less wild flora/fauna have mixed things up a bit.
There was that one Dwarf, Snodgrass the Moist, that took a wrong turn and almost ended up having to barbecue his boots to survive... You’ve gotta hear him tell it though, it’s a riot...
Navigation in the lower levels is similar to galactic astrogation.
One must calculate a point from one moving frame relative to another moving frame.
Simple in theory.
Many a stalwart AI has gone absolutely friggin insane down there making the attempt.
Oddly, some marked paths actually continue to head to where they say they go.
Almost as if probability is ‘nailed down’ there.
Ur-Blgthrgths.
Hmm. Curious.
It’s almost as if we were directed or drawn to collect materials from some of the odder locations around the planet; Lake Fate, the lake region of Scotland, the shallow ocean near Hawaii, and of course Eniwetok Atoll.
I wonder what curiosities might have managed to slip in from the material we acquired from that Norwegian Ocean Structures company.
Darks, I suggest you make a note.
Dredgings from the storrega slide as well.
Deep sea manganese nodules.
I was puzzled about why we needed “ballast”.
No wonder the take-off was slow.
I just came back to check on the installation progress of the 5,327 updates that had to be installed after the reformatting, and I find out that we are all sitting around one of the fireplaces (or bars) reminiscing about the “good ol’ days” when we first began our sojourn.
And now I’m ready for bed, and tired from sitting here all day, repopulating my Favorites list. What a thankless job THAT has turned out to be. Instead of an “attagirl,” I get half a gazillion updates, and then the installation of said updates.
Made my brain hurt and my eyes bleed again. It’s a good thing the sound is down low or my ears would be bleeding as well...the echoes from the Lower Levels are splitting the fabric of my existence.
See you all in the morning. If I can find my way back to the library...
The day started as about six days a week do.
I put steel-cut oats and water in the rice maker, set it on porridge, walk the dogs, wait for the silly "it's done" Japanese electronic song to play, then add cinnamon, walnuts, raw honey, and often fruit. Today, was fresh blueberries. Mrs. Scoutmaster and San eat it, too.
One would think I'd get tired of oatmeal, but I don't. It's probably because all of the Scots in me.
Perhaps the best thing Ichi and I learned from our time in Japan was the programmable rice maker. It makes perfect white (love Jasmine rice), wild, different browns, yellow, purple, and sushi rice, oatmeal, jam, jelly, cous cous, etc. Just mix in a protein, a selected veggie or two, and your choice of sauce or flavoring.
The homemade jams and jellies are nice and easy, too.
Oh, FUN!!!
Makes my cold cereal with milk seem pretty bland.
But at least I can remember the recipe before the caffeine for the day kicks in.
I have sugar-free vanilla yogurt, banana, cinnamon, and shredded-wheat squares. And a handful of vitamins. Bill has taken to eating my yogurt, so I have to buy more every couple of days.
I try not to eat breakfast. It plays heck with my hypoglycemia. It’s hard to regulate if I have something with carbs in it.
Eggs and bacon I can do, but I usually save the pancakes for supper. That way, when my sugar drops, I can just go to bed.
It takes a lot of effort to find things to eat that the rest of the family will leave alone.
Small wonder it seems unappetizing and dreary. “Oh no, you wouldn’t like this. Take my word for it. Don’t even bother tasting it.”
But without that subtle subterfuge, my cupboard would always be empty.
Perfect invitational words. Sort of like, "Oh, no, Bre'r Bear! Don't throw me in dat briar patch!"
It’s pretty safe to have spinach and sauerkraut here.
I like spinach, but sauerkraut, I take in small doses.
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