In my last entry I said that Theia, the Mars sized planet that crashed into proto-Earth, was from outsaide the snow line, and formed with lots of water. Turns out, new chemical analysis indicates Theia was an inner solar system neighbor. So, I was wrong. We didn't get water from Theia. And we aren't the feak show planet I pictured.
Or maybe we are. Still a freak show of a planet. A glorious and magnificent one of a kind freak show. I'm good with that.
We had our first big snow and if you have never made a naked snow angel, well, you should at least once. My snow angels have spectacular manly buttocks. 90th percentile buttocks.
I have a feeling this is going to be a snowy winter, and so I have to adjust my enthusiasm towards that. Not that I have to. As a Northern Maritime Barbarian, I thrive in a winter wonderland. As I recall, the last big snowy Chicago winter, 2013, was a fucking blast.
We did another bronze pour. I include this picture because this is how you are supposed to pour , choking the cup, no old man piss trickle. Someone suggested I get a shirt that says that. I also want a shirt that says "Food! Where is food?"
This was my post-pour meal. Yum.
