Babby’s second tooth is coming in, right next to the first one!
Also, he’s been crawling for about a week now, and he’s crazy fast! No more setting him on the bed while we do stuff, at least not while he’s awake. We can set him out in the living room, and he’ll just zoom everywhere!
Lair of the TWRG (as in “Tuareg”) is an Apogaea theme camp with a North Africa/Middle Eastern theme. This was the looping video that was playing on the screen at the camp. Weird. Eerie. Awesome. It reminds me a lot of the early Subgenius videos. Made by Pete (Terfuckin) Thomas; posted by Gindi and Milkman.
“Be advised that TWRG-TV will swell your pineal gland, implant foreign memories in your psyche, and may cause lasting emotional damage…” —Milkman
It’s rumored that if you watch long enough, it will also increase your penis size.
Aha! The degree thing in Czech beers is the Plato scale, and indicates “density of beer wort in terms of percentage of extract by weight.” Um, means little to me, but I think the general “the higher the number, the stronger the beer” maxim applies.
Czechs love their beer. And the beer there is very, very good. (And cheap, by our standards. When I was there a half-liter glass would be about $.30 in my city). I didn’t even drink beer before I got to CZ. I started there just because it was so good. (And the cheapest thing you could order.)
In addition to the big national breweries, any city of any size (and some towns) had its own brewery with its own brand of beer. It was always fun going into a new town and trying the local brew—and pinching one of the bar glasses (each brand had its own logo on the glasses, and I had a collection of Czech beer brand glasses. Some were really beautiful.) Pubs were almost always tied to a single brand—not like the USA, where a pub will serve any of dozens of different brands. An Eggenberg pub would serve only the Eggenberg brand and variations; a Zlatopramen pub would serve only Zlatopramen beers, etc..
There was always a “default” beer type, but in some pubs there would be variations, too. Sometimes they had “10°” beer or “13°” beer options—the higher the number, the stronger the beer (it took me a long time to learn what the “degree” thing meant, and I’m still not sure I understand it entirely, but the simplest explanation I got was “the number is the percent of what’s in the beer that isn’t water” [flavors, alcohol, etc.]).
My favorite was “black beer” or “dark beer” (cerny pivo or tmave pivo), which was a maltier, sweeter, black lager. Man, on a hot day, a half liter of that went down really nice… Unfortunately, only a fraction of pubs had it on tap; I believe it’s losing popularity.
At most pubs, when you came in and got a table, the waitress would just come by the table and start setting down half-liter glasses in front of everyone. She’d also put down a small piece of paper that was the tab, and draw a stroke for every beer. At the end of the night, she’d just count up the stroke marks, and that’s how you got your total. Now, the Czechs can really drink. If I had three glasses or so, that’d be about my limit, but they could drink like ten glasses in a night. So you get ten people sitting around a table and one little piece of paper, and that thing would be covered in slash marks!
The waitress also just automatically sets down a new glass in front of you whenever your glass has about an inch or less left. Pretty cool service.
When you get your drinks and make a toast, you should touch your glass to everyone’s, and you should look each person in the eye as you do. This is important. Then you tap the bottom of your glass on the table, and then drink. I don’t know why you do the table tap—just habit and custom, I guess—but I still find myself doing it after a toast, even now, years after having left.
I told them once that we have all different kinds of flavored beer: raspberry, pumpkin, chile, etc. They just looked at me in horror, unbelieving that we could do something so uncivilized.
So apparently the new warning labels on cigarette boxes are gruesome, or something.
My idea, for the next generation of warning labels? Use one of those microchip/mini-speaker combinations like they have in greeting cards, and every time you open the cigarette box, you get the sound of an 77-year-old with emphysema coughing out a lung…
What the fuck is up with all these people following me, and when you see their Tumblr, it’s all “Take the Tumblr Quiz!”? I assume it’s all spam, and I block them in my followers, but does anyone know anything about it, like what kind of a scam it is?
Nothing on the Help section, a quick Google shows only other Tumblrs asking the same thing. Tumblr could make its [real] patrons happy by putting up a notice or sending a mass e-mail or even just adding something to its Help page explaining what it is. Or doing some wizardry to pull all pages that have nothing but that image (the spammers, if that’s what they are, are using the Tumblr name, so…trademark infringement).
I want to go ahead and get a second beehive, so that we can get it ready over the winter. Buying it locally looks like about $210 assembled or $183 build-it-myself. This way I can get it assembled and ready and everything over the winter, ready for new bees in spring…
If they weren’t so expensive, I’d almost like to have another empty hive available, just in case one of our hives swarm and the swarm needs a place to live, or if a wild swarm becomes available (free bees! $100 savings!), but that’s kind of an investment to just wait around. Also, then we’d have three hives, which would be too many for our little yard. I guess we could try to find someone who wants it (and the hive), but that’s not the kind of thing you just spring on someone.
I understand that it’s not for everyone, but I and Rocky are really happy co-sleeping with the baby between us. There are some disadvantages, but I think they’re outweighed by the advantages. For instance, when he’s hungry, he just kind of turns to his left and there’s Mommy. Sometimes he doesn’t even wake up completely for this, nor does Rocky. Compare this with the “normal” scenario, where he’s in a crib, possibly even in another room. He wakes, gets hungry, gets upset, and starts screaming. Rocky (‘cause we’re not doing bottles, just boobies) would have to wake up, get out of bed, take him out of the crib, calm him, feed him, and try to get him back to sleep in the crib. Possibly several times a night. (This is why everyone’s curious about “Is he sleeping through the night?” With co-sleeping, it doesn’t matter.)
And if there are problems (wet diaper, sad baby, etc.), we’re right there. Plus, it’s great going to sleep right next to him, looking at his little face and hearing him breathe and sigh. And having him right there at night. And in the morning, when he’s awake before us, and we wake up and look at him, this smile spreads across his face and he squeals and he just gets incredibly happy. I think it’s one of the best parts of being a parent.