I made a sous vide pulled pork shoulder for dinner tonight.

Spring makes me want to go camping on the mountains and get my dick out.

Just finished a large iced coffee, took a 5mg edible, and sitting down to play some Spyro.

I need to find a faggot book club.

It's finally warm enough for hot tub coffee again

Some more finished projects from my glass flameworking class

I don't need to buy any more books, but I'd love some queer fiction recommendations.

Finally added lights to my Lego Rivendell! Next time, I'll add the lights while building.

The only thing I got out of watching Torchwood was a Welsh accent fetish.

Made some mushroom plant stakes in class. Hopefully I can get better pics once they finish annealing.

I am not sober and I can easily be sold gay art.

I need winter to end so I can stop wearing clothes.

I made some tiny glass cacti last night!

Let's be real. Hackers (1995) was the most cunt Angelina Jolie has ever served. Meanwhile, Matthew Lillard was just getting started.

Let's see if I can translate this vision of a lentil shepherd's pie into an actual tasty dish.

I do enjoy a winter morning shower

We're snowed in and the temperature is dropping, time to put on The Thing.

I'll be working remote tomorrow because of the snow (now 16"), so daddy's gonna indulge tonight.

First pass of shoveling complete. We're sitting at 14" and it's still coming.

The more serious my job gets, the more piercings I want.

There's nothing like watching a Star Wars movie to remind you how much Star Wars sucks.

The art and the artist

I'm considering taking off three consecutive weeks this summer, but I'm really not sure if my mental health can handle that much time without structure.

Feel free to follow my further descent into instability

I'm going to start using Letterboxd this year so I can track the psychological damage I inflict upon myself by watching bad movies.

Drop Dead Gorgeous is a near-perfect depiction of Midwestern life in the late 1990s.

Another skein off the wheel with no project planned. About 230m of kinda chunky Rambouillet.

The best thing to happen to me this week was finding out that my all-time favorite pizza restaurant has reopened after being closed for over a year. Now just to schedule the 600 mile trip to get there.

Man, fuck Walmart. I made one purchase there last month because they were the only store in town that had an item I needed urgently. I just found two fraudulent transactions on my debit card from Walmart. Never fucking again.

I haven't even touched Tears of the Kingdom in over two years, so let's give it another try

I've decided to create an alt, so I'm going through and deleting all spicy posts here, then I'll try to keep things separate going forward.

Save me, low-res rip of the original In Search Of... with Leonard Nimoy.

Finally took the time to start finishing the hand towels I made in my weaving class. They survived the washer and dryer, so now all I have left to do is hem them. And buy a loom of my own.

I've been thinking about trying to do foreskin restore, but I'm honestly not sure if I have the discipline.

Don't tell anyone, but I'm not wearing anything in this picture

I have got to get more piercings.

For Thanksgiving, I wasn't at my in-laws' place log enough to have to pee. Fingers crossed for a repeat this evening.

I am not having the kind of sex I want and deserve.

I keep forgetting that I bought a bunch of tighty whities to tie dye.

I think I would survive The Thing, because I would just fuck it.

We have a pretty significant winter storm moving through today. Good news: The weather will be perfect for watching The Thing. Bad news: The weather will be perfect for watching The Thing.

This is where I'm meant to be

I don't have enough earrings that loudly announce my sexual identity (faggot).

Midwest winters late falls mean I'm a solid 8pm Saturday drunk at 5pm on a Sunday.

If I were truly evil, I would go back in time and take the entire brass section from every John Williams score.

In fact, make them all faggots.

I demand a remake of Being Human, but make the werewolf a faggot. It can even be Russell Tovey.

Tonight's redemption for my chicken and invisible dumplings from last night is Gruyère-crusted shepherd's pie

I spent all day working on a chicken stock only for my dumplings to be so tender that they fell apart from a gentle simmer.

Made a Detroit-style breakfast pizza with sausage, home fries, mozzarella, cheddar and sausage gravy.