Seasonal outage, do not panic. (Unless there’s a werewolf.)

[bodlon]

Many things, including Win But Fail, have been called on account of the time of year. August isn’t just incredibly hectic. It may actually want me dead.

Things are set to equalize in the next week or so, and the hope is that normal service will resume shortly. Failing that, I hope to have a really nice wake.

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When I put my garden together this past spring, I had an impulse-buying moment at Home Depot and picked up three pepper plants: two regular bells (one yellow, one green) and an orange “yummy bell” plant.

Or, at least, it was purported to be.

The first few peppers it produced early in the season looked for all the world like jalapenos, and had just a hint of spiciness to them. Since the beginning of August, though, it’s finally giving me vivid orange peppers. Curiously, though, most of them are still jalapeno-shaped.

It’s fun, though. I like them a lot, and tend to snack on them when I pick them. I need to remember to save some seeds for next year. Other than the radishes, it’s been my most successful plant.

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Somebody is selling J.D. Salinger’s toilet. Insert joke about whether Holden Caulfield gives a shit here. But hey! Free shipping!

I keep staring at this mug because I want it, but when I admit that out loud I experience this surreal, crushing blow of panicked guilt over pretty much all of my life circumstances. So, uh, let’s never speak of this again, yeah?

While we’re not talking about it, have some sex tips from the same artist. (Text not entirely work safe, images more or less work safe unless Microsoft Paint is too darn kinky for your office.)

Just a friendly reminder about the so-called “Ground Zero Mosque” (real name Park51, aka Cordoba House) and how it is neither at Ground Zero nor a mosque. No really. Super duper really. Also, could we please stop being afraid of Muslims and trying to infringe on their right to worship now? Please?

Wales apparently has a witch problem. Also reported to the police: vampires, ghosts, and one lone werewolf (presumably called George).

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Right. I’m off to get up to mischief.

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