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[wierd]

Uhm, I did not need pure capsacin.  I just needed the brownies to be hot.   It worked great.

Obtaining anhydrous alcohol would have required equipment I did not have, and was completely unnecessary. (It needs to be chemically dehydrated. Alcohol is VERY hygroscopic, which is why everclear is not 100%.)

Strong pepper flake water, as you put it, was adequate for the task.  And no- seeds have very little flavor, but lots of the active ingredient.  Enough came out in solution to be useful. thats all that mattered for my goals.  You are reading too much into it by insisting on lab grade extraction.

[Yoink]

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What game were you playing?

Mount and Blade, duh.

[Kagus]

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What game were you playing?

Red Dead Redemption 2, I've been trying to name most of my horses after Arthurian figures, because... Well, because Arthur. So far, those three are the only ones with proper names.

My first horse was the $15 Morgan you get from the story mission. I named him Archie, Archie the Morgan for Arthur Morgan. Archie was afraid of everything... Snakes, guns, rocks, trees, moving too fast, spinning in circles... He'd have been afraid of his own shadow if he'd thought to look at it.

But he did his best and worked hard during some of my most intense trapping days. Archie eventually wandered off into the wilderness one day when I was taking a third horse somewhere, and it bumped Archie out of the "Main horse + Temp horse" slots.


Lady Fiona was a Hungarian Halfbred, the first horse I ever tamed. She was wild and strong, and also a bit sluggish and oddly skittish for a warhorse. She was a good girl, but a bit dull and not nearly as brave as she could have been. She died when trying to follow me when I was riding a train, and the train drove onto a bridge over a ravine. Fiona followed the train, but not the bridge.


Unnamed Horse ("Pretty Girl") was a Tennessee Walker, with a gorgeous patterned coat. She was the first horse I saw after Fiona died and I needed a new ride. Pretty Girl was with me for a fair while, as she ended up being a quick and strong girl as well. Eventually she left the limelight and spent most of her time in the stable, until I let her go to a respectable handler who would treat her well.


Percival was a big dark-coated Shire with some contrasting white flecks. I took him off of a dead man's wagon and proceeded to ride around on him for a while, admiring the view from his massively tall back. Percival was a friendly sort, and quite brave, but had a penchant for murdering wildlife, as well as a maximum speed of "chonk". He was later put in the stable to rest up. Percival hated trees.


Galahad was a Thoroughbred, strong and fast with a magnificent dark-red coat that shone in the sun. Galahad gave me a taste of speed beyond casual riding horses and sluggish draft horses, while still being courageous in the face of gunfire. However, it wasn't long after we'd fully bonded that I came upon Guinevere, and was fairly smitten. Galahad was then relegated to the second-hand role, and has been an admirable companion on long trips as well as a proficient carrier of heavy loads and scaler of sheer cliffs. Glitches took him from me, and he will be missed. Even though he liked to run into me when I was riding ahead on trails, and once nearly killed me and my horse by repeatedly shoving us towards a sheer precipice while we tried to clamber back onto solid footing...


Guinevere was the wild white Arabian who runs around in the north. I ended up finding her completely by accident when I was hunting the white buffalo, and managed to capture and tame her on the first try. She's of course from the best horse breed in the game, and is worlds faster than any other horse I've ridden, Galant Galahad included. She also has excellent staying power, with the stamina to gallop across entire states. She's irritated by loud noises, but she remains firm until things are quite literally biting at her heels before bucking me off. Guinevere is, however, an incredibly dirty girl... Judging from the amount of trail dust she picks up (and promptly complains about), I'm guessing her parentage is half air purifier.

[A Thing]

John told me to "keep myself out of jail for a while", which is easier said than done when people are willing to arrest you for literally nothing.

You know, for all the time RDR2 goes on about outlaws having a doomed life, the bounty system makes it seem like everyone has a doomed life in RDR2 world. Seriously. Stop in front of a plantation to see why people are shouting at you? Shot. Accidentally get in a guys way with your horse? Shot and bounty for disturbing the peace. Try and take an escape prisoner back to town? Bounty for kidnapping. Really it seems like being an outlaw is the only reasonable course of action.

[Trekkin]

Alcohol is VERY hygroscopic, which is why everclear is not 100%.)

This is untrue. Everclear is 191-proof because a 95.6% alcohol/water mixture is a positive azeotrope, so it can't be further dehydrated by fractional distillation; there's as much water vapor going into the condenser as alcohol vapor, which is obviously a self-perpetuating state of affairs. Ethanol is hygroscopic, yes, but that's no barrier to distillation. (Weirdly, azeotropy is also part of why alcohol with small amounts of water will appear to absorb water from dry gas, which is something I used to ask my chem students for extra credit. It's not absorbing anything; the alcohol's just evaporating faster than the water.)

[Frumple]

Fuck you muscle memory

Reached for a pan my grandmother had been baking something in the oven on. A pan with a metal handle. That was still in oven. With my bare hand.

It didn't last long but there's like a line of blisters forming on my left hand's fingers right now. Ow.

The extra fucked up thing is I opened the friggin' over with a mitt on, but for some reason took it off and forgot the concept of cause and effect between doing that and getting the thing out the oven.

[scourge728]

Firefox decided to log me out of everything again, no idea why

[hector13]

Have you, or someone you know, cleared out your cache recently?

[Tack]

Someone's watching poooorn~

[scourge728]

I haven't and no one else uses this computer.....

[Akura]

Last week, in preparation for today's sale, they told us to clock in early. Originally, they wanted us to arrive an hour early but scrapped that due to forecasted weather. I do so, and then am bitched out, in order, by that Hispanic supervisor whose sister keeps harassing me(both do, actually), the production manager, and then publicly by the store manager for clocking in early. The reason is that they want to clamp down hard on overtime. Do note, I have a workload that requires me to both take shorter breaks and clock in early both at start of day and after lunch break just to keep up with.

Oh, but they sent everyone home half an hour early anyway, rendering the whole issue of actually being paid overtime entirely goddamned moot.

[Tack]

this is probably a happy but shut up. I was in hospital visiting someone and the lady across the aisle was gesturing for things like water, toilet, etc. Nurses would offer things in a loud and clear voice and gesture also and they seemed to very stiltedly communicate like that. Otherwise, she’d sit and stare off into space. Heard someone complain that they wanted to get an interpreter in.
Anyway, pulled out my phone and took a basic look at the alphabet, and then turned to her from where I was sitting and said “h” “I”. She basically lit up. Took a second for her to figure out I knew basically nothing, but then with much frustration and false starts we got names down, she had a little complain and then showed me and named her family.
Turns out she’d been there almost three months without anyone trying to talk to her.

[Yoink]

Blimey.
I was just listening to some lovely music, feeling rather happy considering my earlier mood, when all of a sudden just the thought of certain friends and the enjoyable social interaction I'm supposed to have with them next month (some free music festival on the other side of the city, sounds harmless enough right?) clutched my guts with inexplicable discomfort and made the song I had previously been enjoying seem utterly hateful.
I had to skip it.

I don't know where to begin trying to unpack this fuckery.
Is it just early-onset anxiety about this familiar social situation in general? Is it a specific person involved making me anxious for whatever reason? Is the date in question just caught up in the general dead surrounding my birthday, which is just two days earlier?

...That's probably it, actually. The thought of turning a year older makes me feel physically unwell. Jesus Christ.

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