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Prove it.

Cloche: Take one of those round tomato cages, drop a clear plastic garbage bag over it, duct tape it down at the bottom, and poke a few air holes near the top. The bag only has to last a month or so. 10 minutes max.

Put Early Jalapenos starts in the ground between May 7 and June 1 and you should have lots of peppers. That's the most prolific kind for our area. Putting them under a cloche until they grown out of it is even better. Side dress them with blood meal (my secret weapon) to get them big and leafy quicker. Get your blood meal at a feed store in bulk, not a nursery, where they'll want your first born (although that might be a desireable option for you). The spot's gotta be completely sun-baked, of course. All bets are off on any other kind of pepper. They'll grow, but you'll probably be dissappointed with the harvest. Bell types are the most dissapointing.

Isn't baking temperature well above vaporization temperature? (Hint: the answer is yes). From memory, vaporization temp is between 100 and 125 C. Baking temps fall north of that by a ways.

As far as lettuces go, Little Gem, Sucrine, French Crisp, Valmaine, and Esmerelda are my favorites. Green Deer Tongue is good but gets little white infestations. Flashy Trout Back looks good by doesn't have much taste or texture. Batavian Broadleaf Endive survived the winter snows to be eaten in March. More of a stout than a lager, though...best cut with other stuff. No more spinach or cilantro for a couple of months. Too warm already. Scarlet Runner Beans, my favorite hardy pole bean, is flowering already. It'll keep flowering and producing until the bees go home. Then it's time to collect the pods from the best 2 plants for next year's crop. The Tromboncini (an old world zucchini...the best, IMO) is getting huge. Asparagus is getting bitter and pencil sized. It's done for the year. First strawberry on deck. A couple more days. Rasberries in 2 weeks or so. Elephant Garlic, planted last Oct, comes out July 1, as usual. Got little green Sweet Millions, but the Jalapeno hasn't flowered yet.

TRs are the reason for this site. Otherwise, it's just another jaggoff chat room. TR's aren't about spraying your 'accomplishments', they're about sharing experiences with a local community that feels the same love of the sport and the wilderness, particularly our local wilderness, which we are damn lucky to have close at hand. Unlike most sites, this site offers a jaggoff chat room, too. Best to appreciate both in a strictly separated church/masterbate fsshion. It's really not much to ask, considering the amazing flatitude given in spray. And KKKKK, my boobs are still perky at almost 50, so sukit.

I don't think it would be considered A "Tramp Stamp", because it is located on my hip, not lower back. Breeder Meter?

I'd have tried it had they called it BaddaBing!

Doncha have to heat pot up to it's vaporization temp to activate the THC? Sounds like a loada shite.

It went the way of the penguin.

This week on fucked-up-infrastructure.com: Dishwasher's DOA. Car's making a nasty scraping sound. Lawn mower runs for a minute, then dies. Changed the gas, cleared the line, inspected the spark: No change. I see a FREE sign and a scythe in my future. Motorcycle was stone dead. Standard diagnostics all OK. I took the ignition switch apart, cleaned out a bunch of carbon dust, and, with little hope left, it surprisingly roared to life. I just thank the Drol Susej that it wasn't a busted cable harness. At least one machine in this bone yard still runs. Fucking Hate Machines.

I think the open source revolution fizzled about a decade ago.

ah yes, been up there twice- maybe the third time it won't be storming like a mohterfucker? I don't remember it looking like that at all.

We're all good guys, Minx included.

well, seeing no shorts over polypro, i'm left to conclude this must be an okay guy? washington pass area? Looks like we wear the same size manzier.

Google will eventually consume the drone army that is Microsoft like a patient python eating a hobbled goat and shit out the useless bits, which is pretty much all of it at this point. So long, bloatware.

Mine's a barred rock.

F'in hilaire, maestro!

he's catching up to DC in the 'clever wordplay' category...are their measurement sessions bearing fruit?

hip to be square

snagged a fly maddock from an abandoned job site (from the looks of it, a do-it-yourself concrete foundation for yet another McEconoBox = failed inspection). Looks like Ballard might have a new duck pond this winter. Gotta love the New Economy.

I'll need that maul back, BTW.

You're kidding, right? Having my gutters cleaned for me IS MY DREAM.

Purple tub with gold feet? Dude, you gotta jack an Escalade medallion and start cruisin around in that shit...

I've embraced the label "unconventional" When life throws me a curve-ball, I think to myself "At least I'm not a thousand feet off the deck without a rope... this is nothing." I'll land butter side up. Cuz I know that, no matter what happens, there's nothing like not dying on a climb to make you feel good. My home? Wherever my gear is. My car? A place to live, sometimes weeks at a time. My job? The place I go in between climbing to let my wounds heal. I'm not the only one. We all maintain relationships with people whose universe doesn't involve the stress of dropping your entire 'biner of nuts from three pitches up a six pitch climb. People who haven't found themselves sleeping under the stars soaking wet in a sudden downpour thinking "thank goodness I'm in my synthetic bag instead of down." People who sleep inside 365 days a year and have never driven through the night. Whose hands don't sweat when they see a picture of a big rock with a crack in it. And, who don't routinely trust their and a partner's life to their collective judgment, skill, equipment, experience, and creativity. Maybe I'm just weird by virtue of being, and spending so much time around, other unconventional people and not around enough "normal" ones. When the "normal" ones ask where I'm going, I tell them: I've got a climb to do. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of most little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday they'll understand that.