If you’ve never heard of StumbleUpon and you like the internet then at least you have an excuse for not having wasted hours and hours randomly surfing the web. Time is short so I’d get going if I were you. When your attention deficit has finally hit bottom, you click Stumble!, and some random web wonder appears just in time to re-engage you. Like the flippers on the pinball machine. A couple of fun things I’ve found lately …
Create a tombstone at the Tombstone Generator. I did it and what a laugh I had! Then you can download and save the jpeg in case you need a little cheering up some time hence.
What’s-his-name had lots to spend on his ginormous gravestone.
There’s also a street sign generator. No apostrophes available, sorry.
If you’re more of an auditory type, then you can try this frightening karaoke website found on JavaQueen’s recent post. This is another form of stumbling, stumbling via blog. Often blogs I like to read, like JavaQueen’s, will post links to interesting, or in this case dreadful, things. Nothing against JavaQueen or anything but I’m convinced that the Karaoke was invented as a form of torture. So check out SingSnap and listen to others destroy your favorite songs, or go ahead and engulf and devour your own faves.
Methinks I stumbleth too much. But other things are happening in real life. I’m reading some books started over the holiday vacation, and am now back to work; we’re getting ready for the spring semester. Fall semester ended funkily because of this terrible ice storm that knocked out power for nearly a week. Finals and grades for Fall semester will need to be gotten out of the way before Spring semester can really get underway.
We burnt a brushpile today. I have this “Weed Dragon” propane torch that’s supposed to give a nice roaring blue flame but today gave only sooty yellow gasps. Fortunately some plastic sheeting in the brushpile caught fire nicely and got the whole pile going. My wife came out and helped and took some pix at my request.
It’s a fun thing to do in January. Create greenhouse gasses.
Oliver came out too and burrowed into the crusty 6 inches of snow/sleet here and there sniffing crazily for the enemy. The Rodent. The enemy is everywhere.
So this brushpile got lit up at about 10 or 11 this morning. We tended it for an hour or so, feeding sticks and limbs plucked from the dense crust of snow. Mostly the remains of last year’s brushpile. And an old couch. The pile burns all day. There are a couple of stumps and big hunks of wood that will burn all night. I keep checking on it. My carbon footprint is now gigantic.
Action figure Dave leaves smoke and flames in his wake …
A certain amount of flame-staring usually happens …
A little after noon I went into the greenhouse to get some solar rays and read. It gets up to about 67° F and the sun is warm– it’s about 22° outside. The smoke from the brushpile occasionally wafts over and into the greenhouse. I came back in, started this post, and kept looking out the window at the fire. Around 3 I go back out to consolidate the burning chunks so that they burn up more completely. A bit past 4 some cardinals appeared in the apple tree next to the greenhouse. Behind which the brushpile smolders.
This was before the cardinals appeared.
Here’s Mr. Cardinal with two female treemates.
It was nice to see those birds, and unusual to see 3 at once. The redness of the male just lifts one’s heart somehow. They never seem to come to the feeder, but sometimes hang out below in the rosebush waiting for seeds to fall. Plenty do. Birds are messy eaters and many will fling a bunch of seeds to the ground before finding one to eat. I wonder if they’re helping each other out sometimes. Some birds eat while perched on the feeder, scissoring the shell off in their beaks. Others fly off with their seed to a nearby tree branch to work the kernel out by chiselling at it held against the branch in their talons. Sounds like a pretty pleasant Saturday don’t it?
As the sun returns to the north it hits the hills to our west very nicely some mornings. The low angles of winter sun and the snow on the distant hills provide some beautiful vistas out our back windows.
The backyard is quiet this morning of January 8, 2009. Sunlight catches the far hills around 7:30.
The bicycles hang silently upside down from rafters in the garage. Waiting for spring.