To the left, a view from the porch, across the street and over the lake. In a little over a month, I will have been driving the Zed Three for six years, which is about twice as long as I've ever owned a vehicle before. Across the street you can see my neighbor's goat farm, from which we can derive protein sustenance come Zombie Apocalypse.
To the right can be seen one of my neighbors from across the street. Despite the weird horizontal pupils, he's probably quite tasty, especially done up with some kind of Jamaican jerk sauce...
Is that an auto-fellating goat?
ReplyDeleteSemi-auto if I don't miss my guess
ReplyDeleteI wandered into a neighborhood Jamaican restaurant in Miami one evening. My scan of the menu ended when I reached the goat. The counter girl wrote it up and stuck the ticket in the carousel in the window to the kitchen. The next thing I knew, the cook was at the counter. He was thoroughly Chinese in appearance (talk about diaspora!) His deep bass voice was thoroughly Jamaican in accent as he asked "Are you truly convinced, mon, that you wish to have th' goat? Th' white folk, they don't generally care for it."
ReplyDeleteI told him I had eaten and enjoyed goat in French, Arab, Ethiopian, and Mexican styles and was sure I wanted to try Jamaican style.
It was marvelous!
Looks like you've got a nice spot there, Tam.
ReplyDeleteGlad to know you're thinking ahead to the day when some sort of accident at ORNL or one of the remaining plants in the Secret City causes the recently deceased to rise from the grave to feast on the flesh of the living.
"Is that an auto-fellating goat?"
ReplyDeleteWhen they're on the menu it's call "self-basting".
I'd rather have goat cheese than goat meat, but in a pinch, it'll do!
ReplyDeleteAnd, yes, Zombie Apocalypse qualifies as a "pinch".
ReplyDelete"Is that an auto-fellating goat?"
ReplyDeleteThat is, in fact, the very one.
"I'd rather have goat cheese than goat meat, but in a pinch, it'll do!"
ReplyDeleteMMmmmm... Feta.
The neighbors have indicated that a feta-making project might be in the works. I'd be all about helping out with that in exchange for a share of the spoils.
I was surprised that you kept your car only six years. I guess I am the minority that gets downright upset at a car that won't go an honest dozen years without minimal maintenance.
ReplyDeleteI am still mildly miffed that the last one only went 19 years before it had to be scrapped and I will never buy another one from one company because it won't last 15 without a new tranny.
I just want to know how the hell you fit a long gun in that tiny thing. Every time I see one in a parking lot my first thought is along the lines of "Jeez, you'd have to half field-strip a garand to get it in that trunk..."
ReplyDelete98k/Standard Modell-length Mausers fit handily across the trunk. Only your 19th/early 20th Century infantry rifle-length stuff needs to go up front.
ReplyDeleteI gave Marko a winged Viking spear for Xmas one year, though; that had to be transported with the top down. It's mighty cold of a December night, even with the butt toasters in the seats turned on high.
what's up with the cage there?
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