@donoteat.bsky.social @wtyppod.com I’m struggling to imagine a world where NS doesn’t lay a train on its side by the damn brickyard every five minutes. Do either of you happen to know if the whole main line is down?
Put OPBF on glaze duty.
I’m sure it was awesome.
Chocolate banana coffee cake with a cream cheese/brown butter glaze.
I’d say it went well.
It will be cool in 20 minutes.
Coffee cake with a quick streusel topping about to head to oven camp.
Also some coffee cake.
Proto bread dough headed to fridge camp for a 12 hour rise.
I hate waiting.
Open windows are civilization.
My house would look the same if I had more rooms.
A dog a plan a canal pagoda
A large black walnut pot spurtle labeled “soup oar” that came from a local woodworker.
My house is now a home. IYKYK. Hand for scale. @opg.bsky.social Look closely, buddy.
Yeah. I’m not cool enough to play reed one. That requires a grown up.
2. Poorly. Like a bad bad aulos.
My view as people file into the auditorium with a small forest of woodwinds (bass clarinet, soprano sax, alto sax, and clarinet) in front of me.
A very cracked clarinet mouthpiece that I ruined on opening night. Sometimes you get to spend the gig check before you even get it.
One last show for Little Mermaid. Hopefully my dead mouthpiece count (both lifetime and for this show) remains at one.
My view in the pit for Little Mermaid with my bass clarinet, soprano sax, alto sax, and bb clarinet. Holy crap am I tired.
Under da sea n’at.
Birds have teeth sometimes!
But but…what if I’m playing bass?
Can we still be friends?
Extended technique time! The Great Train Race by Ian Clarke.
Thank you, PodKATT!
Podcat birthday! Podcat birthday! It’s a podcat! And his birthday! Gonna do some crimes ba ba ba dada dat duh duh🎶
A collage of pictures of my stripey brown cat. Clockwise from the top: Jinx using his spine like a bendy straw, Jinx being very little and sleepy on his first day home. Jinx looking back over his shoulder, Jinx showing off his socks, what happens when I ask Jinx to smile, Jinx two seconds from a facehugger attack on the other side of a doorway, Jinx looking playful on my bari sax case, sleepy all stretched out Jinx, and in the center, Jinx doing his founding father portrait pose.
Happy 11th birthday to my tiny terrorist.
A brown tabby crouches on an entertainment center. His body is hidden from the window by the tv. His head peeks out to stare out the window where a downy woodpecker is eating at a feeder a few feet away.
Quiet mom. You’re wrecking my shows.
Best pterodactyl. ❤️
Hooray!
Do I need to send hot chocolate packets in celebration?
I am not a content expert in this space, as you know. But I’m now very curious. Would Malört screw up medications? More than other alcohol, anyway?
Welcome to my new exercise: death crunches.
Wait. But Malört. Now I have questions.
A brown stripéd cat with the whitest imaginable socks looking at the camera as if to say “I would never eat a sock, and I resent the implication that I would.”
I don’t know. But here is a kitty.
