On Saturday I bought the front disc brake caliper set. My wish is to have my bicycle complete before the arrival of Hallowe'en. I have something set up for the next couple of days leading to this august holiday which is considered to be of Christmas proportions by the homosexual, pagan and goth communities.
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Unfortunately while simmering the sauce with the meatballs, it started boiling and spattered the stovetop. Fuck. It should be easy enough to clean. Now I need to figure out how to make my own sauce instead of using it from the jar.
Right now I'm thinking I should use cans of tomato puree, a few vegetables and spices. I'm sure it's fucking simple, moreso if I remember to cover the pot, but I want to make sure I'm making the best rather than something pedestrian.
Only thing getting in my way is the fact that I have no spices unless one counts salt. Already I've been admonished for not even having pepper in my pantry.
You will emerge from shadows in the alley of a frightening dark city of heavily arched roofs and buildings built on stilts. You must not talk to a single citizen of this city, or you shall be trapped there forever. The citizenry is horrid and mutated, and they will leer and curse at you, and their hideous and deformed women shall offer you unknown and horrible lewdnesses.
At the edge of this city is a highway. Walk down the left side of the road (yes, against traffic) with your thumb out and a man in a dark truck shall pick you up and drive you back the way you came. The city will be gone, and he will take you to any place on Earth as long as you can name it and there's a road there.
