Dirt origins, Mike's Way, & Fries

Hey, friends.

I made the daring choice to not just ask, but also research where dirt comes from. That might on the surface seem like a stupid question, but like have you ever thought about it? How do we just buy bags of dirt for indoor plants and flower beds? Is it renewable? How does it regenerate? It’s not like there are massive holes of earth from all of this dirt gathering we do. So how does it come back??? Gimme a drumroll for the answer, please!

Dead things. Decay. Rot. Dead shit is dirt, and living things be dying all the time. So yeah, that should have been obvious maybe. But now I am cursed with knowing definitively and so are you.

Now I don’t mean to get morbid, but as I ask myself why a lot more with societal norms, one of those is why I can’t die for free. I’ve said for years that I just want to be thrown in the trash, because why do I have to pay to die? It’s bullshit. And maybe I’m conflating two things that are unrelated, but dirt being dead things and coffins keeping decaying bodies separated from nature just confuse me as a concept and piss me off. Because we learn about how our crops are nutrient-deficient now and like, could it be due to not allowing ourselves to be reabsorbed into the earth? I’m sure there are numerous reasons, and I know a few, but our burial practices surely must not be helping. From coffins to cremation, like can why are we so hellbent to be removed from our environments?

I like sending the group chat TikTok drama updates because none of my friends are on it as much as I am, if at all. And now I suppose I can spare them and share them with you, so I present: TIKTOK NEWS IN CASE YOU DON’T PARTAKE

So this woman got the most despicable sandwich from Jersey Mike’s literally drowning in mayonnaise. Honestly seems personal. I don’t know what she did, but damn. The response videos have me falling out,

@ruthschrissteakhouseTake off his handcuffs, I want to speak to Mike like a man #mikesway #michaelsmethod #jerseymikes #fyppage

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I’d show you more, but the others have been flagged for being too inappropriate for under 18 so the embed won’t load…which is more hilarious honestly. You get the gist though.

Also, there’s a guy who keeps buying Cameos with ridiculous prompts for random celebrities, and it’s my new favorite content. Amazing who has ended up sorta decent people in these videos.

@thejimmycliffordthats a bar! thanks island boys! #cameo #islandboys

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I had a two-day, all day department-wide meeting recently, and they had little tinker toys at each table for us. Since we were allowed to be healthily distracted, I decided to crochet. I freehanded a halter top I saw once online. I need to make some adjustments, but I’m so impressed with myself, I’m not gonna lie. I really want to push myself to make clothing, especially to have some summer pieces to have for sale. You would think that the act of knitting and crocheting indicate inherent patience. You would be wrong. I can make easy, small things, but I get so bored trying to make large-scale garments. But I’m working on it. Summer bikini based crop tops are a good intro.

I am trying to read, and just increase my analog activity. I’ve picked up random books from the students in the area moving out and dumping their books on the curb. So there’s one I’m reading slowly, This is Where I Leave You by Jonathan Tropper, which I’ve discovered is also a movie. So maybe I’ll watch it after I finish the book. I hate to admit that technology has definitely affected my ability to focus and how my eyes move around a page. I used to read pretty quickly, and now it’s slow and I constantly have to re-read passages. I’m ashamed that I let my brain rot, but I don’t think this is terminal. I’ll rebuild the muscle.

I’ve historically feared hot oil, and have never had a desire to deep fry anything at home. But my children’s constant demand for fries is going to kill my finances if I have to order them from fast food places. Not to mention that I just don’t want to go and order that crap all the time. So I woman’d up and got some potatoes and got to chopping.

Look at ‘em!!! They turned out so well, and tasted great. Frying was not as scary as I thought. I had to try and figure why I thought deep frying meant oil splattering all over the place and having to Matrix dodge 3rd degree burns. I flashed back to when I was a little girl hearing my mom yelping every few seconds in the kitchen. When I went to see what was going on, she was across the room from the oven, lobbing frozen french fries into a pot on the stove, screaming every time they made impact and splashed oil everywhere. She urged me not to come any closer. And yeah, that’s how I thought it worked. It took until my 30s to finally recognize that as not normal. And now me and my boys can have fries all the time!

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