#pigskin

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[kittycatgoosehat]

I've been playing a lot of Rimworld. I love that a DLC lets you raise children

[the-acid-pear-art]

Grimace doodle because I really wanted to draw him w a bonnet. The robe came thru naturally. He's greedy after all. He craves that good material possession. Also yes he got significantly hairier since last time I drew him bare chest, can't help myself . . .

[but-a-humble-rimworld-colony]

Also! I got thoughts Bout pigskin too I love pigskin. And I love the idea of boarskin. Idk if I fully commit to the vanilla expanded idea of they were created alongside pigskin bc i like the idea of them EVOLVING into it thru multiple generations creating a split between the original group of pigs and the new group of boars. I also love the idea of them evolving like real hogs so we can have a red river boarskin. Give me beautiful auburn hog...

[ghostys-originals]

so, what kind of autistic traits wolgang has?

Chewing

Little to no filter

The Noises

Staring (that means he likes you!)

Staring (He wants you dead)

Special interest in farm animals, loves randomly dropping facts every now and then

Volume control, whats that?

Hates scratchy fabrics

[ghostypeppers]

tfw you make such a horrid character and fall in love with him (platonically) instantly

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue September 1, 1963 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Two mohair suits by Monte-Sano & Pruzan

(Top) Model Jean Shrimpton wears a giant plaid ginger suit in smoky and auburn colors. The lines, simply these: a tubular jacket with a flattened front, a collar tied at the waist, a rounded skirt. Bracelet by Mimi di N. Hat by Christian Dior-New York.

(Below) Model Wilhelmina Cooper wears an even bigger and brighter plaid suit, in colors that sound weird, look wonderful - loden, flame, ginger shades. The jacket has dropped shoulders, no buttons; the skirt, rounded with two pocket slits. Blouse and scarf lining, orange silk. Golden earrings. Pigskin gloves by Crescendoe-Superb. Miss Alice hat.

Photo Bert Stern

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[bourbonmetalhead]

64 Bourbons Bracket: Round of 32 (Matchup 5) — Booker’s Pigskin Batch Vs. Baker’s 7 Year Single Barrel

Songs: “One Big Holiday” (My Morning Jacket) vs. “Antarcticans Thawed” (Sleep).

Song to advance is an absolute upset. “Antarcticans Thawed”, by Sleep, advances over “One Big Holiday” by My Morning Jacket. Why is that an upset? My Morning Jacket is one of my favorite bands and they often close out their concerts with this song. Although the _Okonokos_ version plays... so hold that thought.

OK. Not an upset. Sleep was going to advance because I had the studio and remastered versions of “One Big Holiday” on a playlist with Sleep. And the grove, meditation, and heaviness of Sleep swayed me. The complexity. A solo!?!?! in a Sleep song. Hierophants. The song blended well with Booker’s and its length matched Booker’s finish. But then the Okonokos version of “One Big Holiday” kicked in and it is complex metal. I still don’t know the lyrics to this song. And I am in no hurry to learn them. Ride the spiritual half pipe. Do tricks on the sonic wave. Wave good bye to surfboards and drug lords and rotting November gjords. Which I feel is how gourds shoukd be spelled. I see that gjord is from Old Norse and is a girth. Speaking of gjord and girth, Sleep riffs again. Shit, it still may advance. Let me have some more bourbon and contemplation. Hopper said that mornings are for coffee and contemplation. He ordered scotch and mispronounced wine of date night (party of one for the chief of police), but he is a bottom shelf bourbon man if I ever saw one.

I drink above the bottom shelf tonight. Ice cap. Hierophants. Riffs. Darkness on the patio, save for the cellphone glow. And the Beam darlings kick in. The higher proof, fancier dressed younger Booker’s vs. the unique barreled, OWA proofed, and slightly older Baker’s. This is a fist fight. Or a pissing contest. Certainly not a drag race. I take my time.

I am in the OT phase. A second pour of both. “Mountains. Highest point. Received.” I can’t even tell what Al Cisneros is singing a quarter of the time, even though he is singing excessively slow and annunciating. And this Sleep song just interconnects with the Booker’s Pigskin batch so well. Even the solo. A Sleep solo!

Baker’s 7 Year single barrel forced an overtime. I still sip it as I type its loss. Delicious. Honey. Cinnamon. Funk. Smooth. So smooth, a bit too smooth like the studio “One Big Holiday” vs. “Okonokos” version. And I must admit my brother-in-law may have inadvertently bounced “One Big Holiday” as he said it better advance tonight.

You see, I can sometimes be a natural rebel. But it was advancing — the Okonokos version — but the Sleep song merged with the Booker’s. Just as “One Big Holiday” did before. Shit, I even wrote “One Big Holiday” batch on the bottle. But this bourbon has a different, slower, mysterious, ancient, climate change-affected energy. I guess this is now Booker’s “Antarcticans Thawed” batch.

Do Antarcticans even exist? Al Cisneros cares not. He creates words. As the I-75 traffic that merges with the song cares not, all exists and interconnects — generally without cognizance of interconnection. If there is an Antarctic Legion, and if its members drink bourbon; I have no doubt the Antarctic legion would prefer Booker’s.

I will always go crazy when My Morning Jacket hit the first note of “One Big Holiday” in concert. And I will certainly buy another bottle of Baker’s 7 Year Single Barrel after this one gets drained. “One Big Holiday” and Baker’s 7 Year Single Barrel are both winners and they both forced overtime, but Booker’s Pigskin (Antarcticans Thawed) Batch and “Antarcticans Thawed” advance to the Sweet 16!

Raise your horns! Cheers! Now it’s time to turn down the jams before the cops show up!

Oh, by the way, I absolutely hate the smell of nail polish remover.