Monday, October 30


i fell behind pretty hard.
it happens to the best of us.
in the interest of real-life documentarianism,
i'm going to do my best to catch up,
quick, and dirty, and in-depth.
hallowe'en is right on us,
so there's no chance i can rest,
because there's no way i'm gonna skimp out in the home stretch.
there's a biblical deluge doing everything heavenly possible to enact unearthly havoc
on all of my last-minute poorly-planned costume-crunch-time finishing touches.
to be honest,
there's still a decent amount of genuine costume building still underway.......
i KNOW, right?
too much is the right amount,
and the harder way is the only way,
even if it isn't any smarter, by even one itty-bitty tiny mite.
my costumes ARE getting cooler, if more and more and more apocalyptic,
with each year of life.
one by one, hallowe'en after hallowe'en,
i get older, and my dress-up situation gets grimier.
i like that.
a lot. i'm underwater literally and figuratively,
with this as the lst chance to bring the noise for all the boys (and girls)
who may not care, at all, about the genuine real-time blood and sweat that has gone into
my carelessly cut and crafted powermatic bobtron warrior poet wasteland doombringer.
i hope so.
and also,
i F* around with treats still,
and pretty heavily at that.
check the teleport:

pumpkin raisin oatmeal jauns.
they're two sizes of the same thing,
with the bigger ones getting the exxxtra activation.
streusel-style toppings are kind of a weakness i have....
i went more sprankle than streus' this time,
but the point was gotten across all the same, i think.
some folks can't hang out with raisins.
i'm sorta not sorry about that, because while i don't really eff around with grapes,
unless they're the sour kind, so to speak,
i DO get freaky-diki with their dried-out old and busted mummies, man.
that's no joke.
at any rate, here's a little process list,
so you ca make some if you'd like-
feel free to omit raisins.
i am not emotionally invested in their inclusion.
preheat your oven to 360℉.
in a medium mixing bowl,
cream together:
1 stick vegan butter;
1/2 tsp salt;
1/3 cup sugar;
1/2 cup dark brown sugar;
1 tsp vanilla;
stir in:
1/2 cup pumpkin puree;
2/3 cup raisins (or not)
2 cups flour;
1 tsp bakey kapowder;
1 tsp bakey soda;
cinnamon, ginger; nutmeg, allspice.
2/3 cup rolled oats;
1/2 cup non-dairy milk.
mix it well, so it's thick, and sticky,
and spoon it generously into well-greased muffin tins.
i did the average size, and midi-sized.
no minis, just smallish, to still get a healthy bite every time.
the bigger ones have oats and brown sugar crinkles across their tops, too.
that's that streusley stuff.
...ans that's THE stuff.
bake them for 22 minutes,
and let 'em cool just enough to stay in one piece when you pull 'em out and munch 'em up.
are they better warm with a pat of butter?
you'd better believe it.
why would you even ask such a silly one, kid?
but are they still damned good a little later?
all soft and raisiny and rich an' sh!t?
you know they're tight, TILTY, and tasty, neighbors.
i don't F* around with mincey meals, man.
i'm flooded out and blown away by wind and driving rains.
will i finish what i have to?
that's just the thing of it, friends.
i HAVE to.
it's not the tasks set to me by others that compel me,
it's the trials i undertake with my eyes wide open,
with lesser gains,
but greater satisfaction,
that keep me moving forward.
anybody can work hard.
but it takes a special kind of drive to work even harder for no practical reason
beyond the sheer joy of creation.
it's ALL really happening,
right up to the last second;
never quiet, never soft.....

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