9:26 AM

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7:11 AM

Website back up blogs

I'm shutting down a website and do not wish to delete my items from the internet so I'll be posting the majority of them here and at http://tinyfoodplanet.blogspot.com/

Please to enjoy a view of the past.
Evil Plans Or Green Schematics?

I'm planning the dollhouse of my (most recent) dreams. It will house a room of genetically modified superplants and a tiny zoo. There are also plans to make it a green lair so the sub(sub-sub-sub) basement will take advantage of thermal energy. With a solar heated watertank, and more solar panels on the roof You'll have to ask "Is this really the house of an evil villain?" Well you would if you ignored the army of robots downstairs or the security vines that trail all over the grounds.

If you can think of Green ideas or sinister add-ons for the house tweet me @Adaser or @ThePoshPanda. I'll be posting pictures as it's built and new ideas and inspirations that will help make this dollhouse fulfill the dream of any morally bent nerd's dream. Any small touches will be great too! Want one of the robot's storage locker to be covered in Kpop posters? Cool. Tiny blue box and miniature man walking around the zoo? Excellent!

It's getting a white wash today so ever room will be fresh for designing.

-TPP THU09SEP2010

Stories-Tales of Wonder and Delight!

NaNoWriMo Part One.

I woke to an overcast sky. Delayed rule on my window if I could make it through another day. If I could survive what was coming. For the past year and 1/2 to news reports talk to win at what happened. Scientists across the planet had tried to determine the exact time and a day. Only I have succeeded. And I will tell no one. If I did it would cause nothing but panic and wine at that can go in peace. The drizzle the softly against my window. But even though still are Lehigh knew there was no time to waste. But there is something had to attend two before starting my day. As to its lonely and reached under the blanket. If this was my last day on this planet I was going to make it memorable one. I brushed my fingers over mind by my leg. With the other hand at the large plastic object that laid on my nightstand and slid under the blankets. As a tip beside me for good luck. I grasp of the blanket with both hands and flung it upwards. I don't deny feet from the angles down. The sub run tonight feet instead in the middle of the bad. As I stood on my bed I glared at the ceiling. I'd been over slowly and grab the plastic shovel that lay next to my feet. He Woodalled one night headlong, too deeply. For vengeance will be nine times nine divided by four squared. For Iceland, I slammed the shovel into the ceiling for that was its destiny. Over and over again night as the hard plastic shovel cracked the ceiling tiles and plaster of the vengeful are all falling about my head. I grunted with each lunge. The slot trip down from eyebrow was made by the sweat. A jerked Dale Downes drug my forehead across the ice sheet.

He had left me in Iceland to suffer and die. But I did and I was a resurrected demon. I moved into the apartment below him and waited for my time. Those resurrected me where the cause of the end of the world. And I lunged over and over again forcing the shovel into the pale green tiles of my ceiling. Sweat dripping down my cheek, over my collar bone, and down between my breasts. And if that if if it were up, if that the file man was awake yet to the pounding of my sweet sweet shovel. If the noise sensitive explosives i placed under his pillow would soon make sure he never woke again. And in 30 seconds time a muffled fwump and a small plant with nearly ripened cherry tomatoes exploded through my ceiling. I was flung backwards clutching through my closet doors. Plaster and wood shards fell from the ceiling through the now gaping hole. as the drifting debris and goose feathers slowly settled on my mattress, I peered up. I tried to concentrated through the ringing in my ears and hopefully identify an arm or a vital internal organ. I saw the flash of the muzzle a split second before the bullet tore through my right shin. The second shot I blocked with the head of my shovel. They had raise me right and by raised I mean from the dead. He volleyed off three more shots before making a run from his position. The struggle to stand was shorter and more strict because of my training. For the bill was faster. I heard him start on the stairs, and at the same time there's a knock on my door. I hobbled to the front door and flown in open gym class the Chinese delivery man. I grabbed a shotgun he was holding, an album heart, a real wood one. I elbowed him in the face. It was a good model. Ethel to run the shotgun and fired a blast on the stairs. Damn, missed. While it was arty starting to heal, that's what I called my leg, the bastard had made it down to the four story building entrance. I made a choice and began to spread, holly giggled as I realized I was wearing any underpants. I winked her, blew her a kiss and sprinted down the hallway to the pane glass window that separated my floor from the 3 story drop. I was counting on the dumpster being underneath it, and it being full. I plop it with a shotgun before I jumped. I realize my leg was better today despite a gunshot wound up in eight places. As Ethel I try to spot him. She was a snippet that lived in a grain in my brain. But I couldn't see him. But as thankful as I was to be falling into three weeks of garbage it still feel polled by lake snap. It all went back to Iceland.


I was so young then. And at the same time, I was exactly the age I am now. I was a simple grillwork an innocent farm hand. They trained for three years, the people that led me to my destiny. I was in charge of making goat porn. Artificial insemination with robots had been made illegal. The government decided to take this matter into their own hands. they had taken out of the cold affected the hands of the robots. Some farms had even gone so far as to ban the artificial part altogether. This is where Dole porn game in Iceland started. Turns out goats get frisky to fruit. And fortunately I used to be a Sid photographer. Sid was the largest manufacturer of cloned fruits in South East Asia. Iceland, the country who depended on goats for 60% of their exported goods, was in a recession within three months. Their northern climate made it almost impossible to get enough of fruit. This created this job and I applied. I became one of the lead fruit porn creators in the northern hemisphere. It was a job I was good at, instinctively I found the right angles. the exact light to fill the bananas in. Just what combination of citrus and melon made the goats just go wild. I was happy with my job. I had won several awards over the two year span that I worked in the trenches of the Icelandic fruit porn industry. When the news came into my station that I was going to be one of the first to step aboard a quick shuttle service to the Moon, I was astounded. Training set in. Was hard work that I was used to it, becoming more flexible, more agile, more flexible, and also I could lick the back of my knee. I was a prime specimen of what a fruit porn producer could be. And the night of the shuttle launch, it was just one of those nights, or those fabulous nights and I could hardly contain myself. If I had bought a different measure and maybe even a pineapple, I would still be doing the job. I was starting a new product that night. Something radical. I was gonna turn this fruit porn industry on its head I was gonna introduce vegetables. I done some test samples earlier that month and the results were astounding. Not only do that vegetables raise the virility of the goats, it worked with cows and chickens. Pigs were mildly interested, until a broad and the soybean. Dale downs, the most trusted cameraman, was there but in the shoot he acted strange. I just thought he was try to fix a bit. Turns out I was wrong, dead wrong.

As a fishing cracking my bags of the light, he had complete control over what women were paid for our movies. Unfortunately for me, he decided that I wouldn't be involved, ever again. How was I know he was a fruitist? Someone who is anti vegetable. He never shown any signs. Then again, that's why it was the park mall that I met him at. If I had known what he was I would never gone. Malls are notorious for his hangouts. The room with 12 all locked up for the month, I took my bag and headed to the mall. If the weather had held off the blizzard I might never have found out. On the way to the mall i got a call saying that our ship was canceled. They could reschedule for a week from then, but that opened up my night. I was able to meet dale at the mall. When I got there he was already raging. Calling my work a travesty, against the foundation of nature, of something he could not allow. I begin to grow concerned but was too late. he said I wasn't the first to try to combine vegetables into porn. He grabbed my arm and said I would be silenced just like the rest. I tried a struggle and holes in the future appeared in my mind of where my film would never be. I yelled and fought that he was due to strong arming the people and I couldn't escape. Dale struck me across the face and I slumped against by car. He pushed me in the back seat, bound my hands, up to this nine on past we drove. He stopped by one the ice lakes and opened the door. I tried to kick at him but he grabbed my feet and Gender Neagle and my leg. Gender Neagle was the name of my porn. He tucked into my jacket and pulled me out by my feet. My back and head slammed against the concrete ice.

Payne consumed my mind, I had loved her, I was thinking of proposing to cut back the Moon settler cost. If a married couple went they received a discount. But I didn't want her just for her discount, her sparkling gray eyes had pull me away from working too late, and her ample body had comforted me on the dark cold nights after editing my latest film. sometimes after making love, we would lay there, feeding each other steamed lima beans and potato croquettes. God that woman could eat a bean in a way that made legs feel useless. Though the winter wind shrieked through the town, and made others seem like walking chicken men, Payne's lips were always soft and supple. I knew it was helped by her love of fried chicken, but I liked to imagine it was mostly because God would never let lips like that be hardened and cracked by the cruel winds. I would never see those sweet kisses fall on my body again. Never again hold her in the fading half light of dusk and breath in deep her natural scent of fresh baked pastries. I had left her only hours before, promising to bring her back some of the rare sugared moon flowers they had on the moon. I wondered if she would find the opal ring under my collection of readers digests from the early 1750's. If she would know what the milky white stone meant. What I was willing to promise her with the shifting sparkles of rainbow hidden in its depths. Maybe, I hope she would. An abrasive sound threatened to break through my half coma-state of happy memories, but i fought it with every bit i could. I tried to hold onto the memory of Payne for as long as i could, knowing the world was going to take her from me as soon as I regained consciousness. It was little use. She was slipping away and in her place a different kind of pain. Severe, raw, and almost all encompassing.

I cracked my eyes and could see the silhouette of Dale chopping away at the ice with a shovel. he had laid a flashlight up on a tripod to light his way. I had given him that tripod that son of a bitch. A sharp pain lanced through my head making me retch uncontrollably. He realized I was awake and jammed his shovel into the ice to hold it there. He walked towards me and looked down frowning. The sharp pain that exploded in my head could only mean he had kicked me. Well, that, or hit me with an acme hammer he was hiding behind his back, but I'm gonna go with the first option.


Just a couple of things while the changeover happens.

-GGG

1:25 PM

I Heart Salads! My Way






Cooked the cherry tomatoes in the oven until the skin burst off.

Put the spinach in the micro for 1min20 sec.

Chopped a large green onion up like:green tops chopped short ways until I got to the pale green, then cut in 1/8 strips and separated.

Put the spinach down, drizzled basil vinaigrette over it, put down chopped green onions stems, slivered raw onion, skinless tomatoes, 3 finely crumbled oyster crackers, and a pinch of salt on the tomatoes.

Shredded some Colby Jack cheese and put it on a pan under the broiler until edges crisped up. Made sure to lift the edges before it cooled slightly so i could remove it from the pan later. Pushed the edges into a heart shape and as soon as the center was solid enough to lift, places it over the arranged salad and sprinkled with a few more green onion stems chopped fine.


I like my salad this way, but next time will toss the vinaigrette with the dressing. Got a couple of strong bites.

Greens are people too!

-GGG

8:12 PM

Hey Look!

Check out this sweet sculpture based on a Kinokofry comic strip!








Please Excuse the printer paper background and the edge of my thumb. I am not the best photographer! The Price is going to be split between me and Rebecca Clements. Price $120 US. Shipping cost to be determined based on location.

Free hug coupon with purchase!

-GGG

10:52 PM

NaNoWriMo Post #1

I woke to an overcast sky. Delayed rule on my window if I could make it through another day. If I could survive what was coming. For the past year and 1/2 to news reports talk to win at what happened. Scientists across the planet had tried to determine the exact time and a day. Only I have succeeded. And I will tell no one. If I did it would cause nothing but panic and wine at that can go in peace. The drizzle the softly against my window. But even though still are Lehigh knew there was no time to waste. But there is something had to attend two before starting my day. As to its lonely and reached under the blanket. If this was my last day on this planet I was going to make it memorable one. I brushed my fingers over mind by my leg. With the other hand at the large plastic object that laid on my nightstand and slid under the blankets. As a tip beside me for good luck. I grasp of the blanket with both hands and flung it upwards. I don't deny feet from the angles down. The sub run tonight feet instead in the middle of the bad. As I stood on my bed I glared at the ceiling. I'd been over slowly and grab the plastic shovel that lay next to my feet. He Woodalled one night headlong, too deeply. For vengeance will be nine times nine divided by four squared. For Iceland, I slammed the shovel into the ceiling for that was its destiny. Over and over again night as the hard plastic shovel cracked the ceiling tiles and plaster of the vengeful are all falling about my head. I grunted with each lunge. The slot trip down from eyebrow was made by the sweat. A jerked Dale Downes drug my forehead across the ice sheet.

He had left me in Iceland to suffer and die. But I did and I was a resurrected demon. I moved into the apartment below him and waited for my time. Those resurrected me where the cause of the end of the world. And I lunged over and over again forcing the shovel into the pale green tiles of my ceiling. Sweat dripping down my cheek, over my collar bone, and down between my breasts. And if that if if it were up, if that the file man was awake yet to the pounding of my sweet sweet shovel. If the noise sensitive explosives i placed under his pillow would soon make sure he never woke again. And in 30 seconds time a muffled fwump and a small plant with nearly ripened cherry tomatoes exploded through my ceiling. I was flung backwards clutching through my closet doors. Plaster and wood shards fell from the ceiling through the now gaping hole. as the drifting debris and goose feathers slowly settled on my mattress, I peered up. I tried to concentrated through the ringing in my ears and hopefully identify an arm or a vital internal organ. I saw the flash of the muzzle a split second before the bullet tore through my right shin. The second shot I blocked with the head of my shovel. They had raise me right and by raised I mean from the dead. He volleyed off three more shots before making a run from his position. The struggle to stand was shorter and more strict because of my training. For the bill was faster. I heard him start on the stairs, and at the same time there's a knock on my door. I hobbled to the front door and flown in open gym class the Chinese delivery man. I grabbed a shotgun he was holding, an album heart, a real wood one. I elbowed him in the face. It was a good model. Ethel to run the shotgun and fired a blast on the stairs. Damn, missed. While it was arty starting to heal, that's what I called my leg, the bastard had made it down to the four story building entrance. I made a choice and began to spread, holly giggled as I realized I was wearing any underpants. I winked her, blew her a kiss and sprinted down the hallway to the pane glass window that separated my floor from the 3 story drop. I was counting on the dumpster being underneath it, and it being full. I plop it with a shotgun before I jumped. I realize my leg was better today despite a gunshot wound up in eight places. As Ethel I try to spot him. She was a snippet that lived in a grain in my brain. But I couldn't see him. But as thankful as I was to be falling into three weeks of garbage it still feel polled by lake snap. It all went back to Iceland.
I was so young then. And at the same time, I was exactly the age I am now. I was a simple grillwork an innocent farm hand. They trained for three years, the people that led me to my destiny. I was in charge of making goat porn. Artificial insemination with robots had been made illegal. The government decided to take this matter into their own hands. they had taken out of the cold affected the hands of the robots. Some farms had even gone so far as to ban the artificial part altogether. This is where Dole porn game in Iceland started. Turns out goats get frisky to fruit. And fortunately I used to be a Sid photographer. Sid was the largest manufacturer of cloned fruits in South East Asia. Iceland, the country who depended on goats for 60% of their exported goods, was in a recession within three months. Their northern climate made it almost impossible to get enough of fruit. This created this job and I applied. I became one of the lead fruit porn creators in the northern hemisphere. It was a job I was good at, instinctively I found the right angles. the exact light to fill the bananas in. Just what combination of citrus and melon made the goats just go wild. I was happy with my job. I had won several awards over the two year span that I worked in the trenches of the Icelandic fruit porn industry. When the news came into my station that I was going to be one of the first to step aboard a quick shuttle service to the Moon, I was astounded. Training set in. Was hard work that I was used to it, becoming more flexible, more agile, more flexible, and also I could lick the back of my knee. I was a prime specimen of what a fruit porn producer could be. And the night of the shuttle launch, it was just one of those nights, or those fabulous nights and I could hardly contain myself. If I had bought a different measure and maybe even a pineapple, I would still be doing the job. I was starting a new product that night. Something radical. I was gonna turn this fruit porn industry on its head I was gonna introduce vegetables. I done some test samples earlier that month and the results were astounding. Not only do that vegetables raise the virility of the goats, it worked with cows and chickens. Pigs were mildly interested, until a broad and the soybean. Dale downs, the most trusted cameraman, was there but in the shoot he acted strange. I just thought he was try to fix a bit. Turns out I was wrong, dead wrong.

As a fishing cracking my bags of the light, he had complete control over what women were paid for our movies. Unfortunately for me, he decided that I wouldn't be involved, ever again. How was I know he was a fruitist? Someone who is anti vegetable. He never shown any signs. Then again, that's why it was the park mall that I met him at. If I had known what he was I would never gone. Malls are notorious for his hangouts. The room with 12 all locked up for the month, I took my bag and headed to the mall. If the weather had held off the blizzard I might never have found out. On the way to the mall i got a call saying that our ship was canceled. They could reschedule for a week from then, but that opened up my night. I was able to meet dale at the mall. When I got there he was already raging. Calling my work a travesty, against the foundation of nature, of something he could not allow. I begin to grow concerned but was too late. he said I wasn't the first to try to combine vegetables into porn. He grabbed my arm and said I would be silenced just like the rest. I tried a struggle and holes in the future appeared in my mind of where my film would never be. I yelled and fought that he was due to strong arming the people and I couldn't escape. Dale struck me across the face and I slumped against by car. He pushed me in the back seat, bound my hands, up to this nine on past we drove. He stopped by one the ice lakes and opened the door. I tried to kick at him but he grabbed my feet and Gender Neagle and my leg. Gender Neagle was the name of my porn. He tucked into my jacket and pulled me out by my feet. My back and head slammed against the concrete ice.

Payne consumed my mind, I had loved her, I was thinking of proposing to cut back the Moon settler cost. If a married couple went they received a discount. But I didn't want her just for her discount, her sparkling gray eyes had pull me away from working too late, and her ample body had comforted me on the dark cold nights after editing my latest film. sometimes after making love, we would lay there, feeding each other steamed lima beans and potato croquettes. God that woman could eat a bean in a way that made legs feel useless. Though the winter wind shrieked through the town, and made others seem like walking chicken men, Payne's lips were always soft and supple. I knew it was helped by her love of fried chicken, but I liked to imagine it was mostly because God would never let lips like that be hardened and cracked by the cruel winds. I would never see those sweet kisses fall on my body again. Never again hold her in the fading half light of dusk and breath in deep her natural scent of fresh baked pastries. I had left her only hours before, promising to bring her back some of the rare sugared moon flowers they had on the moon. I wondered if she would find the opal ring under my collection of readers digests from the early 1750's. If she would know what the milky white stone meant. What I was willing to promise her with the shifting sparkles of rainbow hidden in its depths. Maybe, I hope she would. An abrasive sound threatened to break through my half coma-state of happy memories, but i fought it with every bit i could. I tried to hold onto the memory of Payne for as long as i could, knowing the world was going to take her from me as soon as I regained consciousness. It was little use. She was slipping away and in her place a different kind of pain. Severe, raw, and almost all encompassing.

I cracked my eyes and could see the silhouette of Dale chopping away at the ice with a shovel. he had laid a flashlight up on a tripod to light his way. I had given him that tripod that son of a bitch. A sharp pain lanced through my head making me retch uncontrollably. He realized I was awake and jammed his shovel into the ice to hold it there. He walked towards me and looked down frowning. The sharp pain that exploded in my head could only mean he had kicked me. Well, that, or hit me with an acme hammer he was hiding behind his back, but I'm gonna go with the first option.


Next time:Zombification! Trips to Paris! And A Volcano!!

Leave things you want in the story in comments.

-GGG