John and Alyssa (Bates) Webster

I hate these winds. They are absolutely HOWLING here in SoCal. Not sure I'll be able to sleep tonight because I'm so afraid we'll get sudden evacuation orders the way we did with the Woolsey fire in 2018. There's no way of knowing when and where a fire might crop up and once it does, there's no containing it in these winds. I'm praying for the safety of our brave firefighters. My heart is with everyone in the Pacific Palisades and in Eaton Canyon near Pasadena. 

The world doesn't need more people. If people want to have children, that's fine, but there is no reason we have to keep having more people. 

Norovirus sucks, and it's beyond comprehension that donald fucking trump will be president again in less than two weeks. I can't see a light at the end of either tunnel. 😭🤬🤮

Red pea and corn salad.
sea island red peas
corn
olive oil
lemon juice
salt and pepper
tomato
serrano
red onion
cilantro

The most annoying fundies for me are the people I know personally. 

Winter snack: crispy chickpeas
Preheat oven to 400 F. Drain and rinse a can of chickpeas, then toss in olive oil and whatever spices you like. I use fried chili crisp. Cook for 15 minutes, stir, another 15 minutes, stir, repeat until they're crispy and delicious. Good as a snack, on salads, etc.
I am sharing my super secret chili crisp source just because I love you guys:
https://importfood.com/products/thai-curry-paste/item/thai-fried-chili-paste-for-tom-yum-14-oz

Serious question: is there anything men hate more than a woman's strongly held opinion?

Happy New Year!
https://defector.com/what-horrible-things-did-we-do-to-our-penises-last-year-5

Happy New Year, all you amazing people! I just saw a (possibly joking) tradition online called Yule Boasting.

My quick text version:
i will begin 2025 by distilling a barrel full of tequila from the agave plants in my yard, assisted by george clooney, who admires me greatly and will be sad and heartbroken when my plan moves ahead without further human assistance.
sky-clad, i will find my familiar, a malevolently clever curve-billed thrasher named Willie Wildman. together we will roam my neighborhood, putting together an animal army consisting of a coyote pack, a squadron of javelinas, and my local great horned owl pair, perseverance and ingenuity.
we will all consume mass quantities of tequila, paint our faces blue, and set out on yucca broomsticks to reach our nation's capitol.
we will swoop down on DC, screaming and howling, occupying first the capitol and then the white house, where we will become co-presidents and replace congress with the yacht-sinking orcas of the mediterranean. AND EVERYONE WILL FUCKING REJOICE.

It's crazy to think that it has already been 25 years since we were worried about what would happen when the calendars would switch over to Y2K.