Monday slash Tuesday slash painting shit slash yes we're still breathing slash jumping trump in

And who doesn't love some shiny black trim?  We have a shiny black habit and are finding it hard to relinquish the idea in favour of cedar trim on the new build (more about that later).  

​If you're wondering why our posts have been so sporadic, look no further than this bitchy little new project.  

​I took these at the end of our house painting adventure and have only just gotten round to looking at and posting them. 

Enviropaints manufacture locally/responsibly and were having a special so we picked up 20L of their roof paint in 'Red'.  (Just FYI, if you fancy deep or strong shades but find the tinting too expensive, most roof paints come in strong standard colours fo cheep and you can slap that durable shit on just about anything.)  We only really needed 10L: doh.

So we went from smoky old patchy dark cherry to a brighter, hotter shade that was supposed to be a sort of barn red and turned out to be more of a blood orange or MAC Lady Danger situation.  

But you know, sometimes fate farts in your face and you don't mind the smell; I'm enjoying this colour a lot.  It morphs from sulky ochre red in the shade to eye-fucking tangerine in the sun on a constantly-shifting gradient and forms an awesome contrast to all the garden plants.  

​It's a shitty screaming baby of a thing and I'm already considering sneaking across the road and tossing it over the cliff taped up in a garbage bag, almost as though it were a real infant.

Ha ha!  Juuust kidding.  I could punt it out over the drop from my bedroom window, no problem.

We're going with a a passive house concept made from SIP panels which are fabbed down the road from us in Cromwell.  The company is Climate House and no, I'm not getting any kickbacks because begging comps and discounts from everyone you blog about is tacky as shit.  Goodwill and word of mouth need to be liberated from the stinky taint of paid-for praise; that's one small thing we can all do to make shit better.  I think so, anyway.

We've been enjoying the details of the munted trump (doesn't warrant shift key) inauguration.  Cake appropriation.  Logistical tantrums.  Melania K-holes.  CIA rage fumes (sometimes karma smells like bubbling hairpiece glue and sweaty pubes): it had it all, really.  A cursory if somewhat jaundiced armchair diagnosis of his behaviour, with all that limited vocab, paranoia, acting out, disordered circadian stuff and cheese-holed memory etc certainly looks like early-stage dementia, doesn't it?  Fun times ahead.  My only black-hearted comfort is that at least his stunted, oinking family will wear some of the fallout.  Wait til he starts spitefully shitting his pants whenever someone tries to take his phone away.
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Don't feel bad for not wanting to understand his supporters.  They say everything they're thinking  so there's nothing to discover.  It's not like we haven't spent the last fifty years trying to bring them up to speed on some very simple concepts, many of which we grasped in our first years in primary school, for fuck's sake.  Come on now.  No one alive and cognisant today in the western world can reject social and environmental justice informed by intellectual endeavour out of ignorance.  

They just don't care.  As R just observed, they've been tricked into publicly wearing the uniform.  Now we can see who they are.

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