Bedding the Bloody Butcher

After an exciting set of early morning activities, I decided to stay up and go to the Sunset Valley Farmer's Market instead of going back to bed. After the General Failure of my tomato efforts last year, I wanted to get some heirloom tomatoes so I could start saving seed. I got some Bloody Butchers, which I already love even as seedlings, and some more Sweet 100s, which, while hybrids, were the best producers last year, especially in the heat. I planted one BB and two S100s in containers so they would be movable, and the remaining BB and 4 S100s in, unfortunately, the same beds I used last year. This time, though, I used a 4-ft spacing instead of a 2 foot spacing, so the plants should be healthier and less vulnerable to drought. I finally got some new sweet basil for the season, which went into the herb spiral. I also replaced one olla and re-filled the olla network, and am hoping our mopey weather will turn into rain right on time!

Officially Too Stupid Now

I've been watching re-runs of The Greatest American Hero, one of those Great-When-You're-Eleven-type shows that isn't quite the same 25 years later. The main theme is that a teacher for troubled youth is given a superhero suit by aliens so he can fix the world. Naturally, he immediately loses the manual. After six or seven episodes, I was already getting tired of watching him unable to get off his normal clothing (does the suit not work when he's still wearing it?) and flail screaming every time he flies. However, the straw that broke the camel's back was when a government bureaucrat, after having been merely *accused* of being responsible for a string of arsons, pursues our hero's FBI friend while wearing a fire proximity suit and wielding a flamethrower on a motorcycle in broad daylight.

I'm watching one specific episode, The Beast In Black, that I seem to remember fondly, and then it's toodles for this 1981 masterpiece. That part of my hard drive could be holding *porn* for God's sakes!