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So I'm watching a rerun of "Emergency!" for the first time in probably decades on some obscure OTA sub-channel, and the accompanying music is so clearly Nelson Riddle of 1960's Batman fame that it's taking me right out of the alleged drama.
 
Between Charlie Kirk and 9/11, this seems too mundane to put on FB, but I wanna say it and it's (nerdy) cool: early 20th century archaeology. My house was built in 1938. It was added onto twice--straight back, shotgun style. They tacked on 8 feet or so and then another 8 feet or so. My bedroom was originally the back of the house. Originally the steps to the basement intruded on the kitchen but when they added on they moved the basement steps to right behind where my (now drywalled over) back bedroom window used to be. So I could put a secret compartment right over my bed. Or a recessed bookshelf. But that's another story. The point is, there was maybe 4' to the left of the basement steps that, for lack of a better use, they turned into a 16' long hall closet.

Since I'm a geek, and my bedroom closet is tiny, I hit on the idea to cut a hole between the hall closet and my bedroom, panel the wall behind my bed and have a secret door to a big ass closet-escape from my bedroom to the back door. Clear? It really doesn't matter. The point is that I've been exposing the back side of the drywall in my bedroom for a long time now and I hit on a realization today. This is some whacky-ass drywall.

I assume it dates to 1938, when the house was built, because it makes sense that my bedroom was an original part of the house. It is not plaster & lathe. It is not the weird 50s/60s drywall with a metal mesh and plaster. It is 17" drywall boards, laid horizontally, like siding on a house. I assume they're 8' long but can't tell. I can only tell that there's a seam between sections of drywall every 17" or so. Wild. So in Olden Dayes they definitely laid a coat of plaster over the drywall. Which may explain why the walls in my bedroom could probably stop bullets.
 
If I ever rode a dolphin it would not be accidental. I would do it on porpoise.
 
There is a continuum of salmon.* At one end you have a salmon steak, cooked on an open fire after being pulled from the Columbia River earlier in the day (which I had years ago). Somewhere in the middle you have salmon in the supermarket deli or packaged in the freezer as filets. At the other end you have Chicken of the Sea canned salmon, which I had just now.

Ew. Maybe it was because my expectations were too high but it strikes me as the nastiest canned fish option. Words cannot describe it. It's a little like tuna--if tuna were grey and had bits of skin and bone in it.

*I expect this is the case with other foods--beef, pork, tuna, but in this case it was salmon.

I live by the Salmon

I love salmon
 
It is magical, innit. I was sharing my amazingly easy fish recipe with my neighbor--make some brown rice, put some fish fillets in a pan with olive oil, lemon juice, garlic salt, lemon pepper and an assortment of green spices--parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, etc. Throw a lemon slice on it and some frozen veggies around it, sprayed with cooking spray, and cook for 15 minutes at 425.

Anyhow I said I use salmon if I can get it for a good price but I generally go with whatever is cheapest and the neighbor said she thought salmon was horrible because it was too fishy tasting. So I burned down her house.

Not really. But the thought passed my mind.
 
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