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This completely creeps me out.

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Continuing in the ‘just because you can doesn’t mean you should’ vein….

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For the love of all that’s holy, no.

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In an experiment, Vlasman created OSCAR, a
living, organic being formed from his own cells,
albeit one that functions with the help of tech-
nology. And if having a pocket-sized human
system crafted from organic material wasn’t in-
teresting enough, OSCAR is fully modular.
here’s where you can start thinking LEGO-like
worlds – with each part interchangeable to create unique arrangements.

In the video, recently unearthed by News-
break’s Andrei Tapalaga, Vlasman shows off
how his brain module, which is a fully electric
device, connects to his lung module. The two
immediately start interacting together. He adds
in a kidney module, and then attaches two dif-
ferent limb modules that “start actuating the or-
ganism to move.” As the organic matter starts
sliding across the table, it makes you start to
worry what OSCAR is up to.

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When I read that, I thought… it can’t get any worse.

Then I saw the video and realized yes, it can.

And did.

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If that doesn’t give you the heebie jeebies nothing will.

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Happy (early) Valentine’s Day.

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We decided to beat the crazy Damn it, I have to take the wife out because it’s February 14th again Valentines Day crowds and spent yesterday having fun instead. When you’ve been married as long as we have, big romantic gestures are a thing of the past… and that’s fine. We started the day with a light lunch and cocktail at our local pub and then hit some antique stores.

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Where someone made art out of discarded lobster shells. Quirky, if not slightly disturbing.

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They say necessity is the mother of invention and this sled with skis seems to prove the adage.

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I found one vintage beer crate but it was full of bottles I didn’t want and a rotted bottom that wouldn’t hold my vinyl for long.. so I passed.

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Here’s the husband examining what was tagged as “A turban egg beater from the late 1800’s”

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Not seeing any colorful head coverings we realized the disc said “turbine egg beater”…. which, when you think about it, is equally as puzzling.

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Remember my post about Maine inventing chewing gum the other day? Glad the husband didn’t see this.

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After an afternoon of antiquing we ended at one of our favorite restaurants for dinner which was blissfully empty when we arrived.

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After a few lemon drop martinis and a fabulous cup of smoky clam chowder, dinner.

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Pan seared panko haddock with garlic Parmesan mashed potatoes, almond compound butter green beans, crispy leeks and lemon dill aioli paired well with a blackberry margarita for me.

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And a very rare Wagyu beef filet with red wine demi glacé, pickled peppers, pea tendrils and maple butter roasted carrots for the husband. Both meals were fabulous as usual and we shared a coffee crème brûlée that we devoured too quickly to photograph.

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So today.. on the actual day, we exchanged cards and my other half gave me a fancy cupcake and a box of truffles.

Alright, there were originally six truffles in the box and I took the picture at 8:00am.

Don’t judge, they were a delicious breakfast.

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The good old days.

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When I was flipping through my old baby book that was recently rescued from the cave of crap cellar, something interesting fell out.

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It was from my pediatrician’s prescription pad and instead of filling the younger version of me with drugs and antibiotics as doctors do today, it recommended a few simple home remedies for colds and sore throats that mothers have been using since time began.

Those really were the good old days.

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Micheal Crichton was right.

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I’m a firm believer in the old adage just because you can, doesn’t mean you should. It holds true for numerous scenarios:

Can I buy three pairs of the same shoe in different colors because they look great and fit really well? I can, but I shouldn’t.

Can I drink half a bottle of tequila? I can, but I shouldn’t.

Can I beat my husband over the head when he drags more of his crap up from the cellar and deposits it all over the house? I can, but I shouldn’t.

Okay… bad example. I probably should do that last one, but you get the idea.

But one the things I know shouldn’t ever be done?

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This is real. They’re very close.

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Wrong, in so many ways. These creatures went extinct fur a reason. Leave them in peace.

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The polar ice caps are melting, sea levels are rising. Polar bears are already dying from the diminished ice flows, why in the world would you want to recreate an animal that thrived in sub zero temps when our planet is warming? It seems beyond cruel to me.

And two days after I read that article?

This…

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And if you’re okay with that? Next up on their wish list is a saber toothed tiger. Imagine the hilarity that will ensue in the neighborhood when that kitty gets loose.

Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

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News you can’t use.

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Or want, but I’m posting it anyway.

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And TSA is worried about my shampoo bottle? Geesh.

This next headline falls under the category ‘you know you’re a redneck when’….

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Because nothing says I’ll love you forever like a Chicken McNugget.

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Stop drooling Mark. I doubt your new neighbors would approve.

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If their pasta recipes include footwear? I’m going to pass….

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What if I’m not an artist?

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Scrolling down my Facebook feed the other day I stumbled on a page of Maine artists.

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I really liked this person’s watercolors.

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And thought they would make wonderful cards.

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Wondering if they sold any, I tried to gain access only to find you couldn’t join the group unless you were an artist.

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I figured I could lie and say yes… cocktail pouring is an art, right?…. but you had to submit samples of your work so that didn’t seem feasible.

Guess the notecards aren’t in my future.

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Miscellaneous drivel.

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Let’s start with the required weekly photo of Lord Dudley Mountcatten.

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Say what you will about cats, the creatures know how to relax.

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This marketing strategy seemed a bit extreme for fresh water from the Alps. Death isn’t normally what I look for when buying natural spring water… but to each their own.

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The husband had been sputtering about a hot air popper for a while now, so I broke down and bought him one. Aside from breaking the top cover on the second go around, it looks like he hasn’t quite mastered the proper kernel to bowl ratio yet either….

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A tent for office naps? I fail to see how this won’t be noticed by management.

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As we began, so shall we end.

Lord Dudley Mountcatten, looking less than pleased with the photographer.

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Business upstairs, party down below.

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Have you ever seen a picture of someone and known you weren’t getting the full story?

Look at 3 year old Jeffrey Dahmer, wasn’t he a cute little tyke?

Look at prim and proper Lizzie Borden, nary an ax in sight.

So the next time you see the famous Grant Wood painting American Gothic?

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Know that there could have been a little extra something extra going on at the edge of the frame.

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Those socks!

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This will not be tolerated for long.

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Ever since my husband started his insulation and ceiling project down in the cellar, things have started to float upstairs…

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The den couch is now covered in crap.

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As is the den chair. These old uniforms (and ratty, full of holes, military issue socks because we can’t throw anything out, ever! ) were so stinky and full of mildew I made him take them to the laundromat in the next town. What does he plan on doing with them? Absolutely nothing.

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My auxiliary side desk in the home office is now covered in coins.

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And musty old boxes are being unpacked in the living room.

This particular box unearthed a treasure he was thrilled to see again.

See if you can figure out why…

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Men.

They’re easily amused.

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Not your mother’s Tupperware party.

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Ladies – do you remember back in the day when your friends hosted those annoying Tupperware or Home Interior parties? I never wanted any of those products but my girlfriends would beg me to come to boost their attendance numbers. I hated the silly games and the forced sisterhood of wives who had nothing better to do than discuss the merits of the new and approved bowls that burped…. but I went, because I’m a good friend.

When those home party invitations started to wane and then disappeared completely? I was thrilled.

When the Covid pandemic introduced everyone to Zoom and my friends discovered the joy of hosting a party virtually? I was much less thrilled.

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Yes, that’s an invite to a friend’s virtual, high pressure, please log on and buy something so I can reach my sales goal and receive the free gift I never would have bought for myself anyway, party.

To make her happy I accepted the invite and logged on at the appropriate time. I virtually waved hello to the sales rep of the company I’d never heard of and boosted her attendance numbers. About to slip out the digital back door unnoticed, I figured what the hell… I might as well check out what they were selling.

And may I just say? Wow.

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Onyx nipple clamps and an Over the Moon vibrator?

I have to be honest… it almost made me miss the bowls that burped.

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