Anybody want to know how I eat peanuts that have been roasted in their shells? Of course you do!

I pop them in my mouth. Suck on them until any salt that may be on them is removed. Remove them from my mouth. Bite them in half. Peel them with my hands. And then I suck on the peanuts, just in case there is any more salt to be had, and chew them up.

Now you know.

Not that I eat peanuts of any kind all that often. I’m not especially fond of them. But on some rare occasions, when they are there and the conditions are just right, I eat them as them described.

Also, the plans for the new Farrier F-22’s are out, and they are being built at locations around the world. Naturally, this means I am hearing far more intricate detail about boats and the building of boats that I personally ever need to hear. There’s this disembodied voice on the other side of my monitor that won’t shut up about the damn boats already! I love Ian’s boats too, but I have limits of tolerance. They have been surpassed. I do not care about the intricate details of any boat, such as how many whatevers you have to stick together to make the hull … or the negative buoyancy rating of a pontoon. All I need to know is does the boat float, will it continue floating, and how do we stay alive if it stops floating?

Did you know that some of the very best sails are made out of Mylar and taffeta? Neither did I.

Now we know.

I better go make dinner. Perhaps some soup and a sandwich will distract the disembodied voice that has babbled through so many different topics in the last few minutes, I don’t even know what he’s talking about anymore. All I know is he just admitted he’s psycho. Finally. That’s as good a place as any to start dinner.