Grendel
@la-petite-vache.bsky.social
Sometimes butcher, sometimes armorer, sometimes book-binder, sometimes poet. Always curious.
Bisexual Wiccan, He/him.
Politics free zone.
Bisexual Wiccan, He/him.
Politics free zone.
To any Christians who may be here.
Welcome to my hearth on your most holy of days.
Rest and rejoice, in peace.
Welcome to my hearth on your most holy of days.
Rest and rejoice, in peace.
December 25, 2025 at 2:34 AM
To any Christians who may be here.
Welcome to my hearth on your most holy of days.
Rest and rejoice, in peace.
Welcome to my hearth on your most holy of days.
Rest and rejoice, in peace.
One more day- and a closing shift at that- and this nonsense will be over till next year.
Hiding tomorrow.
Hiding tomorrow.
December 24, 2025 at 1:34 PM
One more day- and a closing shift at that- and this nonsense will be over till next year.
Hiding tomorrow.
Hiding tomorrow.
AI "artists" are not artists. Period.
By definition, an artist is a person who *makes art*.
Pushing a button and having your computer shit out mediocrity is not making anything other than proof of your ineptitude.
Take your slop, plagiarism software and delusions of compatance, and begone.
By definition, an artist is a person who *makes art*.
Pushing a button and having your computer shit out mediocrity is not making anything other than proof of your ineptitude.
Take your slop, plagiarism software and delusions of compatance, and begone.
December 21, 2025 at 5:57 PM
AI "artists" are not artists. Period.
By definition, an artist is a person who *makes art*.
Pushing a button and having your computer shit out mediocrity is not making anything other than proof of your ineptitude.
Take your slop, plagiarism software and delusions of compatance, and begone.
By definition, an artist is a person who *makes art*.
Pushing a button and having your computer shit out mediocrity is not making anything other than proof of your ineptitude.
Take your slop, plagiarism software and delusions of compatance, and begone.
Grimoire of the Bull's Heart.
6 oz. Leather, hide glue, Bull's thigh bone, stainless seel hardware.
10"×12"×3. Approx. 1.75 pounds empty.
Sorry lads, this one's mine.
6 oz. Leather, hide glue, Bull's thigh bone, stainless seel hardware.
10"×12"×3. Approx. 1.75 pounds empty.
Sorry lads, this one's mine.
December 16, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Grimoire of the Bull's Heart.
6 oz. Leather, hide glue, Bull's thigh bone, stainless seel hardware.
10"×12"×3. Approx. 1.75 pounds empty.
Sorry lads, this one's mine.
6 oz. Leather, hide glue, Bull's thigh bone, stainless seel hardware.
10"×12"×3. Approx. 1.75 pounds empty.
Sorry lads, this one's mine.
Still here, still alive.
In survival mode. Three weeks until this damn holiday season is done for the year.
In survival mode. Three weeks until this damn holiday season is done for the year.
December 14, 2025 at 11:44 AM
Still here, still alive.
In survival mode. Three weeks until this damn holiday season is done for the year.
In survival mode. Three weeks until this damn holiday season is done for the year.
Witches staff.
Crepe Myrtle, Copper hardware, Bloodstone set in hand-wrought copper settings, sanded to 1000 grit & sealed with four coats of spar polyurethane.
6'4" tall, approximately 5 pounds.
Crepe Myrtle, Copper hardware, Bloodstone set in hand-wrought copper settings, sanded to 1000 grit & sealed with four coats of spar polyurethane.
6'4" tall, approximately 5 pounds.
December 12, 2025 at 11:06 PM
Witches staff.
Crepe Myrtle, Copper hardware, Bloodstone set in hand-wrought copper settings, sanded to 1000 grit & sealed with four coats of spar polyurethane.
6'4" tall, approximately 5 pounds.
Crepe Myrtle, Copper hardware, Bloodstone set in hand-wrought copper settings, sanded to 1000 grit & sealed with four coats of spar polyurethane.
6'4" tall, approximately 5 pounds.
Taking a day off for mental health.
Off from everything.
Off from everything.
December 8, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Taking a day off for mental health.
Off from everything.
Off from everything.
Sick as a dog. More later.
December 6, 2025 at 11:19 AM
Sick as a dog. More later.
Cooking done, and done with Thanksgiving for the year.
Thank the Good Lady.
Thank the Good Lady.
November 27, 2025 at 7:22 PM
Cooking done, and done with Thanksgiving for the year.
Thank the Good Lady.
Thank the Good Lady.
Simple Thanksgiving.
Baked ham, chicken dressing, garlic butter rolls, spinach and mozzarella pasta with vodka sauce.
Baked ham, chicken dressing, garlic butter rolls, spinach and mozzarella pasta with vodka sauce.
November 27, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Simple Thanksgiving.
Baked ham, chicken dressing, garlic butter rolls, spinach and mozzarella pasta with vodka sauce.
Baked ham, chicken dressing, garlic butter rolls, spinach and mozzarella pasta with vodka sauce.
Absolute shit day yesterday.
Work bullshit. Home worries. Auto worries. That Goddamn Xmas music. Came home with a stress migraine.
I had to take my head off the hook for a while. But I've apparently swapped my migraine for a hangover. Fuck.
I just want these fucking holidays over with.
Work bullshit. Home worries. Auto worries. That Goddamn Xmas music. Came home with a stress migraine.
I had to take my head off the hook for a while. But I've apparently swapped my migraine for a hangover. Fuck.
I just want these fucking holidays over with.
November 27, 2025 at 11:22 AM
Absolute shit day yesterday.
Work bullshit. Home worries. Auto worries. That Goddamn Xmas music. Came home with a stress migraine.
I had to take my head off the hook for a while. But I've apparently swapped my migraine for a hangover. Fuck.
I just want these fucking holidays over with.
Work bullshit. Home worries. Auto worries. That Goddamn Xmas music. Came home with a stress migraine.
I had to take my head off the hook for a while. But I've apparently swapped my migraine for a hangover. Fuck.
I just want these fucking holidays over with.
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I'm an "A.i." abolitionist.
No consumer-facing LLMs or generative "A.i." in anything.
Sure, machine learning in science and a few other limited applications is fine.
But consumer-facing LLMs and generative "A.i." that are based on theft, push disinfo, and can be manipulated by billionaires?
No.
No consumer-facing LLMs or generative "A.i." in anything.
Sure, machine learning in science and a few other limited applications is fine.
But consumer-facing LLMs and generative "A.i." that are based on theft, push disinfo, and can be manipulated by billionaires?
No.
July 8, 2025 at 11:53 PM
I'm an "A.i." abolitionist.
No consumer-facing LLMs or generative "A.i." in anything.
Sure, machine learning in science and a few other limited applications is fine.
But consumer-facing LLMs and generative "A.i." that are based on theft, push disinfo, and can be manipulated by billionaires?
No.
No consumer-facing LLMs or generative "A.i." in anything.
Sure, machine learning in science and a few other limited applications is fine.
But consumer-facing LLMs and generative "A.i." that are based on theft, push disinfo, and can be manipulated by billionaires?
No.
My oldest friend contacted me last night. His father is dying. Dementia.
Which suits him fine, 'cause he hates the bastard. Spent his entire life ignoring and belittling him.
Which of course stirred up thoughts of MY biological father, wherever the hell he is.
Not in a good headspace right now.
Which suits him fine, 'cause he hates the bastard. Spent his entire life ignoring and belittling him.
Which of course stirred up thoughts of MY biological father, wherever the hell he is.
Not in a good headspace right now.
November 26, 2025 at 11:20 AM
My oldest friend contacted me last night. His father is dying. Dementia.
Which suits him fine, 'cause he hates the bastard. Spent his entire life ignoring and belittling him.
Which of course stirred up thoughts of MY biological father, wherever the hell he is.
Not in a good headspace right now.
Which suits him fine, 'cause he hates the bastard. Spent his entire life ignoring and belittling him.
Which of course stirred up thoughts of MY biological father, wherever the hell he is.
Not in a good headspace right now.
I made my bacon cheddar cornbread for our work potluck.
I was thinking last night while cooking it, a *quadruple* batch may be a bit optimistic.
That's what I got back.
I was thinking last night while cooking it, a *quadruple* batch may be a bit optimistic.
That's what I got back.
November 24, 2025 at 11:50 PM
I made my bacon cheddar cornbread for our work potluck.
I was thinking last night while cooking it, a *quadruple* batch may be a bit optimistic.
That's what I got back.
I was thinking last night while cooking it, a *quadruple* batch may be a bit optimistic.
That's what I got back.
Public service announcement:
Butcher with 15 years experience speaking here. I've been altered to a clip on here about dropping a frozen turkey *directly* into hot oil to cook it.
THIS WILL DIRECTLY CAUSE A GREASE FIRE.
This will destroy your kitchen and put you in the hospital.
Don't do it.
Butcher with 15 years experience speaking here. I've been altered to a clip on here about dropping a frozen turkey *directly* into hot oil to cook it.
THIS WILL DIRECTLY CAUSE A GREASE FIRE.
This will destroy your kitchen and put you in the hospital.
Don't do it.
November 24, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Public service announcement:
Butcher with 15 years experience speaking here. I've been altered to a clip on here about dropping a frozen turkey *directly* into hot oil to cook it.
THIS WILL DIRECTLY CAUSE A GREASE FIRE.
This will destroy your kitchen and put you in the hospital.
Don't do it.
Butcher with 15 years experience speaking here. I've been altered to a clip on here about dropping a frozen turkey *directly* into hot oil to cook it.
THIS WILL DIRECTLY CAUSE A GREASE FIRE.
This will destroy your kitchen and put you in the hospital.
Don't do it.
Less than a week to Thanksgiving and the Iron Bowl.
It's almost over.
Then Christmas. Then done with this damn endless season.
Trying to stay strong.
It's almost over.
Then Christmas. Then done with this damn endless season.
Trying to stay strong.
November 24, 2025 at 3:21 PM
Less than a week to Thanksgiving and the Iron Bowl.
It's almost over.
Then Christmas. Then done with this damn endless season.
Trying to stay strong.
It's almost over.
Then Christmas. Then done with this damn endless season.
Trying to stay strong.
Why does humanity always assume God knows everything, sees everything, and never makes a mistake?
It's Her first time in this universe, too.
I think we're all trying to figure this out.
It's Her first time in this universe, too.
I think we're all trying to figure this out.
November 23, 2025 at 1:57 PM
Why does humanity always assume God knows everything, sees everything, and never makes a mistake?
It's Her first time in this universe, too.
I think we're all trying to figure this out.
It's Her first time in this universe, too.
I think we're all trying to figure this out.
(Listening to Xmas music)
Every song. The gifts to the baby Jesus: Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
He was a baby in a manger, with his parents in the middle of the night in the desert.
Some blankets, a couple backpacks of formula, food & water would have been better gifts for the kings to bring.
Every song. The gifts to the baby Jesus: Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
He was a baby in a manger, with his parents in the middle of the night in the desert.
Some blankets, a couple backpacks of formula, food & water would have been better gifts for the kings to bring.
November 20, 2025 at 11:22 PM
(Listening to Xmas music)
Every song. The gifts to the baby Jesus: Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
He was a baby in a manger, with his parents in the middle of the night in the desert.
Some blankets, a couple backpacks of formula, food & water would have been better gifts for the kings to bring.
Every song. The gifts to the baby Jesus: Gold, frankincense, and myrrh.
He was a baby in a manger, with his parents in the middle of the night in the desert.
Some blankets, a couple backpacks of formula, food & water would have been better gifts for the kings to bring.
Not sure how many days at work like yesterday I can stand. Everything fucked up. Everything.
For nine and a half straight hours.
The trend continued at home as well. Everything I touched went to shit. Everything.
(Breaths) Going to try again today.
Blessed be.
For nine and a half straight hours.
The trend continued at home as well. Everything I touched went to shit. Everything.
(Breaths) Going to try again today.
Blessed be.
November 20, 2025 at 2:22 PM
Not sure how many days at work like yesterday I can stand. Everything fucked up. Everything.
For nine and a half straight hours.
The trend continued at home as well. Everything I touched went to shit. Everything.
(Breaths) Going to try again today.
Blessed be.
For nine and a half straight hours.
The trend continued at home as well. Everything I touched went to shit. Everything.
(Breaths) Going to try again today.
Blessed be.
Spent half of yesterday working with fine (400 grit+) sandpaper on my staff, and giving it the first coat of stain.
Woke up this morning with a *pounding* sinus headache. 'Cause my dumb ass didn't wear a mask.
Woke up this morning with a *pounding* sinus headache. 'Cause my dumb ass didn't wear a mask.
November 17, 2025 at 1:13 PM
Spent half of yesterday working with fine (400 grit+) sandpaper on my staff, and giving it the first coat of stain.
Woke up this morning with a *pounding* sinus headache. 'Cause my dumb ass didn't wear a mask.
Woke up this morning with a *pounding* sinus headache. 'Cause my dumb ass didn't wear a mask.
Thought for today:
From Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.
A work of joy and wisdom.
From Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.
A work of joy and wisdom.
November 16, 2025 at 3:11 PM
Thought for today:
From Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.
A work of joy and wisdom.
From Kahlil Gibran, The Prophet.
A work of joy and wisdom.
I'm just sick of the world, lads.
Work. Politics. Football. Thanksgiving. Christmas right around the corner.
Cold. Tired. Depressed.
Feel like hiding someplace dark, quiet, and warm.
Work. Politics. Football. Thanksgiving. Christmas right around the corner.
Cold. Tired. Depressed.
Feel like hiding someplace dark, quiet, and warm.
November 15, 2025 at 7:59 PM
I'm just sick of the world, lads.
Work. Politics. Football. Thanksgiving. Christmas right around the corner.
Cold. Tired. Depressed.
Feel like hiding someplace dark, quiet, and warm.
Work. Politics. Football. Thanksgiving. Christmas right around the corner.
Cold. Tired. Depressed.
Feel like hiding someplace dark, quiet, and warm.