"You're a good liar, Mr. Strzok."

"How many times did you look into your wife's eyes and lie to her about Lisa Page?"

That's what Louie Gohmert asked.

Story at Daily Mail.

Also at Don Surber but interestingly, Surber notes how liberal press headlines the Strzok hearings.

NYT: "FBI agent at center of Russia probe turns tables on G.O.P."

Politico "FBI agent Strzok defiant in face of Republican interrogation."

AP: "FBI agent: My work has never been tainted by political bias."

Surber says the headlines are all that matters. The Washington media exists only to keep the socialist base of the Democratic Party engaged.

But Melissa Quinn of the Washington Examiner tweeted the highlight of the day. The Gohmert question that brings the whole thing down to one's sex life and relationships with women, girlfriends and wives.

Like headlines that's deep as people go. Surber says, "And that, dear reader, is how you do it. The Republican congressman from Texas just impeached Strzok. In the court of public opinion, the jury no loner has to believe a word that the witness said."

I'm going to be ill.

I must allow these people to live in their own hell. I must control my own thoughts. Direct my emotions productively.

Allow me to talk about something else entirely.

Change of subject.

My world has shrunken considerably. But that doesn't mean it's not interesting. Just putzing around today I got a quite a few projects advanced. I just now realized that.

I had plants still in their nursery containers. I didn't know where to put them. I've been watering them separately. Today I got all thirteen of them planted. And now, officially, there is not 1 sq. in. of visible dirt in any of he pots. They're all completely crammed.

And I mean crammed.

And seeing results of my cramming I get ideas for next year. I visualize this as a flower arranger does.

One time I dropped into a local bar for happy hour.

They were celebrating an anniversary of being open for business.

There were small flower arrangements on each table, the tall tables without chairs.

I struck it up with a fellow standing there at a table.

"This is a rather impressive little bit of design here. A good deal of thought went into this miniature arrangement. See, something tall and spiky next to something short and fuzzy, something dark next to something light, Something solid color next to something variegated, lanceolate leaf shape next to obovate leaf shape, something thick next to something light, and all this contained inside a classical triangular shape."

The guy just looked at me.

"What?"

"I didn't know plants could be talked about like that."

So that's happening now. As the plants are growing in their individual pots, I assess where I went wrong, how can their designs be improved. Ideally, they'll have something or things tall, things that shoot upward, possibly outward, and things that bush out around them and things that spill over and pour out. But each container cannot have that same design idea. There have to be breaks. A few monocultures, here and there providing relief.

Same thing with the aquarium. A black moss that I've not seen before covered the new plants grown from plant-tissue. They grew very well, then boom, covered in moss nearly overnight. Too much light, I suppose. This was an experiment for snail-free heavily planted aquarium. Now all the leaves are black. So I bought more clones to replace them, and today I planted those. But I also learned I can uproot the clones that grew very nicely and clean off the moss by hand with a scritchy-scratchy scrub sponge.

One leaf at a time.

I can also take the plants loaded with small leaves but coated with black moss, just pull them out, and bring some soft-gravel with them, and using both hands, rub the leaves with the gravel so it acts as abrasive. It's a very effective method. I'm halfway done, and the buffed up plants look brilliant. Plus I have the new replacements. The tank is looking great.

I baked hamburger buns using wheat grain purchased downstairs at the brewing company. I milled the grain to flour. Whole wheat buns. The wheat grain had been toasted for malting. If you've toured a brewery then you'll know about that. Extract from that process is the stuff that makes chocolate malts taste great. It does the same thing with bread. Toasted wheat works for bread.

I made the most fantastic whole wheat sourdough pullman loaf in the whole world. I just now ate a piece with butter and I feel a bit guilty hogging this amazing bread to myself. I have to spread this bread around there is too much for me to eat. I have to spread the joy and amazement. I'll do that today. I'll take a few slices in a sandwich bag down to the brewery and say, "Hey! Here's some bread made from your beer wheat." And other ladies around here always like food. This is going to blow their minds.

I'm well into the second story in the 8-story book on Egyptian literature. My way of learning involves Jsesh hieroglyphic program and photoshop. I learned that Photoshop can produce an mp4 video more easily than iMovie, for this purpose. The video today was episode 9 but it was really three separate lessons. A long video. So far, I've uploaded about 20 videos to YouTube.

So far I've looked up thousand and thousands of hieroglyphs just to transcribe them. I'm getting really good at entering the code. The code can be either the official international code for each specific hieroglyph, or it can be the phonetic transliteration, but that doesn't always work, it's a code of a code of code so a lot is left out and there are hundreds of doubles, sounds that mean multiple things, so the wrong glyph appears when its code for its sound is entered. So those cannot be used. That means you have to know how to pronounce the word. So for every single glyph I don't recognize, then I look in another text for answers to what the sign means, what it's trying to show, and how to pronounce it, and by doing that I've learned tons of new words in ancient Egyptian and it's helped immeasurably entering the code and speeding the transcriptions.

I'm getting really good at this. I can often enter entire lines without looking up anything, then hit enter, boink, a whole line of hieroglyphics appears in an instant like magic, and it's all perfect, and I keep thinking, man, if I had to draw that guy kneeling 200 times I'd go out of my mind.