Butter Scraped Over Too Much Bread

Welcome again to my humble abode.

This month, I wrote about American Stockhouses in Belgium , stores that originally sold American military surplus, as a follow-up to earlier articles describing the European fascination with the US. The current swift collapse of American liberal democracy may well be the final death blow to that admiration, but let's hope it won't come to that.

With personal tragedy piled on top of the geopolitical tragedies, maybe I am just getting numb to it all. I've been archiving rare uploads from YouTube and the Internet Archive on my Plex server. Organizing things and adding metadata… it's a great distraction from everything. At least one tiny part of the world that'll make sense.

Anyway, I've got a more direct sequel article as well. My earlier article about Belgian food now has a follow-up dedicated to (fast) food in Belgium that's still perceived as foreign, specifically focusing on the cuisines that are considered (but are not really authentically) Italian, Chinese and Turkish.

Wanderlore, an album by Dungeon Synth artist Deep Gnome, has been of some comfort. The opening quote sampled from the 1977 Hobbit movie sets the right cozy vibe immediately. Appropriately, a wizard Coby variant has appeared on my OCs page.