Took a nite off
Kray kray day, didn’t make it to Da’s until near 1830,,,
Sis is seeing why I dropped stuff in her lap. ROFL Not funny, but funny. Shits more than a little SNAFU for those of us that are from ‘Up-Nort’. Yes, there is still Yankee in me, probably never gonna get rid of all of it seein’ how I was Yank until mid 40’s. But I did have some So’thern raising as well.
BUT dammit man,,, when it comes to documentation, Can’t we get a little better in the description department? Seriously,,, some of these property deeds could describe a spiral down a hillside in Tibet!!!!
“From double white oak to sweetgum on creekbank” TOTALLY NOT KIDDING!!!
sigh
We lost an ICON over the week. Not much of a Chuck Norris fan, but he was a staple from my childhood on. From the 70’s action movies through the 80’s continuations and 90’s There was Chuck.
I’ma bettin’ that Keith Richards and Mick Jagger are starting to hear that tapping on the door since hearing about Chuck,,,
Maybe not,,,, Keith probably bypassed that event long ago: Death thinks he’s already been collected or something,,,, LOL
Somethin’ that hit me yesterday while boring holes (a quite boring job,,,,) Nothing is changing except the money,,, the lies and corruption are still with us, not one person has been indicted and likely never will be. Even the ‘List’, full of evidence and names numbers times places,,,, Crickets from on high,,,(well, not crickets, but protests that ‘its not that important,,,’ )
Nothing is gonna change until it all comes apart and people realize that THEY are the source, not the “leadership” or “Governments” of the world.
BY CONSENT,,,
but consent can be passive, even with ignorance (how many people around you can explain anything credible about reasons for Governance? I’ll wait while you figure it out,,,,)
Yah,,,,a bare handful if that many in a count of 100000 peeps can give moderate to defined answers. Most are spewing garbage they were taught (badly) or guessing, if not outright blowing the question off as meaningless.
But in someways, thats even better,,, It shows that we really do NOT need to be ‘Governed’, and that most people can get through the day without needing a chaperone.(though,,,If things go sideways, many of those without chaperone will likely die through Darwin events. Our current society is geared to support,,, take away that support and people get sorta nutzoid and the stoopid will shine quite brightly for a brief moment.) there are always exceptions, the only problem being, that we have allowed our DUTIES to be taken over by others, and now expect that those duties will be done corrrectly and justly.
Um, no,,, It doesn’t quite work like that, do it? There was a time when a criminal could expect to be pillaried at the least end of justice, and HUNG on the hard end of same. Or even beheaded. There was time when individual squabbles would be settled by ‘Gentlemans duel’ (and there are even records of Ladies having their version.) with rules to how such were handled, written by societal norms, NOT GOVERNMENT.
Ah,,, but here I go again,, the surly curmudgeon, whistful for ‘the old days’, that were and weren’t as good as I recall. Yes, doubled up memories,,,, I do recall when the Medical Industry TRIED to fix people up, not maintain illnesses. I do recall when FOOD was actually GOOD and GOOD FOR YOU. (with all things in moderation, but thats timeless advice) I recall when automakers actually made CARS, not 2 owner junkbuckets slated for the scrap yards in 7 years (and designed so that NO ONE can work on them without specialty tools that have to be model exact.) So yes,, I do see the good in the past.
But there is good on this end too. The fact that information flows so freely that we can see the corruption of the Governments and Bankers and Corporations. Maybe we feel helpless in dealing with it (They are quite large afterall and very much into selfpreservation. They may not be individuals, but individuals created them, and that survival instinct is ingrained at creation.)
And, the whole JIT delivery system that has evolved since the 80’s,,, Computer systems streamlining everything (but making it so corruption can grow as well) and making our world just a bit smaller every passing year. For example: early 90’s,,, had an Aussie GF in So-Cal. She was denied re-up on her student Visa and had to return home. The Phone bill between us was near $1000 for the first month after her return. We both decided that a long distance relationship was not gonna work like that. 10 years later, emails became ‘the norm’ and said communications became so cheap as to nearly FREE.25 years now, and Long Distance Phone calls are non-existant, only country to country calls get added billing and even there, those are being rapidly replaced by “Facetime” “Zoom calls” and other internet based communications.
The world shrinks more and more, Ideas grow in fertile minds world wide and communication makes collaberation easier. IDEAS are taking off.
The downside, The creative streaks we had when everyone was downtrodden are weak and pitiful. Listen to ‘popular music’ out now as an example of how ‘simple’ minds have become.
At least we have 3D printing now. ROFL (thats acutally a good thing and one I need to delve into more for metal casting and the like. faster cleaner mold designs .)
The world moves on, the last generation gets the dregs of the one prior, and entropy reveals itself in the strangest of ways. Yet we stand on the shoulders of Giants. Giants that made our world possible. Its a double edged sword of ideas flying though me head today, spurred by thoughts of a ICON leaving this realm for the next. God Speed Chuck!
LLLLL!
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Scrublands
Historically, the place I reside was called Dry Hill. It ain’t, but thats beside the point. Its more recent naming is Briarhill. THAT is as accurate a description as I can think of.
I walked the perimeter of my property this eve, geo-cacheing the outer points and recording the GPS coordinates. I will be filing paperwork here soon, after I discuss things with lawyer and Civil engineer I know (the latter for how to word the boundery description with those coordinates, and minor landmark BUT PERMANENT points )
I made reference that I am not very trusting of anyone local here recently. and the person I am least trusting of is my cousin purchasing Da’s house. Not that he has made noize that would indicate deceptive moves, but there are little verbal ticks that have been said that tells me “COVER YOUR ASS!!!” See, Unk and I are co-owners of the property my house sits on: problem being, thats a VERBAL AGREEMENT and his son was not a part of that agreement. IF, God forbid, something were to happen to HIS Da, well, I could easily see him and self getting into a reall frackus over “who owns what”. No thanks,,, I want this in writing, with certifications and FILED AND RECORDED accordingly. Its been a back and forth thing. Unk wants to just sign it all over to me: son tells him ‘no’, then its back again,,, (and Unk can lilve here for the rest of his life for all I am concerned,,, I’d like to split the property in two anyways, for the Address things, and getting it OFF the list of ‘private drive’ and onto a county road. Get the Magistrate off his limey ass and do something about that damned hill. that would open up the doors for the county to do something about BadCuz’s dawgs as well.) I’m tired of the pinball effect its having on my spirit. I was up till 4am last night, tossing and turning with the varied levels of anxiety the whole thing (property issues, both mine and Da’s, Da and his medical state, Da and his MENTAL state, WORK BILLS,,,, on and on and on it went until I sat my ass down, glass in hand, and said “what can you do about ANY of this at 4 AM? Notta damned thing,,, GO TO BED!!! ” The glass helped, but the talk did more. I woke a little less stressed.
And to boot,,, I know all of this is just one more test in this fucked up krazy ‘reality’ before I can move on. I feel like I am failing this one… I don’t like that.
I’m a simple man. I like things balanced and predictable. I can handle ‘not predictable’,,, where I fail the most is “TRUST” . Been burned a few times, and when things are ‘real world’ with clerical errors and vague wordings, and HUMAN NATURE inspired manipulations,,, Yeah,,, VERY MUCH the curmudgeon expecting the knife in the kidneys,,,, I don’t like being like that, which is why I usually keep my dealings much closer to the chest, small and of low value. (to the world in general, but plenty valuable to me.)
This too shall pass.
And when it does,,, I will look back on it just like I do when runing whitewater. Looks hellish up top, then at the bottom of the run, nearly tame and I ask myself what the problem was. I know I am a cautious person, but there is a point where caution becomes COWARD,,, and I don’t like to think I am that. I risk, just look at the turns my chapters have made over the last 35 years. Mechanic, sound dood, Production company, National Touring Sound dood, national touring MANAGER,,,, I didn’t do those things because I trained my ass off in some school,,, I learned them by jumping in, both feet, not holding my nose and DOING…. Thats not cowardice,,, And I do not like the idea that I may be getting cowardly in my older phases…
So, whats holding me down right now? Lord, thats a talll question. INSECURITY. Holding the line, with anchors in place, but one main anchor is loose and sliding along the sea-floor. DAD. His fighting whatever the hell got him and slowly (RAPIDLY) going downhill, has upset my balance something feirce. I have been unloading on Brudda B more and more lately. I, and this took some doing on my part, let one of my sisters take over things for a spell (She IS much better at the paperwork crap,, I tend to be better at the face to face people stuff: so long as “I’d rather eat your spleen with a spoon” look is the effect needed. ) It has allowed me to focus more on my issue of the property, Which is much needed to be done. But I feel like I chintzed out a bit: dropping the ball so to speak.
I am not as stoic as I would like to believe. I also think the Stoics of old would find this Bureaucratic world flat unbearable.Shit just does NOT need to be this frellin’ complicated.
Anywhoobamajigawitz,,, its getting late, I’m actually ready to view the inside of my eyelids tonight, not toss and turn in turmoil. (exhaustion? Mehbe,,,,) And the world at large continues to spin, orbit the sun and proceed apace at near a million miles per hour through the universe.
i’z just anudder sparklie in the great big wide,,,, this ain’t reality,,,, thats waits for later,,,
Luv y’all
LLLLL!
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Letters,,,
Not a good post, nor a bad one, but not upbeat by anymeans.
To my Fellow Ameri-CANS: If you use propane, get your bottles filled, ASAP. The price is set to go through the daggum roof soon (like week or less) and could take years to return to current stage, if ever,,, That leads to the next “do it ASAP”. If you aren’t already in gold and silver,,, Probably too late,,, but its never too late for brass lead and copper. Or maybe I should restate that,, It may be getting scarce again,,, jump now, if ya can. My current spread, I’m going for the small caliber stuff and loading hard. I don’t see us getting into routine bloodshed on these shores, but a 22LR can do double duty in many ways. And yes, people, a well placed 22LR can kill many things quite a bit larger than Feral Mutt. Key words,,, WELL PLACED.
If you are a reloader, get your powders and primers,,, With the current price points of anything even partly made with petro products, things are gonna go sky high, if you can even get them. And with current admin shenanigans, Producers are gonna focus on the Contracts over general/civvie production.
NOW,,, the letter to the other ones,,,
Dear Corporate Banking schemes,,, ALL of the fun and games y’all are pushing, to keep the bubble of your own making from popping,,,, Guess what? A large majority of the world are onto your shit. WE SEE YOU!! and we don’t really give a flying fuck if your world comes apart. You’ve already fucked ours over pretty damned good, and your toadies in the GOVs of the world are seen as well. Many of us out here in the tall grass of the wild world are getting real close, if not already at, the “Let it fucking burn!” stage. We know the ‘real world’ will be just fine; a little roadweary, but just fine. We don’t NEED you to keep the wheels rolling. You just made it easier, until y’all got greedy and ‘wanted it all”
See, We get a vote too. And many of us are sick to death of your shit, and wouldn’t piss on you if you were on fire. You’d be damned lucky we didn’t toss aome gasoline on you if we found you in such a state. Fact of the matter, y’all are making it so tossing that gas would be more expensive, and using a bullet would be too merciful as well as expensive. I got more important shit to use that stuff on/in.
So go ahead, keep pushing the knights and bishops around the board, tossing the pawns into the fray and protecting your ever growing pile of fake money. We already know whats in our future, lean and dirty as you intended with the “own nothing” mantra you preached. Well, we do own things,,, and we know how to make what we don’t own in many cases. We will be alright, and maybe, after you fucknutz burn it all down, we, the people of the world can rebuild it again, hopefully keeping in mind how this one burned to the ground and keeping you and your spawn at bay.
yah,,, its been that sort of day. more laters
LLLLL!
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Different thinks
I prefer to think I am just Joe Average in the grand scheme of things, but there are parts of my mind, where I know, without a doubt, I am “the Outlier”. the “ODD”
Religious sidethinks are such. Or maybe not ‘religious’ but SPIRITUAL
I don’t see us as “Bodies”, these are just electrochemical skin suits we use to explore this ‘reality’, and like any machine, they wear out. Sometimes, the interface wears out before the skinsuit does (dementia) but more often, the suit fails, or something catastrophic happens, or some biochemical glitch happens (cancer) or,,,,
Fact is, there is only ONE way out of this reality, Even those that transcend have to die to leave this prison we call life.
Death doesn’t scare me. It hasn’t since 92 and I don’t need to delve into that story again,,, but it doesn’t scare me. Facing the death of a loved one,,, Someone outside, looking in, might even say that I am ‘cold blooded’ with how I respond to someone dying. Its not “cold”, its acceptance: that shell laying before me is NOT the person I know/knew,,, they have moved on,,, I envy them,,,
get that? I ENVY THEM.
They get to go home.
Maybe they get recycled back into the system, but even there, I envy them because now they get another chance at ‘doing it better’. Maybe they will, maybe they will keep the same pattern, maybe worse,,, but it doesn’t matter because they are on another time line and trying again, or back with IS and outside of space time. That last is THE end goal,,, return home, leave this hell behind.
Because I do look at this place as a living hell. One that is designed to obscure the DIVINE SPARK we truly are,, The Living hell we see around us, the intermittent sparks of happiness that we get as ‘carrots’, watching the growing madness of a world that has forgotten there is more than the next purchase or high. A world led by the dopamine addicted and power deluded.
LOL
Our goal is to reawaken that Spark, despite the trials and temptations thrown our way. Doesn’t matter what religion you adhere to, THAT is the point of all of them no matter what the wording is.
Sounds like a shit-ton of liberal tripe, don’t it? I told ya, I was raised liberal: I got better. But my spirit remains, longing for that light of truth, redemption, justice, whatever you wanna call it.
Had I been born (and I might have been) back in the early 1000’s, I would have fallen right in with the Cathars. Had I been born post 0AD, I would have been right in there with the Gnostics (Valentinian sect most likely) Had I been born prior, I might have been Zorastrian, Or Buddhist, and I probably have been Buddhist in one form or another. No, I do not think this is my first ‘cycle’ Too many memory clips that “aren’t mine” that I can’t explain away with “Something I read’ or “some part of a movie I saw”.
welcome to a dose of woo-woo eh?
I’m tappin’ this out, something on my mind (Brudda B knows it. NO, not waffling,,, but am wasting time waiting for the moment.) and trying to figure the best approach. You get the vent of ideas in this forum as I juggle this that and the other in preparation.
And now, after a slew of text messages have obliterated my train of thoughts,,, (yes, plural) I reach a rather ubrupt end to this rather short missive of nothing in particular. Love’y’all, Take care out there.
LIVE
LEARN
LOVE
LAUGH
LOAD!!!!!
Blunders, blinders and baHzoooms
Muhndaze, ready to head to work, txt comes in “no work today”
3PM WHITE OUT conditions,,, gonna be witches teat cold tomorrow, so prolly gonna be another day at home
sigh
Good news, possibly,,,
Found a ‘runner’. Tree-fiddy Vortec block (complete) for ‘within my budget’ with only a three hour trip to attain it. Communication with the current owner has been good, so far. Depends on if others jump on it too: I may get lost in the shuffle and a bidding war. (I have no room to bid, so if it happens, its gone to me.)
as for that ‘snake that bit me’,,,, workin’ on it. earwigs dropped in the right ears, but timing won’t be to my benefit. SO’sss,,, the quoted price to said person WILL change if they later come to me and say “hey, that offer,,,,”
huh? whu? we’z confuzzed Dio!
I offered my house for sale to the gent that wants to buy Da’s house too. THAT would be easier for all parties involved, less legal wranglin’ and paperwork and surveyors and lawyers. He didn’t bite. He said ‘after,,,’ and my offered price just went up, because I WILL BE DEALING WITH ALL OF THOSE PEEPS and getting all of this fubared paperwork sitting in the county PVA office straightened out and no so Hillbillyfied. He’s family, but I don’t trust him. And right now, not real trusting of much at all; especially after I saw the property description on the deed itself. It could be anywhere or nowhere for all that description reads.
respond, not react. Reactions are instinctual, response is intellectually processed. My ‘responses’ going forward are going to seem cold and calculated because I am done being nice. I need to cover my ass. Family, of the genetic connection, does not give license for fuckery. I won’t be fucked.
But thats not your problem, is it? THis shop doesn’t reside in ‘the real world’ and I can take this shop anywhere, HAVE taken this shop everywhere for that matter, LOL. Coffee is on the counter near the front door, hepyurself.
Now, here was one ‘reaction’ I DID have. Was in the house today. Cozz snorin, me almost snorin’ and suddenly Cozz was NOT snorin’ but growlin’ and headed to the exit. And then I heard the Kat squallin’. No idea where said kat is now (Zoomies, he’s the only one missing) but when I ran out, there’s bad Cuz’in’s mutts headed back out my driveway. I put 10 rounds down at them and I know I hit at least one (blood trail) Put the Bahzoooms on ’em. Don’t give a rats ass if the hit mutt(s) live or die. And swore to myself, next time “Measured response, TIMED and AIMED fire:” just like I was taught for combat. If that little group comes back, they won’t be leaving if I am home.
My only hope is that Zooms made it away cleanly and not torn up and dyin’ I can’t find a blood trail in the yard, so I have hope.
More laters,,, lots on the plate today, and not all of it edible or even palatable. BUT, ya eat what you are served in this world, even it there are times where all it seems you get are shit sammiches,,,
Live
Love
Laugh
LEARN
LOAD!!!!
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Updated: Zoomie made it back home safe and sound, not even beat up (anymore than usual for an alpha male Tomkat,,,) YAY!!!
I’m back
Sorta
Things on this end took a turn, not hugely bad, but not entirely good either. gonna take leg work and arm twistin’ to get right. No deets as this is Family Issues, just know that right now, what was has twisted like a snake and we are working on it. (we being self and sisters.)
Decomp time was frellin’ AWESOME,,,, MUCH MUCH NEEDED.
Images courtesy of Brudda B. My phone screen does not do them credit and my camera lacks the settings his uses (both android,, hmmm)
Its back at it starting in AM tomorrow,,, In a better frame of mind, despite the snake bite I mentioned above.
this too shall pass
bills are gettin’ paid, work is picking back up, and the world spins further and further down that rabbit hole of Alice’s that often resembles a sewer pipe. Shit like NutJobYahoo of Israel being dead/kidnapped/ missing in action, and all the SPIN, from AI created vids of him, etc etc,,,, I have thoughts on it, nothing to speak of here, and not NICE thoughts either. FUGGEM,,,,
but I digress. Life carries on, you should too. I am, will; as long as IS lets me.
LLLLL!!!
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