Off for the ‘holidays’
Off to the “ThanksChristfreindsmasgiving” gathering of Kayaky-fooz. Off line for 24 hours so y’all gotta keep the shop in order and the coffee pot clean, got it?
Side note of no importance to anyone but me: Elbee shed his last milk tooth last night. Little shit is growin’ up, becomin’ KAT, not just ‘cute kitteh’. Still thinks I am ‘tree’ so I end up with fresh holes in my legs on occasion, but getting better about it. Once he gets a couple more pounds on, that stops, and he is learning that when I give that kitteh yowl (human word OW!) he crossed a line. Much like his former form Grizzykat; I tap his paws when he is kneading and he ‘backs off’ with the flexing murder mittens. Its actually sorta cute: he’ll knead, I tap, he kneads some more, but lighter, I tap, repeat, even softer,,, until he is all but using the claws, just going through the motions,,, He’s figuring out what is acceptable to really dig those meat hooks into and what isn’t (like ME and my sensitive flesh,,, or my office chair, which has seen better days, many a moon ago and many kitteh claws later,,,)
AND, he has been fully adopted by the pride. Zoomerz adopted him really early, but Mama was quite reserved for a long time. She accepted him, but wouldn’t give him the time of day for any reason, NOW? I caught her playing with him on the porch. Rough-housin’ and teaching him some tricks that Zoomers hadn’t: real ninja-kitteh moves! And when she gets tired of his adolescent attitude, she pins him to the ground and lays on top of him. (she is 11 years old, Granny-Kat, and not as ‘tolerant’ or exuberant.) It makes me happy that they are playing, Mama needs that companionship to keep her moods leveled out. She gets so danged moody when its just her and me.
BUT!!!! I am off to see freinds and fam, build a blanket fort with Bub and share a drink or three (humph,,, like three is the limit,,, LOL) with Brudda B and Mama-T
yah,,, Good times await.
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I musta hit a wall,,,,
All day long, the phone kept poppin’ with notifications of posts/substacks/podcast updates,,,
ALL
DAY
LONG
and by the time I was able to return home and read/ketch-up,
Fuggem!!!
I ain’t read a damned thing,
No, take that back, I did read BCE’s post about the more than likely staged event in Vegas,,,, Read it here,
I hit that wall today. I figure that this shit is going to be a year long, two year long SHITFESTIVUS of staged events, caterwaulin’ of Poltical stooges and stonewalling A SITTING PRESIDENT, YET AGAIN,,,
and today, right now, right this moment,
FUGGEM!!!!
I’ve better things to flex my neurons over than trying to figure out how some power mongers are going to be breaking thier skulls over LOSING. They mean nothing to me, as I mean nothing to them. They are thieves, liars, and psychopaths, the whole damned lot of ’em. Why should I spend one Calorie of MY energy over them. Let this shit roll, try to keep my house in order, and let their little house of cards collapse like wet tissue paper around their ears.
I won’t be ‘quarantining myself’ if I am healthy.
I won’t be taking ANY vaxxines unless it has been in circulation for 50+ years,,,
I won’t Comply with demands of ‘Disarming’
And I sure won’t lay down and die (without taking an honor guard first.)
FUGGEM!!!
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Fun in Nawlin’s
TL;DR: If you can’t see that this is all Fake-n-gay bullshit, designed to put the fear in those that still buy the lines of hopium from the ENEMEDIA, I CAN’T HELP YOU.
BTW, welcome back from the brink of death, Big-guy. Holidays-n-all, I figured you’d get word out or not and if not, that someone on that end has the codes for getting word out.
My only assessment: this is part and parcel of what we can expect for the next 6 months to a year, maybe longer. The Blob is going to fight back, have seizures, lash out and destroy shit ‘jus-cuz’ and people are going to suffer horribly. Ol’Remus comes to mind: AVOID CROWDS. and my advice,,, If you don’t know ’em, steer clear, work your network and VET EVERYONE three ways to sunday. We ain’t out of the woods yet: heck, we ain’t even STARTED yet,,,, this is just warm up season for when the summer time hits and the economy fails, when the monkeys and zombies find the EBT is cut off and revolt. (and they are pretty revolting, aren’t they.) (apologies to Mel Brookes.)
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GIGO, The New Years Day post,,,
Most of y’un’s should be familiar with that saying “Garbage in, Garbage out”: its from programmers education, but applies across the board in so many ways. You get out what you put in,,, Perfect practice makes perfect, etc etc,,,
I spent a large portion of the Eve of New Years, binge watching an old Series I enjoyed from the Aughts of this century. One entire season in one day (they move much faster without all the commercial interuptions) There was one character on there that I ‘fell in lust with’ and I find I still get the warm fuzzies when I hear her voice,,, Beside the point; just a brief mention,,,
Where I find myself this morning on the cusp of the new year, is “contemplative melencholy”,,, We get out what we put in, and WE are responsible for how we handle EVERYTHING. As I told Burnout when I handed him his ‘gift’ this year: “YOU have to do the work, no one else can or will” (I gave him a fresh copy of Kwiks “Limitless” and a diary with a pen so he had no excuses to not do the ‘homework’.) That applies to everything in ones life, doesn’t it? We may not be, personally, at fault for the shape the world is in, but we are completely, personally, responsible for how WE deal with it (or even ‘don’t deal with it’, for that matter) Far too many people in this world don’t want to accept that ‘responsibility’ and play the victim card every damned time,,, No, it may not be your fault you were born into a shitty situation in life, but it IS up to you how you handle, or not, the cards you are dealt. You can play the victim card and there are people that will try to assist you of their own free will, but if YOU DON’T DO THE WORK YOURSELF, you are never going to improve in a permanent fashion. Take away the supports, and you WILL revert back to base stage.
How does my binge watching bring about these thoughts?
Our brains never actually shut off. There are levels of activity even when we are down for the count (until we are DOWN for the count and out of the game,,,) When we go to sleep, that brainium is still cranking along, working on details, sorting the wheat from the chafe, trying to make sense of the billions of bits of information it collects through the waking hours (of which only a small portion are actually retained) The point being, the garbage we ‘collect’ will be infused into the program, somehow, someway. Garbage in, Garbage out.
I watch my dream states; its called lucid dreaming. I’ve discussed this here a time or two, and it isn’t easy, at first, because your conscious side wants to interfere,, It takes time to become the observer, without influencing the results (and I can’t say that is fact,, The observer always influences the results to some extent. Schrodingers Cat and all,,,) My dream states through the night had a definitive ‘serial show’ feel to them. What the sub was processing was influenced by the input of yesterday. Garbage In.
The garbage out? Not sure yet. Its already here, I just haven’t sorted out if its intellectual, or emotional garbage. I think its emotional: a longing, loneliness, wishing for companionship is on me. Thats not like me. And I feel that has been influenced by the themes of those shows. (for the curious, the show is Farscape,,,, For the truly curious, the ‘lust’ is for the character Chiana,,, that might illuminate something about me that I don’t need to share, eh? LOL like maybe, I’m a perfectly healthy MALE human with hormones in play still,,,)
Yeah, feeling a hollowness in my existence currently, self-induced over many moons,,, and one likely to NOT be rectified. I am far too picky in my standards of companions, even more so for romantic ones. Of course, that could be alleviated by actually getting out and meeting people, another of my foibles, “going out, meeting people, ewww!”. What can I say; I’m an Introvert, a hermit, and a philosophical mess of ideas that don’t spread evenly in social ways.
How does one ‘correct’ the GIGO of daily living? Well, if you are of the Christian bent, you already have the answer: Prayers. If you aren’t saying your prayers to your God, you are allowing whatever the world is trying to infect you with, IN, before you settle down for the night. In my case, I mediate; a form of prayer in a sense. I didn’t do that last night: I shut off the dvd’s at the last, and went straight to bed, and the mind was awhirl with all these themes and images and the dreams took on that air, trying to make sense of what I had fed it. Good dreams, nothing horrid, but NOT PRODUCTIVE either. Not my normal routine: I usually spend 30 minutes to an hour, reflecting on the day, goals, desires, letting the mind wander at whim and cataloging thoughts into ‘useful, interesting, and junk’. I reflect on my days ‘trials’ and how I did, could do better, or even celebrate the ‘wins’, which are few, to be honest.
For me: No more binge watching garbage. At least, no more of that, then diving into sleep. ‘They call it programming for a reason’ . How many of you do that,,, watch the toob then go to bed without a thought of anything else? Do you find you struggle with thoughts that don’t feel like ‘yours’? Not saying this if for everyone, but do give it a consideration. Self-improvement doesn’t come from a book, and if you are looking there, you are already off the path,,, the book is a focus, not the source: that source is YOU. (and don’t think this is an opening for theological debate,,, I won’t go there in this forum, only in meat space, face to face, Period, End Discussion,,,☆)(and with that last remark, I want to share a point of advice I gave my daughter many years ago: “if something I say makes you mad, don’t react; take a minute, five, an hour, THINK about what I said before you come back and confront me with it. Think about WHY it made you mad before you go off the path and blow up. As fluid and amorphic our language is, meanings can be misconstrued too easily: I strive for precise, but often miss the mark for lack of other inputs, like facial expression and tone of voice.)
LOL, what a way to start the year here at the shop, eh? off the cuff mind wanderings,,,
Go, have a good day, blast the hang-over out of your system, or whatever might be giving you issue today. My day is now headed to lake and water and cold breezes (there is snow in the mountains east of me,,, Winter is HERE.) and a conversation with Universe, Nudge, and IS. Y’all take care
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☆ please, never forget a blog is usually a catharsis for the writer, one they are willing to share, but not often ‘open for discussion’
End’o’Year, CY’all next year
With seasonal slim-pickin’s at the J.O.B., we are on free-day three days early. To much no surprise to anyone, we won’t be workin’ tomorrow either,,, Even if we were, the chance of accomplishments would be nil,,,
Today is haul the blocks of wood to shed, begin splitting/stacking
note: I didn’t say FINISH splitting. Theres a mess of wood in that pile. I’ll put a serious dent in it, but finish is not on the agenda. IMO, this is at least a two day job. (and its gonna rain off-n-on all day,,, so there is that,,,)
wood heats you twice
BS!!! its heats you many times. Ya get warmed up cutting that shit up, again moving it, and once again splitting it and stacking it,,, then you get warmed up again moving it to location to burn where it warms you up yet again in its finale of blaze. Lots of energy in and around wood burning.
There’s a reason people pay others for fuel,,, Pay the cash and have the time AND Fuel, or spend the time and energy and have the fuel. Cash is just an agreed upon storage unit of energy spent.
I recall the book I read that totally shifted how I look at money. No it wasn’t Robert Kyosaki’s book either.
Not that I agreed with everything Matt had to say, but there were far more points that hit me sideways and made the world look a little less F!ed up. I highly encourage the pessimistic to read this book. It won’t change your pessimistic side, but it will show you that things are actually better now, even if we don’t FEEL it.(that goes back to the book, Everything is fucked by Mark Manson.)
Yeah, linked several times over the last few years,,, They had that sort of effect on my thinking. You’ll get over it.
and I digress,,,,,
Where are we headed starting tomorrow mornin’???
I’ll more than likely be clear headed tomorrow morn, at sumpin sumpin zero-dark thirty, when Elbee wakes me up with snuggs, buzzes, and headstrops, “Food bowls empty Da!” My party time is this weekend with kayaky friends and duct-tape fams. Tomorrow is a kayak day. Close to home, cold, and likely short, but I TRY to start to year on water for that peace of mind it brings.
But where are WE headed starting tomorrow? No prognostication this year. I have had visions in waking, and none give be a warm fuzzy, but I don’t think its going to be all that bad, nor all that good,,, much the ‘same old, same old’ we have grown accustomed to: lying media, greedy politicians, mind-controlled plebes, and worker bees ‘keepin’ on’,,, and no one at the local level will feel anything other than secondary effects like inflation making things rough. It will be a creeping up on you sort of change, that we adapt to and never realize that we did so. Same as always.
And the world continues to turn under feet and the system streaks further and furthar along in space at 300000 miles per hour and we never feel the motions.
Life goes on is what I am trying to say,,,
Y’all take care out there tonight, stay safe, or stay home, but try to enjoy being alive. Nothing else matters.
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Cleanin’ house
Runnin’ the saws until the rain began again. Thats an old Maple, and if’n ya zoom in, you can see, roots rotted away. Tree was still very much alive this past summer,,, Not so much today. Amazed it hadn’t fallen sooner, lookin’ at that rootball. Elbee is all afreak’ed out: he’s never been around buzzy chainsaws, and there were two going wide open to get to where you see in the second picture. Mama-cita was sitting on the porch watching ‘her minions’ clean up her queendom,,, She’s used to the sounds and knows she is safe, so long as she isn’t NEAR them.
And my carport roof blew away. Found it in the trees at the end of my driveway. Thats not a neccesity, just a nice addition, and I will get a replacement as soon as possible,,, Just not today.
And there is a very much neccesary set of items needed ASAP. A couple of turnbuckles for that set of guywires to the wind-genny. I had one on hand, not the right size, but will suffice for the time being, and jury-rigged the guywires back to snug. Will need proper repair soonest. and ALL OF THEM need going over now. The tower stands tall, but that sort of impact, that can bend a turnbuckle in half,,, Yeah, I know there is a credible chance of broken welds at the minimum. Time to bust my drone back out and refresh my FPV app on my phone. (its one of the cheapies, but it works very well for tower inspections.)
and now Da and Unk are talking about the “other trees that need fellin’ “ I have another maple (seen in the above pics), likely in as bad of shape as the one that fell today, and a white oak that succumbed to age or something that is shedding its bark. Both need ‘gone’ and I have a feeling that while I work at the salt mines, those two hooligans are going to scare my house and surroundings, with crashing trees. Like me, they dislike being supervised, and will jump on things when I am NOT AROUND so I can’t ‘tug at their elbows’.
BUT, there is my fire wood for next season. Two big maples and a huge white oak, all three at least 18″ dia at the base. Plenty of wood for a season of serious knock your socks off cold weather (with my little house that is,,,)
What a way to wrap out the year,,, Not a bad thing, but ‘ominous’,
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Off grid adventures
Did a Stoopid! yesterday,,,
Was working on building a box to hold my automotive tools: one that will slide under the truck box to keep things better organized and still secured. While doing that, I was also charging batteries for my tools. That means I needed to run the inverter to run the chargers.
Winter time, short days, low light at best of times and we have had several days with less than optimal sun shining.
Killed the battery bank.
Well, not killed, but I certainly ran it down way too low for comfort levels. As in, my controller cut the power to the house until such time as the bank can come up to snuff.
No lights.
Candles and kero-lamps for Dio. And that doesn’t say I am out of options,,, I’m writing this even as the power is cut off,,,
But I knew better and didn’t pay any danged attention to what the bank condition was like. I could have run the Genny to charge those cordless batteries, and left the main bank untouched,,, and I do need to run the genny ‘just cuz’, to keep things running proper and swap out that old gas for new. Its been a couple months since I last used the genny.
Luckily, the heat and hot water are independent of the electric system,, ya ever take a shower by candle-light? LOL Might sound romantic as heck, but seriously, its a PITA,,, BUT, it was hot!!! and I needed that with the aches and pains of winter and age.
That all said, the box I was working on is ready to be loaded while I do the domestics thing. Gonna feel a bit of comfort having my tools back on board, not lounging in Da’s basement. Call it a security blanket for the guy that drives a truck with 320K on the odo,,, (Poor Buffalo,,, I give her so much grief over her milage, but she does have a rebuilt transmission and a completely new rear-end (among many other new parts, like brakes and steering components) I just worry about that danged engine,,, Side note: I do keep a spare cap and rotor for the Distributor on board. She’s left me stranded a time or two with that failure.)
Been VERY lazy about the kayaking thing this past month. I could have gone yesterday, chose not to, instead dealing with that box. Needed? Yes! Essential? Not really; I just stick close to home for awhile. I have been spending time on the ERG for staying in shape for the paddle times when they come about: it just isn’t the same though. I can forget about how many times I dipped paddle when the scenery changes: when I’m in a fixed position, I get VERY bored with the motions. I stick it out though, set a timer and turn up the tunes, push through the boredom,,,
Lazy wrap up to the year, no prognostication from me this year. Read Kunstler instead; he has some serious insight in what we could expect this year (and probably wrong seeing how F!ed up the last four have been.) Time will tell,,,, I am not going to get my hair in a knot over it (and I need a haircut,,, Looking like Ted Kazinski,,,ROFL)
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Dio's Workshop 