Choices
SO, took Serena to the river. Didn’t make it to the water. Got a little ticked off at the situation at my usual put in/take out. Someone had dumped several tons of trash in the area where you can park at. This shit happens far more than I care to mention here. I call it the “someone else’s problem” solution, and around here, its common place. It will wash downstream in late winter when this area is prone to flooding, but that just puts the problem in someone else’s lap/backyard/riverfront/lower falls area. It is a problem and one that no one around here seems to give a damn about. Call the police and they ask if you saw the person, have video (and won’t do more than take a report if you don’t.) or have a bill or something with an address on it. Dunno ‘bout you, but I really don’t want to spend my afternoon digging through several tons of someone else’s shit to see if MAYBE, they left evidence of WHO they are.
And I picked up a roofing nail rolling out of there. Slow leak, easy fix, but dammit, if it weren’t for that crap tossed away in some ‘no-name’ back hollar, I wouldn’t have had to fix squat!!!
SO, I came home to cool off and do something productive. Even had Serena on the horses, knife in hand, and,,,
COULDN’T DO IT.
ROFL.
Ever had to put down a pet? It’s not quite that level of ‘couldn’t do it’, but not far from it either. She is a “made by hand, BY MY HANDS” boat and while I do want to fix some of her issues, if I cut that skin, she is no longer the same boat.
I made a compromise with myself (and her). I am going to build a new coaming, using a mold and fiberglass, and if it turns out right, THEN we do the reskin. That is one of the issues I want to fix. Her coaming is kind of pinchy. I can wet exit just fine, but its the getting in part that sometimes rips off skin. And I can’t loan her to anyone unless they are my size or smaller, and she rides where I am about the low limit of her ‘needs’.(My usual set up is to load camp gear, even if its just a day trip, just to ‘balance’ her ride) New coaming, +2” in width and length and see how things turn out. Not used to using fiberglass ‘in the raw’ on a mold, so this one is a learning curve for me. Spent the afternoon making the stuff I need to make the mold, put Serena back on the truck, just in case, and played with cats. Still miffed at the pile of trash in my only local place to hit the river, but it seems like I am the only person here local that sees it as an “Issue”. Frustrating, but, like I have said here before, “this area is not going to change FAST.” and that is one of those things that may never change around here. (like dropping off the pets in some no-name hollar when the cost of feeding them goes up. Another BIG issue around here.)
Junk
I thinks, if memory serves me correctly(and lately, thats questionable with all the gaslighting crap and Mandela effect taking place) there was only ONE show (besides most of Mike Rowe’s stuff) worth me watching in the last 20 years.
Junkyard wars.
Loved that show. Took a TON of inspiration from it. That show reinforced sumpin my Da taught me: there is not a whole lot out of reach if you’re willing to bloody a knuckle or two. A few tools and a well stocked brain and a pile of “junk” and what you can come up with is purt amazin’. May not be the purtiest, but functional and robust make up for a lot of esthetics.
Toss in a couple skills like welding and machining (I did not use a lathe this go round, but it opens up even more possibilities.) and imagination opens wide.
And it comes in handy more than you’d guess.
Bossmans Son had a crazy idea for a cooler hauler, (prolly sumpin he’d seen out-n-about) and found some used high powered go-cart tires. Asked me to come up with a way putting them on an old Radio Flyer wagon.
(will update with Pics when I can get a decent signal. Apologies up front)
Those are just the steer wheels, and I will be making the drag axle soon. But, it ain’t gonna break easy, and every part in it was a cast off from something in the lot outside the shop. Coulda handed Son a list of parts needed, but I like to flex my FRUGAL SQUIRREL muscles everyoncewhile. Redneck? Mehbe a little, but who gives a shit if it works, eh?
I didn’t ‘need’ the lathe for this, What i did to make the hubs concentric was to set up an axle bolted down to the bench and used the grinder cutting at an angle and driving the hub at the same time. Crude? Yup! but it works and is “good-nuff” in this case. Its not like this thing is going to do much more than walking speed, ever! so who gives a damn if the hubs are a little off. They roll smooth enough that, when I pulled the grinder away, that hub kept spinning at high revs for at least a full minute. “Perfect is the enemy of GOOD” and I like to keep things as simple as I can. My only grump building these parts was lack of drill press. But, cordless drill worked well enough, even if my thumb is a touch sore from when the bit caught once. High torque setting, low speed and that thing wrenched the hell out of my thumb,,,
Any whoos, this is one post today. The other will be up shortly. I started it this morning but didn’t want to hit the publish button ‘cuz I felt there was a lot more to go into it yet.
Crap, I thought we were good,,,,
Did the Da/Nurse thing this mornin’, and he and I went and loaded up both our trucks with some cut wood for my woodshed, since I am still in location and winter is coming on fast.
then, Library trip so I can have high speed internet for a bit and take care of some catch up and maybe some other details that I need to use a phone AS A PHONE and still need to access the computer.
W
T
F?????
Last week it was ok, this week, MASKS MASKS MASKS MASKS MUST BE WORN and there is a MaskNazi parked at the door to make sure you comply. AND they are limiting building access to thirty minutes. What I need to do (Apple support call) may take a couple of hours or five minutes, but you never ever know for certain. (Need to upgrade the patch on my Mac for the Video processor, Thats been the kink thats been messing things up a bit, and somehow is also the reason my Kindle app won’t work. How that is to be eludes me.)
So, Me, in my forever exasperating ‘Fuck the Tards’ mindset, sits in my truck, parked right in front of the main doors, windows down, ‘stealing’ net access, and vaping like all get out making clouds that are blowing right at that door. And I don’t give a flying fuck since one woman came out, mask and all with a toy poodle on a leash sporting ‘support dog’ and the thing has absolutely zero discipline of a support trained animal. The Libs get to play their mind games, I will play mine.
Lots on my mind, and I want to write more, but I am going to have to ditch the Kats first if I want to get anything done at home. Grizzy has it in his head ‘open laptop’ means “Dads free to love on”. and while he isn’t getting on the keyboard anymore, he is in my face, on my shoulders, climbing my backside, or kneading in places left unmentioned (for extremely short periods because I react VERY quickly.). Love the furmonkey to death, but there is a time and place, and open laptop means da’s bizzy. Yet getting that through his fuzzy grey matter is proving difficult.
and typing in my truck is tricky, almost as frustrating as having a furmonkey using me as a jungle gym.
More laters, after I get home and either lock up or lock out the fuzzies.
Shhhh!!!! Listen close
Lots of quiet out there currently.
If I were Emperor kid-sniffer Poopy-pants, (or his string pullers, same difference) I’d be getting a might bit nervous.
Silence is not a sign of acquiescence or submission. Silence is the sound of preparation and ‘biding time’.
Web silence is the sound of meat space dialogues.
It could also mean someone/group, just tried a bluff to instigate, and it flopped.
Everyone is saying that nothing Emperor Poopy-pants Declared, is being acted on in ANY bureau and without them (they are the Deep states Arms after all) nothing moves. His lowness Xi-den spouted off a bunch of shit, that was shit, and did it only to tip some fruit-loop over the edge, hoping against hope that there would be something ‘credible enough’ to get some legislation rolling along to,,,
Its ALL Kabuki theater. ALL OF IT. Especially the Scamdemic, that a lot of peeps are still buying into. (Today saw two different retards with windows up, on the open highway, alone in their ‘hicle, wearing the Diaper of Shame. Virtue signaling and I OPENLY LAUGH at them now, especially in public. Probably gonna get shot at again if I keep it up.)
Bizzy week, lots of gates made and a few odd-ball items for self and SON, Made a flag holder that ‘latches’ to his fifth-wheel hitch on his camper so he can fly Old Glory and Uncle Sams Misguided Chilluns flags while he camps out this weekend. Finished my kayak racks for the truck, and they are ROCK SOLID this go-round. And no howling or whistles like the last set. Whoo-hoo!!! Had to play ‘Rent and tell Da “NO! You can’t mow the grass yet, not till the Cardiologist gives you a green light”. He wasn’t pleased, but agreed. I’m telling you, the man is a harder worker at 81 than most of the twenty sumpins, and even the Thirty sumpins, we get at the J.O.B. Most of us that can be counted on to ‘Git-r-dun’ are well into our fifties. Two are past retirement age and only work because they would likely die if they quit working. FYI, I’m only back there because SON asked me to come back, and after seeing one of the gates that was ‘welded’ up while I was out, there is good chance I am going to be remaking several to make sure they get paid. Chicken shit looks better than what I saw today. Son and I had lunch while we were out and I reinforced something I told Bossman over a year ago. They need to hire someone for me to train, or they are going to be right back where they were three weeks ago, and likely with little warning. I have no problem teaching my replacement, but Bossman is too chintzy, IMO, to want to pay double to make sure his ass is covered later. SON agrees, especially on the other aspects of my J.O.B. IE, the controllers for the powered gates, radio programming, electrical installs for the controllers, programming card readers, among several other things that I have had to teach myself over the last 7 years, to fulfill Bossmans ‘can’t say no to a customer’ lunacy. He bids these jobs, has no clue how to fulfill them, buys surplus gear from a cheap outfit ’trusting the salesman’ , and I have to jackleg the shit together to make it work. (And that is where I am quoted as saying “Know it? Hell, I’m making it up as I go along.” Because in those cases, that is exactly what I am doing. 9 outta 10, I never saw the manual until I was getting into the truck to do the install, and its dropped in my lap by Bossman saying, “Here, read up on this and see if you can make it work.’.). BUT, if he won’t, It’s not my fricking problem, and he has been warned. I was hoping that my two month vaca would have woke him up, but, can’t out-stubborn a rock.
I’m tired, its getting dark, Grizz is piled on my shoulders snoring, Voo is piled on his bed, snoring too, and the sound is feeling quite contagious tonight, Talk at y’all tomorrow.
Kittehs file #90845
(Last nights post, been a little busy,,,)
Sitting here typing away on several items, watching my kindle reload from a botched update for some reason*, and kittehs are vying for the spot behind the Mac. I have a retro roll top desk without the roll top, and they are squeezing their little behinds in under the cubbies behind my Mac. Couldn’t for the life of me figure out what all the fuss was about until I reached back there to push Grizzies tail out of the way (it was wrapped around the front and being all distracting like. ). Whoa!!! It’s warm back there!!!! And not just because there are two cats squeezed under the cubbies, but because the vent from the computer is blowing back there and computers generate a LOT of heat when they are running full throttle.
We are at that time of the year where its too warm to start a fire, but cool enough that fuzzballs start thinking about burrows to bundle in when it gets dark out. Voo, not so much until the wee hours, but the littles like WARMMSSSSS. And its kind of early in the year to be honest. Yes, its September (where the Frick has this year gone????) but here we don’t usually see chill weather till mid to late October, and it is definitely feeling like that time now. Haven’t had our first deep frost yet, so the trees haven’t started the fall change over yet, but the way it feels now, its probably not that far off and will be early this year.
Damn, I was supposed to be moved to SC before that time. Now I am going to have to get firewood built back up in the shed, or its going to be a damned chilly winter in my little house. Fortunately, I have three white oaks and a red oak within a 100 yards that need taken down. Two of those are already dead and leafless so no harm done. The others are still green, but the trunks are showing signs of bad disease, so they need downed before they choose that time themselves. Looks like I have a couple working weekends ahead of me. And maybe give the old man something to do: IE, give me grief that I’m ‘doin’ it wrong’. LOL.
But, sitting here, typing away, kittehs being kittehs and I realize, maybe they have the right of it: I’m getting chilly too. No fires until the evenings are around 45 and falling. Otherwise I have to open the house up or we all suffer. 45 is the ‘magic number’. Until then, dress accordingly, or in Kat think, “Put on more fur”.
*(still botched, so I think its something to do with the Mac itself. Worked fine in the 2010 unit, and this is a 2012 unit with my old harddrive in it.. Not that I read much on the computers, but I do like to reference things at times)
Story lines
It’s pretty obvious to everybody these days that the story writer of our times is either suffering from multiple personality disorder or rapidly deteriorating into dementia with bi-polar disorder to boot. Or, as in my Dads take: Has a really twisted sense of humor,,,
Try to work up a tagline to describe the world at large currently and you end up with a garbled mess that would drive any potential reader away like holy water on a vampire.
These are the things I am learning about writing, and I use current events to practice my development. Yeah, I don’t choose easy subjects,,,
But that exercise has exposed so many issues with the current book in my quiver. Yup, its a first and I did hit publish, but successful? Um, not so much. It hits good with a handful of people, but the tech side of things is what drives most away. As a former girlfriend would have told me, “where’s the skin?’”. She was very much a Sex sells and more sex sells more, kind of advertiser.(lots of fun, but she wasn’t so much a candle burning at both ends as a section of lit cannon fuse.). I have been trying to write a better tagline for Wings and flopping. And why? Because there is no resolution within the book. Its a series of scenes, an occasional conflict, but no real climax, or wrap-up. You live and learn, but the only way to truly learn is too fail, pick your butt back up and keep going. And that is where I am right now. Looking at a decent story weakly done and how to pick it back up and make it WORK. I will leave it live for the time being, but once I have things re-worked,,, And that rework is essential if I want to carry the story forward to a sequel. I have half of it written, but keep hitting issues with how the first book played out. I forget where I read it, but another pantser type writer says that he has to write an entire series in order to smooth out the details in all of it, before he hits the publish button, and the way Wings started, I can understand what he means. A new development in book two would work better written into book one, but causes turmoil in book three that doesn’t see resolution until book four,,,,, And the only way to make them work is to write it all out. And that is why I am trying to work on formatting the story first, so that I can avoid the tediousness of rewrite after rewrite after rewrite. Or maybe I should be like M.Lackey, develop the world, and write books as scenes within that world,,,(thats a very loose way of describing her work, but,,,)
I’m serious about wanting to write, Heck, I have been writing for a decade now, but not as a way of making it in the world, more as a therapy for the pressures building up from a world gone mad. But the ideas in my head,,, They don’t rest; they swirl, mingle and breed,,, And they talk, A LOT. Trust me on this when I say, even sitting alone in a field, I am NOT ALONE IN THE WORLD. There are lives and stories constantly playing behind the shutters of my eyelids. Wings was the one that was most persistent and wouldn’t rest. Dunno how many nights I spent writing where I would look up and the alarm was buzzing and I had to get ready for work, no sleep. A lot of that needed scraped up, cleaned up, and rewritten to fit, but there were nights where 50000 words flowed like water. I also need to work on action; I have lots of conversations, but little action. People want things to happen, not be talked to death.
And maybe I just need to get a kayak out for a day of leisurely paddling. Not boogie water, just silence and wildlife and no distractions of phone and internet. Then get back to work on the stories that linger in electron purgatory on my hard-drive.
Time to go to work, more laters
History lessons
Sarah has many good points about how truthful things are in a communist country. How officials lie to their higher ups to keep looking good, how communities will obfuscate and dodge ‘official” census and collections to keep a little more of their own in their hands. All of this can be investigated with very little effort, one just needs to do it.
Where does that leave us now? We are obviously in the crux of going full commie here in FUSA. We are quickly devolving into USSA, assuming that Xi-Dins FRAUD can ‘run over’ the obstinate governators like DeSantis. Good luck with that Vice Emperor Poop-pants. (I love that BC,, Gotta use that as much as possible.)
The Fences are back up around Mordor on the Potomac, and that means there are some vetted wannabe Rambos that are there to defend the squishy rhetoric of the ‘masses’ from us Deplorable White supremicist domestic terrorists that only want to be left alone. Saw Vid of a certain SSgt X-her that said she would gladly shoot citizens in the face if they wouldn’t follow her orders. Seems to me that she had best make sure her unit is filled with brainwashed like minded Soiboys or Guerrilla Gurls. As someone in comments said, Fragging may become fashionable again.
Seriously, the best way we have to fight right now is the one way they really have the hardest time to fight: RIDICULE. Show them for the pantywaists they are. Show the dichotomy of their “Rules for thee, but not for me”. If the place you work mandates you have to get the shot, (will only work on your terms and your time) fake a VXPASS, the information is out there, but ya may have to dig for it. If your able to work yourself into getting into a position such as a board of education, play along and monkey wrench the process. Do what the Congress-critters do and add addendums and additional criteria to rules for passing. BE THE RAT.
Shooting the bastards will happen, but ON OUR TERMS, not theirs. They want us to react, but we need to chill out and see opportunities to return the favor of a fucking without a kiss. We need to be ungovernable in all instances. We need to make certain that LE know that they are the first line and they will be the first were laws of war become most obvious. I could give a damn if they Talking heads of the MSM’s figure it out; the human race would be well rid of such shit.
“Middle class America is no less violent than any other people. They seem passive because they’re results oriented. They rise not out of blood frenzy but to solve the otherwise insoluble. Their methods of choice are good will, cooperation, forbearance, negotiation and finally, appeasement, roughly in that order. Only when these fail to end the abuse do they revert to blowback. And they do so irretrievably. Once the course is set and the outcome defined, doubt is put aside. The middle class is known, condemned actually, for carrying out violence with the efficiency of an industrial project where bloody destruction at any scale is not only in play, it’s a metric. Remorse is left for the next generation, they’ll have the leisure for it. We’d like to believe this is merely dark speculation. History says it isn’t.”
– Ol’Remus
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