Backstage at the Workshop
I must admit, there is a certain amount of ‘discomfort’ for me, when it comes to this podcast thingie,,, I have never been one for the limelight: thats why I chose the support field of Audio Production over ‘bein’ on stage’.
Squeeeee!!!!
Just a teaser,,, did a little investin’ and new mic, new processor (outboard AD-DA/DAW),,,, Finally came in tonight,,,
BETTER GEAR,,,
With live monitoring!!! And the little bit I recorded already
WORLDS DIFFERENCE IN QUALITY,,,,
(more…)T’was a muhnday,
and like a muhnday, it managed to get right around me a’fore I could wrangle that beastie down. Didn’t get much of anything accomplished.
Apologies to y’all for not posting something,,, then again, I did put up quite a bit of content over the weekend, so t’ain’t like ya didn’t have anything to chew on,,,
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Now THIS, is a BLEG
But not for money,,,
There is this thing we discuss in the blogosphere (anywhere you work in the nets for that matter) called SEO
in the course of human events
People live, people die, life carries on, and the world continues to turn.
When we are at our lowest, I think its good to remember the above. WE, individually, will cease to be, but the rest of this semi-psychotic mess we call a species will carry forward. If we are remembered or not is ENTIRELY up to us, and what we do. Will we be remembered in fondness? Or will our name forever be attributed to some evil or sickness?
I can think of a few public figures right now that are rapidly earning something along that last,,,, no names need be said, do they?
I posted up a video recently of a young man in GB that is just ripping apart the viral threads with a baring of his soul. In that video he says that he only wants to leave something good behind. I think “Mission Accomplished” would be the operative words here. His viewing counts gain by millions each week. When I posted the vid, it was below 4 million,,, this week, its well over 8 million and climbing still. I wish only the best fo the man: from what I have read, he deserves it. His art may not be for everyone (I know a couple of people I showed it to, sorta wrinkled their nose at it,, but others, totally sucked in and it “Clicked” with them, same as it did me.). He is leaving something positive for millions behind,,, if he were to do nothing else the rest of his life,, there will be some that remember him,, And in positive light.
I think that is all any of us wish for, ultimately,,, To be thought well of when its all said and done for us.
Thats part of why I wrote the book I did,, and why I intend on doing more there. I wanted to come home and work on them today, seeing how it was a rainy cold mess out,,, BUT, too much for this one jack of all trades to handle today. More tomorrow. I was joking with my dad that we may be burying Bossman this week: when he writes my check he may have an aneurysm,,, Maxed hours every day and there is still one more to go, and I have enough on my list for 3 more full days, and thats just the shop time I know about, installs may add to that. Bossmans BP may spike, but I know the revenue I generated this week more than justifies the expenditure for me,,,, He’ll get over it,,,
Darkness is falling, its been a grey day, and soon, furry lumps will be arriving, wishing me to dry them off, feed them and make them places to curl up (like my lap,,,). Any work I start now may get interrupted, repeatedly. BUT, here I am, on the Mac, tapping out a post and once I fire this off, I am opening Vellum and getting busy until such time as Grizz and Mama start insisting they are the absolute priority and nothing else will suffice.
To be honest, I haven’t paid one iota of attention to the world at large this week, other than my daily reads of BCE, Sarah WRSA, Cold Fury and Liberty’s Torch,,, (and the comics, DBD, GG, and LFG,,, two are very non-political.). For what its worth, doesn’t seem to be much movement on collapse, WWIII, or The Not-so-Great reset,,, Usual swirling of the bowl going on, and, well, dongivafuk these days…. I can’t stop it, I can’t control anything past my personal space (which is as far as my arms reach) and I will roll wth the punches as they came and as I can,,,, I think thats all any of us can do.
In the meantime, I work on that ‘legacy’ I want to leave behind, the words going to print, and the ones here that will vanish when this site is shuttered after my demise. (no I ain’t dyin’, not today anyways,,, what the future holds is anyones guess, and I may be around for another 30 plus years,,, We will see,,,,). Keep the prep thing going while there is still that luxury, keep making alternative plans, three ways in, five ways out,,, two is one, one is none,,, Rather be looking at it, than looking for it,,,, Little blurbs that seem cliche, but are sound wisdom. Things we need to carry forward for the generations that will replaces us. Some of the ideas I wrote into Wings,,, facts that are not taught in the Indoctrination centers,,, concepts that are dead simple, but complicated to express to those blinded by the mental gymnastics they are taught.
We all move on, none get off this rock alive (not yet anyway,,, )and none are immortal: death comes for us all.
But we aren’t done yet, and there is still much we can do.
So get to it.
Trip, boop! SPLAT!!!
another trip down memory lane this afternoon,,,,
rain out at the J.O.B. and I ain’t complaining, (except for that ‘no work, no pay’ thing,,, ugh!!!). it was COLD out there, and wet as all get out, and my ‘job’ today was an install of an intelligent (they ain’t) gate. Welding included and I hate welding on icy steel; things can get a bit exciting when a sheet of ice slides right into your welding puddle,,,,
anywhooos, did some chatting with B (he was at work, but slow day for the same reasons we were not at work,,,,) and I sent him a link to my first blog-site.
I’m dying here,,, That picture in the side bar,,,, Yeah, that’s me,,, the year was 2004 and I was on a gig in Newport KY, and the young things I am surrounded by were a dance troupe from NKU. And the Photographer was my Ex,,, (not that this pic led to that demise,,, that was years later,,,). All day today, I kept looking at that pic, thinking, “Christ! I really was young then!!!” and knew NOTHING even though I thought I knew Something,,, I knew sound, and how to turn a wrench, and that was about the extent of my skills. Oh yeah, March in formation and shoot expert on the Marine Corps ranges, both pistol and rifle. (and part of where that moniker snuck in at,,, )
I was thirty-six and felt like I had the world by its short-hairs.
I think the chorus in that song sums up my life then,,,,
and that blog, damn I was a chatty rat wern’t I? LOL. Prolly why my posts tend to be quite a bit shorter these days,,, I feel like I already said it all,,,,
and to what end?
Nothing changed, or at least not for the better,,, Maybe I learned a shit ton more, but the more I learn the more I realize the less I actually know, and that one person is going to have about as much effect as a fart in a hurricane. There are exceptions of course,,, but ultimately, those exceptions are rarer than hens teeth in the short term.
To be honest, reading some of my words from that time, I am surprised as hell we are HERE now,,,
and maybe that’s a part of why I just ‘dongivafuk’ anymore. Oh, I care that there are shitstains in the world that are bound and determined to be the top of the heap even if that means dropping the living standard of billions into the cesspits,,, but what can I, ME, Little ol’ lonely ME on this hillside do????
Laugh at the fucks,,, laugh at the stoopid antics of those that claim to be better people than such as me, or B, who would pull a complete stranger out of the water and try to save his life, or Mark, who just paddled 45 flipping kilometers today and so far has paddled 6600 kilometers (give or take, he has hitched a ride here and there,,,) with the message ‘Reverse the Bad” and not harping on the ‘Glorious leaders pretend” bad shit, but OUR bad shit we do out of callousness or just not thinking.
in one of those posts I talk about the Oblammymessiah and how the turd never did a days worth of work in his life, still hasn’t, and yet,,,, Hell, the turd didn’t even WRITE the books with his name on them,,, And I would bet his ghost writer doesn’t make all that much off them, if anything past the one time payment Oblammy-o-boy coughed up,,,,
Trust me, writing/publishing is WORK!!!! This from a guy that toured the US as a roadie!!!
(and I am not giving the ghostwriter shit,,, any money when you are trying to ‘break in’ keeps you moving forward,,,)
And I am not hammering any political side in particular, just one individual in this case. Actually, when that pic in the blog was taken, we had just hit the $4/gallon mark while The Shrub was in office, so one side ain’t no better than other. Actually they are the same coin,,,, a plug nickle and worth about as much IMO: and looking back at my writing then, I was just learning that,,,thanks to Bill Buppert from ZeroGov, and Larken Rose, and a deluge of other older writing all the way back to Spooner and Locke,,,
Keep in mind, I was also teaching myself Machining skills, foundry skills, gunsmithing, and breaking away from the leftard indoctrination,,, All while faking being an IT professional (I had the certs, but not the background,,, And another reason why I think certifications are a sham,,,, )
My REAL education didn’t start until I hit 40, and I made up for 40 years of wasted bullshit in short order,,,,
And I’m still learning,,,
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