THAT, was the opening sentence in a conversation with Mal-Cuz’s GF this eve, while I was out lettin’ Voo leave piles of doo in places OTHER THAN my yard.   (he is real good about going ‘off-road’ and doin’ his business in the weeds,,, Always has been, but age is creepin in and he has ‘accidents’.)

I almost responded in a highly confident affirmative, but thought better of it.   “Mostly, with caveats,,,,”  

Well, that got me the dumb-look from the otherside of the bell curve,,,,   Had to explain.    ” I mean what I say, but you may not always hear what I think.   There are times where silence is the best option.   

BUT,

I won’t ever talk behind your back or tell bullshit stories about you.”

(and no, I am not talking behind her back,,, I let her know her question started my “writing prompt” tonight.)

Maybe, years ago, I might have done such,,,  But my time with my EX and the reasons we fell our separate ways, and some other points of introspection over the last 16 years of voluntary singularity,  

To what end?   I ain’t gonna fluff your ego, try to undermine you (unless you are really starting to cause issues) and it only causes internal conflicts with myself, IF, It doesn’t get out and cause external conflicts (gossip shit does JUST that,,,,)   

Maybe you won’t like what I have to say, in many cases, probably not since truth tends to hurt, (unless I just keep my mouth shut as I have learned around here.  Can’t fix stoopid, and there is PLENTY of Stoopid here’bouts.)  BUT, you will never be able to say I lied about you.   

There was a situation a few years back where I was discussing the J.O.B. with one of our clients.   Granted, I was in the wrong for the discussion, I’ll give you that.    What I didn’t know: My phone was still on with the bosses.

I caught hell for it.   Was even told that some of the things I had said would have gotten me knocked cold if I had said them to their faces.

But when I asked “Was anything I said ‘a lie’ ?”,,,,, SILENCE.    They knew I was in the right of the matters I was discussing.    

That situation has never been brought up again, but I feel that some many of those ‘issues’ I brought up, have been addressed since that point.    Again, I was in the wrong for the conversation from the get-go, but ‘he moves in mysterious ways’ and it DID have a positive effect.

Since then, I don’t discuss the J.O.B. with anyone NOT an agent of such.    Not the clients,(with the exception of what I post here, and I try to be obscure with it.) and many cases, not even with other Emps.   I keep my council for the bosses,,,, What I will discuss with clients pertains ONLY to the job at hand, information they need to know (like a warranty fix, where we may be waiting several weeks for the parts to arrive.)   I have also found it best to ‘play dumb’ in many case: Fact being, I have no idea what the bossmen told the client,,,   (don’t undermine the job by ignorant slip of the tongue.)

BUT, the whole prompt got me to thinking: how many people are continually on the sly.   It’s obvious from her asking the question, that she DOESN’T mean everything she says.  (and there is GOOD reason I have little trust of her, and refuse to let her enter my house for any reason.    Conversation from the porch or roadside is ‘good enough’.)

There are days where I really don’t like the majority of the Hooman race: nothing bigoted or ‘racial’, I just don’t like people in general.    Those are the days where I am quite content to work in the shop, spend time with my furry workmates (Bearbear is really good about letting me know its lunchtime,,, I wonder why?  ;-P ) and let the world revolve around me with not a care of ‘what they are up to’.   

Its my weakness,,,   and my strength in a way.

See, I am NOT uncompassionate.   Fact is, (and every psych book on MBTI will say the same) INTJ’s are SUPER PASSIONATE, but we are also introverted and senstive and our armor is to reserve that compassion to a very SMALL group.   Emotional outbursts (from others) induce the feeling of being projectile vomited on, and we sincerely wish to avoid inducing that feeling in others: so we shut down, close up and run the ramparts up HIGH.   If you are not part of the ‘group’, we can seem cold, distant, arrogant, snobbish,,,,  you get the point,,,,

It took learning that, to see it as a strength.   I know now, that the feeling I GET, is not the intention of the projector.    I can get over it, (may not like it, but I get it, NOW.) and that has opened me up to friendships I might never have considered in the way back past.  (in fact, it has improved the quality of friends I do keep tight.)

And that feeling I described, though I did not know it at the time, was why self and EX are no longer.   One outburst and my walls went up, and never came back down fully.  Years of that drove the wedge deeper and deeper,,,,

Hind sight is 20/20,,,,,

Live and learn.  One bad night should not evolve into a disease or cancer.    And now I know the signs.    I can’t say I won’t make a similar mistake in the future, but at least I know what it was and could be and if not how to prevent it (I wouldn’t,,, people need to vent.) at least correct the course before it leads to even MORE bad decisons.

Funny how it took me bailing on society to figure out how to work in society, huh?   LOL

I may never fit in very well, I have many rough edges and know that my acquired bluntness and straightforward approach throw many for a loop.    Thats alright.   I figure if they can’t handle that, they probably wouldn’t fit with the group I have found that takes me as I am.

anywhooos,,,, I’m rambling now,,,,,

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Muhndaze,,, all day,,,

And it felt like it. 

Nothin’ much worth mentioning either.

Just wanna go campin’ and forget about the ‘real world’ for a spell.   Kayakampin’ even better.

weather is sayin’ no-go for the weekend upcoming.  Rain every day starting in the wee late hours friday and not letting up until late sunday.

loverly,,,,

May just set the hammock up on the porch and do some pretendin’.   Kids will be confused as F! but hey, they won’t have me leaving them high and dry for days on end either,,,,

all the fun of camping with the option of REAL warm bed if I say ’nuffa-dis’.  (I wouldn’t,,, my hammock is actually quite comfy and warm.  Just nice having that option there.)

I’ma gonna dig around the webs for awhile tonight and may have something to post up in the AM.   till then, enjoy the rest of your muhnday and take care.

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I knew it was coming,,, hell, we all did,

Just wasn’t sure what day, and then I woke this morning and found out I had lost an hour of day,,,,  MuddaF*@k!

sigh,,,,

ANYwhoooozits,,,,,

I did get a nice kick in the hind end.

That was at one of my put-ins for the river.    If that doesn’t scream “SPRING IS SPRINGIN’!”,,, I dunno what does.

And its warm enough to be out of doors and doing the stuff I need to do to my porch. So I is,,,,,

But I wanted to get my little rant out of my system.    I do remember how badly this ‘time change’ thing messed us up when I was working the bar/nightclub scene, and the one time I was playing 3rd shift short-order cook at the haus der waffle,,,,(loooonnnnnnnggggg time ago and a completely different universe IMO)

And I ain’t gonna lie: Last weekend campin’,

NOT ENOUGH

My urge to go out and set up a camp is strong right now.  

and here in the next couple of weeks is the BEST time to do so.   Buggies are still at bay, the krazees tend to shy from the still chilled nights, so you don’t have to deal with those that can’t handle their own thinks and need to cover up the quiet of nature with NOIZE.   (don’t get me wrong, I LOVE my music and love it LOUD.   Just not ‘out there’.    A little background music when y’all are hanging out and talkin’: no problem, but I don’t want to hear it from hundreds of yards away.   ” Be respectful of others”, is what I am sayin’.   )

Alas, not this weekend.   This weekend is in wrap-up mode and its back to the digs of “makin’ ends meet”.    Maybe next weekend I can pull an overnight on the lake.(watch it rain me out again LOL)

(strange thought that has been passing my brainium: may even get a fishing license this year and try my hand at ‘self supported’ kayak kamping.    I’m not much on fishing, but I do like to eat them.)

damn the DST’s    My internal schedule is all outta whack right now.   Feels earlier than that clock on the wall says.    I did live in Arizona at one point and they don’t force their pop to suffer this time change thing, and I recall it was pretty damned nice: the exception being trying to figure out what time it was ELSEWHERE so you didn’t screw up a long distance phone call and miss their business hours.   

And my cats don’t follow what that clock says anyway.   I am going to have some disgruntled babbies this week because MY SCHEDULE doesn’t mesh with thiers,,,,

ok,,,, rant over, back to cutting wood and fixing my porch.    Y’all take care

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Saw post on Utoobies that “Trump declares war”    well, he can’t,,,   He CAN direct the JCOS to action, but he has 30 days to convince CONgress to declare war,,,, Its not his job to do that shitte.    Of course there are some ‘workarounds’ to that 30 day thing, (coff coff police action, coff!) but we have seen how those turned out before.

Alberta Canada wants to become the 51st state of The United States.    I say “why the F! not?’*   I am sure there are all sorts of sore spots that would need massaged out, and of course Turd-boy Castro will throw hissy fits about it,,,,      (* my opinion, Why not go the whole shebang, we are tied tighter than siamese twins as it is now,,,,)

Now this one is FACT:

I have too much shit!!!   Time to empty my cup again.    I was going through the camp gear and my closet clearing cloths out, and NEVER made it to the porch issue.

I may need to take a weekend and do a road side sale (they are common enough around these parts,) and see what I can unload and make back some money on, not just donate to Goodwill.    Camp gear, good stuff: I just don’t see needing 3 tents 4 sleeping bags and lord knows how many campstoves I now have (found three and I am still digging)

BUT, Its satyrday eve, the sun is set, and my world is a might quiet right now,,,,,

Talkatcha’all tomorrie,,,,

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LOL,,, sorta,,, not goin’ off on adventures; takin’ care of homestead stuff this weekend.  Its not supposed to be cold (though the water is still frigid as F!, so kayakin’ is a “maybe, let me think ’bout it”)

I have wood to replace some of the rotted sections of my porch.   That rough cut stuff is great, but it doesn’t hold up for years and years: one or two and needs replaced.  Only real advantage to it being “Cheap”, as in free for the taking from the scrap piles at the lumber mill.   Now I have several treated 2×8’s 18′ in length that I can use instead, and these should hold up a few more years…

Cleanin’ house too.   Been the bachelor for to many years and my house gets a little cluttered with projects this, geegaws that,

and you would think I am a cloths whore looking in my closet.   Going to go through there and find stuff that I haven’t worn in years and take it to goodwill or something.  

I’m also testing some of my camp gear.   With the recent failure of my sleeping pad,(I have three) I am testing the remaining units with function testing.   The one failed will be cut up for patches and replacement valves: the problem was the fabric, not the seams.   Slow leaks right through the fabric itself.  I had similar issues with a cheap camp pillow.   The Manufacturer chose shoddy materials.  Gonna have to eat this one because the return date was over a year back, and the company either folded or was absorbed back into the CCP ‘for reasons’.    eyah, Chinee schlock: lesson learned.

And an update on fourfeets,,,  

Thats Lucky Bastich his-self,,,,    Little ain’t an operative term for him any longer.    Not even a year old and almost as big as Zoomy.   And other than some coloration differences, hard to tell the two apart from a distance these days.   I think Zooms is ElBees Daddy meself,,,   Where he came from is well within triapsing distance for a horny tomcat.   And I HAVE seen Zooms down that way a time or two.  (funny as heck to see him fade into the woods, but poke his head up when I call.)

As for the Voo,,,,    the poor sod is gettin’ VERY long in tooth,,, His hip displasia is getting really bad.   Moves fine after a few minutes going walkies, but that getting off the ground thing pains the hell out of him and it shows.    I have a decision to make here soon and I don’t like it.   I don’t think that needs expanded on, do it?  I don’t like the idea of needing to make that call when UNIVERSE sent him to me like it did.   Seems like I am trying to play god or something with a gift from above.   But it hurts me to see him suffer like he does, and its pretty obvious, he isn’t ‘happy’, unless we are out walking. 

Fact is, he is around 13 years old: thats PAST the life expectancy of his breed.  

n’ermind,,,, I know, I know.    “don’t farm it out” advice from Heinlein,,,,    Always at the back of my mind.

I’ll have more up later; something I saw this morning needs checked into and opinion made before I go postin’bout it.    No need to speak out of turn thing, and I don’t have enough information yet.

Life goes on, and I need to get to livin’ mine here.

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I don’t know when it started, though I feel it was in my lifetime.   When did our health take second fiddle to our living?  

This thought line started in the wee hours.   It may be something subliminal since Sarah posts something similar and answered in part, something of which I claim ignorance in the first paragraph.

Facts: Farming in America is MOSTLY huge corporate farms, measuring thousands if not millions of hectares of land.   Farming in the plow, seed, grow, harvest sense.   Not including livestock type farming, (that line is a different ball of cod scrapings.)  Many of the Big Farms are also contracted with groups like Monsanto, that has intellectual property rights to the genetic modifications of the seed they provide.   Smaller farms were often, and may be still, swallowed up if it were found that some of that trace genetic material had crossed over into their feilds.   The little guys couldn’t afford the legal side of things and would go bankrupt trying to defend against laws of nature and wind drifting spores of ‘intellectual property’.

I’m not arguing against Intellectual Property laws, but I would say that, in the cases I mentioned, there was some lawfare involved and the defense of  location and weather should have been observed, not ignored by the judicial.   You can not stop the propagation of plant breeding ‘by decree’.  You can’t tell the bees, ‘these plants are mine, those are his: don’t mix the genes up, please’.

But that matter forces me to illustrate why I made it.    Sarah mentions that case in her post; heres that quote.

Around the eighties, the authorities, influenced in no small amount by “Diet for a Small Planet” which combined ignorance about agriculture (lands that are good for growing cows in, don’t necessarily work for wheat, corn or even potatoes) decided that meat was evil, and fat was responsible for every health problem.

Because fat is what makes food delicious, they instead started loading things with carbs and more carbs. And because our food regulations are susceptible to lobbyists, the corn lobby insisted that all sweet should be provided by high fructose corn syrup.

I know I have been down this road once before: LOTS MORE than just corn syrup is made from that corn.  From that syrup is also made Alcohol, Vinegar, Acetates, starches, etc etc etc,   And the real fact is “We don’t know what long term GMO exposure does”

Look around you.   Go to Walmart one evening, especially around the first of the month when the government checks hit the banks.    The amount of human lard is incredible.    Being near 60, I recall a time when that scene would have caused us alarm: yet this decade and the last one, THIS IS NORMAL.  Normal enough that seeing Large Models glamorizing clothing lines is a regular.  (alternative argument: Have you EVER seen a fat Amish person?)

(BTW, its not JUST corn products.   That whole soy business is booming too, and we don’t know how all of that effects the body.   I’ve read how it increases estrogen levels in men, decreasing Testosterone (Femme boiz), starts puberty earlier and faster in young girls (ever seen that 14 something girl that looks old enough with a rack large enough to convince ANY bouncer she is old enough to be in the bar?)

And that doesn’t even start to touch on the other health aspects we are under.   Diabetes is starting to climb the ladder as public killer #1 over heart disease or cancers.   We have this outbreak of turbo-cancers that are supposedly due to the Vaxxnottavaxx, but can we say that its NOT a combination factor between the Vaxx and diet? 

Childhood obesity!   That was a very narrow window issue when I was growing up.  I can think of only a couple kids with wieght issues throughout my school days.

I only know this: there was a picture posted recently.  A beach scene from the mid70’s, and there was not one fat person on that beach or in the water: NOT ONE.    Now? even those of us with naturally slim proportions are struggling with keeping the flab off.   Yes, it does happen with age, but I don’t recall any of my Grands having the problems I am experiancing.

By my own experiments, (and YMMV, everyone has different metabolisms) Going back to the diet my grands lived with: butter, not margarine.  Cream/milk, not soy or nut based milk like substitutes.  EGGS, Bacon, sausage, steaks, porkchops, potatoes, some green stuff in the mix,,,,,, Few breads or starches like pasta rice or beans. (though beans are higher in protein than the others and were a staple in many cultures including ours.)

BUT NOT PROCESSED heat and ready to eat JUNK,,,, my wieght started to fall off.   My middle got a little saggier, not flabbier (but I’m older, and the skin doesn’t pull back so quick these days) and I felt like I had more energy.   Yes, it takes more work, not convenient for the on the go lifestyle, and hard to find sometimes.  (do you really know what ingredients went into that sausage? for example)  

I also noted that free range eggs are far better than the mass produced store bought by several measures.   Consistency, stronger yolks, darker yolks and FLAVOR where the mass produced eggs seem bland in comparison. I MUST use salt on the store bought ones: the hand gathered sold from the front porch ones don’t need it.   I’ve also noted a difference between grass fed beef and the corn fed beef.   MamaKat won’t touch the cornfed beef anylonger, so I know its not ‘just my tastebuds’,,,,   So what if the beef is somewhat leaner (its not lean to the point of ‘no fat’): You get more for your dollar if the fat is minimal.  (and the local cattle farmer doesn’t inject his beef with water and CO2 to dress it up, like the stores do.)(Da noted on a turkey in the store this past year “20% water added”.  water adds wieght, and bulks up the deadbird making it look like you are getting more,,,, Y’ain’t!)

And what else is getting added into our food?    I read some ‘conspiracy theory’ that they are starting to add the Vaxxnottavaxx to meat for sale.   Can’t make us take it voluntarily, so they force it on us (it was when I read that, that I stopped buying meat at the stores and started using the local cattle peeps.  You may not have that option.   I have no desire to ingest a genetic modifier designed by Mengele wannabes.)

And then we have that chemical Glysophate.   You have heard it called Round up, and other names:   it was designed by (for??) Monsanto to treat crops and kill off any weed or NON-GMO CROPS that might encroach on their intellectual property.    Some have even said it was designed by the same people that gave us Agent Orange back in the Vietnam era, and that it is actually the same shit, toned down a bit so it kills weeds slower. (which could be argued ‘kills us slower’ as well.)  The mass use of glysophate correlates to the ‘glutten intolerance’ issue that popped up in the late 90’s/early aughts.   Which is it?  Something that has been with us for 10000+ years and makes bread taste glorious, or the chemical that is suddenly showing up in cows milk due to watershed poisoning, and is in most all commercially processed food to some extent?

How to untie this knot of profit and corporations?    I dunno, but it needs done IMO, and we need to get back to having more actual farms and not mega hectare production firms.     Chemical additives (not just the preservatives) like appetite enhancers (found in EVERY Lays product among others) are having effects too.  All in the name of profits.  I am not saying capitalism is a bad thing; we all like making profits.  But I don’t think most of us would sleep well, knowing that our profit came at the expense of someones life potential because our product was slowly killing them.

Learn to eat better, stop buying the junk, find local farmers to deal with if you can.   (most every town has a farmers market.  Not convenient but BETTER, for you and the local scene.) Unfortunately, we can’t educate every Swingin’ Joe-blow on the dole, that his cartload of pop and moonpies is why he needs a powered chair to go shopping and has 15 doc appointments this month,,,,

but we can start on US, work slowly and feel better, and others will ask us ‘HOW?’ and THEN, we can teach them too.

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Snow,

,,,,  Not a lot mind you, but it was enough, and KOLD as a witches teat,,,,

That meant short day, no fault sort of day.   Burnout went to take his drivers test, I went to diag a powered gate that won’t act up for me, and called it a day.   Son of Bossman, Hooolus, and I went out for breakfast after the gate fun, and that was that. 

Chased down my propane refill before my 30# dried up on me, so HAS HEAT and the kittehs are happy for it.  (and thats why I didn’t note the snow until I was headed out,,,, knew it was kold and stayed the F indoors so didn’t see that dreaded white fluff till I was in it.)

This isn’t winter, this is harrasment!!!!

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No, I ain’t mad.   To be honest, wasn’t feelin’ all that motivated to work anyways.    Hibernation mode in three, two,,,  

Kiddin’

But not kiddin’ about the lack of motivation.   I’m ready for warm, sun, and longer days (we’re gettin’ there,,,,)

AND NOW, that dreaded white fluff has been converted to liquid form and making everything damp, until the sun falls over the edge and things cool off again and that damp turns into slick ass black ice.   I nearly had a tumble earlier on such; no wants more of that.   Gettin’ older, watches steps more closely: its a long way to the ground and the sudden stop at the end, HURTS.  Hurts way more now than I recall from younger days.    We were designed to bend and bounce in our younger years: the older models are a bit more obstinate and unyielding.(in more ways than just the physical. ;-D  )

Got nuthin’     No desire to point out the failures and abuses associated with DOTGUV lately.   Sarah has a damned good post about, well, not buyers remorse, but an understanding that maybe things are tougher than we can even imagine.   Pascal Fervor over at Frans place had a nice conversation with GROK3 about embedded ticks and Gooberment,,,,  Francis covers the NATO question, and I concur  I kinda wish DJT would take a listen, but then, it may be out of his realm, but he should have the firepower to get CONgress to do the right thing: demoncraps of course will scream and cry,,,,,,

Is what it is,,,,    I thought I was all out of those, but seems the coming spring time hatched a new batch for me.  (maybe that camping trip with Brudda B hatched a few too.)

I only know, (and as I mentioned to Ox in comments) “Change is never permanent, but change is,,,,,”  (yes, a quote from the Professor, Neil Peart.)  So we sit and watch, guard, and prepare.   All will be revealed (we hope).

Yup,,, I’ve applied a lot of ZEN to my world lately.  NEEDED IT.

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