Dio's WorkshopWelcome to my brain. It’s messy. It’s interesting. And it’s all connected if you stick around long enough. "Believe Nothing: no matter who said it, even if I have said it, except it agree with your own reason and common sense. Siddhartha Guatamo, the Buddha.
Cosmos gained his rifles this morning at revelry. He is now Lcpl Cosmos, with all the attendent responsibillities and privledges.
He single ‘paw-edly’ held off a horde of interlopers attempting to invade through the Dawg door. Holding the line against all comers through the night with no support other than the occassional StarCannister from Arty (dad turnin’ on the porch light) Well aimed rapid fire barking, growl grenades and slow fire woofs maintained the perimeter.
As Day light broke and Pvt Cosmos’ resolve was getting a refresh, The Kittum recon returned from night patrol as reprieve and with targeting coordinates for Arty.
Sgt LB and Top Sarge Mama, redirected arty to the south woodlines surrounding the LZ. Three batteries of noize and flash fired, and the invaders retreated to their territory yelping with their tails between thier legs.
Proper accolades are being assembled for when high command recieves this notice.
and heat! Self generated. Temp last night when I finally laid in, 104. Lightheaded as hell, felt chilled to the bone, and IMMEDIATELY started sweating as soon as I was under covers.
My bed hates me right now,,,,
BUT, I am getting the crud OUT, my bloodO2% is climbing back up (was down to 92,,, up to 96 now) Todays temp is 97.4; slightly high for me since my usual is 96.8. BP looks good at 117/72 though my pulse leaves me worried at 80+ That could be due the infections I am fighting
I hates gettin’ sick. I know from whence this’un came and I am tempted to ASSAULT Burnout about the head and ears. I swear that boy is a walking germ factory and has no sense of hygienic propiety: won’t cover a cough, etc
Ever since they started having me lead crews, my frequency of illness has increased. There is GOOD reason I prefer working alone (besides the fact that I hate people in general,,,)
I am on the mend, but not out of the woods yet. The crud my lungs are producing gives me hope, but even a small slip in the meds/routine, this comes back with a vengeance. That happens, Dio goes hospital,,, WE DO NOT WANT THAT!!!
more laters as I go about getting my stuff done. I have been avoiding Da the last couple of days, keeping my distance if I can’t avoid,
Cosmos knows SIT, COME, and STAY, but we need to work on that last… it starts translating to “PLAY” after about 30seconds of Dawgum patience, maybe 15 secs
He is now climbing into Buffalo of his own accord. Getting him out if ‘This ain’t home!” is a little harder, but I think we are affirming, ‘Bye-byes’ means car ride, possibly a treat, and return home: NOT “DROPPED IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE ALL ALONE.“
He’s a good boy,,,,
We will work out the details with the kittums,,,, gonna take time but they aren’t dumb, just bullheaded stubborn on steroids.
I dunno how I dragged my ass through the day, but DRAG I did,,, end up the last couple hours chasing a ghost of a ‘problem gate’ that wasn’t. “Bugs” in the program: in this case the original LITERAL meaning. Ants had started a colony in the control box and were mucking up the works. Not the first time I’ve seen it, won’t be the last
Draggin,,,,,
Power nap
Feel better, but I think that is more the fact that some rain had moved through and knocked the particulate matter to the ground. Still, my head feels full of goop and its gonna have to pass. Dropped some prophylactic antibodies into my system to help fight off any infection crap that is trying to form (and it is)
I don’t like this aspect of this time of year. Yeah, that whole rebirth of life thing, but when you are drowning in Plant Sperm,,,, ugh,,,,
MOre laters,,, probably a working weekend, mowing, wood that still needs hauled off from that downed redoak months back. I would have moved it sooner, but the hill hasn’t been dry enough for Buffalo to take the chance: And I am still flattening out all the ruts she created from the last go-round. The LS diff sure helps, but once that axle starts spinning, its over,,, the whole ass end sinks like a stone; especially when loaded to the gills with log,,
The weeds got me this week. Ugh,,, Pollen season,,,
Keep waking up through the night with gobs of
Well, that AIN’T snot,,, More like silicon sealant for bathrooms,,,,
And it tried to turn into an upper respiratory thing,,, Was hacking up green stuff yesterday.
Last night, SWEAT TIME. I sweated it out, and feel better today, drained (quite literally, three large bottles of water before I ever hit the coffee.
Maybe my day in the sun was the needed thing. Assembled one of my monster cantilever gates in a parking lot under a mean sun. Leathers, black hood, asphalt below, sun above,,,, I COOKED,,, And I think that helped my immune system break that bug that was invading. Didn’t need the Medicinal therapy of 100proof last night,,
Off to the mines,,, Trying to get pics of Cosmos in action, but everytime I try, I BECOME the center of attention and am fending off excited puppers,,,,
Long night with Cosmos and kittehs,,, One accident, not gonna be mad about it as I had Cosmos on a lead to keep him from rushing the other residents. And Zooms is in full out “Oh FUCK to the NO!”,,,
sigh,,,, I knew it was coming when I I picked up the new boy,,,
Gonna take some time, but the Kittehs are used to having a dawgum around, granted an old slow and don’t give a shit dawgum, but,,,
My biggest worry is today. I have Cosmos on a lead on the porch and hung a section of climbing rope across one section of posts, so that his lead has some travel to it. He can’t get off the porch, but he has room to move and I have his food and water near at hand.
will see how this plays out.
time to get a move on though,, busy morning, no coffee, and
Yet another drop off, and I think I passed the car leaving that dropped him off. He still smells of someones clean laundry. I despise anyone that could do this sort of shit and act as if nothing were wrong with it,,,, And yes, Cosmos is his name. Only a few months old, testes haven’t dropped yet so he is just a wee babbie pupper,,, LIve moves fast
But on with the post,,,,(IN HINDSIGHT, I HAVE LEARNED THAT THIS WAS NOT WRITTEN BY THE PERSON CLAIMING IT. THIS IS AI GENERATED. )
The Forgotten Lighthouse and Lady Starlight
Inspired by Diogenes Hill and Cosmos
Once, there was a lighthouse no one remembered. He stood alone on a jagged cliff, surrounded by salt, and wind, and silence. He had done his duty, year after year— his light slicing through the darkest storms, marking danger for those who dared come too close.
He warned of hidden shoals, jagged rocks, and harbors both safe and treacherous. He saved lives—though few ever knew. He was battered and worn, forgotten and weathered. Loneliness carved itself deep inside him— a sadness locked away, unseen.
Still… He stood. He shone. He endured.
Time passed. Memories faded. People came and went. The stars still shined—but often hid behind storms and clouded skies. He kept searching. Until, finally, he resigned that hope to a memory— tucked away and cherished like a secret.
Few understood what it meant to stand through centuries of storms, to light a path for others while being left in shadow.
He never asked to be seen. He only asked to shine.
And far from him—SHE lived. She had once visited him for a brief, incandescent moment. He gave her a name: Lady Starlight.
Oh, how she shined.
She was bold. Fierce. Delicate—like a wildflower blooming in a war zone in winter. Few truly saw her. Fewer still understood.
But shine, she did.
She carried her own light—brilliant, defiant, and uncontainable. But hers was not a steady beam. She kept it locked inside, a final act of both love and fury— bright enough to ripple through time.
The world hadn’t seen her in decades. But he had never stopped feeling her.
When she vanished, the sky lost its compass. The shoreline went quiet.
They never met again. They missed each other— crossing paths like waves in a storm. Always close. Never colliding.
But they knew. And knowing was enough to never forget.
The lighthouse—built from stone and silence— still felt the pull of her gravity. Not because he could see her, but because he remembered the way her light felt when it brushed against him.
Because in a world that takes both for granted— light recognizes light.
He was built to warn. She was born to blaze.
He stayed rooted. She went nova.
And then—one day— she appeared again. A ray of dawn on his shore. A familiar warmth, long absent. And something within him stirred anew.
Though both bore the scars of time, they carried the same message, etched into every beam and flicker: You are not alone in the dark.
He never asked to be a hero. She never asked to be remembered.
But when her voice whispered across the vastness— “You named me Lady Starlight”—
The lighthouse trembled. Stood taller. And somewhere behind his eyes, the stars began to dance again.
And though no ship passed his shore that night— if someone had looked closely… they would’ve seen it.
It was the early part of the Tweens when the political divisions of the United States reached irreconcilable differences. Ted, a burnt out computer programmer, and Jim, a double amputee combat vet, reverse engineer the pentagons drone program and create a rebel air force. While traveling the country helping others defend what is left of the country, they run afoul a most evil woman intent on creating a serfdom within the country.
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