Muhndaze, ready to head to work, txt comes in “no work today”

3PM WHITE OUT conditions,,, gonna be witches teat cold tomorrow, so prolly gonna be another day at home

sigh

Good news, possibly,,,

Found a ‘runner’. Tree-fiddy Vortec block (complete) for ‘within my budget’ with only a three hour trip to attain it. Communication with the current owner has been good, so far. Depends on if others jump on it too: I may get lost in the shuffle and a bidding war. (I have no room to bid, so if it happens, its gone to me.)

as for that ‘snake that bit me’,,,, workin’ on it. earwigs dropped in the right ears, but timing won’t be to my benefit. SO’sss,,, the quoted price to said person WILL change if they later come to me and say “hey, that offer,,,,”

huh? whu? we’z confuzzed Dio!

I offered my house for sale to the gent that wants to buy Da’s house too. THAT would be easier for all parties involved, less legal wranglin’ and paperwork and surveyors and lawyers. He didn’t bite. He said ‘after,,,’ and my offered price just went up, because I WILL BE DEALING WITH ALL OF THOSE PEEPS and getting all of this fubared paperwork sitting in the county PVA office straightened out and no so Hillbillyfied. He’s family, but I don’t trust him. And right now, not real trusting of much at all; especially after I saw the property description on the deed itself. It could be anywhere or nowhere for all that description reads.

respond, not react. Reactions are instinctual, response is intellectually processed. My ‘responses’ going forward are going to seem cold and calculated because I am done being nice. I need to cover my ass. Family, of the genetic connection, does not give license for fuckery. I won’t be fucked.

But thats not your problem, is it? THis shop doesn’t reside in ‘the real world’ and I can take this shop anywhere, HAVE taken this shop everywhere for that matter, LOL. Coffee is on the counter near the front door, hepyurself.

Now, here was one ‘reaction’ I DID have. Was in the house today. Cozz snorin, me almost snorin’ and suddenly Cozz was NOT snorin’ but growlin’ and headed to the exit. And then I heard the Kat squallin’. No idea where said kat is now (Zoomies, he’s the only one missing) but when I ran out, there’s bad Cuz’in’s mutts headed back out my driveway. I put 10 rounds down at them and I know I hit at least one (blood trail) Put the Bahzoooms on ’em. Don’t give a rats ass if the hit mutt(s) live or die. And swore to myself, next time “Measured response, TIMED and AIMED fire:” just like I was taught for combat. If that little group comes back, they won’t be leaving if I am home.

My only hope is that Zooms made it away cleanly and not torn up and dyin’ I can’t find a blood trail in the yard, so I have hope.

More laters,,, lots on the plate today, and not all of it edible or even palatable. BUT, ya eat what you are served in this world, even it there are times where all it seems you get are shit sammiches,,,

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Updated: Zoomie made it back home safe and sound, not even beat up (anymore than usual for an alpha male Tomkat,,,) YAY!!!

Sorta

Things on this end took a turn, not hugely bad, but not entirely good either. gonna take leg work and arm twistin’ to get right. No deets as this is Family Issues, just know that right now, what was has twisted like a snake and we are working on it. (we being self and sisters.)

Decomp time was frellin’ AWESOME,,,, MUCH MUCH NEEDED.

Images courtesy of Brudda B. My phone screen does not do them credit and my camera lacks the settings his uses (both android,, hmmm)

Its back at it starting in AM tomorrow,,, In a better frame of mind, despite the snake bite I mentioned above.

this too shall pass

bills are gettin’ paid, work is picking back up, and the world spins further and further down that rabbit hole of Alice’s that often resembles a sewer pipe. Shit like NutJobYahoo of Israel being dead/kidnapped/ missing in action, and all the SPIN, from AI created vids of him, etc etc,,,, I have thoughts on it, nothing to speak of here, and not NICE thoughts either. FUGGEM,,,,

but I digress. Life carries on, you should too. I am, will; as long as IS lets me.

LLLLL!!!

(, ‘)

i’ll be back at it tomorrows,,

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Weather went into the basement to check on its gremlin childers,,, Woke this mornin’ to 30sumpins and winds to boot.

And by mid-afternoon, the bones was tellin’ me all abouts it,,,

Feel like someone drove a spike through my shoulder joints, from one side to the other passing through the spine,,,, criminy,,, if this is how Da has been feeling the last few months,,, Yah,,, (it is BTW,,,) Fu!!!! I feel for the man,,, I do. THIS sucks

I’m functional, thats the best I can say,, Comfort is not on that list,,,

Weather has been reversing course since this afternoon, supposed to be mid 60’s tomorrow, 70’s sat and sun,,, then back into the basement for the following week. JUST ABOUT THE RIGHT TIMING for camp,,,,My hopin’ this pain doesn’t follow me the next couple of days though. Poured the Capzasin on both sides and rubbed in Tigerbalm+, I know the area between is just muscles tightened up due to the joint pain. A trip to the Chiro is not off the table just yet, and if I am still feelin’ crippled tomorrow, that call will be made.

Trip to the courthouse with Unk in AM, then off to camp to hook up with Brudda B, Brudda J will join us later as his day is scheduled up prior. Been an upgrade at the campsite too: not portajohns, but a Vault Toilet was added in last week. No more chasing down trees for those moments of “gotztago’s”(downside to this: that means traffic is up and noted by the Park Rangers. Not as secluded as it usedta be. )

ANywhuzzitss,,, whats up with the shoulders? YEARS,,, Years of shooting High draw bows with Handshock,, Years of shooting high powered Rifles,,, Years of handling Impact Drivers of various wieghts and configurations,,, Years of Swinging Hammers,,,,

All of those shocks and bangs and sudden stops do damage, small, un-noticed at the time, but ACCUMULATIVE,,, And when the weather turns,,,, Most of my readers will concur,,, its an age thing. You young’uns,,, take heed, this is real, not imaginary bullshit of the old and feebs. (and there is some ‘stress related’ points here as well. I store stress in my shoulders, the chiro has even made note of that. When my stress levels go up, the muscles tighten up, and eventually PAIN arrives. The cold only helped bring it on.)

and my journey has only begun,,, I’m only 57. This ‘machine’ has seen better days, sort of like Bloo and Buffalo have better days behind them. They get rather cranky when the cold hits. The operating system of this machine is still spot on, the interface can get glitchy, and the mechanical side has some issues, but we are still running down that road,,, (albeit, a little slower and not quite the full horsepower rating we came with from the factory floor.)(BUT, we knows more tricks now,,,LOL) ‘This too shall pass’ just not right now,,,

Topical analgesics applied,, NSAID OTC’s in system,,, Sleep and rest needed, and with upcoming decompression at Camp, I’ll be right as rain soon enough

T’ain’t my first rodeo,,, certainly won’t be my last (at least, not at this time,,,but thats truly out of my hands,,,)

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getting ready for the upcoming weekend, making sure that my camp gear is packed-n-ready to toss in Buffalo tomorrow eve.

Fletched out another 12 shafts for the weekend. Dunno how good the other gents are with string and stick, but i expect at least one failure/loss to the void. Arrows tend to traverse parallel universes when ‘not accurately’ thrown.

Interestin’ day at the J.O.B. Been lots of ‘clean up’ goin’ on lately, and I was packing in some of my own there. Interstingly enough, i found where the “shop kats” had been doing business, and least to say, the stink was ‘unique”,,,,

UGH!!! Came home early to take Da to the PhyTherapy, and tossed all my rags into the hamper and jumped my arse straight into the shower; Even MamaKat wrinkled her nose at me when i arrived. “Da, you STINKS!!!”

Not much to talk about in the great wide world, but I was interested in a read over at BCE’s place,,, a ‘reblog’ of Tactical Hermits spawn’s writing. Yah, we came a long way since the 2000 days, and it ain’t all for the better. Look at your waistline for one,,, Then do a close inspection of your ‘online time”. Betcha its around HOURS a day, not just minutes,,, I know there have been weeks where my time HERE, at the shop of work and words, is numbered near the teens. That doesn’t include my surfing, or emails, or just Utoobie feeds.

I’ve said it more than once,,,,” we are SPOILED and gotten lazy,,,,”

at least in comparison to where we were in the 80’s abnd 90’s,,,, Heck,,, even the early Aughts of this Century… I didn’t have much of an online presence until around 2008, and that was AFTER running a production company AND being a National tour manager,,,, In that latter, emails were It,,, we didn’t have much to do with websites or the like, though those were taking off, just not to todays levels,,,

it’s been one helluva trip since 2001,,,, and I can not say ‘for the better’,,, fact, I TRULY think we were happier back then, even if we didn’t realize it.

In some ways, I see people ‘regressing’ back to those times. Not all, but enough. Look at the recent demands for OLD vehicles. I was looking online (fakebook, but is what it is) and seeing SERIOUS spikes in prices for anything older than 2015 (vehicles,,, machine tools, TOOLS in general,,,)

WHY?

Because the shit was built better!!! No other reason. They didn’t build for “Planned Obselence” back then… Of course some of the stuff was absolute Shitte (20teen toyotas for example, especially the tacomas with rotting frames,,,) but for the most part, you could expect 20-30 years from the stuff. (And the older, the MORE years to expect,,, Like Southbend lathes built prior to WWII,,,)

one of my Utoobie feeds is “Inheritence machining’,,, dood goes out of his way to find OLD machines in need of refurb and documents the processes,,, And he is quite talented in the ‘metal’ processes.

Here i am attempting to Reviving an early aughts One Ton Work truck. WHY? not because it has all the bells and whistles of a modern hicle, but because IT WILL OUTLIVE ME when done right. That it was in the shape its in tells tales about MASSIVE ABUSE and neglect on the part of the former owner. Look at Buffalo,,, 336K miles on her ORIGINAL block,,, I have had to replace the transmission and rear diff, but that ENGINE is still kicking ass and taking names… A 4.3L is essentially the same block that Bloo has in her, minus 2 cylinders. Parts interchange all over the place,,, (and believe me, there has been some temptation to swap out the 4.3 in donor truck with Bloos block,,, at least temporarily. Just temptation, and not even sure if its doable,,, Never researched that far,,, but the temptaion is there.)

sigh,,,, Camping weekend ahead,,, MUCH NEEDED break upcoming… Don’t even want to think about Bloo and the like, other than to VENT,,, Maybe some solution will arise outside of the box I have found myself in,,, Invested heavily in her, and won’t back out now,,, but dammit,,,, RUN!!!! thats all I ask. (reliably,,, she does run, just smokes like a bonfire in a drizzle while running.)

And another aspect that people are trying to get away from

SPYING!!!!

I see many people ditching the smart phones… I wish I could, but with interstate banking (banking in general,,, if ya ain’t online, companies whine bitch and moan about it.) Yah,,, fact is, I painted myself into a corner with the ‘tech’ and modern living. If/When I choose to give up on modern living,,, this smartphone is going to get deep-sixed into a lake and I wont’ look back,,, But, that means serious lifestyle changes and such that I am NOT yet willing to make. (for one, it means killing this blog, and I sorta like being able to come here and just unload the day to day.)

One thing going on in my circles: all of us are keening for WATER TIME,,,, most all of us had a very dry year last year. Only reason “LIVING”,,,, Only,,, Is it? or is it just ‘existence’? Me thinks that last,,,, we ain’t living anymore,,, we are just existing to exist, pay taxes, and bitch moan and whine about how fucked up the world seems, Or even blow all of that off completely and only go through the motions of ‘living’ while pretending everythiing is ‘just fine”

let me cut straight to the point. The distractions are coming at us RAPID FIRE, for a reason. FACT IS: this reality sucks ass, and is 20 levels below what WAS,,,, back before 9-11. back before the Tech invaded our pockets and started spying on us.

BACK WHEN PHONES WERE CHAINED TO THE WALLS,,,,,

Makes me wanna move to a hillside and become a Hermit, it do,,,

Ooops that didn’t work out so well did it?

Ok,,, Laughing at myself here,,, It ain’t all that bad,,, is it? Just some days feel worse than others,,, BUT,,, I do stand on my statement of “distractions coming RAPID FIRE”,,,, They come so fast, we can’t recall events from a year ago, IMPORTANT events, that acutally have some bearings on todays headlines….. But no,,, That we ‘took out Irans Nuclear abilities” but suddenly, the attacks on Iran are to take out their nuclear capabilities,,,, WTF over?

I digress,,,

I’m venting

I’m scatterbrained too…

but y’all knew that,,,,

More laters,,,

Love y’all

Stay safe and SANE out there,,, (I know, thats a tall order,,,)

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LEARN

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just gonna forwarn ya,,, this is a drunken post,,, Started kinda early in the eve,, was fletching a couple of shafts for the upcoming weekend, and cracked a can,,,

I get drunk, I get LOUD!!! And the little system I has gets plenty loud,,,

But as I was soberin’ up, (EVILZZZ) I was jammin on some Toadies. that band out of Texas back in the ninties,,, Possum Kingdom was thier real hit, but the entire album was something of a masterpeice in mindfuck,,,

sorry, not gonna elaborate on that, ya just gotta find a full version and dive in,,,

BUT,,,

My enebriated mind and ears,,, was jamming out to “possum kingdom” and ‘tyler“,,, holy forks to the nines batman,,,, I really dug on that ‘texas sound’ back when this first came out, but man,,, with age and some experiance under my belt, I TRULY appreciate the effort of production that went into that recording. NOTHING is missed,,, its all there,,, nothing muddying up the mix: focus on the bassline, its IN YOUR FACE with that low string hieght to give the fret buzz of the 60’s’ Listen for the hat, china , crash, they are there right on top where they should be, listen for the snare: you can tell its a porkpie chromed out BEAST,,, And that Strat with some Blues man distortion just hovering there in the background, being the icing on the cake, feeding the emotions of the vocals,,,,, And the vocals,,, near dry, no hall verb or over the top effects except at first with the reverse delay,,,

this ‘session’, IMO, is right up there with the Steely Dan sessions of ‘Hey Nineteen” and Bostons Intro Albums.

Yah, I’s a music GEEK,,,, Some recordings are just PERFECT,,, Toadies Rubberneck should be up there in your “listen to this” list of “WOW” albums. Granted, there is that “MindFuck” aspect of it. It can be read, complete album-wise, as the story of a serial killer. or it could be defined as the confessions or someone just frustrated enough to imagine such,,,, You decide,,, BUT artistically speaking WOW,, JUST FUCKING WOW,,,,

And this is how a Dio spends his off time between wrenches and arc spatter,,, or at least when the keyboard muse isn’t calling my name with teasing breathy erotic tones.

i really, truly miss the entertainment world. i just don’t have the ears I need. The skills are still there, but I don’t trust me ears in that sort of environ any longer. Maybe a studio, but I don’t think most studios run the wattage i want to “Hear” like I do here at the “stead. LOL even my neighbors get to listen and ain’t nun-o’-em close to me.

its gettin’ late, I have to sober up a bit before bed, and guzzle nuff H2O to not be a fuckin mess tomorrow morn.

laters

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A repeat from the past here,,,, Someone seemed to like this post yesterday and I went for a re-read, and, well,,, read it again,,,

DRL, if’n you are still out there, send up a shout out,,,

We all have chapters in our lives, points where it seems one part of our story ends and another begins.   One chapter of my life ended on Dec 31, 1999.  I was downtown Cincy trying to enjoy being single, looking for someone to hook up with and bouncing between two bars on Vine St; […]

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