Derelinquat me gehennam solus


Picking the ball back up

I must apologize to Spud, as I kept dropping that ball I told him I would carry forward. It may be a tad late, but I am going through and doing what I originally intended to do, as best as I can.
Here is the link to James Dakin’s post and a quote from him.

If you’d prefer an easier way to pay, you can PayPal me and I’ll send a check for that amount to Spud. Just make sure to label that particular donation “For Spud” or “Spud Fund” or something similar.

Please help out if you can, Spud was t-boned by a soccer mom while riding his Enduro on an errand run. He had his entire hip rebuilt and is laid up for no less than 6 months with zero income. I am sure there is more to it than just loss of income, but that can be enough by itself.

You’ll have to go to Jim’s site to use that button, I truly suck at the whole HTML thing, but I am sure that Jim won’t mind the added traffic over there.
Thanks to any and all that help out, I know that Spud will appreciate any assist as well.

Nuff sed

Been doin a lotta watchin of late. Lotsa watchin.
To be short and sweet, a friend of mine, formerly of a certain agency best not discussed in public, opened my eyes to some goings on across the webs. These goings on are the very reasons this person is no longer affiliated with that agency and is now expatriated to other climes. (And no, this person is not Snowden nor does this person have oodles of security breaches to reveal. This person just couldn’t continue working as such in good conscious)
I now direct you to another site and read or at least try to follow along in comments.
This trolling is what my friend was paid to do. Belittle, obfuscate, redirect and ridicule online dialogue. Basicly, Saul Alinsky’s ‘Rules for Radicals’ in digital form.
People, its bad enough when Patriots are a herd of cats and bicker like the alpha tom’s in the alley. When an agency is directed from on high to apply this in very precise ways to keep the “drama” high, well, I don’t need to elaborate any more on that now do I?

I had stuff I wanted to say about all of this mess, from the ebola scare to how it is obvious our administration is fueling the issues and perpetual warfare etc etc etc
But to be honest, I just don’t care enough to continue. This shit has gotten to the point of failure and yet the corpse continues to ambulate along. Signals indicate a reversal of attitude at certain levels in the media and populace, but I have to wonder if it far too late?
I am signing off for three months. I will be back when I have some things in my life set in solid foundation and until then, I am going ghost.
Talk to you all again in February.

Spare me the hyperbole

As things continue to progress towards what can only be described as “interesting times”, I find more and more that I no longer care. Ebola loose in The US, immigration completely outta control, an Administration of kindergarteners, and a society that increasingly wants to be taken care of cradle to grave.
I was either born too early or far too late in the scenarios I see now. I just don’t know anymore how to affect change that doesn’t include a massive die off. So I do the only
Thing that makes any since to me; I keep working on my little Gulch and pray that what comes, happens quickly.

I ain’t holdin my breath though.

Little hang up in building the sawmill, yet one that is easily overcome so long as I break out the casting supplies. One part that, try as I might, I just can’t seem to find an alternative for. IS has been sending little snippets of my forge in action the last week and a half, so’s I guess I just need to bite the bullet and make a pattern of what I need then cast the part.

Well, here’s hopin’ y’all are in better spirits than I am right now. (Mehbe I just need to take a few days and get away from my surroundings, local society, and info networks. Yah, a tent, dog and far away sounds good. ;-P. )

Where to begin?

A deep thought post for y’all.

How many of you, in your travels, travails, and enjoying of life, have ran across someone so lost in the void, as to be a burden on everything and everyone around them. Persons (loose attribution here) that have been given life, the same as everyone, but so confounded by daily existence, that they can’t even contemplate getting their heads out of their ass.
Sadly, I see this daily. We are given a gift of unimaginable wealth when we are brought into this world, one only need be bold enough to go for broke to achieve that wealth. Throw caution to the wind and see what life can really taste like. As the saying goes

for those that will fight for it, life has a flavor the sheltered will never know

I lived with my head up my ass for many years. It was during Desert Storm that I realized (unconciously) that life had far more to offer than those things I had been ‘trained’ all of my life to accept. The 9-5/20+yr career/retire and get a gold watch path for examples(this might fit the bill for some, but like anything in life; your joy, might be my poison). I was suffering from some gastro-intestinal issues while we were under all of those black clouds and could see the oilwell fires all around us, and the thought “so this is what hell is like” passed across my mind. The old me died in that hellhole. No bullets fired, no sudden death by artillery, or slow miserable suffering via nerve agent. Nope, that me died the same way a caterpillar ‘dies’. His ghost still roams certain sections of my mind, but his influence is much much reduced. Since that time, I have had explored my world as much as possible given what opportunities I could grab. I have been accused of fabricating stories at times by people that don’t really know me. All I can say to those people is “believe or don’t, I have my proof in my knowledge and memories”. (I have more than a few mementos as well, but that is another matter)
I think that most people that suffer the above infliction of being stuck in life as they are, have only one real issue: not knowing where to begin. It is one thing that is not taught to us because it goes against the status quo’s agenda. ‘They’ expect and demand that people go by that agenda. ‘Go along to get along’ kinda thing. And that really makes for a lot of lost souls in this world.
I am well on my road of grabbing life for all I can get out of it. It isn’t a monetary quest or materialist rush that drives me. My drive is knowledge and experience. Others will find different drives such as metaphysical quests, or artistic endeavors, but the end result is the same; an enlightened and content person. I really wish more people could say the same. Sometimes, ‘where to begin?’ is the hardest question to find an answer for.

sometimes at night
I see their faces
I feel the traces they’ve left on my soul
Those are the memories
That make me a wealthy soul.

travelin man-Bob Seger
Further thoughts on this subject from a better voice than I.

Sellin the drama

Wishin’ I could sell this one, alas,,,,,

Just ta let y’all know, some jackknob fool blasted his derelict drama into my and my da’s life this past weekend, and while we attempt to clear the air of his putrid existance, posting will be light. Not that it really matters much, as it is that period of the year were readership becomes minimal anyway.
So PM’s out to those that need ‘em. Snake, still working on that mail to ya , plz b patient.
Rusty, ain’t heard from ya recently, heres hopin all is well.

Nope, still nuthin’.

Sorry for lack of posts, jes not a whole lot to say right now. Spud is still in recovery. K, Soffitrat’s wife is under going chemo then a round of rad therapy for breast cancer, so if’n yah can, send a prayer or well wishes as appropriate.
Myself, same ol’ same ol’. Typical questionable drama at work, not knowing if we are holding water or ready to go under in this economy (despite the fact that people are still dying to get into our products,,,). The sawmill is still in “work in progress” status but coming along. R&D is much easier when money isn’t a deciding variable, LOL. All in all, the project is still on the success road. Cost is still under $300 and the goal was to keep it under $500 so I still have some wiggle room if need be. I have another project in the works as well for a foot powered grinder. Found with the machining of pieces for the saw, I have a real need for a water cooled grinder that is not reliant on AC power. (Never have been comfortable mixing iron laden water with house current. Gee, I wonder why? ;-p ) Yup, HSS bits really hate getting heated up during refacing and I have quite few that need attention. This is one project where I already have all I need, I just need t put it all together.
And all of this while watching the world burn. LOL. We certainly do live in interesting times, no?
More when I actually have something to share or raise Kane about.

Flubber and bumbled tinkerin’

Ya gotta love when it all comes together, just to go flyin’part again. Long story short, the recent evolution in the saw mill did not make the survival of the fittest requirement.


BUT, the saw did function well enough to see that the foundation is solid enough. A couple-a-changes in order and then all should be hunky-dory towards when all the logs are in place. The cherrywood I am running testing on has other purposes already in store for it but is tough enough to stress the system in testing. Have a gander of it.

Slowly but surely, this whole project is moving forward. Have been gathering up the stone for the foundation while out walkin the Voo n Jack. They keep me honest about doin so by not allowing me to slack off just because I am beat from work. (They are both slave drivers, I swear!). I should rig up a harness and strap Voo to the cart but I think there would be a quick end to that idea, and not one in my favor.

Anywhoos, the world continues its slow smolder into WWIII and the Islamic world has yet another anniversary to ‘celebrate’ on our doorstep so who knows what the big picture will look like next week. Just keep on preppin however you can and we will get through this, I hope, maybe, God willin.


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