This is my purpose

Ever ask yourself what your purpose is? This journey, it is why I exist. As far as I can tell. It hasn’t always been, but it is now.

Power bike report: I finished putting the little gas motor on the smaller bike yesterday and tested it. It works well on a smaller tire, a bit faster on the flat and a bit slower on hills. Today I’m riding it to the peace rally, and then taking it off for my next experiments on my old three wheel recumbent.

Segway’s are interesting technology but the intended market can’t afford them. And in a few years there will be all those nasty batteries to replace, recycle and deal with. I think they are just a passing fad for folks and geeks with more money than sense of what to do with it. And those that do own them don’t seem to use them much. Lower income folks need cheap simple transportation.

Dawn….. You think I have intriguing thoughts? As I’ve stated before, I’m not sure I’ve ever had an original thought in my life. The things I say about what God is, in fact pretty old and has been around for a long time. Longer than Christianity and Islam beliefs, it just keeps getting buried under their stupid rhetoric.

Surely, A God would not have created such a being as man, with an ability to grasp the infinite, to exist only for a day! No, no, man was made for immortality. To be the omnipresent living spirit on this planet.

Teri…… There are still some gentlemen around, and women also, its just that there seems to be a shortage of them. Pat the ‘babies’ for me? *snickers*

Mark Twain was basically an atheist, making him an underachiever, yet he spent a fair amount of time trying to figure out what God is, but his feeble mind couldn’t or wouldn’t accept that we are God in evolution. It appears that most folks don’t want that responsibility. They want some perfect bogeyman God in the sky thing to worship it seems. So I guess they like to worship a sadistic idiot.

If you are interested in reading some of what he wrote check this link. But it’s pretty much a waste of time to do that because that is the past and we are at today. Time stands still for no one.
Shit that Twain wrote

LIMA (AFP) - Jody Williams and five other female Nobel prize laureates on Tuesday urged civilians to press for the elimination of cluster bombs, which cripple children and others long after the fighting has stopped.

WTF? …… Nobel prize laureates should be urging ending wars period, all bombs kill innocent people. Not trying to decide what kind of bombs should and should be used. Like I keep saying, I’m surrounded by fucking idiots. George Bush should be made to fight his own wars, alone.

I didn’t do much yesterday other than get the bike together and test it a few times, put Rick’s blast cabinet back together and took a few naps. I think I will take it easy today also, other than going to the peace rally and cutting up a few pallets for firewood for Helen. I sure will be glad when that big stack of pallets is gone. I can start getting this chaos more organized.

"Paris Hilton has been spotted carrying a Bible around. A lot of people think she’s only trying to improve her image. Paris denied this and said, "I’m very religious. In fact, I scream out ‘Oh God’ more than anyone." - Conan O'Brien

Empty headed idiots like her needs a God like that. Someone to forgive her for all the stupid things she does. But the earth Gods are tossing her in jail for a while anyway. He, he, he.

Hey, have a great day, hugs… BBC

So

So……… Have I mentioned that I’m a frigging idiot? Yes I have.

First, I’m going camping for a day or two, sometime next month, maybe around my birthday. Only it is on a Saturday this year so I will go in the middle of the week when there isn’t so many other campers out. There is a free campground near here on the Lyle River and I need a night sleeping next to a babbling river. The camper won’t be ready but I have a new tent that I bought just in case of a natural disaster and the off chance that I would need some temporary shelter. I’ve better figure out where the leak is in that air mattress, I don’t do sleeping on the ground anymore.

Dawn, yes, there are plenty of screwy men also. Macho assholes even, I think I used to be one. Hell, I may still be one. LOL… This whole frigging world is bat shit crazy.

You said in a comment, I agree to a point with you but I am allowed to my own opinions, they might not be exactly the same as yours. I think thats what makes this world go round. I still think there may be an alternate universe other than ours.

Yes, everyone wants the right to think as they wish. But in order for there to be peace on this planet there needs to be a common collective agreement on just what God is, and I keep telling others that we are the living spirit of this planet. There is no bogeyman in the sky God out there, and if there was I would hate the sadistic son of a bitch. It’s a God that dresses its monkeys in uniforms of different nationalities and has them fight and kill each other, and parts of itself. The fucking idiot. It allows its women to remain silent instead of taking baseball bats in hand and telling their men that they can’t do that anymore and must stay home and take care of what they are supposed to be taking care of. Rise above it all.

Yes, there is an alternate universe, I’ve written about that before, but it’s your universe so no one else can tell you what it is because it is in your mind only. But you think about it everyday and want it to be that way here. Don’t you?

Aquila ka Hecate said... Hi BBC, God may be a scientist, but Goddess is a mathematician. I dunno-is that the same as idiot?

Well hon, the energies that create all could care less about the math that humans use to try to prove or disprove things with. Really, math is a human invention, why would the cosmos give a hoot about it? Can’t prove everything with math anyway, it’s just a way humans try with their feeble minds. Like I’ve said in past posts, the energies that create all that is are sexual energies, some scientists are even starting to say that in a round about way. Protons, quarks and quirks are just names scientists have given those sexual energies and they struggle to understand it all. Goddess is bad at math, an idiot, all she cares about is addition and multiplying.

Mitch said...Life is one big paradox - nobody gets what they deserve.

I would like to know what you think you deserve hon. You seem to have more than many others, are you not happy with that?

Let’s get back to my being an idiot. I’m on a spiritual journey, I’m sure that I’ve become too complex for 99.9 percent of the women on this planet to understand me and love me in spite of it and have a close relationship with me, other than Helen that is. She knows me and gets me and my journey. I simply think at levels above others in some ways. The first of the week I spoke about talking to the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society at the peace rally on Saturday, believe me, this chick has some loose transistors. She has a fear of men for one thing and is very hard to get close to, I don’t know why, I just know that she does because I’m a very observant person.

We spoke about doing something together so after a few days I called her (two times) but just got an answering machine. Well, it turns out that she has a new phone number and didn’t get the messages but yesterday she got to talk to my answering machine, so I called her back and we are going for a bike ride on Monday. She hasn’t got a bike but I have bikes so it’s no big deal. We will meet at the Morse Creek parking lot and bike the Olympic trail to the beach.

How will this work out? My best guess is that I will loosen a few more of her transistors. LOL…. She cares about things I don’t anymore, like fancy homes and such. Oh well, it will be another experience and something to write about.

Yesterday was a beautiful day, while fixing Helen’s breakfast I decided to take mine to her home and eat with her. Then I went to Rick’s shop and painted the inside of the bead blast cabinet white, it sure improves the view in there, today I will do some touch up and put it back together. I will also mow Rick’s and Helen’s lawns, umm, weeds. Yesterday I also sprayed the back wall of the shop with an industrial sealer and can now install a layer of fiberglass over it and get it painted. Then I will install some windows. And I worked on the next power bike project some.

Appetite for big houses is growing…. WASHINGTON - McMansions are sprouting in the suburbs of Washington and Atlanta, in southern Connecticut and out West in Utah as an appetite for bigger homes just keeps on growing.

Big homes full of lonely unhappy people. What a sick country (world) this is. Shoot a real estate salesman today, this isn’t what you humans need, the happiest people I know have small homes.

Anyone that thinks their lives are preplanned or predestined is a fool. Each day is a gift and any random event could end it so make the best of the day, hopefully in peace where the monkeys aren’t warring.

Some humor, with some wisdom in it.

I pulled into a parking space at the supermarket while a woman across from me was finishing loading her car. I watched her move her cart out of her way and back her big Cadillac out of the space. The wind was literally blowing at 40 mph, and I thought to myself, "Dumb bitch didn't put her cart away." The cart immediately began flying across the parking lot and smashed into a nice, clean minivan. It bounced off that and scrapped the entire passenger side of a beautiful, new yellow Charger until it hit the rear view mirror and knocked it loose.

"All because of that cunt," escaped my lips before my better angels stopped me and tried to convince me that it was an innocent mistake. "No," I told my angels, "that bitch should have known better. I mean the wind is blowing so hard I can hardly open my door." One angel looked at the other and said, "You know, he's right. That twat just caused a whole bunch of needless trouble."

Have a great day, hugs. BBC

Have a happy Thursday

Donald Duck and Daisy Duck were spending the night together in a hotel room and Donald wanted to have sex with Daisy. The first thing Daisy asked was, "Do you have a condom?" Donald frowned and said, "No." Daisy told Donald that if he didn't get a condom, that they could not have sex. "Maybe they sell them at the front desk," she suggested. So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms. "Yes, we do," the clerk said and pulled one out from under the counter and gave it to Donald. The clerk asked, "Would you like me to put that on your bill? "No!" Donald quacked, "What kind of a pervert do you think I am?"

I stopped at Beer Church for a bit last evening, it’s depressing to know that three couples I know have separated recently. I swear, women are just never happy anymore, and end up being alone and still not happy. They need to learn to stop wanting, needing and expecting so much, more stuff isn’t going to make them happy. I don’t know what they want, I don’t think they know what they want, women are just never happy anymore. Ann was playing music on the jukebox and we danced a few times. When I left she said that we should go dancing at the Eagles some evening. I said, “Maybe, I try to avoid ladies, but sometimes I weaken.” Then I said, “I love you ladies but I’m still going home.” They laughed and said they love me also as I headed for the door. Really, I love women, but I got tired of them always hurting and dumping me, or just being a part of their dramas and games. Hell, a lot of them won’t even hold hands, they are so messed up. They just make me unhappy so I try to avoid getting too close to them, more about that tomorrow.

I didn’t get much done here yesterday, it was payday so I got some money at the bank and paid a bill while the laundry was washing. Cut up a few pallets, did a little shopping, and that was about it. I think I will go to the beach for a while this morning, watch the sun come up. Then I’m going to Rick’s shop to paint the inside of the bead blast cabinet white, hopefully it will be easier to see in there with the light from the puny light in there reflecting better.

Dawn, it would be hard to go back and read my old posts, that would take a lot of time and there is a lot of side trips, nonsense, and clutter in them, it’s a strange journey. A journey of a complex man willing to show others all that is in his mind, and some of it is spooky to lessor minds. But you might find these old posts interesting.
The Spiritual Park
The trail to the hot springs
New Plate
No Sunday sermons
Port Townsend
God loves Tim


Anyway, have a great Thursday, hugs…. BBC

Dawn said

Actually, some of my reply to Dawn and what others have said is on my other blog that heavy thinkers like to read and deal with. My other blog

All I have to say to Dawn here is that if she is just coming here hoping to find some good humor she won’t always find it. I try to include it as I can but these blogs are not really about humor, they are about our journey to understanding our higher selves. We need humor to deal with things on this planet but aware people understand that it is just a Band-Aid and doesn’t fix anything. Along with the humor we also need to be fixing things in other more serious ways.

Sarah and Dick were having dinner with a couple they'd not seen for several years. Each couple tried to recapture knowledge of the other by recounting their histories. "And soon after we were married," Sarah began, "we were blessed with a marvelous, chubby creature with cute bow legs and no teeth." "You had a baby, I presume," said the other husband. "Nope," Dick broke in, "Sarah's mother came to live with us."

I got a wild hair up my butt to mount the cute little gas motor on a bike with 24 inch wheels, just to compare against the 26 inch wheel I have it on. I also have other experiments for it, so the power bikes project will continue to be a journey.

I’ve gotten a wild hair up my butt to also build a 320 square foot storage unit this summer, part of my plan to get this chaos cleaned up and better organized.

When I was working to improve the back wall of the shop, it needs quite a bit of work, I got a wild hair up my butt to install some windows to get more light in the shop as it hasn’t got a single window in it and I have some already. Boy, I get more wild hairs up my butt. Whoever built that part of this building was a complete idiot, or maybe an incomplete one, but an idiot for sure. It was just all scabbed together using whatever materials they could find I guess. And they damn sure wasn’t carpenters.

Anyway, that area between the end of the shop and the east property line fence had a seven foot fence across it about ten feet away from the neighbors garage on my north side, leaving a hole there that was un-usable by either of us, a sort of dead zone. I suppose they had to put the fence there when this place was a recycling business. I removed the fence the other day, and will put it back up when I’m done with the shop wall, but I’m putting it closer to their garage so I have more usable space. And I’m putting a gate in the fence so I can access that hole if I want or need to.

Let me explain, there is no ally on this block, the third of this building that is the shop is wider than the rest of it and is at the property line, in effect its north wall is my neighbors fence. Their garage starts at the corner of my shop, they are just a few inches from touching at the corners. The back of it covers half of my property and half of my neighbor to the east.

They painted three sides of their garage a few years ago but didn’t paint the back of it, it’s pretty hard to get to. So the other day I offered to paint ‘my half’ of it while I’m improving things back there so they got me some paint. Pretty good deal for them as I did it for nothing. I also painted over as far as I could reach over the fence. Okay, the neighbors garage to the east is also in this corner so I got on its roof and painted the higher side. Now all they have to do is paint the lower side.

As I work there are wasps trying to build nests back there, and I keep chasing them away. When I get tired of doing that I bring out a spray can of carb cleaner and blow them away. I try to respect all life here, at least it’s right to a chance to survive here for its lifetime. But not all life forms can be in my space, and surely not in my face.

I’m positive that Mother Nature/Goddess is an idiot and does a lot of experimenting, not all things here are important to the survival and operation of life in human form on this planet. Many things and critters of course are, in time scientists will figure out what is and isn’t needed. As I’ve said before, God is a scientist.

Paul, it ticks me off that in this state they charge sales tax on beer, such a basic food item. I just know that someone, maybe many someone’s are having one for breakfast, or pouring it over their Corn Flakes. That reminds me, I think I’ll go piss in someone’s Cheerio’s today, figuratively speaking. Tell them they are an idiot for not believing that we in fact are God in evolution. LOL

I got a lot done yesterday, in the evening I sat out and had a fireside chat with the cosmos because it beats talking to all the monkeys. Anyone that doesn’t agree with me that we are God in evolution gets called an idiot sooner or later, God has spoken. It was a great day, life is grand if you don’t weaken.

And it’s Wednesday again already, dollar day at the laundromat and wash day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. Hey, have a great day God (you), hugs… BBC

Five years?

Two old guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on their usual park bench one morning. The 87 year old had just finished his morning jog and wasn't even short of breath. The 80 year old was amazed at his friend's stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy. The 87 year old said; "well I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you'll have great stamina with the ladies."
So, on the way home, the 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around,, the lady asked if he needed any help. He said, "Do you have any Italian bread?" She said, "Yes, there's a whole shelf of it, would you like some?"
He said, "I want 5 loaves."
She said , "My goodness, 5 loaves...it'll get hard."
He replied, "Does everybody in the world know about this Italian bread but ME?

It is being said in some circles that mankind only has five years left. That wouldn’t surprise me at all, but I’ll record it with interest until my spirit is just a bug again. And this invites a post on my other blog.
My other blog

You peoples are just going to keep driving yourselves more and more crazy until you accept that you are God/Goddess, the living spirit of the planet in evolution. Hey, if you want a Godless world, and you don’t want to be a part of God, fine, here it is, look out your window. What do you think of it? If mankind doesn't evolve into being God spiritually he is doomed. Well, there is the christian and muslim Gods, but look at all the problems that has caused.

Yesterday I went for an early bike ride on the Olympic trail, it was nice to be able to start the motor on the bike up to use it to climb the hill on the way home. Then spent the rest of the morning cutting up pallets. In the afternoon I went out to Granny’s to return his paint pot, Helen, rode along, Terry treated us to lunch.

Engineering classes at the University of Maryland are tough, and struggling students sometimes go to extremes in order to pass. Grading exams one semester, I got to this question: "What is the relationship between kinetic and potential energy?"

One student, obviously stumped, decided to get clever and wrote, "As far as I know, they're just friends, but there could be something else going on there."

I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.

I’m going for a bike ride, away and alone, it has something to do with my utter disgust for my fellow human beings.

Have a good day, hugs…. BBC

It mocks me

That is a picture of my apple tree, I’ve cut it way back a couple of times but it just mocks me and keeps getting huge.






Yellow butterflies
Over the blossoming virgin corn,
With pollen-painted faces
Chase one another in brilliant love.

A porch with a rocker or two is a friendly and welcoming place. But more than that, a rocking chair invites us to slow down, relax, and enjoy life. Rock on! I don’t have a rocker, but I have a double recliner out there.

TREES by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
(Well, only nature can make a tree)

CRAWFORD, Texas - A relaxed President Bush welcomed NATO's top diplomat to his ranch Sunday for talks to be dominated by the surging violence in Afghanistan. Bush and first lady Laura Bush greeted Secretary-General Jaap de Hoop Scheffer and his wife, Jeannine, in late afternoon sunshine after the guests arrived by helicopter. "A little slice of heaven," Bush said of his 1,600-acre getaway from Washington.

That fuck head has way more than he deserves, and has caused way too many problems. When he dies all he gets is the devils dick to suck on.

Defense Secretary Robert Gates and Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice were among the dignitaries joining them.

These people are not dignitaries, they are fucking monkeys fucking everything up. Christian monkeys, stupid fucking christians, God doesn’t like any of them.

Random events produce random consequences, some of them bad. So the more you avoid events, the less randomness you expose yourself to, reduces your chances of bad things happening to you.

I just heard that gas prices in Chicago are the highest in the nation, I suppose that puts a crimp on those folks some. I still support even higher prices though to encourage people from driving less. As if they will, everyone adjusts, the destruction goes on.

Happy paths, hugs…. BBC

Much better

I’ll tell about the bike at the bottom of this post…. But first.

Jesse Jackson got out of the shower and was drying off when he looked in the mirror and noticed he was white from the neck up to the top of his head. In sheer panic and fearing he really was turning white and might have to start working for a living, he called his doctor and told him of his problem. The doctor
advised him to come to his office immediately. After an examination, the doctor mixed a concoction of brown liquid, gave it to Jesse, and told him to drink it all. Jesse did and replied, "That tasted like bull shit!" The doctor replied, "It was, Jesse. You were a quart low."

This Memorial Day, the religious right will launch one of the most outrageous campaigns to date in their war on science: the $27 million “Creation Museum” in Petersburg, Kentucky.

The “Museum,” which was built by the religious right organization Answers in Genesis (AiG), is dedicated to the falsehood that the Earth is only 6,000 years old, claims that humans and dinosaurs coexisted a few thousand years ago, and has but one goal: to institutionalize the lie that science supports these fairytales.

Click here to sign our petition opposing the “Creation Museum” and demand that AiG cease its campaign to confuse our children and undermine scientific understanding.
Sign the petition here

Linda Burnett, 23, a resident of San Diego, was visiting her in-laws and while there went to a nearby supermarket to pick up some groceries. Several people noticed her sitting in her car with the windows
rolled up and with her eyes closed, with both hands behind the back of her head. One customer who had been at the store for a while became concerned and walked over to the car. He noticed that Linda's eyes were now open, and she looked very strange. He asked her if she was okay, and Linda replied that she'd been shot in the back of the head, and had been holding her brains in for over an hour.

The man called the paramedics, who broke into the car because the doors were locked and Linda refused to remove her hands from her head. When they finally got in, they found that Linda had a wad of bread dough on the back of her head. A Pillsbury biscuit canister had exploded from the heat, making a loud
noise that sounded like a gunshot, and the wad of dough hit her in the back of her head. When she reached back to find out what it was, she felt the dough and thought it was her brains. She initially passed out, but
quickly recovered and tried to hold her brains in for over an hour until someone noticed and came to her aid.

Linda is a blonde and a Christian Republican, but that could be irrelevant.

A lady that lives in town sent me an email asking if I had been to the Esprit convention going on downtown, I seldom go downtown except to have a meal at the Cornerhouse Café sometimes. That’s the cross dressers, mostly men dressing up like women, and they have a convention here every year. No, I didn’t go, it’s just a bunch of monkeys screwing around. I don’t care if they do that, it doesn’t offend me, I’m just not interested enough to go join in their monkeying around.

At the peace rally yesterday the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society showed up, she is back from her winter job in California and we talked for a while. Actually, I like her but the relationship we tried to put together last year was confusing to both of us. I’ve gotten very complex so I understand that, and now she does. I’ve demoted her too vice president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society as I know another lady that is even more screwed up than she is, so I’ve promoted her to president. Anyway, we may get together for a walk on the trail next week.

So as I said yesterday, I mounted the cute little gas motor on an eighteen speed bike and yesterday I gave it a pretty good test of about ten miles, it works much better than the first bike that I mounted on the front wheel. I mounted my handheld GPS unit on it to use as a speedometer and it ticks along on the flat at 15 MPH and goes up most hills at about ten MPH and I expect to get around a hundred miles out of a gallon of gas. I’m pleased with the mount I made so I will remove it and sandblast and paint it. Maybe, but then I may decide to try something else, I’m interested in rigging up a three speed hub to get higher speeds even though 15 MPH is maybe fast enough on a bike.

It got plenty of interest at the peace rally and other folks would like to have one like it so I may make some more of them. A few folks suggested patenting it but as a sometimes inventor I’ve had experience with that process and find it to be pain in the butt. Motorized bikes have been around for ages so I doubt that a person could get a patent on something so simple anyway. Besides, I’m not out to make money, just make the world a better place. I don’t care who copies the design and makes their own, or hundreds of them.

Hey, have a great day, hugs….. BBC

Sometimes they are useful

It seems that at times heavy women are useful, if you need to counterbalance something. Hey, it’s just humor in case any heavy women read this, so don’t get your hooters all bunched up. Get a cross your heart bra, or keep them bunched up, I like cleavage anyway. :-)

Dawn, As for memories, ever have blue light sex? You know, when you are having slow good sex and it feels so good that you are surrounded by a beautiful light? I experienced that once with my wife, only once though. I didn’t tell her about it though, she would have flipped because I was having more fun than she was as she didn’t much enjoy sex.

Hey !! Guess what? I got the cute little 35 CC motor mounted on the back of the bike I was given yesterday and took it for a little test spin. It works great, I’ll ride it to the peace rally today. I’ll post a picture of it tomorrow.

Sewmouse celebrated two years of blogging yesterday. We have been blogging buddies for a while now and she still likes me, but she won’t marry me. LOL

Guinness Book Of World Records
Sleeping Beauty, Tom Thumb, and Quasimodo were all talking one day. Sleeping Beauty said, "I believe myself to be the most beautiful girl in the world."

Tom Thumb said, "I must be the smallest person in the world." Quasimodo said, "I absolutely have to be the most tacky, rude, crude, gross & disgusting person in the world." So they all decided to go to the Guinness Book of World Records to have their claims verified.

Sleeping Beauty went in first and came out looking deliriously happy. "It's
official; I AM the most beautiful girl in the world." Tom Thumb went next and emerged triumphant, "I am now officially the smallest person in the world."

Sometime later, Quasimodo comes out looking utterly confused and says, "Who the hell is Rosie O'Donnell? "

Children are natural mimics - they act like us in spite of all our attempts to teach them good manners.

Have a great day, hugs. .. BBC

Good morning you crazy monkeys

A lilac bush next door is peeking over the top of my eight foot fence, pretty aren’t they? Beautiful, it was a beautiful day yesterday, I went for an early walk and at nine Helen asked me to take her downtown so that she could turn in some papers and do an interview at DSHS to keep her medical program going so being as I was half way there I went on out to the spit to kill an hour until returning to pick her up. I don’t know why they put her through that every six months, she is 84, nothing in her life is going to change.

Hey !! I was given yet another free bike, an eighteen speed, it’s a good one, all I had to do it was oil a few things. I’m going to mount my cute little 35 CC motor on the back wheel. Women should love a bike like that, it will give them great fuel mileage and that cute little motor is a hard working little vibrator. *giggles*

Last Saturday a lady needed a little money so I accepted a postdated check from her. But I’ve decided not to cash it and make it a Mothers day gift instead, she is one of the vice presidents of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society that is always yapping about how independent they are, but lives above her income and they need help once in a while.

I went to Rick’s for a few beers and some bullshitting last evening, he has a new sandblasting cabinet that wasn’t working so I helped him get it working. Today I will go over and clean some parts for him. I got all the shingles off the back of the shop yesterday also.

You know, no one here has any God given powers, and you should be thankful for that because they would abuse them anyway. Even me, because I would kill half of the monkeys here so that I could have a peaceful planet again being as they are just a bunch of monkeys screwing around and screwing it up.

I’ve pissed off yet another blogger by questioning them and how they live, ha, ha, ha. It’s okay it’s just another monkey screwing around screwing up our planet. Life is grand isn’t it? It looks like it is going to be another beautiful day here, don’t forget to take time to enjoy the flowers. Hugs.…BBC

I am a frigging failure

The other day when I was at the beach I found a fair size clamshell and an interesting piece of driftwood, I think they go well together in my collection. That continues to grow, I need to make a shelf or some area to set it all up in.

TREES
Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The birch says he cannot tell. Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling. The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?" The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."

Now wipe that smile off your face. And pass it on!!

Ten years ago I uprooted my life and went off to be a bum, how can I be so bad at it? How did I get all this stuff? I’m a damn failure as a bum, brother. I predict some coming problems in America, many that have high paying jobs will be losing them and having to adjust to simpler lifestyles than they have gotten used to, I hope that they have prepared for such. Ever read “The Peter Principle”? Good book.

I found Kirsten’s book and started reading it again, talk about a lot of bad fiction. I guess my cosmic buddies just take better care of me than Kirsten’s, but they are all as bat shit crazy as she is anyway being as they have her living in a slum in Cairo. Oh hell, now she is going to say more nasty things about me on her blog. She has special God given powers according to her. She is so going to get me, blah, blah, blah, and ha, ha, ha. God is rolling on the floor laughing his ass off. *giggles* Here kitty, kitty, kitty. *cracking me up* You just know that she is the president of the local chapter of the Insane Chicks Society in Cairo, Egypt. Some of her transistors got wired wrong when she was forming. Not that she will ever admit that. Ever see the movie “Living Out Loud”? Good movie, it’s how I often live.

In case you missed it, Mitch left a comment yesterday. “Wild women are like hurricanes - they start off all wet and wild; then they take away your house and your car, (old joke, groan)” …. Funny, and a lot of them are hard to recognize. And even if they don’t take the house and car they are still a pain to deal with.

The back of my shop has some cedar shingles on it, but not all of it, I’m removing them and they can be kindling.

It was supposed to rain yesterday, but it was a decent day all in all and I got quite a bit done around here. I would like to say that I have all of the last two loads of the firewood Helen got all chopped up. But I don’t as I have so many projects going right now, but I keep chipping away at it, I have over a months worth of it chopped, so she has about four months of chopped wood on hand now. And about a months worth of wood from pallets that I’ve sawed up.

Hey, lots to do today, gotta go, I’ll try to visit a few blogs this evening, have a great day, hugs… BBC

Feral females

So this attractive blonde, with nice hooters, decides that we should be getting it on. Ha, ha, ha. If there is one thing I’ve learned it is that you can’t keep doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. She doesn’t understand why I won’t go there but I refuse to get involved in the drama that is her life just for some temporary sex. Yeah, I think about sex, and I like to talk about it, I even tease and flirt with a few women online. But when it gets real I need it real for me. And that means what I think will be a stable long-term relationship. Otherwise all we are doing is messing with each others feelings and these feral females are not worth all they put you through. They say they are looking for love, but they have really sick ideas about what it is and what their responsibilities in it all is.

I tried to explain to her that I’m on a spiritual journey (I’m sure that she has never seen my blog) that she wouldn’t understand and she starts carrying on about how she believes in God, the biblical God, and blah, blah, blah, and I asked her if she would recognize God if he patted her on the butt and she looks at me like I’m fucking crazy. Well, one of us Goddamn sure is, but I have a good life other than no mate, and her life is a shipwreck. These frigging Christian women, they frigging drive me nuts, they are so screwed up. No Goddess, no sex for me, God finds it to be a real pain in the ass to be living with a bunch of monkeys. I’m sure that Goddess does also, if she is still around in human form.

Dan, feral cats and feral females vary a lot, and it varies on how you accept and deal with them. I choose to try to avoid them, close relationships anyway. Hey, why are you messing around looking for wild women anyway? As I recall, you are married. Okay, I’ll stop talking about women for a while.

I didn’t find the kittens yesterday, they could be hidden many places in this mess. They’ll start showing up someday and I will deal with it all then. There is a seven-foot area between the end of my shop and the eight-foot tall property line fence. I cleaned the mess out of there so I can make the back wall of the shop better, more weather tight as it was just a roughed in storage area in the beginning. I’m coming up with quite a few projects to get done this summer.

Damn, it was so nice yesterday that I ate breakfast outside. And took my shirts off for a while as I worked in the yard so I could soak up some of the first good warm sun this year. I sure am fond of the sun. A lot of the monkeys on this planet think I made it, ha, ha, ha. Stupid monkeys, Goddess made it you idiots, my only contribution was some cosmic sperm. How long is it going to take you monkeys to understand that all things created is the result of sexual energies at a cosmic level? And don’t argue with me that they are thinking energies, how much thinking did you do when you where horney? Dumb ass monkeys, he, he, he. It’s supposed to rain today but it doesn’t look like it is going to.

Boy, it’s laundry day at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse again already. Hey, have a great day, hugs…. BBC

Sewmouse says

Cute cartoon, but why would anyone expect a God to operate that way? Treat them as if they are special. I don’t think money buys love, except in sick ways because women see it as a sort of security, when in truth there is no security, no guarantees on this planet. I sure wouldn’t want a woman like that. But a million bucks would buy a lot of sex.

Gaaaaaa !! Long time readers, if I still have any, know that last year I became mommy to five wild kittens when their mother got hurt. I managed to befriend four of them and had them fixed, but never could get that close to the fifth one. It turns out that it is a female and yesterday I discovered four baby kittens in my shop behind the paint storage cabinet. They are pretty young as their eyes are still closed and the imbecile cords are still attached.

I got them out and put them in the pet carrier, leaving the top open, hoping that mommy cat would leave them there, nope, she moved them right away. So this cat is a feral cat, like about half of the female monkeys on this planet these days (He, he, he). Independent even though she would wonder where God was if I stopped feeding her.

So today I have to deal with locating them and figuring out how to trap the mother so I can get them to Friends of Animals so they can be properly taken care of until they can be fixed and found proper homes. One thing I don’t need here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse is more pussy’s. Too many pussy’s is a pain in the butt.

Sewmouse says…..”I learned a long time ago that no good deed EVER goes unpunished.”

I seems like it at times but I just can’t agree with that because I believe in a kind of cosmic karma, not the Hindu belief, but that what goes around comes around. Sure, a lot of folks will use you, especially offspring. But it all comes out in the wash so to speak. Helping others that have used me just ended up hurting them in the long run, and the things I’ve done I’ve been rewarded for in other ways. My whole world and belief system depends on this and it works very well for me. I could write a couple of chapters trying to better explain that, but will just leave it at this for now.

BTY, Sewmouse… Don’t get too worked up because your daughter thinks you were a piece of shit mother. You can’t allow her to blame you for her adult life. No one can make you feel bad unless you allow them to.

That free dryer I was given, I tore it apart yesterday, the lady that owned it wears padded underwire bra’s. *giggles*

Helen had a short wire fence around part of her home where she had flower beds. But she stopped taking care of them years ago and put down scraps of lumber and garbage can lids to try to control the grass. It was a pain to deal with so yesterday I removed it and cleaned the area up so that I can just run a lawnmower over it. Then I fetched Rick’s riding mower and mowed hers, mine, and his yards.

I went to Hooker road (I love that name) and picked up five free bikes yesterday. I’ll fix them up for the hookers. *snickers* I’ll use them for inventing.

I get up in the morning and look at the news and I just have to accept that all these monkeys killing each other is just a weird and sick form of population control.

What do you suppose your last words might be? I’m kind of fond of “Go ahead you idiot, pull the trigger”. *chuckles*

That could come about in a number of different ways, including me being the one that pulls it if I’m really sick and ready to move on.

Have a great day, hugs….. BBC

So yesterday

For the lady dog lovers……How do you get a dog to stop humping your leg? Pick it up and suck its dick. Yuk, yuk, yuk. Well hey, I laughed my ass off when I read that.

There was a farmer who had a brown cow and a white cow and he wanted to breed them, so he hired his neighbor's bull and turned it loose in the pasture. He told his son to watch and come in and tell him when the bull was finished.

After a while the boy came into the living room where his father was talking with some friends. "Hey, Dad?" said the boy. "The bull just fucked the brown cow."

The room went silent. The father excused himself and took his son outside. "Son, you mustn't use language like that in front of company. You could say 'The bull surprised the brown cow'. Now go and watch and tell me when the bull surprises the white cow."

After a while the boy came in and said, "Hey, Dad?" "Let me guess," said the father, "the bull surprised the white cow?"

"He sure did, Pop! He fucked the brown cow again." …. Yuk, yuk, yuk, God and Goddess loves these kind of jokes.

I am many voices, not just one. So anytime you tell someone that they are an idiot for supporting a stupid war, or you even think it without saying it, that is the voice of God/Goddess. Think about it, and speak up to the idiots.

Helen is a lot like me, so yesterday, Helen, being as she is one of the coolest women on this planet, doesn’t get worked up about holidays like Mothers Day, Christmas, Easter, her birthday, and all that stuff. She has avoided most of her family through the years and her only son died a few years ago and she handled it very well as he was pretty much of an idiot anyway. But she wanted to treat me to breakfast at the Cornerhouse restaurant on Mothers Day so we went there and I had a nice Denver omelet. I offered to pay for the meals but Helen doesn’t think that way. She thinks talking me into going out for a meal that she pays for is small payment for the things I do for her. She has also paid for some of the materials I’ve gotten for the camp trailer.

She lives on just a little social security and she hasn’t got to do things like that as I don’t need her too but she has no wants and needs other than once in a while she gets a perm and has her hair done once a month. Shucks, she hasn’t even bought any clothes in the eight or nine years I’ve known her. It just makes her feel good to buy me something once in a while so I let her. It’s good to have a friend and neighbor as great as Helen. Last evening I went over to her home for a few hours and we listened to old time music on the radio for a while.

Spay and neuter almost everyone, the worlds leaders should be pushing this and getting populations under control. We don’t need more idiots like us on this planet. More idiots just create more problems and wars. Fucking monkeys, got smart enough to figure out how to extend their lives and fix themselves and save themselves so nature can’t control their numbers as well anymore.

You might be aware if you see that God is a spiritual consciousness only. "Any idiot could understand that" - Albert Einstein…. Sorry Albert, not all the idiots on this planet, they have been taught too many confusing things.

Hi Florida….. It was cloudy with a breeze here yesterday and seemed cool all day. It is my perception that the foolish monkeys have over populated Florida and nature needs a lot of that area to keep this a living planet so will work hard at reclaiming it. If you folks had any sense you would at least move away from the coastal areas and let nature have them back, but I’m not assuming you have any sense. Except for port facilities and hikers there should be nothing on the coasts.

Nancy is through with dating men? On behalf of all the men on this planet, I want to thank her for that.

Sarah, I don’t know if my kids only complained to me, maybe, but I got tired of hearing it because if they wanted advice they didn’t take it after it was given. The thing about kids though, at least in America, is that they keep hoping you will bail them out by helping them with money. Why should you after they have grown up? It’s their decisions, it’s their problem to fix, or they never really grow up.

Spirituality is finding a purpose for being here. Lets see, walk or bike, I think I will go for a walk today. Have a great day… Hugs… BBC

Brother

I went to Beer Church for a bit last night as Rod and Char are there on Saturday evenings and I enjoy them and I need to get out some, my friends in Beer Church aren’t the brightest light posts in town but I still enjoy them. And this younger woman that is a Bush supporter came in, a common rule is to not talk about politics and religion in bars but they do come up at times. Chars son is in the Navy and in Iraq so we where talking about that and what an idiot asshole Bush is and she came over and started loudly arguing with us and it was quickly becoming heated.

I have short shift with people that support wars and after a few minutes I told her to shut up and change the subject and she asked why. And I loudly said “Because I’m older, have seen more, and am more experienced than you are and you are an idiot and I don’t argue with idiots, so stop standing there arguing with me and just change the fucking subject.” Her man wisely just stayed at his table and kept his mouth shut and she went back to him. They didn’t even finish their beers and left a few minutes later but she came over with half a pitcher of beer and gave it to me and sort of apologized for arguing with me. Tim chuckled the rest of the evening because I called a complete stranger an idiot but those that don’t agree with me about wars are idiots. Geez, don’t argue and support war with God, he will call you an idiot. You have the right to defend your space, but that is all. You have no right to go try to take over other countries.

You may be aware if you see that it’s the greedy, ‘the elite’, and money mongers that cause most wars. Idiots like the current president of the country I live in. That and his twisted religion that put an insanity in him.

And Terry was there, she makes her life a little drama, wants to make her children’s fucked up lives better and we all get tired of hearing it, they are adults, she can’t be their mother anymore in some ways and has to stop driving herself nuts over it all. Today is Mother’s day and they want her to go to their places forty-five miles away instead of them coming to her place. Whatever, I would just tell them to go to hell. Human’s are the only ones that get all wrapped up in all that nonsense and make dramas out of it all. I raised my children, they moved away and got their own lives and I don’t want to hear how fucked up and unhappy they are because I didn’t raise them that way. If they are deep in debt I don’t want to hear the whining because it’s their brains that put them there, and I don’t need them to call me on Fathers Day, my birthday, or any other day because I don’t want to hear their problems, they made them, they can fix them, or not. BTW, Happy Mothers Day.

I gave up trying to make modern women happy, they always want more and are still not happy. It just never ends, they are happy for a bit and then want something else when I just want to go to the beach or dancing, or work on my place and inventions. I only know about three women that are happy with what they have. Umm, never mind, lets not go there right now.

Returning from the peace protest yesterday I noticed a Kenmore dryer with a free sign on it so I stopped and went into the store to see what was wrong with it and was told that it has a bad seal around the drum, but I have a Kenmore here that needs a motor so I took it. I also got two nice heavy springs for twenty-five cents each.

I want one of those bumper stickers…. “Jesus had a penis”. Yeah, and he used it also, so get over it.

I’m done messing with the current bike project, it was just an experiment even though it worked out well. I’m getting out the three wheeler I made five or six years ago and doing some gear ratio experiments on it, will mess some with being able to change them using a three speed hub on a jack shaft. Then I’m putting it on the back of my girly bike while I plan how to build my next three wheeler.

Hey, have a great day and go find some humor being as there isn’t any here today, hugs…. BBC

Goofy looking success

Us backyard inventors some up with all sorts of crazy things that works. Hell, the Wright brothers learned to fly. And this setup works very well, it goes faster than I can pedal, and better yet it zips right up hills. Next week I will test it on the steepest hill here but I’m sure it will do fine.

It needs heavier tension springs and a lever to lift it off the wheel when I'm not using it and just pedaling but it's interesting how well it works. Really, it works great. And I can’t complain about what I expect to be about a hundred MPG. Motorized rigs are not allowed on the Olympic trail but it will come in handy at other times, and getting to and back home from the trail as it can be used both ways.

It goes about twenty miles an hour I think, I will mount my GPS unit on it to get accurate figures next week when I go on an out of town trip with it.

Actually, it was just an experiment, I’m moving on already, thinking about how to mount it on the back wheel of my girly bike. And planing my next three wheeler. A three wheeler that will do thirty to forty miles an hour and get one hundred MPG. Good enough for city driving.

Yes, you can already buy such rigs, but have you checked the prices? They are a of money and I built this one for very little. These could help save the planet, not that I’m assuming that some of you give a damn about saving the planet being as you are just a bunch of monkeys screwing around wanting more today and not caring about the future.

I suppose I had better paint that storage unit this summer. LOL

It was a great week here. I’ll go the peace protest today to top it off. Hugs…. BBC

A project

I wish that I could shut up, but since when has God ever been able to shut up?

Hey, some of you might be interested in my new project of mounting a scooter engine on my bike. I’m putting a Robin Subaru 35 CC engine on my man bike first. If it turns out well I will put it on my girly bike. There are two ways I can do it, the first way I’m going to try is to just have the scooter tire against and driving the front wheel. If that doesn’t work out so well I will put a multi speed wheel on the front and make up a chain system.

The needed drive ratios is what will be the deciding factor and I’m not bothering to try to figure out the ratios as I’m not that good at them, I’m an expert on God, not gear ratios. I didn’t get that project finished yesterday, maybe today, depending on what other things I have to do today. Actually, I have two of these little 4 cycle motors, but one came off of a weed eater that I bought just for the motor, only it hasn’t got a gear reduction unit on it.

Newsblog 5000….. God is not an all powerful force, only a spirituality. And I should know being as I’m God, people shouldn’t still be believing what is in those old books and what religions teach them. Nature (Goddess) is a powerful force, but she is in many ways an idiot. We still have a lot to learn about her, including how to control her in some ways.

Most of the things wrong with this planet is because of the monkey/humans screwing around, it’s foolish to blame any God. Hey, I don’t think, the universe thinks, I just pass it on.

I seldom remember to take my camera but at 5:45 am yesterday morning I was at the beach eating a donut stick and drinking coffee as the sun came up by Mt. Baker. It was a beautiful sunrise… Hugs… BBC

It’s just another day

I took Helen to the Safeway store yesterday to get her monthly supply of cat food, and filled my gas tank, $47.00 compared to $15.00 not that many years ago. It’s okay, I would like to see it twice as much so that everyone didn’t drive around so much doing stupid stuff. Na, the monkeys are just stupid and will keep doing stupid stuff.

After doing my laundry yesterday I stopped into the Beer Church to see what was going on there. Holly came in and I asked her if she got her aloe vera plant I left there a few months ago for her. She didn’t, I guess someone else took it. I had two beers and when I was leaving Tim asked why I was going home. Because I like it there. When I got home I built a fire in my outside fireplace and just enjoyed the evening.

I have seen comments on blogs that I may get drunk and then tear into people. No, I just like to tell some people that they are stupid.

Helen, who has known me for some time, says that any woman that hates me is a fucking idiot. Just saying. :-) Whatever, it's a crazy planet.

I don’t much feel like doing this anymore, mostly all I see is a bunch of monkeys screwing around wasting their time and lives and not listening to me when I tell them they are God in evolution. I’m just going to observe for a while. Take care, hugs….. BBC

You think so?

The picture is some kind of a fishing float I found on the beach yesterday. It’s about ten inches across, made of some kind of plastic.

Hey, is my butt getting bony? Yeah, I think you’re right. Yesterday when I was at the store for a new bike tire, ring a dingy bell, and toolbox I also bought a gel bike seat cover, not sure it is all it should be though. The bell is for warning folks on the trail that I’m coming up behind them. When you are walking and a quite bike zooms past you all of a sudden it can give you a bit of a fright.

An Amish woman was driving her buggy to town when a highway patrol officer stopped her.

"I'm not going to cite you," said the officer. "I just wanted to warn you that the reflector on the back of your buggy is broken and it could be dangerous."

"I thank thee," replied the Amish lady. "I shall have my husband repair it as soon as I return home."

"Also," said the officer. "I noticed one of your reins to your horse is wrapped around his testicles. Some people might consider this cruelty to animals, so you should have your husband check that also."

"Again I thank thee. I shall have my husband check both when I get home." she replied.

True to her word, when the Amish lady got home she told her husband about the broken reflector and he said he would put a new one on immediately.

"Also," said the Amish woman, "the policeman said there was something wrong with the emergency brake."

I know that I talk about my pickup a lot but I don’t use it unless I have to, I walk, bike, use my electric scooter and have a Honda 150 scooter if I need highway speeds. Today I’m taking my girly bike out for a run, I tested it the other day when I got it even though the tires looked like they would pop as soon as I put air in them and I noticed that the three speed unit wasn’t working. But yesterday I put new tires on it, tightened the spokes and checked, cleaned, lubed, and adjusted all the bearings on it.

When I took the three-speed hub apart enough to check and lube the bearings a small piece fell out and I installed it the way I thought it should go, but when I tested the bike it still didn’t work. This three speed hub is different than my other bike so I took it apart again and turned it around, it still didn’t work. Hum, I figure that someone had this hub apart before and got something in the wrong place and that is why it wasn’t working when I first tested the bike.

So I took it apart again, studied how it should work and messed with it for about an hour before deciding that the small part belonged on the inside of a planetary housing, not on the outside of it like it was. Then I had to figure out how to get it in there but once I did it worked just fine. It’s a good stout hub and I’m pleased with the gear ratios in it. I also put a luggage rack on the back, and a plastic toolbox to carry things in, parts, tools, rain gear, etc.

Ya, know, I have a gas scooter I bought a few years ago, that goes about twenty miles an hour that I have never rode but once to test it because it doesn’t have a seat, you have to stand up on it. I can’t picture me drinking a few beers and driving that scooter around. LOL

The cool thing about this scooter is that it isn’t one of those noisy little two-cycle bastards that the kids ride around on. It has a quite, less polluting four-cycle engine on it and gets over a hundred MPG. Yeah, you know what I’m thinking of doing don’t you?

Interested in my bike ride of yesterday? Keep reading. At 5:30 am I was sitting on a large cement block on the Olympic trail. Mind you, this trail is peaceful and only foot traffic and bikes and horses are allowed on it. Only peaceful people use it, and few at that it seems, anyway, I was sitting on that block eating a McDonalds sausage biscuit and some coffee that I brought from home and looking at the …….. fog. It’s okay, I’m often in my own thoughts there anyway.

Well, I did see a seal go by as the visibility was about a thousand feet, and a few geese. And one of those high-speed bikers went by, the ones that speed along as fast as they can instead of just enjoying the day like I do. He had one of those blinking red LED lights on the back of his seat, it looked like his asshole was blinking. Boy, I don’t want to think about a red light district there. I’ll keep it in mind to put my light in a different location in case there is some whacko on the trail packing K-Y Jelly. LOL

Everybody keeps asking how a madman in Virginia Tech got a hold of a gun. How come nobody is asking how a madman in Washington started a war?

Remember, it’s a great life if ya don’t weaken. It’s laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, gotta get the day started…. Hugs…. BBC

The bike

Cute cartoon, what is in it for you? A free hug, that is all, why would you want more?

Somewhere I have the receipt for my bike, a three speed Raleigh that I bought back in the seventy’s after someone swiped my five speed. I saw it a while back (the receipt) while looking for something else in this chaos that is my life. Yup, still have it, still ride it. Took it for about a fifteen mile ride yesterday instead of walking. I like three speed bikes, they are nice and simple and serve well. I’ve put many miles on it and have had to replace the gear set once, and a few other bearings. I’ve had other multi speed bikes, even made a thirty-five speed one, but I don’t like all those derailers and crap that is always giving a person problems. More about that in a bit.

Wasn’t yesterday a beautiful day? Well, it was here anyway. There wasn’t any war or monkeys fucking around on my street, there wasn’t any screwed up women messing with my brain because I don’t allow that anymore if I can help it. After my nice bike ride to the beach early in the morning I modified Rick’s riding mower to mulch, the sun was out all day and it was such a beautiful day that I had to take off my flannel shirt.

Then I went to Jim’s for a table saw that I need some parts off of. He also gave me a woman’s three speed bike that I’m going to fix up, yup I’m going girly. Hey, I’m 63 years old, I don’t like swinging my leg over the seat to mount my ride (smirk). I have my seat high so I get full limb extension on the bottom of the stroke. I also have a box on the back to pack things that the leg has to go over. What is with these people with multi speed bikes that are in lower gears and their seats too low pumping away at a furious pace? It makes my legs hurt to even watch them, I’m a power stroker.

Biking should be like making love, I like it slow and easy with full extension, stroke, stroke, stroke. Hey, has your mind shifted gears? *giggles*

Sewmouse, one of the ladies you talked about did ‘grow a pair’, as she was growing up. But she developed all kinds of problems with society and men and ended up being what I call a psychological gay. Mind you, that is different than a natural gay. She ended up with you hard working people supporting her and thinks that it is so wonderful that she is liberal and thinks that you should support every fucked up person in this country. And believe me, there are many of them. I think if I had my own country these people wouldn’t be able to vote. Hey, don’t get me started.

I’m going for a bike ride and then I have to type a legal document for a friend, we are going to kick some monkey asses for breaking his machine, if we can. Have a great day…. Hugs… BBC

Sunday was good

I was sitting in Helen’s home yesterday morning bullshitting with her a little and mentioned that I should do something while I was waiting until time go to Rick’s. Now Helen is a straight shooting no bullshit country gal from good country stock and was raised during the depression and appreciates everything she has even though it is little, with no hang ups, so she said, “Why don’t you go play with your cock?” LOL…But I wasn’t feeling that need so I reset the teeth in my bow saw blade as it was pinching the blade, and sawed up a small cedar log I had here. I’ve never made a toothpick cup out of cedar, maybe I should, anyone looking for a one of a kind toothpick cup?

The house just to the east of me just went on the market, it has some upgrades and a new roof and at 159 thousand dollars it seems like a fair price, it’s hard to find anything under 200 thousand around here anymore that is decent. I’m tempted but I don’t want to make payments anymore, I would have to go back to work to make them and my paid for place is all I really need.

Anyway, yesterday I went over and installed a new turn signal/wiper/emergency flasher switch on Rick’s car, actually the car belongs to his pet drunk, umm, I mean wife. It’s ticks me off when people use up time. I don’t care what they do with their time but I don’t like them messing with mine, I was a bit early, I almost never show up late, and only a few minutes if I do. I give people fifteen minutes, if they’re not there by then I’m history. He showed up with one minute left before I was moving on. And he never had the damn part yet, we had to go into town and get it. It only took me about fifteen minutes to install it but over an hour was used up, hell, I could have had a forty-five minute nap.

Then I decided to take the rest of the day off and took my little girly pail to the beach for the afternoon to do some beach combing. Got some sand and pebbles and a golf ball of all things. It’s hard to find interesting pieces of driftwood around here, just big stuff that I can’t pack home. On the way home I stopped and got some Reeses ice cream, yum, yum.

Geez, long shirttails are a pain in the butt, if you happen to pee on them.

I think it’s foolish that people can’t see that God/Goddess would be on this planet in human form. Not as omnipotent beings as that is simply nonsense taught by old mentors that didn’t know what they were talking about. But as just spiritual beings. How else do you expect them (us) to enjoy this physical experience? They of course have to figure this out after years of struggle being as they are taught so much nonsense as they are raised here. Remember, you are not humans having a spiritual experience here. You are spiritual beings having a human experience, and it needs to improve one heck of a lot in order for us all to better enjoy it. Bah, I’m just beating my head against the wall, no one listens to me. What fools you mortals and monkeys be.

You know what drives God/Goddess bat shit crazy? All the monkeys screwing around screwing up things for them. Screwing up their peace. That and trying to find themselves and each other in this mess.

Are you connected? Got broadband so you can see all the cool things on the web? I don’t, it’s mostly just a bunch of monkeys screwing around and I have better things to do, like getting out and working on my place, taking care of Helen’s needs that she can no longer do. And most importantly interacting with others in a physical world instead of just blogs on the Internet.

Don’t take me wrong, I love and enjoy some of my online friends, but this is a touchy feely world too me and I don’t get that on the Internet. Like the other day when I was calming a lady down, I massaged her head some while she talked, and ran my fingers through her hair some. She needed that, it helped her a lot. And often things said and done are misunderstood on the Internet.

Lulu… Because God and Goddess have to have fun also. :-)

So Dan started a blog for his cat I guess, Lulu. We know all about pussies here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse, all they do is screw around all the time, that is why they are fixed. Don’t need anymore worthless things doing nothing but screwing around here mooching off the land.

Anyway, I recall a cute song I learned in that mining town as a youth.
Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Rich girls drive Cadillac’s, poor girls drive Fords. The only thing that Lulu runs is bedsprings but she runs them just as hard.

Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Rich girls wear diamond rings, poor girls wear brass. The only ring that Lulu wears is the ring around her ass.

Banging away on Lulu, banging away all day. Hey boys, whatcha gonna do for banging away when Lulu moves away?

Come on, admit it, that’s cute. There may have been more verses but I don’t recall them.

Hey, I’m going for a bike ride… Hugs, BBC

Another great day

It was another great day yesterday, didn’t rain, got a little sun, I cut up a bunch of lumber I was given and made a new chopping block. Went over and figured out why Rick's brake lights and turn signals wasn't working and will go back today to install the part for him.

Sadly it seems that the dream I had ten years ago is coming true. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I was sitting outside taking a crap (great minds find bathrooms boring) and thinking. I know what happened to Lusty Tart and why she is getting a divorce but I’m not going to explain it, no one ever listens to me anyway. But her hating me is just a waste of time and effort on her part. Mortals have been misunderstanding, cussing and cursing me for thousands of years. And they aren’t going to find the truth and answers in those old books.

I went to Beer Church for a while in the evening and cheered up (counseled) a lady that is going crazy, or always has been and got her feeling better so that she could enjoy the evening and not drive the rest of us nuts with her whining. Claims that she has been told that she only has two years to live. Seems to me that I started hearing that a year ago so she must only have a year left. She should spend it being cheerful, but I think she is just milking others for sympathy, and they are tired of hearing it. She’s never seemed sick to me and we never hear of any treatment.

Too much food around here, when I moved here assuming that the cosmos would provide all my needs I sure didn’t expect it to be loading me up with so much food. I guess it thinks that I should buy my own beer though, what is with that?

Hey, have a great day. Hugs.

A beautiful day

It was a beautiful day here yesterday, in more ways than one. It was nice and sunny all day long and I turned off the computer early and spent the day doing other things rather than looking at and fussing about the world and how it is.

I cut up more of these pallets, split and stacked more of Helen’s firewood. She likes me to take her breakfast to her at 9:00 am and I usually eat at home but I took mine over to her place and we ate together while listening to the news on the radio.

The wind kept picking up during the day but it wasn’t too bad, just a reminder to me that my work in perpetual motion showed me how to do some cool things for making energy and I should get in gear and work on them instead of always putting those projects on the back burner. I don’t think they make windmills properly, squirrel cage type rotors are more effective and birds are not as prone to fly into them. And I don’t see the point in a generator being on every windmill when it can just be a simpler air compressor that transfers the air to a central plant with a single larger generator in it. Maybe the companies that make all those generators have everyone convinced that is the way to do it. Compressed air can be stored to use when you need the power, not just when the wind in blowing. Whatever, no one ever listens to me.

I also sat on my loveseat out in the yard for a while and just enjoyed the day. At 4:00 I went to Rick’s shop for a few beers and to see how he was doing as he has been fighting a convertible top installation that hasn’t gone well. He had to give up on it and order a new top. Helen called and said that the people I was talking to earlier about some windows and wood had came by and said that I could have them if I went and got them then.

Cool, so I got, for free, ten aluminum framed single pane windows, three vinyl framed double pane windows, a nice pile of used cedar shakes I can split into kindling for Helen, and some other lumber that I can use or cut into firewood. That makes for a pretty damn good day. In America they think single pane aluminum windows are junk when people in other parts of the world would love to have them, this truly is the land of milk and honey, and great waste. I could write a whole post about that, maybe everyone should move to America so they can all share this bounty with us, any person willing to do honest work here can have plenty, but we will have to spay and neuter you when you arrive. I can use the three vinyl framed windows in my building and the others can be used for gardening hot boxes or a greenhouse wall or something, it beats them going to the landfill.

The price of gas in a small town just west of here is the highest in the state, it’s pretty high here also. Naturally there is complaining from the money mongers that this will hurt the tourist season in this area. Excuse me while I yawn, or even take a nap. I don’t want more tourists here, they won’t even let me take pot shots at them, go away. We can get by just fine without their money.

So being as Kirsten was bitching about me on her blog (that is fine with me as it draws attention to me) because she doesn’t have a clue who or what I am and misunderstands me mentioned the Lusty Tart so I decided to take a look at her blog and she is bitching about me also. Again, that is fine as these women don’t know what they are talking about.

There are intelligent women that visit me and understand and love me and tell me so. Even a few married ones, call them well adjusted. Kirsten and Lusty are just two wrong thinking paranoid women that don’t have the brains of parking meters that don’t know how to think right. At least at times Lusty has admitted that she doesn’t know much. Why is it that these people can talk about sex but when I join in on the fun they start calling me a pervert? God and Goddess are about sex, and there are a few spiritual people on this planet that get and practice that. Not many, but a few.

Anyway, I did leave a comment on Lusty’s blog and I suppose she will delete it, whatever, I have a blog and can say what I like here. It does distress me though to see that she is getting a divorce, I think that is a real shame as I’m so fond of marriages and they seemed to have a good one. And Lusty, if you are reading this, I do not hate women, I just hate how a lot of them think and do, they mess up their lives with their thinking, and I’m not alone, even a lot of women dislike how a lot of women are. I’m truly sorry to hear about your divorce, I wish you luck with the rest of your life. And I know that you hate for me to do it, but…. Hugs.

BTW… I have never emailed any women a picture of my dick other than the amusing picture of the Easter Dick, that many women find amusing. So I suggest that you just get over it.

So there is a new law here I hear. There will be no more animal fighting allowed here. Cock and dog fights and things like that. There will be exceptions of course the monkeys will be allowed to keep fighting and hurting each other. Boxing and wrestling, even football, things like that, no point in just having more gentlemanly sports like baseball and basketball when you can watch monkeys fighting. Hey, here is a thought, rise above it all.

It’s cloudy this morning, but hey, it’s going to be another great day, I’m turning off this computer and joining it. Have a great day everyone. Hugs.

For Kirsten

Just turn the genders around in the cartoon. He, he, he.

I’ll be putting a thinking post on my other blog soon, maybe later today.

Yesterday I went for a two hour walk at 5:30 AM. Enjoyed a beautiful sunrise. Polluting rigs piss me off, one man got out of his pickup with a newspaper in his hand and went into a café, and left the damn engine running, too many people have no respect for this planet.

I was talking to a lady and she told me that her husband was the only man she ever wanted, as we looked his way while he was picking his nose. LOL

I was talking to another lady and she said “I really want a husband, I just don’t want him in my home.” She doesn’t even want him in her bed….. WTF? What does she want a husband for then? She can get a cat or a dog. I guess she just wants one to do the yard work for her, wash her car, things like that. What I would want to know is “What’s in it for me if a woman wants a husband?”

It was waves of weather yesterday, it would be nice for a while, then storm for a while, then be nice, then storm some more. Made it hard to get anything done outside but I managed to do a few things. Have a good day. Hugs… BBC

El Toro sumbitch

That idiot Goddess decided grass should be mowed to make it look pretty, why didn’t she just fucking make it short in the first fucking place? So that idiot God invented lawnmowers because she was getting tired of the sheep and cow shit on her lawns. There is just no pleasing that bitch. LOL

Then God invented ass kicking lawnmowers, up to twenty horse power now, and very wide cuts, real Tim Allen shit, argh, argh, argh !! “Hey neighbor, check out my new Toro, 18.5 horse power and a 42 inch cut”. Neighbor: “Big deal, look at what I just got, A John Deer, 22 horse power and a 46 inch cut”.

*Slinks away*

The next week: “Hi neighbor, look at what I’ve done. I’ve installed a 750 Honda engine in this Toro sumbitch, I can mow this lawn at sixty miles an hour now. Eat your heart out you motherfucker.” Yup, God is a fucking idiot. LOL

So yesterday I picked up the battery for Rick’s Toro riding mower and took it to his place and after starting it I rode it to my place where it is more convenient to work on. It isn’t far but I had to do it on major streets so I was hoping that I wouldn’t pass any cop monkeys. Kemp street is closed because of the sewer line project those idiots didn’t do a few years ago like they should have so I had to go another block to the state highway, the main drag.

Well I’m on a frigging lawnmower, even in fifth gear I suppose any cop except one with too many donuts in him could catch me on foot with my devious plan to cut through yards if one came along. So when I get to Kemp street I swing down behind the C-store service station and through the used car lot next door and then the bakery parking lot so was only on the side walk on the main drag for a little over a hundred feet before swinging left on Leighland and making my great escape the last block to my home.

I got out a large can and pulled the oil drain plug to let the oil drain while I walked back to Rick’s for my pickup. Then I lubed, oiled, made a new battery box, and tuned and adjusted everything on the mower and it’s now in good shape again.

I mowed Helen’s lawn so fast I didn’t even time to think about cracking open a beer (besides, it was too early in the day) and made ramps so I could drive it up into my pickup and took it to Rick’s and mowed his lawn. That was a bitch as it was pretty long in the back yard and the grass was wet. It took me two passes, once with the deck high, and then with it low. Then I took a nap.

It isn’t a mulching mower, the next time I grab it to mow Helen’s grass I’m converting it to a mulching mower so I don’t have to deal with grass clippings.

And being Wednesday it was of course laundry day here at Polly’s Honky Tonk Saloon and Whorehouse. After I put the laundry in the machine I walked to the Jack In The Box for a burger while they are washing and there was a African American there, or whatever in the heck they call themselves these days. All I know is that she was about 4’ 6” tall and about 3’ 6” wide, and very dark.

I don’t know how someone that wide can find someone to have sex with them but she had this cute little curly haired dark monkey she was holding onto as it tried to climb her boobs. Umm, or whatever it was trying to do with her boobs.

She got her order and left the counter to go to the table area, I wasn’t paying any attention to them but I guess the baby monkey is at the age where he is walking some because I heard her say “Come back here boy, don’t make me beat your ass in public”. Well, at least she is teaching him to mind his manners in public.

Then because it was getting on toward evening I stopped at Beer Church on the way home to see what those monkeys are up to. Same old shit of course. The gal that had just gotten off shift and was having a few shots of Tequila before going home and I sat next to her. Umm, I don’t want to make this a long story but she was complaining about her tips being a bit low. Ann said to show more cleavage, and she said she would rather show her pussy. Gross, gross, gross, flash me some cleavage anytime but leave the pussy in wraps please, I never did like the looks of those things.

The gal that just came on shift tells us about the night another Bill pays her twenty-five bucks to look at her boobs, for five seconds. *Smacks head* What an idiot, I wouldn’t pay twenty-five bucks to look at any woman’s boobs, I know what boobs looks like, if she wants me to look at them she can just damn well show them to me.

No way I would pay to look at boobs, but I might pay a buck a minute to kiss them. It’s been two years since I kissed a boob, yeah, I just might do that if it was the right boobs. Goddess is such a gold digger, God is such an idiot. LOL

Computer Dependency.
This just proves that we have become too dependent on our computers.
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5/2/2007

Yesterday after getting the mowing deck back on Rick’s riding mower I started noticing other things that need attention on it. A tire was going flat, the belt needed to be replaced and it hadn’t been lubed for some time.

I wanted to test it some anyway so started mowing his grass that had gotten pretty high in the back of the yard. On the second pass the belt broke so it was back to his shop with the wheel and tire and send him on a trip to town to have it fixed and pick up a new belt.

After lunch I picked them up at his shop and took them to his home to install them, now to test it again, the damn battery was dead. It’s a new battery so maybe the charging system is bad, I pulled the battery and took it to his shop and will try again today. I’m going to bring it to my place and get it in good shape.

I also cut up a few more pallets, then went to Jim’s and Precilla’s (sp) to see her new motorcycle, I’ve known them for years and didn’t know that she was a closet biking momma. I don’t know, I just don’t picture her riding that 1200 Harley Sportster much, we will see. I used to ride motorcycles a lot, but never did want a Harley.

My last wife loved biking, when she started getting cranky I would take her for a long ride and she would get in a better mood again. Except on long rides she would complain that she wanted to stop and eat as she was hungry. Well, I was in the front, I guess she wasn’t getting enough of the bugs.

Where have all the monkeys gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the monkeys gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the monkeys gone? – to their deaths, every one.
Why did they never learn? Why did they never learn?

It is good

I was going to talk about humor today, but I’ve shelved that for now. I want to stress to you how important it is to have tools and skills. These things are what really make the world go around, and also make it worse being as mankind hasn’t gotten wise enough to do things in moderation and technological civilizations tend to destroy themselves rather quickly.

Unless you are a very new reader here you know that I have lots of tools and equipment, including a metal lathe, you know that I’ve been a master mechanic, race car builder and driver, inventor, carpenter, long haul truck driver, and blah, blah, a bunch of other things.

Anyway, I wasn’t tooting my horn (beep, beep, get out of my way you little monkey), just stating some facts. It is good that I have a metal lathe, it comes in mighty handy at times even though it may sit a year between uses. Friend Rick got a good deal on a Toro riding lawnmower recently. He got it running but it wasn’t cutting grass worth a damn, figured the blades needed to be sharpened. I told him I would do that for him and went to his home yesterday morning to take them off.

They were in bad shape but he had bigger problems than that. The pivot assembly that tightens the belt driving the two blade pulleys was all cocked over and the belt wouldn’t tighten properly and was twisted. So I took the mowing deck off and took it to his shop to work on it. Found the pivot bushing block was plastic and worn egg shaped, so I took it to my place and turned a metal bushing then bored out the bushing block out and pressed the metal bushing into it. Yup, I have a press also. :-)

Sharpened the blades the best I could because someone before me had screwed them up pretty well when they sharpened them. Don’t use a bench grinder or a disk grinder to sharpen mower blades. Use a belt sander, or a wide flat bastard file and do it by hand if you have to. Nope, I don’t think they make a bitch file. And goddamn it, keep the bottom of the blade flat, don’t sharpen the bottom of the blade at an angle also or I will call you an idiot. It’s not a knife, it’s a fucking lawnmower blade.

I figure I saved him up to a couple hundred bucks had he took it to a shop to have it fixed, I may borrow it at times to mow Helen’s lawn, it’s just more fun to mow grass while riding around on a riding mower drinking a beer than it is pushing one when there is as much grass to mow as she has.

I went to the spit for a while last evening, I do that a lot, and there was some bitch from the Insane Chicks Society that looked to be in her twenties that was speeding up the gravel parking strip in her jeep trying to run down seagulls. Not much fear of her nailing one but it was irritating to me, I like it peaceful out there so when she went by I honked my horn and when she looked my way I gave her the finger. Seagulls may not be important to many people but they serve a useful purpose that I won’t get into now. And at the rate things are going your grandchildren may have to resort to eating them.

I was going to say more about therapists today, one in particular, but I guess I’ll be nice today. Not really his fault he hasn’t learned much and has any real skills, but if he pays attention his journey will teach him some things. Maybe he will even seek out an honest profession… :-)

Where have all the flowers gone

[Revised]

Where have all the flowers gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the flowers gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the flowers gone? – bombed away, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young girls gone? - long time passing.
Where have all the young girls gone? - long time ago.
Where have all the young girls gone? – killed off, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the young men gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the young men gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the young men gone? – gone for soldiers, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the soldiers gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the soldiers gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the soldiers gone? – gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?

Where have all the graveyards gone? – long time passing.
Where have all the graveyards gone? – long time ago.
Where have all the graveyards gone? – under the rubble, every one.
When will they ever learn? When will they ever learn?