Saturday, August 17, 2013

Oh, well, that went swimmingly.

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My hair cut certainly... draws attention.  Coupled with tiger strip bdu bottoms, and...  Gas meet match.  Most of it was negative but some of it was... quite good.  Strong, always, one way or usually the other.  Not my problem, just noticed.  Then again, with my size, I usually stand out anyway.  This just completes it for those two or three who didn't notice me before.  I didn't do it for them, or even for the people at BMan, I did this for me.  I might do it every summer, letting it shag over the winter for warmth.  As I said, this isn't just summer, this is a blazing summer here.  No cool ever, just hot, 90's by the weather casters, 100's in reality according to my senses and some measurements.

My friend got his stuff, and I found paraffin, finally.  I also picked up a few little things I needed, like a travel bottle pack, a small bottle of dish soap, and other tidbits.  Oh, and a bottle of orange juice with a *cough* big enough opening, and good neck grip, to work as a pee bottle.  All these little details.  Too much, too many, but I keep... trying to get it found, bought, sorted, and ready.  Ugh.  Couldn't find white gas, either, if I forgot to check at the second Walmart.  It's not that I expect them to have it, it's just that they might know who does.  There is one place I could call Monday, they sell lots of other odd and specialty fuels, if they seem more geared toward truckers, RVers, and the like so...  Just want a little!  Hmm, where have I heard that before.  Never mind.

I have decided, instead of buying the wheat grinder, since I have the money, to do something I meant to do long ago.  I had forgotten.  My friend's teeth need work.  Now, the money I have set aside won't pay it all, but it might be enough to get his siblings in on the deal.  We really have to do that.  He is down to eating with gums, all out of back teeth.  No, I... have the money, I will be calling shortly.  Gotta gotta do that.  His teeth, actually, may end up killing him otherwise.  Called but no one answered.  I left a short quirky message, just a hint but not at all specific.  I'll try later.  It might be their dinner time.

Tonight?  A bit more packing and sorting.  Hmm, but first to work on the bike.  After I get some chill going.  It was hotter than the blazes out there.  The bigger hex keys, SAE as it turns out, did the trick of getting the old kickstand off.  Unfortunately, the old kickstand was added through a welded cross member in an non-traditional way, and there aren't other good flat, level, straight pipe that look like they will support the new one.  I also could not find replacements parts, at all, for that bike.  Bleh.  Still, I'll see what I can do.  Hmm, and, being sober, I may goof with face paint just a bit.  I don't know how easy the stuff is to work with, guess I will find out.

Oh, well, as for my haircut?  When the singer is in his black kit, and from the front... Longer though, and then I have hair normal from behind the ear horizontally back at, generally normal, length.  Oh, I don't look that good in it, but... when you start with ugly... it... just live with it.  I do, and quite happily!

Urhm, and no, that wasn't the plan.  First, I'm just not really a copycat.  I try to do my own things, as I see them.  Second, if I had tried, it probably wouldn't have worked, somehow.  Just... tried to do what I wanted but it just didn't work out.  I'm not unhappy with it, it just wasn't how I envisioned it.  I have tried to do an upward spiking, it just doesn't work with what I have on hand.  Maybe as it grows, and if I learned how to play with it... perhaps I can... get a broad spiked up (not spiked, exactly, per se, just all upward in a wall of hair).  Dunno.

3 comments:

  1. I could not find white gas in quantities less than a gallon. There was some "blended fuel" thing for Coleman stoves in quarts, that I didn't trust for my Whisperlite.

    If all else fails, we test your stove when you get here. If it doesn't work and we really feel we need a second for backup, we can swing southward and hit Sportsman's Warehouse on the way out of town. If it came to it, I wouldn't mind having a two-burner Coleman stove for times like this.

    I bought a half gallon of bleach, transferred the bleach to a glass bottle labeled "bleach", and relabeled the bleach bottle "piss". The handle was what I wanted for that purpose.

    I too was working on my bike today, tried to swap out the standard kickstand for a forked version. It did not allow the bike to lean back far enough, so that it fell forward off the kickstand all the time. Back to the original. I have a tennis ball (thanks to Daisycat) that I will put on the kickstand bottom to help hold the bike up in the playa silt.

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  2. Re the haircut, yeah, maybe Utah isn't quite "home" for you either then...?

    Re women on the playa, at least I have a pretty good feel for your "type". If I come across one, I'll have to lure her into your clutches.

    (Mheh! Yeah. Like I could handle *that* type, even to lead her to you. LOLZ!)

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  3. Sure you could lead her, with a lasso and a long enough head start that by the time she catches you she's at camp. A stanchion to pulley yourself away right as you get there, and... done.

    As for home? I have never and never will have a place that... accepts. I believe in my faith, but I understand socially I will never fit. No faith will offer that. I just have to be who I am and the world has to accept it or not. Utah is fine, better than most actually. I have heard places like California would be right. But after meeting enough people from there... it's all about money, power, and sex. Thin, empty, vacuous. I'd rather be around people who don't particularly care for my notions but are honest about it and work around it if need be.

    This place is what Iowa used to be, maybe still is in some parts, the parts that haven't been overrun by drug zombies and away from the cities.

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