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I didn't get to bed until 6:00, 7:00, perhaps a bit later. Still, wanting to try, I set my alarm for 11:00. It went off. There was no way I could make it. I hit one spot where I was sure I had made it awake, but... no. My friend decided to give me an hour extra before calling today. He called... around... noon, noon thirty? Something. I wasn't sure I was going to actually wake, even then. But I told him I would. And I ended up doing so, barely. A shower, then dressing and driving. A blur, mostly. I've been sleeping too little, staying up too late, and "working" too hard.
He set up our haircuts, on the phone, while I was on the way. So we got right in. I got the same haircut I did for BMan. Being cautious. While this haircut is incautious, in a general sense, it is familiar. So... relatively safe, personally. I am still considering whether to cut it in closer or leave it. And I'll get some hair junk to mess with it a bit. But for now it is as daring as I was willing to go. He got his usual... relaxed businessman "do". All good. Then to dinner. Both of us got exactly what we got the last half dozen times we were there. Bleh. But... I like my meal, he his. I grabbed cream for my coffee on the way to restoring him to his cage and me to mine.
Zapped. It isn't that hard, it is more the time of day. I wanted to start the paint job, and still may. I just needed to sit a bit, gather my thoughts, rest, and... consider. I will be going back in Monday. A bit more computer stuff and perhaps we can get out shooting... If I can wake in any kind of a reasonable time. Zapped, I say. On the good side, there is a chance I might get to bed earlier tonight, if I can.
Later.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Friday, March 21, 2014
Finally!
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I beat the guy, finally. At the end you can choose to beat his head in or not. While I mark myself on stated emotional detachment, in real life, regardless of what you might think from reading my mind... I took the opportunity. Then again, I would have anyway, just in case failing to do so nullified the win. Not doing that over again. Well... probably. That is supposed to be the most difficult part of the game. And, to some, it probably is. I think, for what it is, that is probably the hardest part. But there are other, equally, difficult but in different ways, parts. So... I'm stopping playing here, until I get haircuts handled, a rifle painted, and maybe some shooting done. Gah!
It's right at 23:00. I think I am going to listen to some music, play sudoku, and just chill until midnight. Maybe I can sleep right, and get some of the kinks from playing so intently and sleeping so wrong. Well, that's the hope. I'll be setting the alarm for 8:00. If I can get up, then I'd like to start on the rifle. During the day I can close off the back porch with a window too small for people to get in open, and let the parts air dry there. If it seems dry enough when I return I will put on another coat. I will just be painting the barrel and the foregrip, inside and out on the latter. Inside will be heat paint, outside will be textured paint, neither will be even close to the final colors. But... that's how I want it. And it is a start. If I can get up! Ugh...
Well... Good night, then, foam.
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I beat the guy, finally. At the end you can choose to beat his head in or not. While I mark myself on stated emotional detachment, in real life, regardless of what you might think from reading my mind... I took the opportunity. Then again, I would have anyway, just in case failing to do so nullified the win. Not doing that over again. Well... probably. That is supposed to be the most difficult part of the game. And, to some, it probably is. I think, for what it is, that is probably the hardest part. But there are other, equally, difficult but in different ways, parts. So... I'm stopping playing here, until I get haircuts handled, a rifle painted, and maybe some shooting done. Gah!
It's right at 23:00. I think I am going to listen to some music, play sudoku, and just chill until midnight. Maybe I can sleep right, and get some of the kinks from playing so intently and sleeping so wrong. Well, that's the hope. I'll be setting the alarm for 8:00. If I can get up, then I'd like to start on the rifle. During the day I can close off the back porch with a window too small for people to get in open, and let the parts air dry there. If it seems dry enough when I return I will put on another coat. I will just be painting the barrel and the foregrip, inside and out on the latter. Inside will be heat paint, outside will be textured paint, neither will be even close to the final colors. But... that's how I want it. And it is a start. If I can get up! Ugh...
Well... Good night, then, foam.
I am stuck on this game!
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Yeah, I know. Like a vampire before mustard seed, stuck counting the damnable minutia, I am stuck on this game. I am getting better at this one area, but not good enough to pass. It is tearing up my sleep, causing some grump, and almost getting me to twitch. I did a bit of research. There are hard games out there. There aren't many that are more difficult. There probably aren't many equals. *twitch* Yeah, but... I gotta do it. That's all. Everything else is sort of on hold until I get through. There is little I can do about it.
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Yeah, I know. Like a vampire before mustard seed, stuck counting the damnable minutia, I am stuck on this game. I am getting better at this one area, but not good enough to pass. It is tearing up my sleep, causing some grump, and almost getting me to twitch. I did a bit of research. There are hard games out there. There aren't many that are more difficult. There probably aren't many equals. *twitch* Yeah, but... I gotta do it. That's all. Everything else is sort of on hold until I get through. There is little I can do about it.
Oh well.
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I simply couldn't sleep. Which means I couldn't wake. I think I heard the phone. I know I fumbled for it, but there was no there, there. I don't think I ever found it, then it stopped ringing, then I lost any ability to keep looking for it. It was sitting right beside my bed. It's a simple matter of reaching over and picking it up. In certain stages of sleep, though, that isn't... possible. Especially when pushing sleep to a minimum and wakefulness too much. I did answer the phone, after the third ring, at about 14:30. My friend was not happy. Something about "If I have other things to do...", and not at all happily. No, I understand. I just can't sleep. Tomorrow, he suggested. Gah! I'll try, I just don't know.
I'm still not awake or well. But! I have been taking all of medication pretty well since I realized I was slipping. Falling from the heavens to earth, trying to figure out buttons on a phone, while half asleep, in the dark, then hit by blinding light, with wind and no solid ground to be had for money or love. Bah. I'll make it around, soon enough.
And, no, I didn't get to the spray painting. I'm not that awake. Take away the headache and nausea, and it feels like a hangover. Nope, didn't touch a drop. I just can't get to sleep, then I can't wake up, and it is all stretching in the wrong direction. Bleh.
Later.
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I simply couldn't sleep. Which means I couldn't wake. I think I heard the phone. I know I fumbled for it, but there was no there, there. I don't think I ever found it, then it stopped ringing, then I lost any ability to keep looking for it. It was sitting right beside my bed. It's a simple matter of reaching over and picking it up. In certain stages of sleep, though, that isn't... possible. Especially when pushing sleep to a minimum and wakefulness too much. I did answer the phone, after the third ring, at about 14:30. My friend was not happy. Something about "If I have other things to do...", and not at all happily. No, I understand. I just can't sleep. Tomorrow, he suggested. Gah! I'll try, I just don't know.
I'm still not awake or well. But! I have been taking all of medication pretty well since I realized I was slipping. Falling from the heavens to earth, trying to figure out buttons on a phone, while half asleep, in the dark, then hit by blinding light, with wind and no solid ground to be had for money or love. Bah. I'll make it around, soon enough.
And, no, I didn't get to the spray painting. I'm not that awake. Take away the headache and nausea, and it feels like a hangover. Nope, didn't touch a drop. I just can't get to sleep, then I can't wake up, and it is all stretching in the wrong direction. Bleh.
Later.
Thursday, March 20, 2014
Out and about.
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My friend, it ends up, wants to get his hair cut. Fair enough. I need mine cut. It's been... a while. It was too late today, being nearly 17:00 when I arrived in town. Still, he had a few other stops. And of course a meal. While he was looking at ammo and some other things, I spoke with a bowman at the sports store. They do have a compound bow that works for my needs, probably $600 out of the store with everything needed and some wants. That and a target is my next major purchase item. Though I have to admit, I am seriously thinking about true blackpowder firearms. Just from materials locally, and perhaps a lead reserve and bullet press, would allow a hunting and minor self defense firearm for as long as the weapons last.
A trim, it seems, is finally in the cards. I'll be getting a haircut similar to what I had last time, though making the potential hawk material a bit thinner. As well, I am not more than evening the length on top. I am going to look for materials by which to make a stacked mohawk. I won't be wearing it like that all the time. But I have to admit, a raised hawk would look just about right with a right kilt and kit, biker boots, and perhaps a pirate's shirt. Just... a thought. A little face camo and, well... Never mind. A niche burner thing, among other places. Not exactly what to wear to the doctors. :)
Yeah, I'm using my friend to help get me off my duff. Even then it took two days! Bleh. Oh, but he says the weather is supposed to get into the 60's early next week. No hints, shooting time he suggested. And I suggested that sounds about right. Not quite a date, not even a promise with a raincheck, merely the plans. He has a pistol or two he hasn't even shot, and I have some magazines to check out. I doubt if my rifle will be dry by then, but who knows. If I get up early enough -laughs go here- I'll get to it. Hmm... I might could do a bit tonight? Yeah, maybe. But... where to dry things? Gah! Always some detail. I could open some windows in the back "porch", and close the door so they don't (somehow) get meat squirrel fur all over them. Damned but they are curious little beastesses. I don't need a whole lot of light for this part. It's the detail work that I want to do in the sun. Though temp might be a problem. Then again, while outside is too cool, where... nah... with the windows open it would be too cool. Oh well. Perhaps tomorrow evening if I get back in time.
I told him to start calling at 11:00, then call until I am up and going. I'll try to hit it by midnight, if I can, and set the alarm for 8:00, if I do make it by midnight. After the haircut I am going to trim his computer a bit more, and teach him a bit more beyond that. He hasn't been tinkering with it much. His sister is showing him some things, but... He is struggling. I really need to spend some time with him, showing him just exactly what that little tool can mean for him. He is an information hoarder, and has many hobbies and interests. The computer simply offers a gateway to much, new and old. We'll see.
Ah, I did and didn't forget the card. When I go in tomorrow I will stop at JC Penney, and get a card from them. There is no Target in town. I swear, I have seen the Bullseye sign, but... nope. I meant to buy the card tonight, but then... forgot. I didn't have the birthday cards with, as those will need to be taken into the post office. The one with the card will be registered mail, so as to ensure it. So... Late, on the cards, but they will be sent, this time, finally. Ugh... Later, or maybe good night.
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My friend, it ends up, wants to get his hair cut. Fair enough. I need mine cut. It's been... a while. It was too late today, being nearly 17:00 when I arrived in town. Still, he had a few other stops. And of course a meal. While he was looking at ammo and some other things, I spoke with a bowman at the sports store. They do have a compound bow that works for my needs, probably $600 out of the store with everything needed and some wants. That and a target is my next major purchase item. Though I have to admit, I am seriously thinking about true blackpowder firearms. Just from materials locally, and perhaps a lead reserve and bullet press, would allow a hunting and minor self defense firearm for as long as the weapons last.
A trim, it seems, is finally in the cards. I'll be getting a haircut similar to what I had last time, though making the potential hawk material a bit thinner. As well, I am not more than evening the length on top. I am going to look for materials by which to make a stacked mohawk. I won't be wearing it like that all the time. But I have to admit, a raised hawk would look just about right with a right kilt and kit, biker boots, and perhaps a pirate's shirt. Just... a thought. A little face camo and, well... Never mind. A niche burner thing, among other places. Not exactly what to wear to the doctors. :)
Yeah, I'm using my friend to help get me off my duff. Even then it took two days! Bleh. Oh, but he says the weather is supposed to get into the 60's early next week. No hints, shooting time he suggested. And I suggested that sounds about right. Not quite a date, not even a promise with a raincheck, merely the plans. He has a pistol or two he hasn't even shot, and I have some magazines to check out. I doubt if my rifle will be dry by then, but who knows. If I get up early enough -laughs go here- I'll get to it. Hmm... I might could do a bit tonight? Yeah, maybe. But... where to dry things? Gah! Always some detail. I could open some windows in the back "porch", and close the door so they don't (somehow) get meat squirrel fur all over them. Damned but they are curious little beastesses. I don't need a whole lot of light for this part. It's the detail work that I want to do in the sun. Though temp might be a problem. Then again, while outside is too cool, where... nah... with the windows open it would be too cool. Oh well. Perhaps tomorrow evening if I get back in time.
I told him to start calling at 11:00, then call until I am up and going. I'll try to hit it by midnight, if I can, and set the alarm for 8:00, if I do make it by midnight. After the haircut I am going to trim his computer a bit more, and teach him a bit more beyond that. He hasn't been tinkering with it much. His sister is showing him some things, but... He is struggling. I really need to spend some time with him, showing him just exactly what that little tool can mean for him. He is an information hoarder, and has many hobbies and interests. The computer simply offers a gateway to much, new and old. We'll see.
Ah, I did and didn't forget the card. When I go in tomorrow I will stop at JC Penney, and get a card from them. There is no Target in town. I swear, I have seen the Bullseye sign, but... nope. I meant to buy the card tonight, but then... forgot. I didn't have the birthday cards with, as those will need to be taken into the post office. The one with the card will be registered mail, so as to ensure it. So... Late, on the cards, but they will be sent, this time, finally. Ugh... Later, or maybe good night.
Well?
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Going to bed, eventually, at 6:00, meant that I am just waking. Yeah, I heard the phone. Little I could do about it. Same with the alarm. I'm about to shower then call my friend back. Gah! I hope he wouldn't mind an afternoon run. Thursday, right? Yeah, okay. Ugh... to just... get going! Hmm... I better do laundry soon. Clean clothes are become nearly as scarce as hen's teeth, not counting abominations.
Medicine has been taken. I keep forgetting night meds, of the pill form. Odd, I don't forget it all. Never mind. Though that might be why mornings are so rough and why I have trouble sleeping. While that stuff is good, once I am too level... as I am essentially... it does knock the speed tick down a bit. Yeah, I'll... get on that. But, first, today. I need to get a shower before calling. Otherwise he'll want me to go in as is. Which, technically, is fine. But... fine for other folk. A shower, especially in day hours, but certainly since this would be the second day since a shower and this isn't an emergency. Though it might cut into his nap time. :p
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Going to bed, eventually, at 6:00, meant that I am just waking. Yeah, I heard the phone. Little I could do about it. Same with the alarm. I'm about to shower then call my friend back. Gah! I hope he wouldn't mind an afternoon run. Thursday, right? Yeah, okay. Ugh... to just... get going! Hmm... I better do laundry soon. Clean clothes are become nearly as scarce as hen's teeth, not counting abominations.
Medicine has been taken. I keep forgetting night meds, of the pill form. Odd, I don't forget it all. Never mind. Though that might be why mornings are so rough and why I have trouble sleeping. While that stuff is good, once I am too level... as I am essentially... it does knock the speed tick down a bit. Yeah, I'll... get on that. But, first, today. I need to get a shower before calling. Otherwise he'll want me to go in as is. Which, technically, is fine. But... fine for other folk. A shower, especially in day hours, but certainly since this would be the second day since a shower and this isn't an emergency. Though it might cut into his nap time. :p
Up too late.
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I lost track, trying to get past the difficult spot in the game. Bleh. Between it and staying up too late, I'm am bordering between getting a headache and getting a migraine. At least I tolerate migraines better than most. If I can keep the lights dim and the sound level down... I could continue to play! :p Seriously, Marge, there is something wrong with the boy... or... some such. Never mind. I'm headed to bed. I'll set the alarm for noon. I'll keep the phone near so that if my friend calls I might hear it, and I'll try to get in to town to... see what he might want to do. I'd like to finish off his machine, though, too. Snappy.
It ain't pretty, but it isn't too bad, either. It's just, still, a bit... confusing. I am just bordering on being perpetually a bit too tired, even without the game. Focus is just a wee off, but can be had for moments. It's the middling ground. Not good enough but not hell or purgatory or void, either.
Now that I have all the paints I want, and the ideas rolling in my head, I am hoping to get to that... hmm, Friday would it be? Tomorrow? Sleeping over makes deciding what day it really is a messy thing. Too tired to think for it to all make sense. First, just painting the barrel and the inside of the foregrip with the heat paint... It is a primer as well as a top coat, I guess. They suggest baking the parts, but... beside the fact that I don't think so... at all... the rifle wouldn't fit in the oven without removing the barrel, and that's just not going to happen. No, after that coat, I'll have to wait. The can suggest 48 hours, but I don't think so there, either. I am going with 24 hours between coats. Yeah... it's going to be a pain. I do believe I have figured out how to get a tan outline. I will be painting the whole thing tan, first. Then I will cut out general, large, shapes, from the tape. I will cut designs in the tape, but place the tape, hole but cut, then paint it black. Then I will removed the inner designs, in parts, though putting the pieces back on wax paper, so as to be able to put them over the dried parts. So that I can get the multiple colors inside the designs. Yeah, it's... going to be rather technical, and may end up being a lot of work. And, really, it isn't the right camo for hereabouts, so is really just a style thing. And yet... It's going home. I've never had a home, proper. But I have had some places I called home. It's... something to do, as well.
Sassy is laying on my arm. She's telling me it's bedtime. She never does this, save when she knows poppo should go to bed. Little nag. Meh, I need teh nagging(tm). So... Good night.
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I lost track, trying to get past the difficult spot in the game. Bleh. Between it and staying up too late, I'm am bordering between getting a headache and getting a migraine. At least I tolerate migraines better than most. If I can keep the lights dim and the sound level down... I could continue to play! :p Seriously, Marge, there is something wrong with the boy... or... some such. Never mind. I'm headed to bed. I'll set the alarm for noon. I'll keep the phone near so that if my friend calls I might hear it, and I'll try to get in to town to... see what he might want to do. I'd like to finish off his machine, though, too. Snappy.
It ain't pretty, but it isn't too bad, either. It's just, still, a bit... confusing. I am just bordering on being perpetually a bit too tired, even without the game. Focus is just a wee off, but can be had for moments. It's the middling ground. Not good enough but not hell or purgatory or void, either.
Now that I have all the paints I want, and the ideas rolling in my head, I am hoping to get to that... hmm, Friday would it be? Tomorrow? Sleeping over makes deciding what day it really is a messy thing. Too tired to think for it to all make sense. First, just painting the barrel and the inside of the foregrip with the heat paint... It is a primer as well as a top coat, I guess. They suggest baking the parts, but... beside the fact that I don't think so... at all... the rifle wouldn't fit in the oven without removing the barrel, and that's just not going to happen. No, after that coat, I'll have to wait. The can suggest 48 hours, but I don't think so there, either. I am going with 24 hours between coats. Yeah... it's going to be a pain. I do believe I have figured out how to get a tan outline. I will be painting the whole thing tan, first. Then I will cut out general, large, shapes, from the tape. I will cut designs in the tape, but place the tape, hole but cut, then paint it black. Then I will removed the inner designs, in parts, though putting the pieces back on wax paper, so as to be able to put them over the dried parts. So that I can get the multiple colors inside the designs. Yeah, it's... going to be rather technical, and may end up being a lot of work. And, really, it isn't the right camo for hereabouts, so is really just a style thing. And yet... It's going home. I've never had a home, proper. But I have had some places I called home. It's... something to do, as well.
Sassy is laying on my arm. She's telling me it's bedtime. She never does this, save when she knows poppo should go to bed. Little nag. Meh, I need teh nagging(tm). So... Good night.
Sort of stuck.
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My friend called today, but before I woke. I didn't notice it until later in the afternoon. Too late. I am going to try to be up earlier tomorrow, and give him a call. I'll also keep the phone where I can hear it, in case he calls earlier. Now, I did, finally, make it out tonight, but very late. I couldn't have showered and gone to town. I took a shower yesterday though, and there is such a thing as a baseball cap. I hate doing that, even at midnight. Why go in today when I will, hopefully, be going in tomorrow? Because I wanted to get my shopping out of the way so that if he needs or wants transport, I can just focus on that. I'm not doing the best, so... splitting tasks up seems to be the best way for me to approach problems, when I can.
I'm stuck, again, in the game, too. That has been chewing up an inordinate amount of my time and energy. Actually, that means about three or four hours a day. Hey, that's about all of the time I have to bring to focus on a problem. And, then, the rest of the time is spent sitting, listening to music, lightly reading blogs and news. The girls hate when I get stuck in the game. They get ignored, and shooed off. I actually feel bad about that. So I try to take breaks and... well... cuddle. :) Have you ever hurt a cat's feelings? Yeah, they have them. As a bonus, I've been letting them sleep in with me for the last few days. And, yeah, that makes up for it. Why they like sleeping with me, I have no idea. Sam, though? I think she plots how to kill me. She is just a weirdo when she thinks I am sleeping. I have exceptional night vision, and watch her just watching me... looking for a weakness, I think. Creepy, but funny. She reminds me a lot of the women I have... known. It's definitely a love hate hate thing. Fear stays their claws. Mostly.
Oh, I did get some birthday cards. They will be late, but... I still need to pick up a gift certificate tomorrow, but that is the only thing on my list. I bought the heat resistant paint, and the tan/khaki I needed. Milk, butter, and whole whipping cream as well. Since I am drinking whole whipping cream in my coffee now, I have cut back to two gallons of whole milk a week. Yes, I love me some dairy and some fat. Well... An hour or two more of playing, as I am too sprung from the trip to sleep.
Good night Jean.
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My friend called today, but before I woke. I didn't notice it until later in the afternoon. Too late. I am going to try to be up earlier tomorrow, and give him a call. I'll also keep the phone where I can hear it, in case he calls earlier. Now, I did, finally, make it out tonight, but very late. I couldn't have showered and gone to town. I took a shower yesterday though, and there is such a thing as a baseball cap. I hate doing that, even at midnight. Why go in today when I will, hopefully, be going in tomorrow? Because I wanted to get my shopping out of the way so that if he needs or wants transport, I can just focus on that. I'm not doing the best, so... splitting tasks up seems to be the best way for me to approach problems, when I can.
I'm stuck, again, in the game, too. That has been chewing up an inordinate amount of my time and energy. Actually, that means about three or four hours a day. Hey, that's about all of the time I have to bring to focus on a problem. And, then, the rest of the time is spent sitting, listening to music, lightly reading blogs and news. The girls hate when I get stuck in the game. They get ignored, and shooed off. I actually feel bad about that. So I try to take breaks and... well... cuddle. :) Have you ever hurt a cat's feelings? Yeah, they have them. As a bonus, I've been letting them sleep in with me for the last few days. And, yeah, that makes up for it. Why they like sleeping with me, I have no idea. Sam, though? I think she plots how to kill me. She is just a weirdo when she thinks I am sleeping. I have exceptional night vision, and watch her just watching me... looking for a weakness, I think. Creepy, but funny. She reminds me a lot of the women I have... known. It's definitely a love hate hate thing. Fear stays their claws. Mostly.
Oh, I did get some birthday cards. They will be late, but... I still need to pick up a gift certificate tomorrow, but that is the only thing on my list. I bought the heat resistant paint, and the tan/khaki I needed. Milk, butter, and whole whipping cream as well. Since I am drinking whole whipping cream in my coffee now, I have cut back to two gallons of whole milk a week. Yes, I love me some dairy and some fat. Well... An hour or two more of playing, as I am too sprung from the trip to sleep.
Good night Jean.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
Not off to a great start.
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Beside waking late, and sleeping very hard... I know it because my throat is sore from snoring, I simply could not get going earlier on. I still have a trace of a headache. It's not enough of a thing to try to treat, and at this point may have been from sleeping too hard. I am not giving up though. I just got a shower, and partially dressed. I'm just waiting on dinner to decide what to do next. Perhaps a quick trip to town, for milk, cream, and that certain spray paint. If I do go to town, and do get that, I might lay a primer down, and spray the foregrip inside with the heat resistant paint yet tonight. Hmm, come to think of it, I could prime the whole gun, either way. I'm a little nervous about what to tape off, and how, on the gun. Though I did see a video that offered a better solution. Filling the innards with toilet paper, then taping over it. And putting a toilet paper plug in the barrel. Yeah... that would work.
Not feeling the best, as I said. But as the day drags on, I seem to feel better. Being on medicine, I think, is actually, at this point, helping. It's just that the morning dose takes a bit to kick in. Sleeping too hard, for whatever reason, really adds a lot of drag to the first few hours as well. I'll keep working, pushing, when I can. Funny thing? If hell does come? I am actually more ready for that than most. It's my area. It won't kill me like some. The change in diet and forced exercise will... heal me. It's this fluff that is killing me? Maybe. If I could just get down to some mean camping trips, I think... that would begin to solve some problems. Just enough bacon and beans, with long distances between refills, and more humble surrounds. The heat, cold, bugs, hassle with water, and the rest are restorative. We, most of us, live quite coddled lives, even if we think we have it bad. Trust me.
Hmm? I don't know. I'll... start thinking about some other things to add to my list. Later.
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Beside waking late, and sleeping very hard... I know it because my throat is sore from snoring, I simply could not get going earlier on. I still have a trace of a headache. It's not enough of a thing to try to treat, and at this point may have been from sleeping too hard. I am not giving up though. I just got a shower, and partially dressed. I'm just waiting on dinner to decide what to do next. Perhaps a quick trip to town, for milk, cream, and that certain spray paint. If I do go to town, and do get that, I might lay a primer down, and spray the foregrip inside with the heat resistant paint yet tonight. Hmm, come to think of it, I could prime the whole gun, either way. I'm a little nervous about what to tape off, and how, on the gun. Though I did see a video that offered a better solution. Filling the innards with toilet paper, then taping over it. And putting a toilet paper plug in the barrel. Yeah... that would work.
Not feeling the best, as I said. But as the day drags on, I seem to feel better. Being on medicine, I think, is actually, at this point, helping. It's just that the morning dose takes a bit to kick in. Sleeping too hard, for whatever reason, really adds a lot of drag to the first few hours as well. I'll keep working, pushing, when I can. Funny thing? If hell does come? I am actually more ready for that than most. It's my area. It won't kill me like some. The change in diet and forced exercise will... heal me. It's this fluff that is killing me? Maybe. If I could just get down to some mean camping trips, I think... that would begin to solve some problems. Just enough bacon and beans, with long distances between refills, and more humble surrounds. The heat, cold, bugs, hassle with water, and the rest are restorative. We, most of us, live quite coddled lives, even if we think we have it bad. Trust me.
Hmm? I don't know. I'll... start thinking about some other things to add to my list. Later.
Rough, people...
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I have no idea why things are so locked up. I'm doing pretty good with medicine. And I am doing some things. But a lot of my time is spent hunkered down. I've been researching, tinkering, reading, and such. But I am just on the edge of things. At least when I do get to things, I do them well. My memory is good, what of memory there is to recall, albeit. I have the sense of having a minor, ongoing, fever. Just off to the side. It's not that I do have a fever, it's just that feeling you get as you are going into a fever. I've had that for weeks. Think back to the last fever you had. Remember that off feeling, sensation, that made concentration a bit difficult? I keep expecting other symptoms, but I have gone through this, off and on, since I first became sick. I'm not sure what it is. Flashbacks from the viral infection that zapped my heart? Or my body going through something where it tries to fight the long dead attack, realizes the fight was one to relents, but gets stuck in a ready state? Dunno. Mushy... that's how it feels.
The sun comes and goes, lately, too. It's warm enough for me, easily. I ought to be out, even just on my own. But I can't quite get to it. Just a drive, a little target practice, maybe a minor hike. Some fresh air, a little sunshine. But even now, with clouds for curtains, the daylight is a bit bright. With the fever, there is a feeling that a headache could pop at any moment, perhaps even a migraine. Perhaps I do fight some sickness, from time to time, a carrier of something more than an actual sufferer. Then again, the stuff they popped into us, before sending us overseas... I didn't think about it back then, but in the last decade I researched it. Some people have bad reactions to those huge doses of stuff. Dunno, as I said.
I'll keep trying. I had hoped the beer night would break me out of it. It does, usually. Not this time. Then again, I wasn't quite feeling it, the call to beer. I just did it anyway. That might be it. Yes, Doom has various home remedies, that is one of them. And, quite often, it does work. It, if nothing else, by the volume of flow, cleans and clears every organ. The alcohol probably kills some of that which ails me. Not so much this time, but... Medicine doesn't always work.
I may still try to get to town later. Milk and cream, and the heat treatment spray paint are on the list, and depending on the time, perhaps a visit with my friend. Who knows, but it's the goal. Later.
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I have no idea why things are so locked up. I'm doing pretty good with medicine. And I am doing some things. But a lot of my time is spent hunkered down. I've been researching, tinkering, reading, and such. But I am just on the edge of things. At least when I do get to things, I do them well. My memory is good, what of memory there is to recall, albeit. I have the sense of having a minor, ongoing, fever. Just off to the side. It's not that I do have a fever, it's just that feeling you get as you are going into a fever. I've had that for weeks. Think back to the last fever you had. Remember that off feeling, sensation, that made concentration a bit difficult? I keep expecting other symptoms, but I have gone through this, off and on, since I first became sick. I'm not sure what it is. Flashbacks from the viral infection that zapped my heart? Or my body going through something where it tries to fight the long dead attack, realizes the fight was one to relents, but gets stuck in a ready state? Dunno. Mushy... that's how it feels.
The sun comes and goes, lately, too. It's warm enough for me, easily. I ought to be out, even just on my own. But I can't quite get to it. Just a drive, a little target practice, maybe a minor hike. Some fresh air, a little sunshine. But even now, with clouds for curtains, the daylight is a bit bright. With the fever, there is a feeling that a headache could pop at any moment, perhaps even a migraine. Perhaps I do fight some sickness, from time to time, a carrier of something more than an actual sufferer. Then again, the stuff they popped into us, before sending us overseas... I didn't think about it back then, but in the last decade I researched it. Some people have bad reactions to those huge doses of stuff. Dunno, as I said.
I'll keep trying. I had hoped the beer night would break me out of it. It does, usually. Not this time. Then again, I wasn't quite feeling it, the call to beer. I just did it anyway. That might be it. Yes, Doom has various home remedies, that is one of them. And, quite often, it does work. It, if nothing else, by the volume of flow, cleans and clears every organ. The alcohol probably kills some of that which ails me. Not so much this time, but... Medicine doesn't always work.
I may still try to get to town later. Milk and cream, and the heat treatment spray paint are on the list, and depending on the time, perhaps a visit with my friend. Who knows, but it's the goal. Later.
Monday, March 17, 2014
Tools, tools, tools.
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Always on my mind. Always. You honestly, almost can't have enough of them. Screwdrivers and sockets disappear, nails and screws get used or rust, they break, and there is always a size, shape, or variety that could be added to make that one odd little task a little easier. Bent screwdrivers have been a recent find that ended up being a lifesaver when putting together my smoker. But what about bent, small or large, star drives? The thing is, tools are expensive. Go buy a shovel, a rake, a hammer, and a good pair of pliers and you will see at least a 100 bill go away. And... it bugs me. Food, of course, is somewhat tended, and really prepped for a greater tending. I have a lot of tools, but many rely on electricity.
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Always on my mind. Always. You honestly, almost can't have enough of them. Screwdrivers and sockets disappear, nails and screws get used or rust, they break, and there is always a size, shape, or variety that could be added to make that one odd little task a little easier. Bent screwdrivers have been a recent find that ended up being a lifesaver when putting together my smoker. But what about bent, small or large, star drives? The thing is, tools are expensive. Go buy a shovel, a rake, a hammer, and a good pair of pliers and you will see at least a 100 bill go away. And... it bugs me. Food, of course, is somewhat tended, and really prepped for a greater tending. I have a lot of tools, but many rely on electricity.
Haiku Monday - Brave
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Oh, fie. Rafael has put up a contest, again. He dares request an audience from the saved damned. So be it. Challenge the gods as you wish! Just twitching your twitch, Raf. I have sympathy for your predicament. Being the lord of the dance, only to be spurned, and then be gracious enough to... abide the command? And then to beg a devil of light his-self? Balls, lad. So be it.
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Oh, fie. Rafael has put up a contest, again. He dares request an audience from the saved damned. So be it. Challenge the gods as you wish! Just twitching your twitch, Raf. I have sympathy for your predicament. Being the lord of the dance, only to be spurned, and then be gracious enough to... abide the command? And then to beg a devil of light his-self? Balls, lad. So be it.
walking with death, sweet!
seen it, done it, shit! not proud
just the facts, madame
walked into the
dirt - saw the rhythm of death
enjoyed the butthurt
embracing woman
she bends, she bows, she powned
I still win, always
Yeah, that might be it.
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I was trying to figure out why I have been so lame lately. Actually, it is probably because I am peaking out on adrenaline... with the game. Yeah, it can do that. This game, in particular, is especially adrenalin driven. Some games I can play through, on the hardest settings, and not have too much trouble. Some games not so much. It is actually rare for a game to... cause this much overflow. Still, that is probably what is making things foggy. Cool weather still, even with the sun, sort of drives some capacity down as well. It's a combo. On the flip side, the game is... exciting molecules that might lead to a breakthrough. Not the big one I am almost seeing ahead, more of a... oh... local maximum. Potentially.
I have been tinkering, on several and varied projects, each requiring their own sets of my abilities. I have been doing a bit of cooking. I have been keeping up on the girls, trash, recycling. But laundry is... woefully in need of attention. Dishes are pretty much up to speed, if the kitchen needs some minor attention. I just don't feel like I'm getting as much done as I would like, or able to aim my capacity. It just sort of goes off and I push in one are or another. Now, the areas I am hitting, save for gaming, are areas I want to hit. But they aren't necessarily first on my list. The rifle, for example, could have waited a month or three. Then again, the parts were in. And hitting while the iron is hot is always a decent plan.
I need to start pulling things together for the Arizona burn. It won't be as heavy, but I want to be more organized this time. The tent and sleeping gear are still "airing out" upstairs. Water jugs are ready, if empty. I might be able to bring some chairs and a table this time, if that might not be as necessary, or wanted, as it was last time. I best start emailing Desert Cat about this and that. I hate the idea of missing the burn this summer, but... We'll see.
I'll keep trying. I'll see what I can get done. For now? While it is late, I am thirsty. I might have enough beer left to quench that thirst. Cold, that is. I still have another container to go in when I finish this one off. Goals, people. Good night, actually, in any case.
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I was trying to figure out why I have been so lame lately. Actually, it is probably because I am peaking out on adrenaline... with the game. Yeah, it can do that. This game, in particular, is especially adrenalin driven. Some games I can play through, on the hardest settings, and not have too much trouble. Some games not so much. It is actually rare for a game to... cause this much overflow. Still, that is probably what is making things foggy. Cool weather still, even with the sun, sort of drives some capacity down as well. It's a combo. On the flip side, the game is... exciting molecules that might lead to a breakthrough. Not the big one I am almost seeing ahead, more of a... oh... local maximum. Potentially.
I have been tinkering, on several and varied projects, each requiring their own sets of my abilities. I have been doing a bit of cooking. I have been keeping up on the girls, trash, recycling. But laundry is... woefully in need of attention. Dishes are pretty much up to speed, if the kitchen needs some minor attention. I just don't feel like I'm getting as much done as I would like, or able to aim my capacity. It just sort of goes off and I push in one are or another. Now, the areas I am hitting, save for gaming, are areas I want to hit. But they aren't necessarily first on my list. The rifle, for example, could have waited a month or three. Then again, the parts were in. And hitting while the iron is hot is always a decent plan.
I need to start pulling things together for the Arizona burn. It won't be as heavy, but I want to be more organized this time. The tent and sleeping gear are still "airing out" upstairs. Water jugs are ready, if empty. I might be able to bring some chairs and a table this time, if that might not be as necessary, or wanted, as it was last time. I best start emailing Desert Cat about this and that. I hate the idea of missing the burn this summer, but... We'll see.
I'll keep trying. I'll see what I can get done. For now? While it is late, I am thirsty. I might have enough beer left to quench that thirst. Cold, that is. I still have another container to go in when I finish this one off. Goals, people. Good night, actually, in any case.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
One more thing with the rifle.
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While tinkering with various things, I noticed that the rear sight flat spring plate seemed to have a bit of rust. Because of the way it was sitting under the front sight, I could not tell if it was severely rusted or just had a touch. I noticed this some time ago, but... well... it wasn't the top of the list, just a little nag in the back of my mind. I happened to be reviewing various sight options, specifically peep sites, when I found a video about removing the front sight! Of course, that would be optimal for checking the rust, and dealing with it. Blah.
After reviewing the video, I was able to easily pop the sight off and look at the spring. Thankfully, the rust was very minor and very much just on the very top of the top layer of the surface metal. I simply cleaned it with the dremel. Easily removing the tiny spot, then removing paint further around to make sure it was as isolated as it seemed. Bare metal isn't optimal, but it beats letting rust set in. Further, I will be painting soon enough, with a rust preventing primer and then layers of rust resisting paint. That should fix that quite well.
As far as the game goes, I had really thought I would just stop. If I couldn't get a specific trophy to pop, I wasn't going to mess too much further. As it turns out, the trophy popped. Which means I can, possibly, go on to get the platinum trophy. The thing is, there is a set of challenges that have to be completed for the platinum. They are a beast. I have decided to run the game on the hardest difficulty, attempting to use methods required, or advised, for the challenges. It's a pain, but it also opens some other things in the game. New outfits or such, and perhaps a few other things.
I haven't been tinkering with the HP-48g lately. Only so much can be done. The next step with it is to figure out how to use the graphing capabilities, just simple graphs to begin with, and figure out how to find specific parts of the graphs, like intercepts and such. I truly hate HP for making such a lousy manual. It seems no one has chosen to write a decent manual for it. I have looked at others, but most that I have found seem to have been written by goobers like the original authors. They all seem to have some stick stuck somewhere it shouldn't, and choose not to deign to speak to people who don't use only higher level math parlance. And while I am good at math, or have been, I'm not an idocrat mathnerd. Grh!
Tomorrow? Hmm... Probably to town. I need to buy a couple of cards, get a gift certificate, and check on my friend. Oh, and buy heat resistant spray paint. Always something else, innit? But... I sort of like that. Good night.
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While tinkering with various things, I noticed that the rear sight flat spring plate seemed to have a bit of rust. Because of the way it was sitting under the front sight, I could not tell if it was severely rusted or just had a touch. I noticed this some time ago, but... well... it wasn't the top of the list, just a little nag in the back of my mind. I happened to be reviewing various sight options, specifically peep sites, when I found a video about removing the front sight! Of course, that would be optimal for checking the rust, and dealing with it. Blah.
After reviewing the video, I was able to easily pop the sight off and look at the spring. Thankfully, the rust was very minor and very much just on the very top of the top layer of the surface metal. I simply cleaned it with the dremel. Easily removing the tiny spot, then removing paint further around to make sure it was as isolated as it seemed. Bare metal isn't optimal, but it beats letting rust set in. Further, I will be painting soon enough, with a rust preventing primer and then layers of rust resisting paint. That should fix that quite well.
As far as the game goes, I had really thought I would just stop. If I couldn't get a specific trophy to pop, I wasn't going to mess too much further. As it turns out, the trophy popped. Which means I can, possibly, go on to get the platinum trophy. The thing is, there is a set of challenges that have to be completed for the platinum. They are a beast. I have decided to run the game on the hardest difficulty, attempting to use methods required, or advised, for the challenges. It's a pain, but it also opens some other things in the game. New outfits or such, and perhaps a few other things.
I haven't been tinkering with the HP-48g lately. Only so much can be done. The next step with it is to figure out how to use the graphing capabilities, just simple graphs to begin with, and figure out how to find specific parts of the graphs, like intercepts and such. I truly hate HP for making such a lousy manual. It seems no one has chosen to write a decent manual for it. I have looked at others, but most that I have found seem to have been written by goobers like the original authors. They all seem to have some stick stuck somewhere it shouldn't, and choose not to deign to speak to people who don't use only higher level math parlance. And while I am good at math, or have been, I'm not an idocrat mathnerd. Grh!
Tomorrow? Hmm... Probably to town. I need to buy a couple of cards, get a gift certificate, and check on my friend. Oh, and buy heat resistant spray paint. Always something else, innit? But... I sort of like that. Good night.
Haiku Monday - Corner (late, but upon request)
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I didn't play last week, and probably not this week. Just... not quite up to it. Still, a glad request gets a glad response. :)
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I didn't play last week, and probably not this week. Just... not quite up to it. Still, a glad request gets a glad response. :)
it seems like a turn
at 90 degrees, no-go?
with the right help - easy
I can see it. Just
over there. My time arrives.
Believe it or else, life.
Oh, these aren't finger pointing, boys and girls. These are just my stories, one past, one possibly future. I thought about the topic. I just couldn't figure out how to... get it all down. Yeah, that might make one question the last. Just... trust me. Life is returning. While speaking with a gentleman who knows me, he mentioned something I had forgotten. In spite of even my mid-range troubles... he can't remember the last time I haven't been awake when he called. The phone was dead one day, but other than that... When he first knew me, he never knew when I would be awake, or in what kind of shape I might be found.
I may be heading for a corner, in my health. Of course, even with bright eyes and bushy tail about it? I'm still just a wee... doubtful. Death? *grins* I don't think so, but that WOULD be a turn in my health. *laughs* Oh, just teasing. I really do think things are preparing to improve. Time will tell.
Those tools I purchased for no apparent use are quite handy.
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From mother to sister to girlfriends, I have always been question about my interest in buying tools. In my mind, I always saw the uses, applications, even if I wasn't buying them for a specific task at hand. And, when I had a specific job, and need a tool, I will often pick up a few other tools. Simply getting the foregrip on the rifle, another non-necessary item if you ask most women albeit, was not possible without a dremel. No, it doesn't look perfect. While I did make it functional, mistakes went along with the task. I am guessing, that is how it is with most work. Fabrication, mechanics, plumbing, welding... these are arts. Aesthetics are second, for real work applications, if they do have their place. For beginners, such as me, that place is rather far down the line.
Oh, I didn't ding up the job terribly. There are limits. And I did clean up my mistakes fairly well. But in the process, the work is very messy. You sort of have to ignore that, to a degree, and hope cleanup shakes out anything too rough. There are guys who have learned a steady hand, absolute proper tools, and perhaps additional gear by which to perfect the art. Of course, that may well go downhill with age, too. We just aren't meant to attain perfection... yet. I sure our second earth will have a place for guns, at least until we get bored with 40 mile target practice, figuring out the perfect caliber for this or that, and tiring of it all, save for shoots on Saturday or something.
After fitting the foregrip, still snug as I wanted it, and assembling the forepart of the rifle, I see that there is not looseness between the grip top and bottom. With the gas tube in place and tightened, and some other things as they should be, the grip is perfect. I did remove the side picatiny rails. No use for them, in my book, as I see things... at this time. However I am saving those, along with the other extra, old, and parts under consideration. Who knows, maybe a flashlight on the side might be nice. I just don't think so. Too much prep and tactical is, essentially, junk. Rechargeable batteries? Lasers? My idea of extra might be a night sight. To two hundred yards, the iron sights are just fine.
I have one other manual piece of work to do with the rifle. AK iron sights are fine, for what they are, simple additions to an inexpensive, cheap really, rifle. The sight picture on the rear sights is barely a slat, just enough to barely be able to put the forward blade in the slat, but not really great at evening the blade in the slat. A piece of advice I heard, and approved, was that opening up the window would greatly improve the capacity of the sight system. To that ends, I plan to do a bit of filing... using one of those extra tool sets I happened to purchase while getting a circular saw, or the blades for it, I do believe.
Then? Painting. I did forget something else I wanted though. I would like to get black, heat tolerant, spray paint. Basically what you would use for a grill or such. I want to paint the barrel with that. I'm going to do some research to decide if primer should go on before even that or not. Probably primer first, but this is a new type of project for me. As well, I plan on painting the inside of the foregrip with that stuff, and the gas tube. Then put it all together and finish with a camo job. Further, I do believe I have figured out how to keep a tan/khaki outline. It'll be a little trickier to work the tape, as what I need to do is paint a base tan, cut a general outline in the tape, cut out a lesser outline keeping the trim I want... Hmm... well. Not quite. I'll continue pondering. Gah!
Why such minor details, why this paint and that, why, why, why!?! Because... if I have to, or want to, do a job, I want to do it right, from the start, through the process, and to the end. While it might be a cheap way of throwing lead, it is an item I both enjoy and appreciate. It is mine. And it will be done correctly, or at least as correctly as I can. It started with the purchase, went on to the first degreasing and cleaning, then on to sanding the surfaces and oiling and soon to be greasing, and now to finish the thing off just right. Some things I can't do well, housekeeping. I love the notion, but it doesn't make sense to me on many levels. But a rifle? That makes sense. My guess is there are other areas that make sense. Mostly in the mechanical field, though perhaps there is room for other things, such as minor electrical. So... I do what I do and I do it as right as I know how. Learning, always, in any case. Yum!
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From mother to sister to girlfriends, I have always been question about my interest in buying tools. In my mind, I always saw the uses, applications, even if I wasn't buying them for a specific task at hand. And, when I had a specific job, and need a tool, I will often pick up a few other tools. Simply getting the foregrip on the rifle, another non-necessary item if you ask most women albeit, was not possible without a dremel. No, it doesn't look perfect. While I did make it functional, mistakes went along with the task. I am guessing, that is how it is with most work. Fabrication, mechanics, plumbing, welding... these are arts. Aesthetics are second, for real work applications, if they do have their place. For beginners, such as me, that place is rather far down the line.
Oh, I didn't ding up the job terribly. There are limits. And I did clean up my mistakes fairly well. But in the process, the work is very messy. You sort of have to ignore that, to a degree, and hope cleanup shakes out anything too rough. There are guys who have learned a steady hand, absolute proper tools, and perhaps additional gear by which to perfect the art. Of course, that may well go downhill with age, too. We just aren't meant to attain perfection... yet. I sure our second earth will have a place for guns, at least until we get bored with 40 mile target practice, figuring out the perfect caliber for this or that, and tiring of it all, save for shoots on Saturday or something.
After fitting the foregrip, still snug as I wanted it, and assembling the forepart of the rifle, I see that there is not looseness between the grip top and bottom. With the gas tube in place and tightened, and some other things as they should be, the grip is perfect. I did remove the side picatiny rails. No use for them, in my book, as I see things... at this time. However I am saving those, along with the other extra, old, and parts under consideration. Who knows, maybe a flashlight on the side might be nice. I just don't think so. Too much prep and tactical is, essentially, junk. Rechargeable batteries? Lasers? My idea of extra might be a night sight. To two hundred yards, the iron sights are just fine.
I have one other manual piece of work to do with the rifle. AK iron sights are fine, for what they are, simple additions to an inexpensive, cheap really, rifle. The sight picture on the rear sights is barely a slat, just enough to barely be able to put the forward blade in the slat, but not really great at evening the blade in the slat. A piece of advice I heard, and approved, was that opening up the window would greatly improve the capacity of the sight system. To that ends, I plan to do a bit of filing... using one of those extra tool sets I happened to purchase while getting a circular saw, or the blades for it, I do believe.
Then? Painting. I did forget something else I wanted though. I would like to get black, heat tolerant, spray paint. Basically what you would use for a grill or such. I want to paint the barrel with that. I'm going to do some research to decide if primer should go on before even that or not. Probably primer first, but this is a new type of project for me. As well, I plan on painting the inside of the foregrip with that stuff, and the gas tube. Then put it all together and finish with a camo job. Further, I do believe I have figured out how to keep a tan/khaki outline. It'll be a little trickier to work the tape, as what I need to do is paint a base tan, cut a general outline in the tape, cut out a lesser outline keeping the trim I want... Hmm... well. Not quite. I'll continue pondering. Gah!
Why such minor details, why this paint and that, why, why, why!?! Because... if I have to, or want to, do a job, I want to do it right, from the start, through the process, and to the end. While it might be a cheap way of throwing lead, it is an item I both enjoy and appreciate. It is mine. And it will be done correctly, or at least as correctly as I can. It started with the purchase, went on to the first degreasing and cleaning, then on to sanding the surfaces and oiling and soon to be greasing, and now to finish the thing off just right. Some things I can't do well, housekeeping. I love the notion, but it doesn't make sense to me on many levels. But a rifle? That makes sense. My guess is there are other areas that make sense. Mostly in the mechanical field, though perhaps there is room for other things, such as minor electrical. So... I do what I do and I do it as right as I know how. Learning, always, in any case. Yum!
Welding.
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I have been thinking about putting together more of a shop. I still don't have my area in the garage worked, but then I'm still not quite on my feet, and I have a few things coming up and in the works as is. I do have real limits. Still, welding has been on my mind for quite some time. Beyond being a neat toy, there is some serious function to it. I will need to redo the electrical in my garage, and push 240 to it. Might as well add in a number of other solid, higher amp, outlets while I am at it, for other tools. So, yeah, a whole pack of projects just to get to the point where welding could even take place. Still, Desert Cat is just figuring out his electrical works in order to begin opening his welding shop.
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I have been thinking about putting together more of a shop. I still don't have my area in the garage worked, but then I'm still not quite on my feet, and I have a few things coming up and in the works as is. I do have real limits. Still, welding has been on my mind for quite some time. Beyond being a neat toy, there is some serious function to it. I will need to redo the electrical in my garage, and push 240 to it. Might as well add in a number of other solid, higher amp, outlets while I am at it, for other tools. So, yeah, a whole pack of projects just to get to the point where welding could even take place. Still, Desert Cat is just figuring out his electrical works in order to begin opening his welding shop.
What a dream.
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In the dream, the government and citizens were at war. Beyond battle gear, which had pretty much been standardized, environment suits were required. Not that the whole nation had been contaminated, nor was what was contaminated long term, but the use of chemicals and bios was in play. Returning home from a scouting mission, one of the women came out to great us. Some of the guys were talking trash, but I can't remember what it was about. The woman became offended about some of the language. As one of the elders on the council for running affairs, she believed she had a duty.
She let it be known that these men would not be allowed their environment suits, an area she was managing... the repair and replacement was one of her areas. I called a meeting, held on a cliff. In the meeting, where all who could make it were present, as well as the council, I let it be known that no longer was thought policing in effect. I told the woman that she was threatening the lives of the soldiers who made her, and everyone else's lives possible, and that this would no longer, ever again, be tolerated. I called her up to the bench, grabbed her, and whirled her off the cliff. I then suggested that if any others had any complaints, sort them out personally. But any threat against men for speaking, officially or unofficially, would never be tolerated. That is what we are fighting against.
Things will reset back to the way they were. It is the way it will go. Those who have forced this government monstrosity to were it is will also have to be taught. It's just the way of it. Nag? Fine. Though police? Not tolerable. Men will speak their minds, even if they are wrong, again. Other men will handle that. If a man proves unworthy of civil living, he will be dealt with, but by his actions not words will he be judged. Women, in politics, is the problem. This too will be dealt with. Even if my side loses, the other side merely completely invalidates the vote, or North Korea's dictator would not have gotten 100% of the vote. Either women lose their emancipation, or we all do. Simple choices.
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In the dream, the government and citizens were at war. Beyond battle gear, which had pretty much been standardized, environment suits were required. Not that the whole nation had been contaminated, nor was what was contaminated long term, but the use of chemicals and bios was in play. Returning home from a scouting mission, one of the women came out to great us. Some of the guys were talking trash, but I can't remember what it was about. The woman became offended about some of the language. As one of the elders on the council for running affairs, she believed she had a duty.
She let it be known that these men would not be allowed their environment suits, an area she was managing... the repair and replacement was one of her areas. I called a meeting, held on a cliff. In the meeting, where all who could make it were present, as well as the council, I let it be known that no longer was thought policing in effect. I told the woman that she was threatening the lives of the soldiers who made her, and everyone else's lives possible, and that this would no longer, ever again, be tolerated. I called her up to the bench, grabbed her, and whirled her off the cliff. I then suggested that if any others had any complaints, sort them out personally. But any threat against men for speaking, officially or unofficially, would never be tolerated. That is what we are fighting against.
Things will reset back to the way they were. It is the way it will go. Those who have forced this government monstrosity to were it is will also have to be taught. It's just the way of it. Nag? Fine. Though police? Not tolerable. Men will speak their minds, even if they are wrong, again. Other men will handle that. If a man proves unworthy of civil living, he will be dealt with, but by his actions not words will he be judged. Women, in politics, is the problem. This too will be dealt with. Even if my side loses, the other side merely completely invalidates the vote, or North Korea's dictator would not have gotten 100% of the vote. Either women lose their emancipation, or we all do. Simple choices.
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