To finish tonight or not.

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The last bits for construction of the sun cover for the kayak arrived.  Well, enough to make it operational.  I did order neoprene glue-on blocks that I want to cut into strips and attach to the base pipe which rests on the the raft's side inflatable tanks.  Those will both act as a protective layer, but also add grip between the two parts of the boat.  I opened the package as soon as they arrived.  I have been looking them over every half hour since, mortified.  They just look too small.  These companies are horrible.  What a 3/4 inch pipe is depends on which application, manufacturer, or salesman believes it to be, rarely having anything to do with any measurement you could take in real life.  And, then, depending on new or old systems, when it does match up with something, whether it is inside or outside diameter is a whole other thing.  Yes, yes, I should have taken my calipers to the pipes before ordering.  Just because the seller said this would match to the pipes another store sold does not mean anything, less so as time ticks on and the realization that economic destruction can't be avoided.  Everybody is just trying to push whatever they can out some door before they can't.  They don't care if you get what you need, they just need and want and are being whipped to MOVE STOCK.  They would nearly give much of it away if they could.  A few pennies in, even if a paper debt of billions, translated right, and they will be ahead when the whole system fails.  If they have gold, or silver, or hard currency, or various currencies, or... even if they make it to America illegally but broke... so they believe.

The myth of America is over.  The wealth is, mostly, just in selling debt, packaging loans, borrowing and betting to make more debt to package.  It is, currently, ground zero for economic ruin.  It is the factory that makes the economic weapons which will guarantee world economic collapse.  Well, sure, Europeans are vying for the title as well.  The Chinese are like the poor retarded redheaded step child that tries to be as bad as the other kids, but just doesn't get it.  Well, it gets it.  It's just now how or where or why they would like it.  Every time they react, they are three paces behind.  Oddly, that might, very possibly, work in their favor.  You see, bad kids are self destructive.  Following them down their rabbit hole is not a wise thing.  Now, China is not wise, but being less capable of economic evil through socialist retardation which makes corrupting the markets much harder may simply work in their favor.  I guess their might be some benefits to slaying all of your elites, but only if you plan on continuing in their evil... talk about never learning though.  No trick, just too stupid to jump off the cliff as far out so as to fall all the way down the cliff... only half way.  Not a forgiveness, mind you.  The intent is just the same.

Oh, right, the dubious fittings.  Yes, every half hour.  It took some time to wake up, then to work up the nerve.  It's still at around 80, inside and out.  So that isn't happy.  And, tonight, at least so far, it feels like a hot 80.  Yeah, I don't get it either.  Might have to see if humidity is changing, or a high or low moved through, or... something else.  It might simply be subjectivity, if I don't think so.  I did get out.  And, to much... relief... they parts fit.  I might, if it cools more later, see if I can get the kayak finished.  I would love to get out with it, but yeah no.  WAY too busy, everywhere, this weekend.  And nothing says long weekend, even if they don't know why, than leaving work Thursday night and staying sloshed and stuffed until Tuesday work?  Who knows.  What I am sure is that until Tuesday or Wednesday of next week, leaving the cave will be like going into SLC on a weekend.  No thank you.  I love you all, but bugger off, I'm retired.  I could just see my kayak getting cut in half by a moron with a super power boat, and me having to swim over, rip his head off, do terrible things down his wind pipe, and then to have to explain that to all the various leo departments which would have an interest in hearing the story for themselves.  You swam to catch his boat?  Well, yeah.  You removed his head with your bare hands?  Uhrm-hmm.  You used his shirt to wipe?  Yup.  You want me to draw you pictures officer?  Ha.  Would you?  Meh.

I noticed some problems lately.  Yeah, I'll be talking to someone soon.  I sense a problem, just didn't realize how, or if, it would manifest.  Well, it did.  She thinks being pretty is enough, or that she deserves attention.  She reads here, she knows what I write.  She simply doesn't believe.  Stories.  And, fine.  I won't disagree, to a degree.  If I won't agree either, if that is neither here nor there.  Are you following?  Doubt it, but anyway.  Beauty, hers, should be enough.  But what I have written, that beauty is not even the starting point, only the admittance fee, isn't a story and I don't negotiate on my blog or in the flesh on that.  That doesn't even get a woman to the line.  No, she doesn't believe that, in spite of the fact that I pretty much ignore her.  But why?  I don't even know her, right?  Ah, but she doesn't understand, I really DO see in the dark.  A woman who isn't chaste, no matter how beautiful, is dead to me.  A used sex toy holds about the same appeal.  And, yes, I can tell.

Don't get me wrong.  She really is tops, but as far as I can tell, that is skin deep.  Beyond not interesting me for the reasons I have mentioned, she isn't even actually interested.  She merely wants me to give her dues.  I think I have covered the dues of pride.  At the end, close your eyes, and think of lily... well... white snow.  If she truly wants her dues, I've got her card.  I have them with me at all times.  I have no trouble handing them to those who demand them.  Best to know your place, little one.  Best to heed warnings, see the signs, and keep your charms out of harms way.  Or I will remember you, and introduce the shadow of who you think you are with who you really are.


You aren't my flame.  If you aren't a moth, either.  You are irrelevant to me, and I should be to you as well.  Best to fix that if you have a problem.  Either do the simple things you need to do, do them right, and deal with your issues on your own, or I will make it much more clear, personally, publicly, and directly.  Don't play with a fox, certainly not an old one who can turn reality on it's head.  *wink*