"Hey, I know! Kids! Let's put on a SHOW!" - Mickey Rooney
Nah, fuck that. Let's make scaled-down-wall-hanging-sized canoe paddles out of driftwood. I'll be rich and famous in a heartbeat. Or not. As I was explaining to my Brother: "It's not so much a 'commercial venture' as it is just Something To Do." My Landlord's always telling me to: "Stay out of trouble." This just might be the Winter Project that the cat drug in...
The way I have it figured, #1: Drift wood is free, I already have the Dremel Tool and a scad of attachment wheels, burling tools and what have ya' so, "why not?" #2: Nuthin' but free time on my hands anyway so, "why not?" #3: Fall and then Winter aren't going to "stop" because I'm bored so, "why not?" Lots of other "why not's" hanging around.
Just a quick note here. I case you thought I might have stopped banging away at this dead horse or something.
"Why NOT?" is kind of a basic philosophy in this neck o' the woods during Winter. If ya' don't have a dog or a steady Girlfriend, you're going to need something to keep from going nuts. "Fun" has to be imported.
-Doc
Note: After some basic market research, I discovered that the small paddles are being produced by Froggy Native Women in some Gawd Forsaken Sweatshop, somewhere, for about $10.00, with a canoe! So, there pops that bubble... I'd end up making about $0.50 an hour if I made them and let somebody else sell them. Of course, I'll still make one of my own, from nice wood, to hang on my wall. No Anchovy Ranch is complete without a good assortment of Nautically Themed Knick-Knacks.
Monday, August 31, 2015
Saturday, August 22, 2015
James Brown Is Dead
Yesterday, I took myself "out for a walk." Nuthin' special, just a jaunt around the neighborhood and a good excuse to both get some exercise and ditch the drama parade of my immediate surroundings. Along the way, I stopped into a couple of thrift stores, bought a 1940's-'50's Girl Scout adjustable Sterling ring, a Dave Mason LP "It's Like You Never Left," and 9 CD's, mostly stuff I'd never heard before. The exception being Ry Cooder's "Paris, Texas" movie soundtrack. Great music there.
A local Independent Record/Tape/CD Store relocated and downsized, leaving the owner with a TON of stuff that wouldn't fit into the new place. It ended up at the thrift store, which, no doubt, offered the owner a healthy tax write-off. Or, maybe he's just a nice guy. Which, he is. The thrift store is selling all his "B-Stock" for 2-for-a-buck. Neat-O for me.
The ring looks like this and cost me all of $2.00. I have to put it to a mandrel and hammer it round again.
So, I'm "up" in the middle of the night, listening to the CD's and drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and "watching" but not "listening" to TV. Discovery Science Channel stuff. One of the nice things about not having "a job to go to" is that I can get up and/or go to sleep any damned time I feel like it. I can also: Have ice cream for breakfast if I want to. Run around the house naked all day if I choose to, swear without having to put a quarter into a jar or whatever, drink coffee and smoke cigarettes at 03:00, listen to the weirdest music imaginable without anyone telling me that it sucks, engage in bizarre Science Projects over at The Work Bench (Which, "yes" is in my Living Room) and in this case, choose to not participate in the Drama Circus during Daylight Hours that my Apartment Complex (Only 9 Units) has recently turned into.
Right now, the movie is: "The Witches That Wouldn't Leave." Very Bizarre Dysfunctional Family kind of thang. Think The Ramones singing: "We're A Happy Family." Just really negative energy Assclowns. Idiots from The Bay Area's Butt Hole, Benicia. A Suburb of Oakland, as far as I'm concerned. I've simply: "Turned their channel off." This paragraph is all the space they get to rent in my head.
The CD Listening Party:
1. James Brown Is Dead. 9 song EP, different mixes of JBID.
2. 4 song EP from "Steel Toed Slippers," a Pop sort of Jammy, "We Went To Music School and Would Really Like To Be Famous" sort of band that lives in L.A. now. They're from Arcata, Ca. The home of Aggressive Panhandlers, Air That Smells Like Patchouli and Good Weed, Everywhere. Girls probably like this band allot and follow them around.
3. "Gunbunnies," a band from Memphis, Tn. that was "Produced by Jim Dickenson." I wonder if it's the same Jim Dickenson that I knew on Maui, who Produced bands like The Byrds and Buffalo Springfield back in the 60's. Probably not. Just some guy that has the same name. Or, maybe it is him. This band is a highly commercial product and the album (CD) is worth copying into iTunes, which I just did. Kind of a more polished "Cracker" kind of thing without the Edgy-ness. Good "Housework Music."
4. "Good Riddance." The CD is titled: "Bound By Ties Of Blood And Affection" and looks like it might be a bit political. Donkey and money laying around on the front of the jewel case and Elephant on the back with an Bald eagle clutching a dove in its' talons flying away and more money laying about. Punk Rock. I think they're from Santa Cruz, Ca.. They SOUND like they're from Santa Cruz. Surf Punks. They're pretty good. A few Limey (maybe Aussie) vocal inflections. Well Engineered and "present." Allot of the songs are introduced by clips from movies. You have to be a Weird Movie Junkie to "get" all of the references.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Riddance_(band)
5. Candlebox's "Lucy." I just like this Seattle "Grunge" band. No other reason needed for buying this CD for $0.50, as they all were.
6. The Bottle Rockets "The Brooklyn Side." "These Proud Sons Of Festus, Mo., Came To Brooklyn, N.Y. To Record Their Second Album." (From the jewel case notes) Country Rock from Missouri. 'Nuff said. Definately not for the Politically Correct. They're kind of Sarcastic Assholes. I still like 'em though.
7. Jumbalassy, a "Kind-Of-Ska-Reggae-Calypso" band from Bellingham, Wa.. I used to live in Bellingham. I've seen these guys live. (I'm not a big Reggae Fan and will probably give the hard copy to my neighbor) "It's an O.K. Record" (CD). I know a guy in Salt Lake City that fell in love with the band's name. Then again, he makes his cat wear a tinfoil hat sometimes. I shit you not:
8. The aforementioned Ry Cooder CD, "Music From The Movie, Paris, Texas." Good soundtrack. Ryland Cooder.
I love thrift stores. I could live in one. Forever. On a cot, even.
Time to make some fresh coffee. Yes, I will drink "whatever is in the pot from yesterday" in the middle of the night. If I decide that I'm staying "up," I'll make a new batch.
Uber und Raus,
-Doc
A local Independent Record/Tape/CD Store relocated and downsized, leaving the owner with a TON of stuff that wouldn't fit into the new place. It ended up at the thrift store, which, no doubt, offered the owner a healthy tax write-off. Or, maybe he's just a nice guy. Which, he is. The thrift store is selling all his "B-Stock" for 2-for-a-buck. Neat-O for me.
The ring looks like this and cost me all of $2.00. I have to put it to a mandrel and hammer it round again.
So, I'm "up" in the middle of the night, listening to the CD's and drinking coffee, smoking cigarettes and "watching" but not "listening" to TV. Discovery Science Channel stuff. One of the nice things about not having "a job to go to" is that I can get up and/or go to sleep any damned time I feel like it. I can also: Have ice cream for breakfast if I want to. Run around the house naked all day if I choose to, swear without having to put a quarter into a jar or whatever, drink coffee and smoke cigarettes at 03:00, listen to the weirdest music imaginable without anyone telling me that it sucks, engage in bizarre Science Projects over at The Work Bench (Which, "yes" is in my Living Room) and in this case, choose to not participate in the Drama Circus during Daylight Hours that my Apartment Complex (Only 9 Units) has recently turned into.
Right now, the movie is: "The Witches That Wouldn't Leave." Very Bizarre Dysfunctional Family kind of thang. Think The Ramones singing: "We're A Happy Family." Just really negative energy Assclowns. Idiots from The Bay Area's Butt Hole, Benicia. A Suburb of Oakland, as far as I'm concerned. I've simply: "Turned their channel off." This paragraph is all the space they get to rent in my head.
The CD Listening Party:
1. James Brown Is Dead. 9 song EP, different mixes of JBID.
2. 4 song EP from "Steel Toed Slippers," a Pop sort of Jammy, "We Went To Music School and Would Really Like To Be Famous" sort of band that lives in L.A. now. They're from Arcata, Ca. The home of Aggressive Panhandlers, Air That Smells Like Patchouli and Good Weed, Everywhere. Girls probably like this band allot and follow them around.
3. "Gunbunnies," a band from Memphis, Tn. that was "Produced by Jim Dickenson." I wonder if it's the same Jim Dickenson that I knew on Maui, who Produced bands like The Byrds and Buffalo Springfield back in the 60's. Probably not. Just some guy that has the same name. Or, maybe it is him. This band is a highly commercial product and the album (CD) is worth copying into iTunes, which I just did. Kind of a more polished "Cracker" kind of thing without the Edgy-ness. Good "Housework Music."
4. "Good Riddance." The CD is titled: "Bound By Ties Of Blood And Affection" and looks like it might be a bit political. Donkey and money laying around on the front of the jewel case and Elephant on the back with an Bald eagle clutching a dove in its' talons flying away and more money laying about. Punk Rock. I think they're from Santa Cruz, Ca.. They SOUND like they're from Santa Cruz. Surf Punks. They're pretty good. A few Limey (maybe Aussie) vocal inflections. Well Engineered and "present." Allot of the songs are introduced by clips from movies. You have to be a Weird Movie Junkie to "get" all of the references.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Good_Riddance_(band)
5. Candlebox's "Lucy." I just like this Seattle "Grunge" band. No other reason needed for buying this CD for $0.50, as they all were.
6. The Bottle Rockets "The Brooklyn Side." "These Proud Sons Of Festus, Mo., Came To Brooklyn, N.Y. To Record Their Second Album." (From the jewel case notes) Country Rock from Missouri. 'Nuff said. Definately not for the Politically Correct. They're kind of Sarcastic Assholes. I still like 'em though.
7. Jumbalassy, a "Kind-Of-Ska-Reggae-Calypso" band from Bellingham, Wa.. I used to live in Bellingham. I've seen these guys live. (I'm not a big Reggae Fan and will probably give the hard copy to my neighbor) "It's an O.K. Record" (CD). I know a guy in Salt Lake City that fell in love with the band's name. Then again, he makes his cat wear a tinfoil hat sometimes. I shit you not:
8. The aforementioned Ry Cooder CD, "Music From The Movie, Paris, Texas." Good soundtrack. Ryland Cooder.
I love thrift stores. I could live in one. Forever. On a cot, even.
Time to make some fresh coffee. Yes, I will drink "whatever is in the pot from yesterday" in the middle of the night. If I decide that I'm staying "up," I'll make a new batch.
Uber und Raus,
-Doc
Monday, August 17, 2015
LET THE BAD TIMES ROLL!
I am "getting older." Maybe.
Today, I received a communication from my "Doctor," who is actually a Nurse, which is "better," in my book. I would far prefer to be seen by a Nurse than a Doctor, any day. I digress.
The "notice" was in regards to recent testing of my guts. Lower Abdominal Ultrasound Test, to be exact. Let's just issue a "blanket statement" here: "My previous lifestyle(s) are catching up with me." My Nurse wants to do some more tests. A CT Scan, to be exact. All that carousing and fast life shit is making itself obvious. I have some "gravel" in my gall bladder. Fairly "normal" for somebody my age, I suppose. She wants to see "how many" pieces of grist are in that mill. We already knew that my Liver is somewhat "fatty" and that my Pancreas may be involved as well. Too many booze parties as a younger man. Not Bukowski-esque type benders or anything but, a fairly steady diet of beers and shots over the years. The occasional week long spree while hanging out with the other Fish Morticians and the like. Hell, EVERYBODY in my generation drank too much and slept too little. And... smoked and had unprotected sex (until the 80's) and fucked around with drugs until the novelty wore off. Couple that with working around the Music Business and there ya' go. Health problems in later age.
So...CT Scan next, to determine "what's really going on" in there.
No music today. You have your own anyway.
I see a big Chef's Salad on today's menu horizon.
-Doc
Today, I received a communication from my "Doctor," who is actually a Nurse, which is "better," in my book. I would far prefer to be seen by a Nurse than a Doctor, any day. I digress.
The "notice" was in regards to recent testing of my guts. Lower Abdominal Ultrasound Test, to be exact. Let's just issue a "blanket statement" here: "My previous lifestyle(s) are catching up with me." My Nurse wants to do some more tests. A CT Scan, to be exact. All that carousing and fast life shit is making itself obvious. I have some "gravel" in my gall bladder. Fairly "normal" for somebody my age, I suppose. She wants to see "how many" pieces of grist are in that mill. We already knew that my Liver is somewhat "fatty" and that my Pancreas may be involved as well. Too many booze parties as a younger man. Not Bukowski-esque type benders or anything but, a fairly steady diet of beers and shots over the years. The occasional week long spree while hanging out with the other Fish Morticians and the like. Hell, EVERYBODY in my generation drank too much and slept too little. And... smoked and had unprotected sex (until the 80's) and fucked around with drugs until the novelty wore off. Couple that with working around the Music Business and there ya' go. Health problems in later age.
So...CT Scan next, to determine "what's really going on" in there.
No music today. You have your own anyway.
I see a big Chef's Salad on today's menu horizon.
-Doc
Saturday, August 15, 2015
EU WARNING!
Lions, Man!
France: "Losers. Your Tech Knife has two implements: A Corkscrew and a White Flag."
U.K.: "Winston Churchill's 'breakfast' was a Tumbler of Whiskey and a Geopolitical toss off."
p.s.: Listen to Frankie and Ike kick some serious ass here...
Out,
-Doc
That's all they be here. Take it or leave it. You can take your EU Warnings and stick them wherever they fit. Plain and simple. F.O.A.D..
"Don't you ever miss your house in the country and your Hot Little Mamma's Love?"
"It,' "She," "It" "He," "They," may be pining for your presence. You may "own" a dog or something.
"Ownership." Hmm.
Meanwhile: Back at the Warehouse Of Weird...
All in all: "Blow me. I'm just a Techie."
France: "Losers. Your Tech Knife has two implements: A Corkscrew and a White Flag."
U.K.: "Winston Churchill's 'breakfast' was a Tumbler of Whiskey and a Geopolitical toss off."
p.s.: Listen to Frankie and Ike kick some serious ass here...
Out,
-Doc
Friday, August 7, 2015
Happy Birthday!
Yep. I get "older." No stopping time. Even if there are no more Birthdays. Not that I plan to "stop having them" anytime soon. Time will tell and pressure upon air will sing the song. Physics. Damned "Physics."
Age affords one certain privileges. Grace, hopefully. Temperance of heart. "Experience." An inkling of "knowledge." All that good shit.
Then again, pain, loss of faith in The Human Race, recognition of failures and successes, recollections of people, places and things. Mostly welcome. If not, more easily forgotten than remembered.
Age. Yay! I think I liked being young and dumb, better.
-Doc
Age affords one certain privileges. Grace, hopefully. Temperance of heart. "Experience." An inkling of "knowledge." All that good shit.
Then again, pain, loss of faith in The Human Race, recognition of failures and successes, recollections of people, places and things. Mostly welcome. If not, more easily forgotten than remembered.
Age. Yay! I think I liked being young and dumb, better.
-Doc
Monday, August 3, 2015
EU Cookies Warning Pt. 2
Below, highlighted: This is the notice that I've received. I have no idea what this "Agency" or "Country" is talking about. Any "cookies" on this blog that are received by readers in the EU are coming from Google, not me. As far as I am concerned, this is total Horse Shit. As evidenced by my Blogger Traffic Logs, I don't have any readers in the EU. Period. If you don't want Google placing cookies on your machine and are in the EU, stop reading this Blog. I don't care if you read it or not, basically. It is, as much as anything else, a tool I employ to "creatively waste time" and log memories that don't mean Doodly Squat to anyone but me and a couple of my Friends and Family. I don't have any control over "what" Google does with this thing in your Countries. If you choose to follow links to YouTube videos that I post, you do so also "at your own risk." I have no idea "what" YouTube does, in regard to placing "cookies." That's their domain and when you follow those links, you "leave" this Blog and are at the mercy of YouTube.
This is my "Official Warning" concerning "cookies." Read this Blog at your own risk. This Blog is non-commercial. I am not "selling" anything and there is no revenue or transactions of any kind occurring here.
Peace, Love and Little Chocolate Doughnuts,
-Doc
p.s.- I REALLY don't care if any French people read this or not. You smell funny and are rude. You "stiffed me" when I was a waiter in restaurants and I'm "stiffing you" now. Bon chance, Mon Ami. Thanks for the Statue Of Liberty. Brits- You're a notch above the French. The same "warnings" about cookies still apply. Your two Countries seem to be the ones "kvetching" about the cookies thing. "Cheers, Big Ears" -Walt Disney. (From "Dumbo.")
European Union laws require you to give European Union visitors information about cookies used on your blog. In many cases, these laws also require you to obtain consent.
As a courtesy, we have added a notice on your blog to explain Google's use of certain Blogger and Google cookies, including use of Google Analytics and AdSense cookies.
You are responsible for confirming this notice actually works for your blog, and that it displays. If you employ other cookies, for example by adding third party features, this notice may not work for you. Learn more about this notice and your responsibilities.
This is my "Official Warning" concerning "cookies." Read this Blog at your own risk. This Blog is non-commercial. I am not "selling" anything and there is no revenue or transactions of any kind occurring here.
Peace, Love and Little Chocolate Doughnuts,
-Doc
p.s.- I REALLY don't care if any French people read this or not. You smell funny and are rude. You "stiffed me" when I was a waiter in restaurants and I'm "stiffing you" now. Bon chance, Mon Ami. Thanks for the Statue Of Liberty. Brits- You're a notch above the French. The same "warnings" about cookies still apply. Your two Countries seem to be the ones "kvetching" about the cookies thing. "Cheers, Big Ears" -Walt Disney. (From "Dumbo.")
European Union laws require you to give European Union visitors information about cookies used on your blog. In many cases, these laws also require you to obtain consent.
As a courtesy, we have added a notice on your blog to explain Google's use of certain Blogger and Google cookies, including use of Google Analytics and AdSense cookies.
You are responsible for confirming this notice actually works for your blog, and that it displays. If you employ other cookies, for example by adding third party features, this notice may not work for you. Learn more about this notice and your responsibilities.
Saturday, August 1, 2015
EU Cookies Warning
Today, I received a "notice" from some "agency" in the EU about the legality of Google using cookies with my blog. As far as I am aware, I am not using any cookies and whatever might be "there" is on Google, not me. Rather than suspecting foul play or any legal hassles, I have decided to simply kill this thing off.
Whomever you are, EU Cookie Monster, I want nothing to do with you. Nobody in the EU reads this blog anyway, as evidenced in the traffic stats for the blog. Shit, for that matter, nobody, not even my friends here in the U.S. read it. Fuck Off And Die. This notice will stay up for 24 hours and then the blog will simply vanish. Or, "not." I still haven't gone past the "threat of cancellation" stage. It's probably some horseshit attempt to harass me anyway. The notice "looked legit" but, that doesn't mean Doodly Squat in this Moderne-Au-Go-Go World.
Potentially: "So long, Suckers."
I was going to write about it being Jerry Garcia's birthday, if he were still living. I guess it's still his birthday, even if he's dead. Mine is coming up next week, if I'm still alive. Of course I'll still be alive. Dying would be too damned easy and cowardly...
-Doc
Whomever you are, EU Cookie Monster, I want nothing to do with you. Nobody in the EU reads this blog anyway, as evidenced in the traffic stats for the blog. Shit, for that matter, nobody, not even my friends here in the U.S. read it. Fuck Off And Die. This notice will stay up for 24 hours and then the blog will simply vanish. Or, "not." I still haven't gone past the "threat of cancellation" stage. It's probably some horseshit attempt to harass me anyway. The notice "looked legit" but, that doesn't mean Doodly Squat in this Moderne-Au-Go-Go World.
Potentially: "So long, Suckers."
I was going to write about it being Jerry Garcia's birthday, if he were still living. I guess it's still his birthday, even if he's dead. Mine is coming up next week, if I'm still alive. Of course I'll still be alive. Dying would be too damned easy and cowardly...
-Doc
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