"People sleep peaceably in their beds at night because rough men stand ready in the night to visit violence on those who would do us harm" - George Orwell

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Women often receive warnings about protecting themselves at the mall and in dark parking lots, etc. This is the first warning I have seen for men. I wanted to pass it on in case you haven't heard about it.

A 'heads up' for those men who may be regular customers at Lowe's, Home Depot, Costco, and even Wal-Mart. This one caught me totally by surprise. Over the last month I became a victim of a clever scam while out shopping. Simply going out to get supplies has turned out to be quite traumatic. Don't be naive enough to think it couldn't happen to you or your friends.

Here's how the scam works:

Two nice-looking, college-aged girls come to your car or truck as you are packing your purchases into your vehicle. They start wiping your windshield with a rag and Windex, with their breasts almost falling out of their skimpy T-shirts (It's impossible not to look). When you thank them and offer them a tip, they say 'No' but instead ask for a ride to McDonald's. You agree and they climb into the vehicle. On the way, they start undressing. Then one of them starts crawling all over you, while the other one steals your wallet.

I had my wallet stolen January 4th, 9th, 10th, twice on the 15th, 17th, 20th, 24th, & 29th. Also February 1st & 4th, twice on the 8th,16th, 23rd, 26th & 27th, and very likely again this coming weekend.

So tell your friends to be careful. What a horrible way to take advantage of older men. Warn your friends to be vigilant. Wal-Mart has wallets on sale for $2.99 each. I found even cheaper ones for $.99 at the dollar store and bought them out in three of their stores.

Also, you never get to eat at McDonald's. I've already lost 11 pounds just running back and forth from Lowe's, to Home Depot, to Costco, Etc.

Please, send this on to all the older men that you know and warn them to be on the lookout for this scam. (The best times are just before lunch and around 4:30 in the afternoon).

Thanksgiving. Still playing post catch up.

Fried 4 turkey. And these are all the pics that were taken.But the gobblers turned out well. Injected with Cajun Creole Butter. Yum!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Finished the slingbow mods.

The first of the build is here.

My biggest concern was still the impact of the tubes and pocket  on the PVC arrow rest. So I went with the whisker biscuit. Timber Ridge no longer makes the replacement biscuit, so I sent the crack search and acquire team out. They came back with a complete WB system that was on sale at Wallyworld for $30. A little more than I wanted to pay, but I wanted to get this done.
There are 3 screws that hold the grip on the slingshot frame. I removed the top screw and found a slightly longer one that work just fine to mount the biscuit.

This brought the total cost to $62. A bit more than I should have spent, but still cheap fun. Now on to accuracy!

Grandpa's Journal

Disclosure: My great grandfather kept a journal while he was homesteading a ranch in 1911 Oregon. These are the entries as copied from that journal.

Sunday Feb.19, 1911

Sunday as usual. S.S. in P.M.

Monday Feb.20, 1911

Finished pulling trees in Hillman. Pulled 46 for John Pellis. Finished took puller to (?)

Tuesday Feb.21, 1911

Pulled 46 trees for Book. Broke cable and spring in dog. (margin note) Raymond J funeral

Wednesday Feb. 22, 1911

Got springs at (?) Put puller together. Pulled trees in P.M.

Thursday Feb.23, 1911

Pulled trees. To B.P.

Friday Feb.24, 1911

Hauled hay, etc.

Sat. Feb.25, 1911

Pulled 25 trees. Came home in the snow.

Monday, November 28, 2011

Ok! Wow Thanksgiving.

We're talking 9 days of family. Anytime I needed the pc it seemed there was a grandchild playing a game or an aunt emailing the rest of the family. Then this morning we were gifted with a white tail doe, cleaned and iced in a cooler. Tomorrow will be a sausage making day.

I have some pics to upload, a cool accidental ghost story, And a catchup on Grandpa's journal.

I'll take pics of the sausage making.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Hey CoolChange, what's on your IPOD, tonight?

Merle Haggard -- Are The Good Times Really Over .  

Link because Blogger still won't let me upload videos! Why do I keep using this crap?

Oops, I forgot...

Houston man carries gun aboard flight 

 Gun, ammo found in carry on

 KPRC Local 2 contacted the Transportation Security Administration to ask how Burditt could walk through the security checkpoint at Bush Intercontinental Airport with a gun and ammunition and not be stopped. TSA said it was reviewing the circumstances surrounding the incident.

 Really? Is this a TSA breakdown? Were they too busy fondling frisking minors to see a real threat walk through the airport?

I have no doubt that he speaks the truth. But I wonder how his licence status will be when he gets home?

Sometimes folks do stupid things .

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Thank you, Kimmel!

Unfriend them all!

Turkey, Texas>>>Tofurky, Texas

Peta must not realize that we barely tolerate D.C. rule let alone a bunch of limp wristed, smelly Vegans trying to change the name of a town that is waaaay older than their organization.

Get a hint of the circus here.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Just a comment.

Medical distinction between Guts and Balls.

There is a medical distinction between Guts and Balls. 
We've all heard about people having Guts or Balls. But do you really know the difference between them?

In an effort to keep you informed, here are the definitions:

GUTS - Is arriving home late after a night out with the guys, being met by your wife with a broom, and having the Guts to ask: 'Are you still cleaning,  or are you flying somewhere?'

BALLS - Is coming home late after a night out with the guys, smelling of perfume and beer, lipstick on your collar, slapping your wife on the butt and having the Balls to say: 'You're next, Chubby.'

I hope this clears up any confusion on the definitions.

Medically, speaking there is No difference in the outcome.

Both result in death.

Ladies just shoot me. Sometimes I deserve it.

Slingshot modification. Canterbury's Slingbow

First off here is the link to the first video at Dave's Pathfinder channel on youtube. It's what got me going on the mod.

Basically this will allow you to use arrows in your slingshot. So this weekend I started the project. The items I bought were as follows:

1 Barnett wrist rocket - $9.99us
2 Easton aluminum arrows - $6.99us
10 pack of arrow tips - $3.99us
1 PVC sink drain tail piece - $2.99us
1 small bottle gorilla glue - $3.99
1 pack golf tees - $2.99
Total cost                         $30.94 plus tax

Dave doesn't teach you how to make it, but it's not rockets we're building here! The main component that takes time is the arrow rest. Dave is right. It takes at least 2 hours to build. This is the item you see to the right of the slingshot in the picture below. It was made from the 1 1/4" sink drain tailpiece. It involves cutting, burning , sanding, and melting.
The next step was to pull the knocks out of the arrows and insert the golf tees laden with gorilla glue in the arrow shafts. This will provide the knob needed to pull the tubes back into release position. The glue only needs to set up for about 2 hours.
The arrow rest snapped on to the grip and fit very well.

Now the sad part... I set up my target and did a few test shots. Good speed in flight, good penetration (about 8"). Now to work on accuracy. Then it happened.
There is such a force of the sling pocket hitting the thin plastic that it was no match. Even after making a 1/4" spine of maple which is what you see in the picture. Back to the drawing board.

I have a couple of options at this time. I have a piece of schedule 40 pvc that i will use to make the rest. My biggest concern about this system is the wear and tear on the tubing when it slaps the pvc. So the alternative is to get a replacement whisker biscuit,  if one can be found. The  research and development team has informed me that they are no longer being manufactured.

My first impression is that it would easily kill small game such as rabbit, raccoon, or opossum. Dave says it will kill a deer. I have my doubts, but I did see a video where someone took a 30-40 lb. hog with the system. Stay tuned.

Why you're mom told you not to play with fireworks.

H/T to kx59

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

More Campaign Posters

Granpa's Journal

Sunday February 12, 1911

Morning as usual. S.S. in P.M.

Monday February 13, 1911

Snowed last evening. To Hillman in A.M. Pulled tree by fence. Plowed to B.P.

Tuesday February 14, 1911

Hauled load of wood from Bentons. Water from Hermans to entertainment.

Wednesday February 15, 1911

To barn raising at Ebeys. Home about 9 P.M.

Thursday February 16, 1911

Pulled 77 trees in Hillman. To B.P.

Friday February 17, 1911

Pulled 90 trees in Hillman. Wife went to Redmond to get teeth fixed.

Saturday February 18, 1911

Pulled trees in A.M. Hauled hay wood and water in P.M.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thursday, November 10, 2011


Just to get the blood moving.


Grandpa's Journal

Monday February 6, 1911

Pulled 86 trees in Hillman. Evening to entertainment in Redmond.
Tuesday February 7, 1911

Pulled 92 trees in Hillman. Redmond entertainment in evening.
Wednesday February 8, 1911

Pulled 69 trees in Hillman. Laughtons and Bentons slayed to supper.
Thursday February 9, 1911

Pulled 21 trees in A.M. Laughton had sick horse. Went to Redmond in P.M. Teeth filled. B.P.
Friday February 10,1911

Pulled 79 trees in Hillman.
Saturday February 11, 1911

Snowed last evening. Went to Redmond in P.M. Slayed at telephone meeting.

Happy birthday Marines.

236 years. Semper fi to every devil dog out there!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Grandpa's Journal

Sunday February 5, 1911

Took dinner with B (ink smear)  Boys. S.S. in P.M. (ink smear) at Geo. Elliots.


Momma came home with a fresh chicken. Fried it up with mashed taters and gravy with corn on the side. Man I feel like a barn top rooster on a prime hoot! Ain't nothing like comfort food after a day of burning dead trees.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

More Walter Mills


By Walter Mills

If on an Autumn Evening

In these days when darkness falls with a damp thud by five o’clock, and 
the lights of oncoming cars glare at me on the drive home from work, I 
find myself wanting to settle into a soft chair in the evening with a 
serious book to try to cultivate my soul.  

I have grown tired of the books of summer that are fat and fast and 
leave you with a sense of wasted time, like junk food or the extra large 
bag of buttered popcorn at the movie theater that makes you a little 
sick by the time you’re halfway through it. Now I have grown hungry in a 
different way, for some nourishment for my starving mind.

When this feeling overtook me this autumn, I remembered a book I had 
read many years ago in San Francisco, one I had searched for ever since 
and finally found at the great annual AAUW book sale on campus a couple 
of years ago. It is unlikely that Literature and Western Man would be 
written today, not when the study of literature has fallen on such hard 
times and the influence of writers has sunk so low. But J.B. Priestley, 
a former clerk in the wool trade and a soldier in the first world war, 
seems to have read every serious Western novelist, poet, and dramatist 
writing in the past five hundred years, from Eastern Europe to America, 
from Henry Adams to Emile Zola, and captured the essence of what made 
them great or less than great, putting them into the context of their 

I have been reading through the book slowly, in no hurry to put it down. 
 When Priestley writes about the shadow of World War One, a shadow that 
is cast backward onto the literature of the decades before the war, it 
seems as if the writers had a premonition of what was ahead, and what 
was ahead was ghastly. That may be the value of literature, that it 
speaks aloud the unconscious, hidden thoughts of its time. It's too bad 
the kings and generals weren't listening 

I don't think about literature as much as I once did, back when I first 
became enraptured with reading and stumbled onto the occasional gem 
among the paperback books I picked up, mostly for their covers, or when 
I sat in the classrooms and listened to the old professors who had 
fallen in love with Keats and Wordsworth, Blake and Whitman, and wanted 
us to fall in love as well. 

Priestly reminds me of those old professors, who still believed that the 
great books had something to teach us. They had the notion that even the 
dullest of us could be improved by a tour through the playhouse of great 
literature -- an hour a day, three days a week. And I think they were 
right, because I still hear the lines of the poets and playwrights echo 
on the bare stage of my mind.    

If on an autumn evening you sit down with a book, and you find that the 
author has moved you, either to tears or to a sense of wonder, then you 
are standing in the wings of the great theater of  literature, where 
generations have stood before, waiting to be amazed, to be, in some 
small way, changed. 

Read more of Walt's writing at his blog:

(The above column originally appeared in the Centre Daily Times and is 
copyright © 2011 by Walter Mills. All rights reserved worldwide. To 
contact Walt, address your emails to    awmills@verizon.net ).  

Just sayin'...

Seen this before but it still is worth a chuckle or two.   


An old, blind cowboy wanders into an

all-girl biker bar by mistake.  He finds his way to a bar stool and

orders a shot of Jack Daniels. 

After sitting there for a while, he yells to the bartender,

'Hey, you wanna hear a blonde joke?'     

The bar immediately falls absolutely silent.

In a very deep, husky voice, the woman next to him says, 

'Before you tell that joke, Cowboy, I think it is only fair,

Given that you are blind, that you should know five things: 

1. The bartender is a blonde girl with a baseball bat. 

2. The bouncer is a blonde girl. 

3. I'm a 6-foot tall, 175-pound blonde woman with a black belt in karate. 

4. The woman sitting next to me is blonde and a professional weight lifter. 

5. The lady to your right is blonde and a professional wrestler.

Now, think about it seriously, Cowboy.  Do you still wanna tell that blonde joke?'


The blind cowboy thinks for a second,

shakes his head and mutters, 'No, not if I'm gonna have to explain

it five times.'                      

In memorium...

Andy Rooney has past. The only liberal I ever enjoyed listening to. And really the only reason I ever watched 60 minutes.

God rest good man.

Resuming Grandpa's Journal

Saturday February 4, 1911

Took chains to Hillman. Moved stove to shed. Talked to Carl B. Hauled wood.


Friday, November 4, 2011

Hey CoolChange, what's on your IPOD, tonight?

Dickey Betts kicking some bad ass licks!

The Allman Brothers - Jessica

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Grandpa's Journal

I am trying to decipher his handwriting. I can get 90 per cent of it. But a man that did the work each day that he did can be forgiven for sloppy penmanship. I'm lucky that I have any hard copy of his life for a time.

I just want it as  accurate as possible. I lean on a lot of family members to help.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


Indonesia Barbie has a tramp stamp. My childhood fantasy worst thoughts are confirmed!

Grandpa's journal

I'll catch it up this evening.

Please, Please, Please!

Oh yes!

Catching up.

After burning all weekend and a halloween party for the grand kids, I got some kind of crud. Either from the pine smoke or flu. Not sure. But I'm a lot better now. Back to work and cleaning up the yard.

So, where have I been?

The drought here in Texas has taken a bad toll on the trees. We are 30" behind in rainfall. The result for us is about 90 percent of our oaks and pines are dead.
This is not a pretty picture of a red sunrise on the pines. This is a yellow sunrise on dead pine needles. These pines are 75 to 80' tall and 2 to 3' in diameter.
Oak branches are breaking off and falling with the slightest breeze.
So I had the three biggest trees cut down last weekend.
This pile is about 12' tall.
The good thing is because of recent rains the burn ban has been lifted. So we are slowly getting rid of the debris.

The Vaquero climbing the trees and cutting rides bulls in his spare time.He knew what he was doing.

The debt ceiling.

So look at it this way...

Let's say, you come home from work and find there has been a sewer backup in your neighborhood...

and your home has sewage all the way up to your ceilings. 

What do you think you should do? 

Raise the ceilings or pump out the crap?

Your choice is coming Nov. 2012