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Sometimes life feels like this:

At other times it almost feels “like it’s supposed to…”

ok here is the scoop…

I recorded some yammerings in audio.

Didn’t get all that far but got a good start…


Will need to cut into pieces as the files were way over the limits for upload here, which is 100MB. The main one is 384MB for about 15 minutes of Igular utterances. Soon… soon… tomorrow eve probably.

Note: I will stick them on here where they are supposed to be.


OK, fair warning… these are 100% unedited and will no doubt be borderline excruciatingly awful to listen to. But That is, in essence, what an Ig is. Learn why I only half a handful of friends. Learn why even uncontacted tribes in remote forests want me dead.





Well, there’s 15 minutes of not a lot. I will get the hang of it eventually, I would imagine.




Fill up that black triangle, LeRoy.

Feel so strange. Have to boot myself along (or give myself, as dad would say, “A roost in the keester.”) to do even that which I told myself I need to do.

Even the advent of spring is only helping in modest amounts, although it’s only in the 40s it still is nice out.

Can’t think of stuff to write either. This Add New Post window’s been up for days.

March is coming up on halfway done and I noted on Facebook that if March can be weathered without too much damage then it would definitely bode well for the future.

Because March is about to get weird. I am sorry that I can not really get into the nature of the weirdness, but let’s just say it’s all human generated crap.

And as we know, regardless of the implications and visual drama of the wonderful elephant photo of a few posts back, no one can generate crap like a human bent on generating crap. Just an aside – I have longed to use that photo. Wish I knew where it was from so I could give credit… would love to hear it’s story…


Okay, got a couple of things sorted for the aunt, trip to the beyond bedding store for a new sheet set, mailed the shower chair back that she couldn’t use due to fear or lack of maneuverability or something… not sure really. Seemed a good idea.

Exchanging it for 44 towels and a cover for the burner switch so she can’t turn the heat and hot water off when she’s looking for the light switch to the basement, where she needs to go to meet up with her deceased brother so he can give her a ride home.

Found and retrieved the trash can from about halfway down the yard where the wind had deposited it… but I swear it wasn’t there before… I really do. Freaky deaky. Got lunch, made coffee, scrolled through the tweet list, some good stuff in there. Must try and read some of them, er, the links in them I mean. All those tutorials. I’ve fallen so far behind. So far.

Need to study. Read. In depth. As long as I have only the most minimal means of support (barely able to do bills, acquire nutrients and get once a month gas) it seems like my procrastination in that area has come to a head, effect-wise. Depression keeps it from happening, I am told. Well, maybe so. Whatever it is it has been installed for quite some time now.

Gas has just gone over $4 here for regular, by the way.

And speaking of gas, look at the gas sticker on your car, likely somewhere near the filler cap. Use whatever octane rating it says there. I.e., if it says 87, use 87. Using a gas with a higher number will NOT increase the performance. In fact, as said gas is more difficult to combust the higher the rating, it will actually REDUCE the performance and in worst case could very well damage your motor, let alone waste your hard earned dollars. Don’t do it. My creds on that are as ASE certified Master Technician wrenching Alfa Romeo and VW conveyances for a decade. Subarus too for a wee bit. That seems like another world now, it does big time. If you are restoring a vintage car, from Yurrop, say, just remember: “A pint’s a pound the world around.”

Banks… and bankers… suck.

I just unfollowed George Galloway on twitter. I was a major fan of his after he told Congress what the deal was and the way he stood up for people at his home and elsewhere. But… it hurt just now to see him parrot the OS of 9/11. That I could not bear. What in the hell happened there? That is sad. Really sad.

I wonder about the Middle East situation, which on the one hand is altogether awesome and wonderful… the quest to be free of oppression… and that will be spreading right around the world, eventually here in the USA as well. But – I also wonder if it isn’t all just an enormous and very carefully engineered psyop – devised by the elite – to gradually initiate a new world war, number three to be precise. My most respected sources seem to think so…

Oh dear.

Hold on to your hats.

One of the first drawings of a bunyip.I am exhausted. In fact, I am unnaturally exhausted. Physically. Mentally. Emotionally.

Winter has laid another 4 inches of back breaking horror on my environ (8 in the drifty bits) and although the weather forecast mentioned some of it, it really is slightly over the top.

I am supposed to be doing things, but, I need to shovel, as I don’t know whether or not Jimmy will be plowing. If the gods are smiling, then, I guess, he will. I’ve done the first 50 feet. Back is saying that’s it for now.

So I’m in here writing this, wondering how I’m going to find the time to read all those cool twitter links, let alone practice them. What kind of energy do these folks have, anyway? Am I really that much of a freak? I often think I am, but, maybe I actually am. My shoulders ache. There’s still 100 feet to go.

How long should I wait? God, I feel like a Hutt. That’s not good. Nope.

Oh no… it is now afternoon officially. Okay… need to do something.

Ah, sweet relief! Started again a bit after 12 with some renewed energy and then Jimmy came! Yay, oh yay, yay, yay! And now – at only 20 to 2 – it’s done! Praise the Lord and pass that goddamn ammunition, son!

Could this be Winter’s last effort? Could it?

March is coming up quick and then Springness will blanket the land.

Alright, the, I’m off to the store then back for some overdue Hoovering.

Enjoy the Bunyip picture. Sporty, innit?


Note the feet. I’m underneath all that. It isn’t pleasant.Well, this blog appears to be back in action. Mostly. Kind of. Ra?

For several excruciating days this exceptionally obscure publication was lost – having vanished into the æther of the interwebs as some mysterious server disease prevented SSL protected sites from being displayed.

I hate when that happens.

In the interim, I have become more uncomfortable being in my own skin. It’s creepy crawly. It has to do with many things. Many, many things. Things which have piled up for decades. That pile is now an enormous heaving pile of stinking conundrums. Much like the illustrative photo, in fact.

But I have good thoughts for the spring. That isn’t unusual, really. Maybe this spring they will come to fruition. Now, that would be unusual.

Time will tell, eh, what?

I think I can do it this year, though.

Feels good to say that.

So far… so good.