Life in the temperate zone...

Hunter on electricity...

Lock one hand behind your back before you touch anything full of dissatisfied voltage-even a failed light bulb-because you will almost certainly die soon if you don’t.

Electricity is neutral. It doesn’t want to kill you, but it will if you give it a chance. Electricity wants to go home, and to find a quick way to get there-and it will.

Electricity is always homesick. It is lonely. But it is always lazy. It is like a hillbilly with a shotgun and a jug of whiskey gone mad for revenge on some enemy-a fatal attraction, for sure-but he won’t go much out of his way to chase the bugger down if ambush looks a lot easier.

Why prowl around and make a spectacle of yourself when you can lay in wait under some darkened bridge and swill whiskey like a troll full of hate until your victim appears-drunk and careless and right on schedule-so close that you almost feel embarrassed about pulling the trigger.

That is how electricity likes to work. It has no feelings except loneliness, laziness, and a hatred of anything that acts like resistance…like a wharf rat with its back to the wall-it won’t fight unless it has to, but then it will fight to the death.

Electricity is the same way: it will kill anything that gets in its way once it sees a way to get home quick…

Zaaappp!

Right straight up your finger and through your heart and your chest cavity and down the other side.

Anything that gives an escape route. Anything-iron, water, water, flesh, ganglia-that will take it where it must go, with the efficiency of gravity or the imperative of salmon swimming upriver…And it wants the shortest route-which is not around a corner and through a muscle mass in the middle of your back, but it will go that way if it has to.

-Dr. Hunter S. Thompson
Songs of the Doomed
More notes on the death of the American Dream
Gonzo Papers Vol. 3

Tom, thanks so much for posting this; I'd never before seen or heard of it. Great bit of writing, and it seems pretty accurate. Every electrical worker should know of its existence.

I would agree that @JeffGu and @JD3000 are giving Mr. Thompson a run for his money.

Tim
 
I feel as though the assistant principle and the dean of students have put us on "Double Secret Probation."

Not a new sensation by any means as I've been in this neighborhood before many times but I still wonder if I shouldnt post that Glenlivet and psilocybin meatloaf recipe or not...
 
Miss Kitty informs me that they found Ming Lee tied up, wrapped in leather straps which were bolted down to the floor, wearing a hockey mask, whip marks on her buttocks and some kind of soil injection equipment inserted in places I can't bring myself to mention. The words "Jason lives!" were scrawled on the walls in either blood or possibly lipstick.

It's a bit suspicious, you must admit. You're lucky she was more concerned about getting the furnishings back than solving the mystery.
I know a mystery solving gang you may remember. They always bring around this burned out hippy type and an old and largely incontinent great dane however.
 
This mystery object may be our first visitor from another solar system...

I think the wife chucked another beer can over her shoulder while out driving her broom. Damn astronomers are either calling her a litterbug or making some crazy claims about intergalactic terrorists.
 
Gotta applaud the altitude...er...inter-planetary orbit rather, that she's achieved on that damn thing. And to think she's usually drunker than 10 monkeys and puts up with you for a day a week or so.

To think it's almost that most magical and joyful day of the year. Sent ya case of this for Dia de los Muertos. Ikea had them for some reason.
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These two were out in the woods looking for some fun. Sent 'em your way for the festivities before they caught scent of any innocent Wood Nymphs.
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That's some hot babes, for sure. You checked their ID right? That last one you sent my way almost landed me in jail for statutory necrophelia.
 
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So this just happened this evening.

We were gonna have some leftovers for dinner, in this case a good thing, Mex slow cooked shredded chicken tacos, so I wanted to run to Kroger to get some more refried beans, Spanish rice, etc and some beer. I turn into an appropriate aisle and there she is in all her glory. Fat, dishelved, and all kinds if WT ugly. Frumpy dirty and poor-fitting sweatpants, 35 year old filthy winter coat from Wally World, and so help me god, mismatched colored socks with worn out elastic. More germane to the story, she's the classic "block the whole aisle while studying the pudding and get in everyone's way" kinda lady. Apparently, making the optimal processed fatty dessert selection was really important to this pre-diabetic tub of goo. Knowing my destination is beyond her, I push my cart forward to try to get around her. I get close and say "Excuse me" and give her the "can I get around you?" kinda look. She looks right at me and just scoffs while making the old "can you believe this bullshit" ugly kinda look. More importantly, she didn't move and inch and went back to pondering Jello brand vs Kroger brand pudding desserts. Meanwhile, guy dressed like me in outdoor work clothes is also about to try getting around her from the opposite direction and is watching my little interaction with a bemused look on his face. Not wanting to disappoint my audience...and frankly I had shit to do...I walk over, move her cart out of her flaccid and lumpy hands over to the pudding side of the aisle. (I figured it was her natural habitat anyway.) I the proceeded to walk by her with my cart. Carhart guy is watching and grinning at this point. I get a few steps and hear "You're an Asshole!" with that lovely Ohio WT inflection. Look back and she's red faced and practically shaking. I bare my teeth and hiss at her like a psycho jungle cat with a proper double bird display. Carhart guy starts rolling at this point and says "Oh man...that made my day man" and comes over to give me the rock. I went about the rest of my shopping and headed home to make dinner.
 
...move her cart out of her flaccid and lumpy hands over to the pudding side of the aisle....

I am suitably impressed with your handling of the situation... the correct amount of righteous indignation, clever manipulation of the physical situation, and a hint of that, "I could have done something nastier" left hanging in the air. The only thing you could have done better, just to add some icing to the shit cake, was to tell the store manager:

"If you're going to let these walking blubber factories in the store, the least you could do is mount some f*cking harpoons to the shopping carts!"

Just sayin'.... :whistle:
 
Oven roast can be good...adequate.

Cooked over charcoal with some chunks of fruitwood can approach Devine!

Here's a stuffing recipe to try

Half real wild rice. From the lakes on Minnesota not paddy grown by agribusiness

Half brown rice

Don't use water. Use spicy V8 jacked up with more garlic, hot peppers and onions

Cook until the water is about ⅔ absorbed or the brown rice is half cooked

Leave covered on the stove to finish hydrating

About on hour or ¾ before the turkey is done stuff it with the rice
If there's more rice stuffing wrap it in foil, poke some steam holes in it and put it to cook with the stuffed turkey. You can mix the two together or serve seperatly

Whenever I've made this there might be turkey left over but never any stuffing
 
I'm going to try this. It sounds really good!
I found a rather large flock of wild turkeys (the animal, not the bourbon) along the Platte River, yesterday. It's possible that one of them could have a bad accident, or something, and end up in the oven.
 
Happy Thanksgiving and good will towards all...

Happy holidays to you, buddy. Next year, we should invite some turkeys.. er, arborists... to your house for booze, hookers, and a large ham. Or something. I'm going to try to get out more, next year. As in, out of this freakin' state. One more cloud of Go Big Red balloons floats over the state, and I'm likely to lose it.
 
Im game man.

I've smoked turkey twice with hickory and mesquite. First time I left it on too long cuz I had a house full of kids and family and just forgot about the bird. Not bad, real smokey but kinda dry. Second time I nailed it after doing some reading on a pit master's website. A nice and long seasoned brining folowwed by a hotter and faster smoking than you would use for a big hunk of pork or brisket.
Slice of heaven
 
Go Big Red balloons
Not a big fan of the old Husker Nation are ya?
Hard times for the program, folks basically following the museum piece of a team that once was. Bo Pelini was at least entertaining there for a while. Batshit crazy, but entertaining.
 
Yeah, the fans are wishing they had him back, after offering to shoot him while he was here.
Personally, I thought they were stupid to dump Solich, who had a 58W/19L record. One conference title. That wasn't good enough for them, and it's been straight downhill to the bottom, ever since. Millions of dollars paid out for the privilege of sucking cold donkey dicks and sitting in $75 seats to watch $2 football.

But then, the whole idea of paying grown men to play kiddie games is a bit silly to me.
 

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