Also: "Or maybe youre just collecting evidence."
Mainly I'm just doing it because there's nothing else I feel like doing. *sigh*
But I've got more of his blog posts about the motorcycle:
Feb 28, 2006 where he talks about getting parts by dumpster-diving.
Apr 2, 2006 he bemoans perfect weather and no permits.
Apr 12, 2006 the bike after he's worked on it for several months.
Apr 13, 2006 he rides it around the yard.
June 24, 2006 he wishes he could ride it and thinks about what he got out of the riding course he took.
...sounds like it's a lot like the Illinois course, too. I'm not going to link every post where he mentions motorcycling.
June 24 2006 his first legal ride on the thing.
June 28, 2006 his second legal ride on the thing.
Aug 1, 2006 Og is fixing a myriad of little things so I don't have to!
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It's been a dull Saturday, though. After the last post I went to bed and slept for several hours, having a long connected dream which was "stream of sub-consciousness" and entirely recreational.
There was the scene where I was walking around the garage here at the bunker and going in the back door to find that the garage had become the Swirling Instance Portal to HELL. I paused for a moment at the lip of the red-hot abyss, checking to ensure I had my weapons and equipment, and then jumped in...and hung there in mid-air waiting for the instance to load because real life has no loading screens. But the context here was entirely "I'm going to go down there, kick a bunch of ass, load up on all sorts of treasure, and be home in time for dinner."
There was the scene where I (for some reason) was Jesus, and the whole procession to Golgoltha stopped after I dropped the cross, and I had to wait while Roman Centurions and Simon the Cyrene argued over who got hurt worse when I dropped the thing--me laying there all the while and bleeding from my various wounds, thinking, Look, this is supposed to be about ME, so can we get on with this?
There was the scene where I watched Tsukasa Doumyoji (Hana Yori Dango) and Daichi Shinagawa (Megane-chan to Yankee-kun) have a fight to see who was stronger. Turned out to be Shinagawa, but not by much.
Then we were all old men soaking in an onsen somewhere...only it was the onsen of youth because suddenly I was young again and working at Rockwell, and my boss was giving me two credit cards and telling me I had to go to one end of the continent this week and the other end next week to coordinate two different teams in this big project, and I wouldn't get to come home between these meetings.
Then the meeting itself, and it was all manner of weird. Which is fine, because then it was just after WW2 and I was at some kind of benefit dinner, something where the super-rich donated money for the GIs or something. That turned into something else, which became something else.
Nothing of import; just a bunch of stuff my brain felt like doing.
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LOL: "In The Line of FORK".
Doug Powers talks about what the media would say if Mitt Romney had been this paranoid over cutlery at a campaign appearance. But he also suggests that perhaps the cutlery was a campaign donation.
That makes sense! "Plus, it's a gift that we can all appreciate--and goes a lot further than [cutlery]."
Besides, this campaign is going to be ridiculous enough without knives and forks sticking out of the President.
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(That last wisecrack is a reference to a running joke--old enough to buy beer--known only to a handful of people I went to high school with. None of whom read the Fungus. Which is probably just as well.)
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California apparently wishes to further depress its housing market. On the plus side, this is very good for people who own homes, as it'll raise the value of them; limiting supply always does.
On the minus side? There's a hell of a lot of economic infrastructure devoted to construction. It's going to put a lot of people out of work, and so fewer people will be able to afford houses. This will lower the value of them; decreasing demand always does.
Gee, this economics stuff is hard when you start taking the unintended consequences into account. No wonder so many liberals ignore them.
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Borepatch writes about a true badass. Hardcore badass, the kind of man who can bump elbows with Teddy Roosevelt, who--even dead!--can kick Chuck Norris' ass. With one arm.
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Og's evident pleasure with all things motorcycly in the posts I've been linking make me think about the almost wistful way he talks about it, sometimes, and then I start to feel a little bad for him.
Then I think, "Hey, the guy got an AR-15 out of the deal. Anyway, someday I'm going to be buying a new (or at least "newer") bike, at which point he can buy this one back from me and we can go riding together. WTF."
...and those posts are not less than five years old, anyway. I'll have to see if he eventually says, "Fuck it!" anywhere between January of 2007 and now, or if it was more of a resonance thing: "I can't make the thing work, this guy wants a bike, and I want the money more than I need the damned bike anyway...."
So I'm looking at the dirt bike--specifically, the taillight bracket--and I'm looking at the sheet of steel I bought for something else about 40 years ago, and I'm looking at the welder.
And I'm thinking, "how hard would it be to fab up a piece of taillight bracket and zap it on?
Probably about as hard as it is for me to do anything around this place. But it's an interesting idea, and with about nine days left before the 4th I'd better get a wiggle on.
Speaking of which--I heard my neighbor to the south (the fire chief) cutting his grass earlier. That means I'd better do mine--but I'll wait until after 7.