Personal
…makes for a dull robot.
So, I’ve been playing some music and working in the studio a bit more lately.
Yesterday the family celebrated my father’s birthday. The old codger turns 70 years young today and we did it up Cajun style with some crawfish and all the fixin’s.
Purged and ready for their last swim…
Say hello to my little friend.
Hope you’re all having a great weekend. I’ll be back blogging in a few days. Sooner if I get a wild hair.
Whaddup my blogging buddies and all you lurkers out there?
Yea, I’m talking to you ‘OBammy. I know you hired a Big Brother to keep an eye on me. That’s OK, I’ve put him to work. See, last week we installed a new monitor at the studio for a stereoscopic effect. In 3D, even.
Dual monitors rule.
After tweaking the settings a bit, I’m ready for the session this weekend.
That was last week.
This past weekend, a good number of the family and I made the 3 1/2 hour (1 way) trek over the river and through the woods to Grandpa’s house for his 83rd birthday. Yours truly was the dedicated driver that day. Tuckered out was I, but not too much the next day to continue preparations for the zombie apocalypse.
Enter the Robo-Gardening mini adventure.
This was taken yesterday evening after completing the plot and framing. I was going to stand the timbers up for about 3 feet to mount a screen for a dog barrier but then I thought, why not use the entire thing as a column and put in some runners to try out some upside down tomatoes? I’ll let you know how that comes out.
Got some good soil in the plot today and will be planting in about 3 weeks to a month. I may start the UD tomatoes as soon as the nurseries put them out. We’ll see.
That’s what’s up in my little world. I’m hoping to get some *cough* real *cough* blogging done later in the week. You know how it is, sometimes one has to put personal bidness before blogging pleasure.
Check you later in the week.
Cheers!
‘Bot
…to the Robot’s garage.
The old bearded gentleman brought me new K & N Typhoon cold air intake kit (the blue tubes and the box with the shiny carbon fiber top for the uninitiated). A friend and I installed it Wednesday evening. More him than me, actually. It’s good to know someone who owns a garage with a lift. – Yes, we had to get under the car to install the intake behind the grill.
Needless to say, I’m excited to have 7 – 8 more horses under the hood. I can already tell the difference in the response time and you can hear the carbon fiber top slam against the intake box if you romp on it. Those horses want some air NOW! I’d heard that sound before, and just didn’t know what it was.
Don’t get me wrong here, I’m no tuner geek by any stretch of imagination. In fact, this is the only modification I’ve done to this car. I’ve even still got the stock radio/CD changer. So, no chips in my future.
Hell, most of the stuff I’ve bought over the last couple of months has been food stuffs and survival gear. Gotta give in to the boyish side every now and then.
Now I’m off for a spin. ~ L8R
PS. Can anyone guess the make/model of the car? Super bonus points for year.
…I have the utmost admiration for those with the tenacity to run a small business. Especially dealing with the government red tape and all the unforeseen snags that pop up demanding immediate attention or resolution.
Just wanted to say, my hat’s off to ya.
Salute!
Addendum: In case you didn’t get the inference, I’m having some issues with the store, so It’s down until the issue is resolved. If you would like a tee, just send me an email at robot[at]mindnumbedrobot[dot]com and we’ll make arrangements. ~’bot
UPDATE: The Robo-Shoppe is back open.
Ecwid came through like troopers and fixed the issue.
This song’s been stuck in my head for days…
Longhaired Conservative no more.
I meant to send off this little caterpillar a month ago, right after I had it cut. It evidently had other plans. I just found the tin-foil it was wrapped in tucked behind some other things on the to-do list, hiding. Maybe some kid will enjoy having salt and pepper hair. I suspect they’ll dye it, or take one look at that mass of stuff and chunk it.
Wigs for Kids is an organization that makes wigs for children who lose their hair due to some medical treatment or disease, similar to Locks of Love. They provide the wigs free of charge but each wig takes around $2000 to produce. If you can make a donation, I’m absolutely positive it would be appreciated.
I had a time picking which to donate to. It came down to a coin toss and Wigs for Kids got the nod.
Back to house work. I’m a Domesticated Robot this weekend. Mom should be proud.
The benefit went great. We served about 800 plates of bar-b-que and including the auction, raffle and donations we raised over 14,000 dollars to help a family in need.
One of the local unions allowed us the use of their trailered bbq pit. Here it is yesterday morning at seven just after being loaded up with brisket, sausage and boudain. It stayed cooking until about six that evening. Whew! What a day.
Lots of friends and family on hand to help and there was a huge outpouring of support from the community. Many thanks to everyone involved. You guys are the best!
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I hear my couch calling.
I used to be one on the sidelines. One could have labeled me liberal in that I didn’t understand the thoughts and feelings that stirred me deeply were Conservative and Libertarian in nature and ignored them in my debauchery. As time passed I worked my day job and played music with a band of Pure Liberals, these were people who actually believed they were not taxed enough and that government was the answer to any and all problems, even and especially the ones it caused. I instinctively understood that my beliefs were wholly different, that self reliance and true liberty was not a part of their ideology. They spoke of something to which I could not ascribe.
Thus began a transformation. I began to realize that, while I may not be college educated as my band-mates were, one of them in fact being a professor and holding a doctorate, that I still could not agree, in fact must disagree, with the viewpoints espoused by my musical brethren. I began to read and educate myself as to the beginnings of our country and why the Founders chose the method of our governance, how the Constitution is not a “living, breathing” document, that some would have us believe can be interpreted as an activist judge or corrupt city council sees fit. Our system of government is not a Democracy but a Constitutional Republic that must be defended each and every day by the very people who desire to live under it’s divinely inspired protection.
Then I began to discover how blind most people really are to their Federal Government and how little it is allowed Constitutionally, to do to them.
Around this time I discovered “the blogs,” some liberal, some conservative or libertarian, and many of whom I still read to this day, one of which is the featured blog of the week.
You see…
Once upon a time there was a man who disparaged his government and ridiculed their mismanagement in seclusion or in beer joints and pubs across the southeastern side of Texas with relatively little fanfare. While his rantings and ravings didn’t slow in tenacity or decrease in venom, he started to find a need for a forum of greater magnitude to vent his frustration because he knew with more and more certainty as time passed that if he and many others did not shout and scream and pitch a hissy fit full of logic and reasoning in combination with the wild-eyed passion for God and Country and Freedom, that the objects of those loves would soon be gone.
One of the reasons this man chose to embark on the journal you now read was a website called Washington Rebel.
The contributors to Washington Rebel know these things with every fiber of their being; and when you visit The Reb, you will find a fearlessness of thought that quickens the heart and bolsters the spirit. As one who is in need of such things every now and again, I truly appreciate their hard work and bodacious attitude.
Now that you know a part of my story. I would encourage you to partake in some Rebel goodness for yourself, but be aware, they of the Reb fear not to speak their minds with some essay of assault on the weak minded or to assail you with the beauty of Gods female creation.
God Bless the Reb.
Took a road trip yesterday and found what might be the highway Bob Dylan sang of in Highway 61 Revisited. We didn’t see no killin’ though.
Oh God said to Abraham, “Kill me a sonâ€
Abe says, “Man, you must be puttin’ me onâ€
God say, “No.†Abe say, “What?â€
God say, “You can do what you want Abe, but
The next time you see me comin’ you better runâ€
Well Abe says, “Where do you want this killin’ done?â€
God says, “Out on Highway 61â€
Here’s southeast Texan, Johnny Winter’s version…