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Godzirra vs Green Nude Eel June 3, 2019

Posted by Retired Geezer in Nature Shit, Science.
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The gang at Legal Insurrection have some thoughts about Atomic Energy (Science!).

Here be Spoilers.

One of the final lines in 2016’s Godzilla: Resurgence is a quiet and somber reflection that Godzilla is “something we’ll have to learn to live with.” In the final images of the film, we see the figure of Godzilla standing above the Tokyo skyline, a stone creature having been defeated but now made immobile via the coagulants floating in his bloodstream having shut down his nuclear core.

These are powerful words given what the monster in question has done and what he represents. He’s the embodiment of post-Fukushima meltdown fears that the Japanese public holds against Nuclear power and the dangers it represents. The fact that the movie ends on that quote is an incredibly powerful message given the preceding film.


Go spoil yourself:



Self-Deprecating and Possibly Humorous Morning Anecdote January 17, 2018

Posted by skinbad in Lurkers, Music, Nature Shit, Obama's Legacy, Personal Experiences, Privacy.
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So, I was in the shower this morning. The Mrs had done her morning ritual and was out and on to the kitchen activities. I believed I had the room to myself. Then, unexpectedly, I made a . . . sound. It was surprising in both volume and duration. I almost burst out laughing, but caught myself when I heard my wife’s voice say, “Need more conditioner?” I looked down at the nearly-empty conditioner bottle (nowhere near me) and said, “sure.” Momentarily, a new bottle was pushed around the shower curtain. I took it with a “thanks.”

Let’s just keep this between fake internet friends, OK?

Corn and Tomatoes August 4, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Food, Gardening, Nature Shit.
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Looks like they’re on. The spousal unit just sent me this picture.


Critical Update: (more…)

Bird & Bunny Lovers, Tree Huggers, and Rock Lickers (Oh, My) June 30, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Nature Shit.
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This is a little long. If you don’t want to read–watch the video in the post.

Retired Geezer sent me a link to a somewhat “viral” video related to a forest fire a few hours south of me. I had read about it but hadn’t watched it. I’ll link it below, but first a little background. I’m not a bug or forest expert, but here goes: Many forests in the west have been hit very hard by a bark beetle that kills evergreen trees. In my area, it’s mostly big spruce trees. We usually cut two to four cords of wood each fall to keep my wife toasty in our basement where she has her sewing gear set up. There are thousands of dead trees up our canyon and along the mountain range near our home. In some areas there’s more gray than green on the mountain. For $20, you can buy permits to cut four cords–that’s the minimum purchase. There are a lot of rules (I’m sure you’re surprised). You can’t cut more than 100′ from the road; you can’t cut within 100′ of any stream; you can’t use any mechanical help to “skid” logs closer to the road and your truck or trailer, etc.  Of course this doesn’t even get into the idea of timber sales for commercial operations.


Snizzle in the Hizzle May 17, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Nature Shit, News, Stupid shit, WTF?.
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Or Sneezy in the Heezy? Whatever. It’s snowing here this morning. I’ll send it along to my friends to the east with my compliments.image

Critical Chicken Update April 18, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Crime, Economics, Food, Nature Shit.
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Chicken population has gone from seven to three in the last month. I think we might have stumbled on a clue a few evenings ago.

NyQuil is for Pussies March 15, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Nature Shit, News.
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Ask your doctor if getting shot in the ass with a bear tranquilizer is right for you. Side effects may include sleeping through the winter months and a decreased desire for sex in the missionary position. What else ya got?


You win, geoff. January 12, 2017

Posted by skinbad in Ducks, Nature Shit, Personal Experiences.
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I guess I’ll tell you a chicken story to help push that bad batch of sour cream below farther down the page.

I think I’ve mentioned to some of you that we’ve had chickens for a few years. A neighbor wanted to get rid of theirs (that should always tell you something, in my humble opinion). Anyway, like pretty much all things that happen to change my personal inertia, my wife decided to do something: in this case, that we should have chickens. Unlike the time she had hinted she wanted new carpet for a couple of years and finally let me know she was serious by ripping it out and having it sitting in the driveway when I came home from work, this time, she insisted I prepare for this new brood by coming up with some sort of hen house.

We had a dog house my dad had given me. I remember him building it when I was about five. So that would put the dog house in the 45-year-old range. Dad built things to last. I figured I could build a frame of 2x4s with four legs to set the doghouse on to raise it up a couple of feet and replaced the tongue and groove/tin covered roof with a piece of 1/4″ plywood. I attached the roof to the front braces with hinges so the roof could be lifted up for egg retrieval. I also had to throw up a quick fenced area in the back yard and built a ramp for the new arrivals to get from the ground up to their new digs.

It worked all right. And the chickens were perfect assholes. They were skittish and high-strung and would freak at any approaching human. So, naturally, my wife decided we needed a few more. The next spring she bought five chicks and we raised those stinky things to adulthood before introducing them to the four life-scarred and world-weary malcontents in the back. But, I didn’t know if the little doghouse/coop would hold that many.

Someone we knew was building a new house a few blocks away and I asked if I could scavenge some of the pressboard pieces in the dumpster to come up with a larger coop. I built a larger version but with similar features. Notably the hinged roof–but this time I attached it to the back of the coop. Over the last couple of years, two of the hens somehow got themselves killed by neighborhood critters, so we’re down to seven, and they all fit just fine in the newer coop. But, the old one is still out in the chicken run about two feet away.

The chickens are odd. They always sleep (and crap) in the new coop, so we (meaning “I,” see how that usually works out?) have to clean it out and put in fresh bedding every 2-3 weeks. The old coop can have the same bedding for a year. The chickens are in and out of it all day long, but they never sleep in it and never crap in it. It’s like their weekend home that they don’t feel comfortable enough with to use the facilities.

So, last night we had a lot of wind from the southwest–also some snow. The new coop with the hinges on the back can have the roof blown up and over so that it’s hanging off the back side by its hinges. It’s happened two or three times over the past few years. I should work up a latch to fix my bad design but just haven’t done it.

When it became light enough to see out the back door this morning, we could see the roof had blown over. My wife went out to feed them and flip the roof back and found seven snow-covered chicken lumps. They were alive, but not very happy. They could have made the five foot journey to the old coop, but just sat there and got snowed on all night.

Conclusions? Chickens are stupid. Some are more pleasant than others. We got all different breeds just for variety sake. Some are known to get along with others (and you) better than other breeds. I think there’s some truth to that. Also, the ones we raised from chicks are nicer than the immigrants. They do provide eggs, but we buy mash and scratch so it might come out as a wash. They do dispose of/recycle a lot of your kitchen scraps. They will wander and find dogs to eat them and fall in window wells if you allow it. They are amazing diggers. This would be a better post with pictures, but I’m doing this on my lunch hour at work because the previously posted drumsticks offended my sensibilities enough that I felt a need to act.


Two Centered Pictures September 26, 2016

Posted by skinbad in Ballistics, Food, Handblogging, Nature Shit, Personal Experiences, Technology, Women Ranting.
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I know I’m behind the times, but the times for me have a-changed. The IT guy took my trusty Dell doorstop away and replaced it with this:


It’s an Intel NUC. Kind of cool, I think. When is the last time you used the DVD player in your computer?

And furthermore: A neighbor called Saturday afternoon and asked if we wanted a hindquarter of an elk. My thrifty wife got very excited. Of course we do. That was about 3 p.m. We finished the kitchen Clorox wipe-down about 9 p.m. Elk are big mofos.


I should have weighed it before starting. It had to weight 80 lbs. This was a new experience for me–thanks youtube. Also, a neighbor I called and asked if I could borrow his knife sharpener came over and helped me bone it (huhhuhuh). New respect for butchers gained–my hands and back are stiff, but there is a lot of meat in the freezer and on the shelf (we bottled a canner load).

Difference between Ravens and Crows May 5, 2016

Posted by Retired Geezer in Ducks, Nature Shit.
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… and Wine tasting.

Tiger By The Tail March 4, 2016

Posted by skinbad in Nature Shit.
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Local news had this story from the south end of the state–a mountain lion caught by accident in a bobcat trap. A couple of intrepid souls let it go.

That would be a little intense.

The Form of the Destructor Has Been Chosen January 27, 2016

Posted by daveintexas in Art, Blogroll, Crime, Ducks, Economics, Gardening, Heroes, Honor, Law, Mufuckin Pie!, Nature Shit, News, Science, Sex, Sidebar Flag Bullshit, Stupid shit, Terrorist Hemorrhoids.
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I couldn’t help it, it just popped in there.