Ace-Garageguy

Night used to be good for rest and sleep, but lately not so much.

Mooooooooo...

1/24 Testors (Fujimi) Ferrari Dino 246 GT. I had high hopes for this one, but when it came in, I immediately saw the roof was partially crushed and the body is warped from something pressing down on the box for a long time (absolutely could not have happened in shipping), and the windshield was broken into two pieces. Very disappointing. No biggie on the windshield as I can make a better one easily enough, but the roof and warp add an order of magnitude of difficulty to building it...if I even CAN save it. Waiting to hear back from the seller to see whether he'll make it right. Half the reason I bought it was to have a 246 (already have the 206 Pininfarina Competizione), and half was to get the transverse-mounted Dino engine to pull molds from, to put resin engines in several Lancia Scorpions. Ah well. Life.

Begun the Biguine is not the name of this song.

Not in "my yard" exactly, but a block away in my neighborhood as I was driving to the grocery store last night at about 9 PM...two does about a year old running from one yard, across the street just in front of me. First time I've seen deer in this general area since I bought my previous house in 1998, a mile away from where I am now.

Couple years back, as I entered the driveway in the early evening a hawk was perched on the top of my mailbox ripping the tasty bits out of a squirrel. 'Bout the same time, one night I heard one of the feral kittens screaming, went outside and couldn't find it, saw it under one of the vehicles a couple days later, pretty much nothing left but half a rib cage and a tail (which is how I knew which kitten it was). Raccoons probably got it, possibly coyotes. We have both. Yup, it's a jungle out there.

"Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedies.” Groucho Marx

Word salad is often an attempt to sound intelligent and profound, while actually demonstrating conclusively that you're a moron.

Thanks for your interest and comment. I really need some R&R, this one is actually still on the bench, so maybe I'll do something to it this weekend.

Movies with Elvis frequently featured beauties like Ann Margret.

The thing is, without a passport, most American citizens won't be able to fly commercially within the US without the gold or black star. I don't fly commercial much these days, but when I have to, I HAVE to. My own GA license has been "real" for many years, but AZ doesn't accept the GA document and automatically issue a "real" one when you move...at least they didn't in 2021. For the "real" version, AZ requires your old license plus all fresh documentation: birth cert or passport and proof of local residency. Yeah, it's a minor PITA, but it is what it is, and once you get it, it's done.

About time for logic and rationality and respect for actual facts to make a comeback.

Great pix. I remember that era well. We lived on the Jersey coast about 60 miles south of NYC, and would often go to the city on weekends.

House and feed and clothe your children, but also teach them a sense of morality and ethics and honesty and self-respect and responsibility and self-reliance that forms the basis of how they behave and how they treat others.

"Hammer and tongs" is a colorful way of describing going very fast or doing something very vigorously.

Boxes full of rocks are smarter than some folks I know.

Friction is very useful and even pleasurable in some instances, but when it occurs between crankshaft bearing shells and journals, it can immediately precede a very expensive afternoon.

Characters and their development are central to most good fiction.

"Materialize" is a difficult word to start a sentence with (unless it's a command to a shape-shifting cat), so I'll take the easy way out and leave it at that.

First plastic car I can remember, in the late 1950s. It was a disaster, as I tried to hide my poor gloo-smeared assembly job with even worse enamel brush painting. I knew at the time it looked horrible, but try as I might, it just got worse and worse. It was so awful and frustrating, looking back I'm kinda surprised I stayed in the hobby. Possibly an early indicator of being a glutton for punishment.

"Food" doesn't rhyme with "good", and I want to know why.

Today's irk: the delusional who are totally convinced they're the morally superior final arbiters of truth, who in reality have no clue about much of anything, but are absolutely certain they're right about everything. I'm also irked by narcissistic neurotic sociopaths who talk about love and compassion and constantly tell you how much they care, but you can tell by their actions that they have zero regard for anyone but themselves, and if you call 'em out on it, they dodge and weave and deflect and refuse to give any kind of straight answer or accept accountability...ever.

Kinda sad they got cheaper than dirt for a while, and probably most of 'em, especially in places prone to rust, got driven to death or cut up one way or another.

Yeah, somehow I could suffer through having to look at her every day.

Ah yes, todays irk. Same as most days: second, third, and fourth rate overpaid "experts" doing as little real work as possible, and what they do being poorly executed, sloppy, and just flat wrong...with all of 'em thinking they're actually worth what they're paid, and their employers too ignorant or too afraid to call 'em out.