Ace-Garageguy

Google probably knows way more about you than the gubmint does, and so many people seem to have no problem with that...or posting the most intimate and private info on social media. I really don't understand most things people seem to "think" most of the time.

Nothing worth carping about yet...but it's early.

Work is hard and sweaty and icky and in general should be avoided, so become a rich yootoob influencer.

Enthusiastic employees are nice, but competent employees will let you get more sleep.

Successful business owners often work many more hours than their employees.

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"Don't make this any harder than it has to be" he growled as he tightened his grip on a short length of rebar.

Yeah, this time of year my house usually starts to get overrun with the little ants that smell like formic acid when you squash them. I've found a non-toxic (to humans and pets) liquid bait containing boric acid that gets rid of them in a few days. It works better than anything else I've ever tried. This year, I've got the big black ants that are almost large enough to be pets. They go for the boric acid bait too (not all ant species will), and at the moment the house is pretty much ant free...but we're having a lot of rain, and that's usually when they get worse.

Tall chickens tell no tales.

"About 5 pounds" is the punchline to a silly joke that posits the question "what's a henway?".

Before everybody's phone had GPS and access to Mapquest and Google, it was much harder to find your way to Boldlygo than it is now.

Football-stuffed turducken gives another layer of chewy leathery goodness to Thanksgiving dinner.

Potatoes would have to be pretty big to be stuffed with a turducken.

School ain't what it used to were, speshly when it comes to teachin reedin and rytin and rithmetik and jograffy and spellin and syunse and stuff.

Day Tripper was a Beatles song.

Dreamers who never take the hard road to reality don't accomplish much of anything.

Plugging a few more holes on the exotics shelf. Never had a whole lot of interest in the flared and bewinged Countach, but I always liked the clean first production version. Read the reviews, then bought both the 1/24 Aoshima and Fujimi Enthusiast versions of the Lamborghini Countach LP400. At first glance, I slightly prefer the Aoshima kit. Interestingly, and contrary to the reviews, BOTH kit bodies appear to be very well-proportioned and are almost identical in form and line. There are things I like and dislike about both kits, so maybe what gets built as a stocker will be a best-of mashup, and the remaining parts will go to build some insane hot-rod.

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.