RDCanecutter

Was thinking about that, after yesterday's mayhem. But these are for art, so the lack of expertise will probably hike the price. Anyway, went outside a while ago and knocked out a few more zip-zap. It's like while I slept last night my mind remembered how to use a saw.

ETA for completion of house work is Friday if my guy's contractors don't turn on him. My plan, unknown to wife or sister, is to have one of them drive me down there to settle up by archaic paper check that does not require a 3% skim of my finances. In the meantime, anticipating sawing up 400 square feet of paneling for art to make, I practiced on some scrap lumber I acquired a decade ago. Knocked out 5 cuts with a handsaw before my skinny lil chicken arm gave out. Thinkin bout hittin a pawn shop for a power saw.

That's how you do it. until you start fainting. Then you experiment by cutting back on the drugs that make you faint. But you inform the doctors because you're not some sneaky bitch.

I had that Playboy, what was it, 1987?

Ah yes the Traveling Tumorbury's, I've seen their tour from kidney to chest to salivary gland to brain. Hang in there. You've got a lot more cells trying to help you than you do hurting you. Hang in there, new tech comes out every year. Live long enough, and maybe cancer cells are as easy to knock out as Russian tanks.

Damn I guess I'm Texan after all.

Have em take the test to help their schools, you communists.

Not gonna lie, still mortally wounded at the thought of trashing so much classic wooden paneling because of a few rotten spots. But last night I had a dream. I dreamt I was as light as the ether. I woke up, texted my guy in Selma, asked him to stack any wood they rip out in the garage, all that mostly beautiful honey-brown pine. I got a plan: me, a saw, and however long it takes to cut it all into 6" high blocks. Maybe some 8" too. This mindless robot work is where I thrive. Then speed-paint cartoon Apes on them. Sell em 80 bucks a piece or thereabouts. When my leg is less broken than now I do art shows and that kind of stuff zings off the table. Maybe add a little floor wax on these to bring out the glow. That would convert junk into money at about 320/square foot, with a cute back story "Gramama's House" art. I bet there's enough there to come out ahead on this deal. Heck, maybe I ought to buy 100 houses and tear them down to make art. That'd be even more money. Warren Buffett cry your eyes out.

DON'T WACO MY SELMA! Edit: actually, maybe come on down. An infinite number of old houses needing TLC and available for a song.

What I am learning is that if it's only a smidge of rot, they can saw off a small slice and insert a board into the removed area. If it's worse, what they are doing is inserting a new beam alongside where the bad part was. This knowledge is based on some photos they sent me so I may be reading it wrong. So far there has been no talk of using metal. To my great heart-schmerz, I OKed replacing some of the ancient wood paneling with dry-wall. This will no doubt brighten it up but damn it looked great before. But rot is rot. Tropical storm coming through tonight. I am current on insurance payments.

Kirby Smart still looks like a golf prick.

Actually, I may have to give Guatemala a shot too. Been watching a scad of Lucha Libre movies from the 70s shot in Antigua because it cost less than Mexico. Looks beautiful, if you can somehow avoid mad scientists, vampires, wolfmen, and mummies.

Tests? We don't need no pinche tests.

And most likely multiple-times concussed.

He has a surprisingly pleasant voice, for a criminal. She, well, I'd go broke buying her boxes of candy just so I wouldn't have to hear her talk.

Construction underway. They are finding extra rotten parts.

My memory: OK so if you're unhurt you use your legs to jump UP as best you can so you go over the tail. If you're gut or leg-shot you try to lie flat on the wing and sorta slide off, going under the tail, in theory. Anything in between is bad. Looking at the video, he may have said to roll the plane upside down. Pretty sure my childhood braincells were the first to go. https://www.google.com/search?q=how+to+bail+out+of+a+p-38&oq=how+to+bail+out+of+a+p-38&gs_lcrp=EgZjaHJvbWUyBggAEEUYOTIJCAEQIRgKGKABMgkIAhAhGAoYoAEyCQgDECEYChigATIJCAQQIRgKGKABMgkIBRAhGAoYoAEyBwgGECEYnwUyBwgHECEYjwIyBwgIECEYjwLSAQkxMDU1NmowajeoAgCwAgA&sourceid=chrome&source=chrome.ob&ie=UTF-8#fpstate=ive&vld=cid:786f5bc0,vid:jlcNnkHk4ek,st:0

Kinda like the Egyptians did with the Hyksos.

Kinda retro. What else is he for, telegraphs and paddle-wheels?

I thank God for me grandparents. Gramama made me milkshakes and Grandadddy taught me two different ways to bail out of a P-38.

Yeah I was about to say tatted grannies as the new normal has to be about 15 minutes away.

I did not do my September Dollar Cost Averaging. Expect silver to quadruple in price now that I have slightly less of it.

All that's really missing is mention of an "Art Collective."

Doesn't matter. Had handy behind the dumpster.

If I'd known you were this judgy I never would have bought you a beer.