SO WE STILL HAVE A GOVERNMENT?

Careful What You Ask For...


OK, based on what I've seen on the TV news and read on the Internet, this morning the Imperial Federal Government of the By-God United States of 'Merica is still in operation with all of it's warts and festering, oozing sores and excesses and abscesses.

I'm not quite sure if that is actually a GOOD thing or a BAD thing, but it's apparently still there none the less continuing to suck money out of my wallet and hand it to God knows who.

That said, I guess I'll get back to work wiring up the current monstrosity sitting here in my basement shop because I have taxes to pay and they will be knocking at my door shortly looking for a check.

Keep your friends close, and your enemies even closer is the watchwords to live by I guess...

Why Do Noses Run And Feet Smell?

I'm Driving On The Parkway & Parking On The Driveway


Ok, Ladies and Gentlemen...

I admit it candidly.

My life is upside down right now.

That admission coming from a guy who is used to spending most of his life "upside down."

I guess for most people that would mean that things are normal vis a vis rightside up, but still...

My basement production shop is haunted with PLC panel design and fabrication tasks I've been waffling around with for a month now, and my upstairs office is full of festering piles of paperwork including unfinished travel expense forms and IRS crap due by April 15th documenting the first quarter of 2011.

And my mind.  MY MIND?

Besides being full of cobwebs and being paralyzed with indecision, my mind is full of thoughts about sitting on a boat in the Florida Keys right now, or possibly wandering around St. Simons Island, Georgia doing practically nothing all day.

But I can't have the luxury of doing nothing right now or tending the anchor line on a boat.

So you will have to excuse me while I reluctantly get back to work.

Somebody...Anybody...feel free to take the day off but please think good thoughts about me slaving away here at the Turbo Pup Compound on the banks of the Mighty Tennessee River in the process.

Be assured if I survive the next 72 hours, in the words of Arnold..."I'll Be Back..." 

You Want To Know What REALLY Pisses Me Off?

Reverberations From A Hospital Induced Psychosis...


I'm sitting here this morning having slept most of yesterday (thus the lack of posting) trying to recover from the drugs and processes I endured from Midnight Sunday until a little after noon on Tuesday at the Hospital.

The good news is I feel remarkably better and life is starting to be back close to normal for big chunks of the day each day.

Interestingly enough, on Sunday, since I knew that I was going to have to possibly be incarcerated in a medical facility for at least a few hours if not a week or month, I had the presence of mind to shave, shower, and pack up a bag with some clean socks and underwear and most importantly, my critical job files and my old HP widescreen laptop computer.

Then after the initial dust settled and they figured out that I was correct in my diagnosis and started looking at me in detail and treating my "issues" when the pain subsided I was able to actually get some work done via the Hospital's free Wireless Internet (kudos to the IT Admin Team at Parkside West here in Knoxtown.)

And regarding the programming and "news stories" I saw on the TV in my hotel room hospital room I was just amazed by the hysteria being generated by the stupid %$#@ idiots we've elected to go on our behalf to Washington DC to do mundane stuff like pass laws and steal our money and spend it on crap we don't really agree with or care about.

Take for instance, the Tsunami they call the "Government Shutdown"...

Other than the fact that Pat's tax return hasn't been delivered to our bank account because of the pre-existing IRS delay and the ineptitude of this same group of elected bastards in DC in December...

I DON'T CARE...give US our MONEY back...

And other than funding the military and honoring the existing commitments of retired citizens,I don't really give a shit if the Imperial Federal Government of the United By-God States of 'Merica keeps going for another five seconds the way they're acting right now.

G O V E R N M E N T S H U T D O W N?

Doesn't matter a rat's ass to me.

Just like it didn't matter to my Mother's Father and my Father's Father and their Mothers and Fathers before them.

Let's face it, Ladies and Gentlemen.

Today the Government has successfully placed themselves physically in a position...and more importantly...in a position in many so-called "citizens" (I call them "Residents") minds...where if the Government isn't there for FIVE %$#@ SECONDS THEN YOUR LIFE IS OVER WITH...

and you have to run screaming off over the horizion like Buggs Bunny or Wyle E Coyote until the idiotic machine we allow to suck money out of the pockets of the people that earned it and deliver it into the pockets of those that didn't earn it but think they are entitled to it at some level is back up and running and belching and farting at it's ever expensive pace.

I honestly hope that whatever happens happens.

And people will then remember that the so-called "Democrats" had the US House and the US Senate and the Presidency from January 1010 until the election last November and couldn't take the time to pass a budget for 2011.

As for me, I have to go now and get some work done and while I'm at it file the stupid $%#@ forms the government wants me to file regarding me trying to run a company here in Eastern Tennessee at the Turbo Pup Compound on the Banks of the Mighty Tennessee River in the first quarter of the year 2011.

(BTW...if you're interested in our REPUBLIC and the demise thereof, go watch the movie which has just come out based on Ayn Rand's book Atlas Shrugged (Part1)  showing in a limited number of theaters around the US.)

Mixed Emotions About April 5th

"I've Seen Fire, And I've Seen Rain..."


About this time exactly ten years ago on a Thursday afternoon (April 5th, 2001), I was coming home from doing some rennovation work on a friend's house. 

When I turned the last corner in my old Chevy Suburban onto my street off of Windy Hill Road in the Atlanta suburbs I was shocked to find a police tape wrapped around my front porch and water running down my driveway and across my front yard.

It seems that my old 1966 vintage four bedroom, two bath brick house I'd been fooling around rennovating  for a few years had burned to the ground in my absence due to what was later determined by the "authorities" to be an "electrical fire."

I wasn't sure what was going to happen from that point forward back then, but yet here I am today...somehow still alive...somehow still managing to make a little money here and there...and somehow managing to survive yet another 38 more hours sitting and rolling around and lying in a hospital posing for X-rays and CAT Scans and acting like a pin cushion for the nurses and phlebotomists in the building.

The good news is that today on April 5th, 2011, I'm back home, feeling a good deal better than I did Sunday afternoon.

And instead of complaining, I'd say I'm still thankful to be here and more resolute than ever to keep on keeping on.

Regard's Y'all...

Just A Good Scare

Be Back Home Today...


So we had to drag this aging body of mine down to the Emergency Room Sunday night about midnight because I was afraid something serious was going on in my abdomen.

Of course my ever greying, ever balding head had to come along for the ride all the time remembering the previous 17 day and 30 day stays in the past six years, the last one ending with surgery.

This time the event was caught early and resulted in just having to spend most of Sunday night and all of last night sitting in an expensive hotel--also known as a hospital room--while various drugs and chemicals were squirted into my bloodstream through an IV.

I also got some pretty good pain killers for the first 24 hours, but I've weened myself off of them this morning in anticipation of being released if this next round of X-rays looks OK.

Hope to be home by noon today, quitting time at the latest.

Talk to y'all later I guess...

Oh Crap

Here I Go Again?


I'm having to head over to the hospital emergency room again this morning to have them check out my guts.

I've been feeling bad on and off for nearly a week and today around lunch things took a turn for the worse.

It's been four years since they cut a couple of feet of small intestine out of my belly.  I hope they don't have to take some more this week.

Wish me luck, and prayers would be appreciated if you are so inclined.

Teenage Wasteland Meltdown

Oh...No...There Goes Tokyo...Go Go Godzilla...



Sooooo00000000ooooo...where to start?

OK, let's just say that I'm back home but feeling pretty crappy mentally and physically right now for reasons beyond the scope of this blog and leave it at that.

Watch the news.

Try to stay out of it...at least the National News.

More later I guess...