TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

I feel truly smiled upon by Allah, the One True God, that I do not know the reference.


I must have been out drinkin'-n-h000rin' nights it was on.


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25 Ornery Aphorisms by Edward Abbey​

Life is too tragic for sadness: Let us rejoice.​


  1. Preacher to me: “A dollar for the Lord, brother?” Me to preacher: “That’s all right, I’m headed his way. I’ll give it to him when I see him.”

  2. I do not believe in personal immortality; it seems so unnecessary. Show me one man who deserves to live forever.

  3. Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.

  4. We should restore the practice of dueling. It might improve manners around here.

  5. Nobody seems more obsessed by diet than our anti-materialist, otherworldly, New Age, spiritual types. But if the material world is merely illusion, an honest guru should be as content with Budweiser and bratwurst as with raw carrot juice, tofu, and seaweed slime.
  6. Society is like a stew. If you don’t keep it stirred up, you get a lot of scum on top.

  7. Anarchism is not a romantic fable but the hardheaded realization, based on five thousand years of experience, that we cannot entrust the management of our lives to kings, priests, politicians, generals, and county commissioners.

  8. Our big social institutions do not reflect human nature; they distort it.

  9. How to Overthrow the System: brew your own beer; kick in your Tee Vee; kill your own beef; build your own cabin and piss off the front porch whenever you bloody well feel like it.
  10. Only the half-mad are wholly alive.

  11. A drink a day keeps the shrink away.

  12. In the modern technoindustrial culture, it is possible to proceed from infancy into senility without ever knowing manhood.

  13. It’s a fool’s life, a rogue’s life, and a good life if you keep laughing all the way to the grave.

  14. If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture—that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves.

  15. Poetry—even bad poetry—may be our final hope.

  16. The best American writers have come from the hinterlands—Mark Twain, Theodore Dreiser, Jack London, Hemingway, Faulkner, Wolfe, Steinbeck. Most of them never even went to college.

  17. The sneakiest form of literary subtlety, in a corrupt society, is to speak the plain truth. The critics will not understand you; the public will not believe you; your fellow writers will shake their heads. Laughter, praise, honors, money, and the love of beautiful girls will be your only reward.

  18. Our suicidal poets (Plath, Berryman, Lowell, Jarrell, et al.) spent too much of their lives inside rooms and classrooms when they should have been trudging up mountains, slogging through swamps, rowing down rivers. The indoor life is the next best thing to premature burial.

  19. Why do I write? I write to entertain my friends and to exasperate our enemies. To unfold the folded lie, to record the truth of our time, and, of course, to promote esthetic bliss. Like any writer, I’d rather be read than dead. Like any serious author, I’d rather be dead than not read at all.

  20. If wilderness is outlawed, only outlaws can save wilderness. The developers and entrepreneurs must somehow be taught a new vocabulary of values. I’m in favor of animal liberation. Why? Because I’m an animal. God bless America. Let’s save some of it.
  21. Man’s deliberate destruction of his own habitat—planet Earth—could serve as a mighty theme for a mighty book worthy of a modern Melville or Tolstoy. But our best fictioneers confine themselves to domestic drama—soap opera with literary trimmings.

  22. In social affairs, I’m an optimist. I really do believe that our military-industrial civilization will soon collapse.

  23. Science is the whore of industry and the handmaiden of war.

  24. Growth for the sake of growth is the ideology of the cancer cell.

  25. You can’t study the darkness by flooding it with light.


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Motherfucking drywall half crew has gone home. Don't never wanna see those h000rz again. The drywall PM has the ever-popular full voicemail box and the jefe isn't returning calls. Here's wagering the guys left over money. Cocksucker!!!


In other news, the bike guy called. He's got his old painter back. Says the man is brilliant. Okay. And he has the parts stuff that I wanna add, too, so he's gonna work me up a budget. What else is new?


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The drywall PM arrived around lunchtime. She's actually kinda cute and she also has teh good Engrish. So we had a good visit over what we can realistically expect to have done. Odds are, if I can push the trim crew to Wednesday and still get this floor knocked out this week, I can let the gypsum ghouls have Tuesday because I know it'll he'p.


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Home. Grazing in. Killed off the casserole. Got out the stuff to make another. That'll be tomorrow night's chore.


We may have come to terms on the development bit Out West. The county will get a fee and will be issuing a licence which is a recurring fee.


We may put in pigs across the road . . . .


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Don't roll that thing over your toe or your life will never be the same.


Happy Saturday!!! Slept pretty well after crapping out early. Morning tidbits are knocked out. Coffee is getting drunk - it's true, but I like the way it sounds, too. A bit less heat again today, and a bit more drywall work.


Insh'Allah that we can dispense with a/c after Tuesday coming.


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The above, whereas it is correct basically, is only the beginning of Wisdom. The Truly Wise man is grateful for the things that he does not have.


Like a life sentence in a correctional facility, for example . . . .


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Fools say that they learn by experience. I prefer to profit by other people's experience.

~ Otto von Bismarck.

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I'm told it's hard to walk without a big toe. Something i don't care to discover personally.

We've gone from being totally socked in to high overcast and miles of visibility in 30 minutes. Wonder what's gonna happen next.
 
Good question. We have rainysotrms blowing in from the south, which happens, but not often. Should be along soon and during the afternoon. Of course, my rain jacket is at the house.


The wallboard boys are at lunch. Still no action on the front side. The back side is 100% hung and maybe 65% taped and maybe 40% has corner beads. My schedule is lying bleeding out in the ditch, but the so are their promises.


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Allah damn, these boys are slow. Culo Magnifico was quicker and cuter, too.


My schedule is on life support. We may need to call the priest.


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Somehow, the weatherperson's predictions from yesterday are looking accurate. It appears the sun is coming out.
 
Praises to Allah!!! We got a bit of sun this afternoon late, too. Of course, I was driving out of the weather system, so there was that.


Home. Nuked some leftovers. I thought about stopping for Chinee and decided not to.


Here's to turning off today's shit and letting tomorrow come . . . tomorrow.


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I will be making dinner, soon. A simple dinner of steamed red king crab, roasted Alaskan fingerling (Magic Myrna's) potatoes, and roasted corn on the cob. Others have made a pie and vanilla ice cream.
 
Today was errands and prepping a big chunk of the garden for the winter. Anything done producing was tilled under and a thick layer of mulching and compost put on top.

The new agers have given up, they lasted much longer than I expected. Hopefully someone who understands country life will appear and fix what they 'fixed'

Cooking and canning tomorrow, I started a bit today but was too tired to finish.
 
Happy Sunday!!! Slept okay. It's cooler today, so the windows are open and the a/c is off, thanks be to Allah. It's another work day. Today is mostly check-in to be certain they have enough material to get into Monday, and so they don't leave. It really is like babysitting.


Good thing that there is coffee to jumpstart things.


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I got coffee, laundry and kitchen work today. There will be a side of tylenol with that since I thought I was much younger and more resilient than I was yesterday and today I hurt.
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Yeah, basically. I do know that I'm not getting what I want. I also know that I have almost no power to change that fact, so I reckon I have to get good with Truth.


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Home. The front porch cat was sleeping on the rocker. Grazing for lunch. Brought the food in - went shooping on company time, except that I'm sal'reh and I'm not really there as of a Sunday.


Fresh air inside. It's a nice touch.


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I got coffee, laundry and kitchen work today. There will be a side of tylenol with that since I thought I was much younger and more resilient than I was yesterday and today I hurt.
I often have to look in the mirror to remind myself of limitations that were caused by doing stuipid things in my youth.
 
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