I just read about the internet,...on da internet. How it's now a tool of Satan. See action above. My solution? Besides trials. Scrap the whole evil mess, and go back to writing letters ranting on the street, and mimeographing broadsides. I've done it. It's good honest work. It was not only more fun, but people actually read your deranged sweaty crap, and thought about it too.
Friday, August 13, 2021
"...fireballs"
One of the neat things about being an elder is not giving a fuck, and doing stuff ya always wanted. That, and everyone being okay with it,...within reason. I mean I ain't climbing the damned Empire State Building with Roman candles sticking out my butt shooting bright orange fireballs. Tho' there's something to consider. Being older is to stop worrying,...mostly. There I feel better now.
"...we're all set"
A TV set,...a radio set stereo-set. The term lived for over a century. They began with 19th century telegraph sets as in set ups. I played with a Scrabble Set. There were no 1970's 8-Track sets. There were Cassette decks, but no sets. Certainly no VCR sets. I think the term "Set" vanished in the late 1960's.
"...Long term project"
Heatwave at the Royal Sydneyland shipyard. I just tinkered with my still unfinished HMS Iron Duke kit,...or if you will. "...Set". The image is from near eight months ago. This happens now. Like that cathedral model I'm still sometimes working on,...remember that one? Anyway like the real things battleships, and cathedrals take time.
Mind you when I was a kid I'd have knocked out both in a few weeks tops.These days one considers the nuances of the project.




