Monthly Archives: February 2014

Diesel, Propane, and Survivalist Small Ball: Part III

Furthermore, politicians cannot create propane. (They can’t make a physical object any more than they can they create free healthcare, impose peace, cause happiness, mandate self esteem, or “fix” human variability; but that’s a different discussion.) Unless you stack them and light them on fire (which isn’t a bad idea) the combined force of all politicians on earth can’t make a single BTU. Nor will their bullshit and false hope keep your pipes thawed. Adults know that. Continue reading

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Diesel, Propane, and Survivalist Small Ball: Part II

For a couple hundred bucks I supplanted the entire fuel delivery industry with an old tank, a pump, some welded hardware, and extra hose. It works very well. I don’t mind a long R&D period because the end result is just what I wanted. Continue reading

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Diesel, Propane, and Survivalist Small Ball: Part I

Survivalists are prone to testosterone soaked thoughts about the right caliber for “the big one”. I carefully and deliberately stick to smaller scales. I’ll get more mileage out of a full freezer and a big woodpile than wishing I had … Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Fini

Congress dry humped Toyota over bullshit while I was rolling around on four tons of iron that might lose control due to a common and known flaw?
I call foul! I had my reservations about owning anything associated with a government owned company and this is why. Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part VII

I had a brief moment of terror, followed by a longer period of mental disarray, and finally a sinking feeling of money being drained from my life forces. (It’s like raising children.) Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part VI

A phone call from a roving Adaptive Curmudgeon to Mrs. Curmudgeon. Ring ring… Mrs. Curmudgeon: “Hello?” Me: “AAAAAUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHHH!” Mrs. Curmudgeon: “I’ve told you to switch to decaf.” Me: “I HAVE! I’m in Starbucks, surrounded by hipster dipshits, and I’m drinking … Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part V

At the Starbucks. After a couple hours and some Internet based review of the word “death wobble”. Ring ring… Me: “Curmudgeon speaking. If you’re a telemarketer prepare to die.” Mechanic: “I checked your truck. It’s ‘death wobble’. You need to … Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part IV

Standing at the service counter at a dealership: Mechanic: “What happened.” Me: “I was driving along, everything silky smooth. Then all hell broke loose. The damn truck shook like a meth addict dividing by zero.” Mechanic: “It was a violent … Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part III

Captain’s Log, Monday: 10:30 am: I don’t get it. For no apparent reason, the truck went from a smooth running flawless example of modern refinement… to an uncontrollable terrifying vibrating paint mixer that shook my skull loose. 10:40 am: I … Continue reading

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Death Wobble: Part II

Captain’s Log, Monday: 10:01 am: AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH! 10:02 am: I have abruptly pulled over to the side of the highway. Something has gone suddenly and catastrophically wrong. I would have wet myself but I lacked the presence of mind to do … Continue reading

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