Billy Deploys An Attitude Adjustment: Part 20: So Where Was I?

UPDATE: There was a period of squirrelus interruptus as I worked through writer’s block, real life, and a few bottles of whiskey. During that time I decided to go back and re-arrange a few already live Squirrel posts. I’m reclassifying them with the tag “Lesbian Squirrels – Redacted” so that they don’t clutter up the story as I meant to tell it. This update was written and posted on December 28th, 2019


Three months ago, gunfire was echoing through a convenience store and helicopters were careening wildly while Extreme Greeters dropped like flies. Then, with no warning, I quit adding to the story and the squirrels went dark. WTF?

You might think I’m easily distracted.

You might think I’m craftily pretending to be lazy while carefully formulating an epic plotline the likes of which will outsell 50 Shades of Harry Potter. This is the “he only looks like an idiot but he’s playing 4D chess” idea that originated (or rather resurfaced) with his Dilbertness but seems to have gotten totally misunderstood in the larger picture.

But I’m just a dude who got behind the eight ball of life’s details. We’ve all been there. Though it’s still an ongoing turbo cycle of suck, I presume it’s only temporary. Also, things could be worse. For example, it’s mid-January and both of the following are true:

  1. I’m alive.
  2. The pipes are thawed.

I’m doing fine. I can even see the tracks ahead of me where that damned eight ball is still outpacing my ass. I ‘aint dead yet. I’ll catch that bastard sooner or later. Part of “Operation Get My Shit Together” involves more squirrels.


Holy shit! I wrote the above text in January. It is now March! Life can really get ahead of you.

Usually I like to make a larger, slightly more conclusive set of posts before I release them into the wild. It gives me a chance to catch mistakes and inconsistencies before they enter the blogosphere. But further delay will not do and the squirrels will have to survive exactly as they are. I have only three new posts but 5,000 words is a lot more than the jack squat I’ve been producing and it’ll go live in the next few days. If I paint myself in a corner we’re all doomed. Pray for the squirrels because now I’m writing without a net!

Hold my beer and watch this!

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Self Driving Cars

I have not written about self driving cars for the same reason I haven’t blogged about proctology exams. Also, why occupy mental space with worry over the 376th attempt to limit my personal vehicular freedom. I haven’t put up with shit about where I drive or when I go there since I was living in my parent’s house and that was a long time ago. I can afford better beer now and better cars and I enjoy both. That’s the whole point isn’t it? What kind of free citizen will let an unholy collusion of Google and the DMV control them more than their parents could when they were in high school? Luckily, I’ve made it. I don’t know what will happen to future generations but I’ll steer my own vehicle until I’m physically incapable or die.

Attitudes about cars changed so very fast and always as if the person who owns the car is someone’s gamepiece on a board; a digit on a planner’s spreadsheet; an inconvenience to his betters. I see it like this:

1970’s Me: “The advent of Ford’s inexpensive Model T was a great boon to American freedom. Finally individuals could own cars and use them to move from one place to another, looking for better opportunities, work, favorable climates, etc… Also it let Oakies get to California. You can have sex in cars! Or sleep in them. You can hot rod them and race them. Free sprits can get their kicks on route 66, families can take the kids to Disneyland, and Kennedys can use them to kill secretaries. Look at that cartoon of Goofy driving like an idiot. Hilarious. Plus the Dukes of Hazzard use cars to jump over ponds. How awesome is that?”

1980’s Media: “The advent of the car was the rape of mother nature and paved roads are evil. Everyone give a hoot and don’t pollute. Also ride on a bus like all the other peons. Peon.”

1990 Politicians: “Everyone who drives a car is super evil. You should ride a bicycle like a twelve year old on the way to school. What’s that? You’re asking about what to do when it rains? Get wet loser. What’s that? Snow? Suck it up for Gaia. What’s that? You live 30 miles from your job? Move! Like the pointless pawn on a city planner’s chess board you exist to serve. Also why aren’t you buying bus passes for the bus that doesn’t go near your house?”

2000 Politicians: “OK fine, I get it. Buses are for poor people and you don’t like them. Luckily we’ve come up with new technology. It’s like a bus but a whole lot better because it’s green technology. Also it can’t adapt to changing rider patterns, use pre-existing infrastructure, be readily expanded, or in fact changed in any way to represent people’s needs. Isn’t that great? It’s called light rail! What’s that? You don’t want to pay for light rail? Shut up hater! What’s that? Trains are hundreds of years old? Nope! These are electric trains, in suburbs, so they’re better. Electricity is coal? Shut up racist! How do you get to the train? You take a bus silly! Isn’t this awesome?”

2010 Politicians: “OK so nobody really enjoys it but you really should use subways, light rail, city buses, and bicycles. We’ve been over this before. If you drive, you’re evil. What’s that? You live on a wheat farm in Iowa and the nearest bus is 100 miles away? You should just quit talking, your concerns are irrelevant.”

2015 California: “Elon Musk is going to cram your ass in a pneumatic tube. Isn’t that clever? Don’t worry your pretty little head about the details, I’m sure it’ll be economically feasible.”

2018 Politicians: “OK so this time we’ve got it all ironed out. You can buy your own car and then we’ll control where it goes. That way it’ll double the cost of your car but be slightly less inconvenient than jock itche. Sadly you’ll have to forgo the smelly homeless people that peed on your seat before you got there. Maybe you can rent out the self driving car to drunk people every night? Nothing like strangers peeing in your car to make it more fun. Also make sure to lease it so you never own the car. Get with the program eh?”

2019 Projected: “You still insist on driving your own car? You monster! It’s a truck? Cretin! It’s diesel? Earth raper! Can’t you ride a bike at least in sunny weather? What’s that? A motorcycle! You asshole! REPORT TO THE RE-EDUCATION CAMPS IMMEDIATELY. No, there’s no bus stop at the re-education camps. I dunno’ just drive your car and then park it when you get there. And for God’s sake pretend it’s a hybrid.”

It never ends. Free citizens piloting their own personal equipment wherever the hell they want to go whenever the hell they feel like it will always infuriate the control freaks. That’s ’cause they’re control freaks.

There are great reasons to have self driving vehicles, war zones, farm tractors, and cargo shipping come to mind. Individual citizens hauling their independent asses to and fro? That’s a bad place for mechanization.

Anyway, I like the cut of this guy’s jib:

“There’s talk – silly, absurd talk – of banning the private ownership of cars. Molon labe, baby! You can have my Yukon, my three-ton idwhen you pry it from my cold dead hands. And you can forget the self-driving nonsense, too: up here where I live, you can’t see the lines on the road four months out of the year on account of the blowing snow. Good luck dealing with that, Google.”

Hat tip to Never Yet Melted.

 

 

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So Much For That

I had an awesome plan for a series of posts that would hit the ground running Monday morning. Unfortunately my “automagic” scheduled posts disappeared into the aether. I blame Russian collusion.

I’ll fix it shortly. Carry on.

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Phenology Update

Perhaps you think spring is nigh? Time for tulips and robins and girls in summer dresses? NO!

It ‘aint over yet. I know this for two reasons.

  • I’m not aware of any trucks that have fallen through the ice. It’s not spring until someone sinks a truck.
  • The UPS guy got stuck in my “plowed” driveway. (Admittedly it was “plowed” only to a limited degree of “plowness”.) He had to use a traction mat to get rolling again. Fortunately for all involved, it wasn’t a big deal. He was only delayed a few minutes; no harm no foul. If he’d gotten stuck badly such that I had to tug him out with the Dodge and a chain I’d have been fatally embarrassed. (And probably my future UPS deliveries would be found in the ditch for the rest of my life.) Lets hear it for reasonable people, shovels, and a traction mat.

Also, here’s a snapshot to make folks south of the Mason Dixon line happy with their choice of location. (Take heart y’all. When it’s August and the southeast is more humid than Satan’s jock strap, be happy you weren’t freezing your balls off in March. Pros and cons to all places.) Incidentally this is on the best maintained road for miles. I wish I’d taken a snapshot of the hell I ground through to get to pavement. I bitch about my truck’s maintenance but I frequently use it to it’s full potential. All hail 4×4!


I like comparing phenology year to year. Other phenology updates are linked below. Unfortunately, I didn’t mark them all. Some phenology in my blog is not in this list. (I blame my dog for not forcing greater editorial discipline.) Lie back and think of summer:

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Old Timey Saw Blade: Part 5

I said I didn’t want to go down the rabbit hole. Yet here I am.

I’ve ordered a 30″ bowsaw blade from Amazon (link).
It’s not what I wanted but it’s cheap and it’s what I can find. I’m reasonably sure it’ll work even if it looks less than cool. I’ll keep the more massive old blade until I can get it sharpened and in the meantime consider the saw “sporterized”.

There will be an after action report once Amazon delivers and I test the saw.


I started wondering about the age of this critter. I suspect chainsaws are what put bucksaws in the retirement home. Chainsaws got serious maybe sometime around WW2? So that indicates bucksaws went full Betamax around 70 years ago? (It’s just a guess.)

As an antique it’s worth jack shit. People hang ’em on walls in restaurants and stuff and it’s worth well under $50 as a wall hanger. Nobody gets worried about “provenance” if it’s just a decoration. Thus, I don’t know how old it is.

I did find this:

The Saw In History says “Fig. 22 shows an excellent type of this saw [bucksaw] in it’s modern form.” I take “modern” to mean “when the book was published” and that’s 1916. Mine isn’t exactly the same. I’m sure I’ve got the Walmart version that’s a little planer and it’s possibly slightly newer. Nevertheless it looks like 102 year old technology. Cool.

I’m all for preserving at least the knowledge of, and ability to use, old things. Hmm…. suddenly I feel like shooting some of my older rifles. No! What am I saying? Time to bring out one of my muzzleloaders and blast away at the 80 yard target (an old barrel). I’m sure the saw will approve.

Adaptive “Rabbit Hole” Curmudgeon

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Old Timey Saw Blade: Part 4

I wanted to add that I did a few (mostly informal) lumberjack competitions and they’re great fun. You know how it is. You’re 19, bulletproof, and inclined to whip that saw like you’re out to destroy all who oppose you. What a hoot! It was like this kid (source), but bigger, hairier, booted, bearded, and… OK fine I didn’t look anything like this kid. 

One thing I discovered is that a two man saw will seriously jack you up; especially if you were cutting wood like a rabid weasel. (And why wouldn’t you be cutting like a maniac? Is it not competition?) The next day I’d wake up with aches and pains the likes of which people should write an opera. Plus there was a hangover. There was always a hangover. Eventually I drifted to a competition where I seemed to do better with damn near no work; axe throwing. In my opinion, everyone should wail on a two man saw with an equally rabid partner at least once in life.  But then get over it and maybe chuck polearms or something.

I love me some hand tools but I’m in a different era of life where I want to efficiently cut shit without going into testosterone overload. Therefore I salute this dude, who’s old but wearing a kilt and still cutting wood. If you can wear a kilt non-ironically you’re clearly badass (link to source):

I’m calling him an official badass.

While searching about two man crosscut saws I stumbled across this:

Lindsay Daun competes in the Jack and Jill Double Buck competition with her partner Dave Jewett (not pictured). The two won the event with a time of a 7.18 seconds. The Jack and Jill contest consists of a man and a woman and the first team to saw through the 20-inch white pine log wins.
Photo by Ackerman + Gruber

Seven seconds for a 20 inch white pine. Not bad.

I also found this:

You know you’re turned on. Admit it!

Isn’t that the most American photo you’ve seen? A two stroke, rediculously overpowered, human monster truck of awesome that’s also feminine and bad ass. A few days ago I was posting about the cute Korean curling skip with the owl glasses. I’m pretty sure the chainsaw girl above would kill and eat curling lass for breakfast. Yee haw! I haven’t been to a lumberjack competition in years. Maybe I need to get out more?

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Old Timey Saw Blade: Part 3

I’ve been busy and haven’t bought (or built) any saw parts yet but I did find this photo. It’s a two man crosscut saw:

This is a giant Frankenstein’s Monster scale version of my little buck saw. As you can see, it’s not like a regular handsaw. The cutters are in pairs, one cuts the wood fiber on the right of the kerf, the other cuts the fiber on the left of the kerf. Like two little knives that slice the wood but don’t remove it. Then the rakers come along. Those are the v shaped things. The pointy end of the raker, whichever one is moving forward, chisels out the already separated wood fiber. The very very deep gullet gives space for the resulting sawdust to ride all the way to the edge of the log without gumming things up. The cutter teeth and rakers work identically on the pull and the push stroke. It’s a bi-directional saw.

A normal handsaw has teeth like image. (I have no idea where this image came from, it just emerged from GoDuckGo image search… if it’s your image please tell me.) These teeth only cut one way:

Because nothing in life is simple, there are a few old timey saws that cut like the two man saw above. Check out this bad boy:

Holy shit! It’s sawzilla!

By the way, there’s a dude who’s selling that saw. I don’t know anything about his business other than he has several variants of sawzilla and thus he’s cool.

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Old Timey Saw Blade: Part 2

I got a lot of good advice about just using a replacement bow saw blade. Either that or using a bandsaw blade and cutting to length. (Bonus points on that last one for being super adaptive!) Since I’m kinda’ digging the idea of restoring this saw I did some checking myself. Here are some more details.

#1: It’s a bucksaw. When I search on DuckDuckGo “bucksaw” turns up a zillion photos of exactly what I have. (You’re not searching on Google are you? You gotta’ watch out for Google. They’re evil motherfuckers… I’m just sayin.) Lots of people use bowsaw and bucksaw interchangeably but for my purposes if it’s old and wood and looks like a pioneer would use it, then it’s a bucksaw. If it’s not old, not wood, and a pioneer would throw his heavy bucksaw in a lake as soon as he got his hands on this lighter modern device, it’s a bowsaw.

#2: It’s way thicker than a bowsaw. I’m talking here of thickness of the blade, not merely length.

#3 I estimate it’s 1 7/8″ thick. A regular bowsaw is a lot thinner. Though I suppose there’s no reason the thinner bowsaw blade won’t work as well as the thicker bucksaw blade. The only thing doing work are the teeth. The only drawback is that it won’t look right. 

#4 Lengthwise I estimate it’s 29 1/4″ from “pin to pin”. I still haven’t figured out how to remove and replace those pins. On the one hand I don’t want to totally trash the cool old saw. On the other hand I want a working object and not a wall hanger. If I wind up with wingnuts and a bolt I’ll just have to face what I’ve done. (I’m no wimp about messing with old stuff so long as it’s cheap. Don’t ask what I’ve done to some old Mosin Nagants.)

#5 I’m not sure but I don’t think bandsaw blades will do. The bucksaw has cutter teeth and rakers. The bandsaw has no rakers. I think for human powered cutting, I need rakers to get the sawdust out of the kerf. (Also, either the photo sucks of my bandsaw totally needs a new blade too.)

#6 I’m starting to decode the cutter teeth count. My old bucksaw has 2 cutter teeth between each raker. My modern (cheapo) bowsaw has 4 cutter teeth between rakers. This bowsaw blade is $11 and 4 cutters per raker. It says it’s for green wood: 

Thus I suspect 2 cutters/raker is for dry and 4 cutters/raker is for green.


#7 Update: SHIT! This example has no rakers and it says it’s for dry wood. My raker theory is shot to hell. (It’s still $11. At least things aren’t getting too expensive yet.)

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Old Timey Saw Blade

Anyone got advice about old saws? Recently I was messing around with this:

Finally! A tool that doesn’t want to update it’s goddamn driver every ten minutes.

I’ve no idea how old it is, but I do know that it’s not sharp. I want to buy a new blade.

I’m well aware that the blade can be sharpened. There’s enough metal there for another 100 years. However, I know what’ll happen if I try to sharpen it. I’ll go down a three week voyage of discovery on how to sharpen old saws. I’ll wind up with a head full of all sorts of errata and buy 6 flat files and a custom raker gauge shipped from England. I’ll wind up doing research and freebasing old Foxfire books. It’ll never end.

I have to keep from going off track. (I’m well aware that using a wooden bow saw when I have a radial arm saw is already going off track but hand tools are cool!)

A new blade on the old frame is my proposed compromise with the modern world. Old saw, new blade, sounds like magic. How hard can it be? Anyone know where I can buy a new blade? Obviously, if it’s too expensive then a new blade is a deal killer. But one can hope. Also I hope it’s easy to pull the pins or rivets or whatever the hell is holding the blade. (I’m not yet clear on that.)

It’s super easy to do these things with a modern bow saw:
And even a monkey like me can replace the blade:

Incidentally, locally it’s almost cheaper to buy a new bow saw (which comes with a blade) than the blade itself. So I have a couple bow saws hanging around, tending to replace the whole saw because I need it in a hurry and why not spot an extra few bucks to get the whole shebang rather than just the blade? BUT… I’m too cheap to throw out the old frame which is perfectly good. So I just hang it up in the barn and think about other things. I’ll rectify that sooner or later. Online the bow saw is about $20 and the bow saw blade is about $10.

One more thing:

No matter how cheap you are, never mess with a dull box saw. It’s just too damn much work. There’s cheap and there’s stupid; cutting wood with a dull saw goes beyond stupid and descends into self torture.

 

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Posted Without Comment

Former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice:

“I think it is time for us to have a conversation about what the right to bear arms means in the modern world. I don’t understand why civilians need to have access to military weapons. We wouldn’t say you can go out and buy a tank.

Five minute Google search:

This tank is in top notch running condition. Ready to go. It has been disassembled, cleaned and all fluids topped off. 100% combat-ready! In the U.S. with new road wheels. This tank has been zero timed and runs fantastic. It is so clean – you could eat off the floor! Price:$280,000. Santa Margarita, CA

Conclusion:

You can go out and buy a tank. God bless America!

Hat tip to Sondrakistan. (Note from A.C.: Tanks are just weird bulldozer derivatives with ugly paint and they’re completely legal. Exploding projectiles, however, are banned. This is a lot like how you can have a normal light fixture but the 100 watt incandescent lightbulbs it was designed for are banned.)

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