The funny thing is that this didn't describe at all how to operate the toilet that was in that stall.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Seems like a reasonable sign.
The funny thing is that this didn't describe at all how to operate the toilet that was in that stall.
Wednesday, June 01, 2011
Big Lucid Dream Break Through
Ok, so just a warning, if you start to delve into your own subconscious, it maybe weirder than you expect.
Major breakthrough though last night... I was able to sustaing a lucid dream almost as long as I wanted. The most unusual discovery was playing with my subconscious as if it were a different entity than yourself. Me and myself being different people.
I had kind of figured lucid dreams were the route to being one with your subconscious and all its resources and knowledge. The act of lucid dreaming plays out like this... you are there, basically an immortal god in a world of your own creation. Anything you want, is created, any being, machine, environment... all you have to do is desire it and it happens. I can't imagine anything closer to being all powerful than lucid dreaming. The thing is that when you are there, it isn't even an illusion. It is as real as anything that happens in your physical life.
When it gets weird is when your own subconscious imagination messes with you for it's own fun. I figure, if you really are in your own brain, then whatever you are experiencing must have been created by you. Right? Things should take the form that you imagine they should, because it is your imagination creating them. It should be a closed system. No one in there but you and yourself... So where would this unexpected element come from?
I know that might sound crazy. Sort of if you imagine a you have found a magic Genie, and he thinks puns are funny. Several times I would wish something into existence, find what had been created was not in fact what I had intended, but could be interpreted that way if it was trying to fuck with myself.
"I wish for a million bucks!"
(Suddenly surrounded by deer...)
"Ha ha... subconscious me is being funny again, apparently I have to be clearer with myself..."
That kind of thing.
The other interesting thing I found is that it is easier to sustain lucid dreaming when your dream body is doing something different than your real body. Try and keep your actions as different from laying down in a bed as possible. When the signals and sensations from your dream body start to be similar to what you physical body is experiencing they star to overlap and you will start to wake up. So if you feel yourself start to wake, just do something really physical (in your dream). What worked for me was to run. When I was running, I would go deeper into dream state and when I stayed still, I would start to come out of it.
The only problem with this "do something physical in your dream" model of dream sustainment is that you may accidentally cross the signal and make your physical body do it instead of your dream body. This takes the shocking form of finding yourself awake in shipping container in central Asia having just punched the overhead bunk or the wall next to your bed. I imagine it could also get awkward with your roommates if you try some sort of dream sex act and your physical body acts it out because of crossed signals...
So, in conclusion. When you are by yourself in your own mind, you aren't alone... or you aren't really in your own mind... Think about it! Also, push the bed into the middle of the room for safety.
Major breakthrough though last night... I was able to sustaing a lucid dream almost as long as I wanted. The most unusual discovery was playing with my subconscious as if it were a different entity than yourself. Me and myself being different people.
I had kind of figured lucid dreams were the route to being one with your subconscious and all its resources and knowledge. The act of lucid dreaming plays out like this... you are there, basically an immortal god in a world of your own creation. Anything you want, is created, any being, machine, environment... all you have to do is desire it and it happens. I can't imagine anything closer to being all powerful than lucid dreaming. The thing is that when you are there, it isn't even an illusion. It is as real as anything that happens in your physical life.
When it gets weird is when your own subconscious imagination messes with you for it's own fun. I figure, if you really are in your own brain, then whatever you are experiencing must have been created by you. Right? Things should take the form that you imagine they should, because it is your imagination creating them. It should be a closed system. No one in there but you and yourself... So where would this unexpected element come from?
I know that might sound crazy. Sort of if you imagine a you have found a magic Genie, and he thinks puns are funny. Several times I would wish something into existence, find what had been created was not in fact what I had intended, but could be interpreted that way if it was trying to fuck with myself.
"I wish for a million bucks!"
(Suddenly surrounded by deer...)
"Ha ha... subconscious me is being funny again, apparently I have to be clearer with myself..."
That kind of thing.
The other interesting thing I found is that it is easier to sustain lucid dreaming when your dream body is doing something different than your real body. Try and keep your actions as different from laying down in a bed as possible. When the signals and sensations from your dream body start to be similar to what you physical body is experiencing they star to overlap and you will start to wake up. So if you feel yourself start to wake, just do something really physical (in your dream). What worked for me was to run. When I was running, I would go deeper into dream state and when I stayed still, I would start to come out of it.
The only problem with this "do something physical in your dream" model of dream sustainment is that you may accidentally cross the signal and make your physical body do it instead of your dream body. This takes the shocking form of finding yourself awake in shipping container in central Asia having just punched the overhead bunk or the wall next to your bed. I imagine it could also get awkward with your roommates if you try some sort of dream sex act and your physical body acts it out because of crossed signals...
So, in conclusion. When you are by yourself in your own mind, you aren't alone... or you aren't really in your own mind... Think about it! Also, push the bed into the middle of the room for safety.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
The only logical explanation: I blasted it with my mind!
So as I have mentioned before in a post, I am exploring the possibilities of Out of Body Experiences, Lucid Dreaming, etc...
Unfortunately I do not have proof of having traveled through space and time just with my mind, or entered other people's dreams or anything like that. I am not even going to claim that I have done it at all even with out proof. However, I would like to relay an interesting anecdotal happing from two days ago.
I had been reading a book on the subject of Astro Projection written from a wiccan point of view. Why not right, might as well check on it. A lot of it seems like bunko and... witchcraft... but one technique for separating your conscience from your physical body involved meditating while looking at a significant symbol drawn on a card. The idea being that you travel out through the symbol on the card to the astral plain.
As I thought about it, it seemed to me that what might really be happening is that your mind is more easily focused if you have something for you eyes to look at. A simple drawing on a card simply presents an easy place to keep your attention. Using this logic, I decided to try it.
When I am in bed, I hang my watch from the bottom of the bunk over me. That way, in the middle of the night I can just look up and can see the hands glowing in the dark and know the time. Since I imagined this technique of astro projection basically about giving something to do for your eyes as your mind focuses and separates I figured my glowing watch in the darkness would be a good subject to look at. It was simple in appearance, contrasted well with the background, etc... I didn't think that I would actually travel out through the watch, just that I might be able to meditate more focused by looking at it in the dark.
So I did...
Now, let me explain that this watch is really a pretty darn good watch. It is a 3 year old Citizen Eco Drive skyhawk A-T. It is solar powered so it doesn't run out of batteries and has never ever been off time in the last 3+ years that I have been wearing it. I have banged it around in aircraft, irradiated it with radars at close range, spun high voltage electrical equipment around it and never has it done anything but keep perfect time. I have literally trusted my life to this watch when I have used it as a fuel gauge. I would say it is probably the most reliable mechanical object I have ever used.
Right, so back to the astro projection bit. That night it went down like this: I was laying there in bed, focusing on the watch. I remember doing that for a while... then it was the next morning. I woke up and figured I must have just fallen asleep.
Shit, oh well, I guess I'll try again later.
After I had been awake for a few hours, I noticed that my watch was all kinds of screwed up! Not only was the time off in the digital section, but the hands themselves weren't even aligned with the wrong time! Basically the whole thing was completely jacked up! This watch can display three timezones at once, but they are all synced up at least in the minutes and seconds... Now they didn't even agree with each other in that! This shouldn't even be possible.
The obvious conclusion is that I accidental blasted my watch with my mind as I attempted to astro project.
So, in the name of science I should attempt to do it again. Surprisingly my roommate would not let me attempt it on his watch the next night. Even after I reconfirmed that what he feared was me breaking his watch with just my thoughts and energy of being... he said no... he really liked his watch. I can only assume he can sence my powers!
Don't worry everyone, after downloading the manual from the internet, I have been able to recalibrate my watch and it seems to be performing nominally again.
Unfortunately I do not have proof of having traveled through space and time just with my mind, or entered other people's dreams or anything like that. I am not even going to claim that I have done it at all even with out proof. However, I would like to relay an interesting anecdotal happing from two days ago.
I had been reading a book on the subject of Astro Projection written from a wiccan point of view. Why not right, might as well check on it. A lot of it seems like bunko and... witchcraft... but one technique for separating your conscience from your physical body involved meditating while looking at a significant symbol drawn on a card. The idea being that you travel out through the symbol on the card to the astral plain.
As I thought about it, it seemed to me that what might really be happening is that your mind is more easily focused if you have something for you eyes to look at. A simple drawing on a card simply presents an easy place to keep your attention. Using this logic, I decided to try it.
When I am in bed, I hang my watch from the bottom of the bunk over me. That way, in the middle of the night I can just look up and can see the hands glowing in the dark and know the time. Since I imagined this technique of astro projection basically about giving something to do for your eyes as your mind focuses and separates I figured my glowing watch in the darkness would be a good subject to look at. It was simple in appearance, contrasted well with the background, etc... I didn't think that I would actually travel out through the watch, just that I might be able to meditate more focused by looking at it in the dark.
So I did...
Now, let me explain that this watch is really a pretty darn good watch. It is a 3 year old Citizen Eco Drive skyhawk A-T. It is solar powered so it doesn't run out of batteries and has never ever been off time in the last 3+ years that I have been wearing it. I have banged it around in aircraft, irradiated it with radars at close range, spun high voltage electrical equipment around it and never has it done anything but keep perfect time. I have literally trusted my life to this watch when I have used it as a fuel gauge. I would say it is probably the most reliable mechanical object I have ever used.
Right, so back to the astro projection bit. That night it went down like this: I was laying there in bed, focusing on the watch. I remember doing that for a while... then it was the next morning. I woke up and figured I must have just fallen asleep.
Shit, oh well, I guess I'll try again later.
After I had been awake for a few hours, I noticed that my watch was all kinds of screwed up! Not only was the time off in the digital section, but the hands themselves weren't even aligned with the wrong time! Basically the whole thing was completely jacked up! This watch can display three timezones at once, but they are all synced up at least in the minutes and seconds... Now they didn't even agree with each other in that! This shouldn't even be possible.
The obvious conclusion is that I accidental blasted my watch with my mind as I attempted to astro project.
So, in the name of science I should attempt to do it again. Surprisingly my roommate would not let me attempt it on his watch the next night. Even after I reconfirmed that what he feared was me breaking his watch with just my thoughts and energy of being... he said no... he really liked his watch. I can only assume he can sence my powers!
Don't worry everyone, after downloading the manual from the internet, I have been able to recalibrate my watch and it seems to be performing nominally again.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Turbo! The 80's gift to locomotion. Prego! some tomcat's gift to me!
Ladies and gentlemen... Bad news. The Buick is not doing so good. She needs either a new engine or to have her engine rebuilt. I will eventually get to that, but in the mean time, I need a dang way to get to work.
I know what you are thinking, "Nick! You have so many awesome vehicles! Can't you just take a different one to work?"
The answer, "Yes I can... but most of the reasonable and practical ways I have to get to work are also disassembled with all their nubile bits all over the shop in boxes." (it happens) None of them are a weekend a way from drivable to work.
Obviously the answer lays on Craig's list! Maybe there is another cheap boat that I can roll. They are in every back yard around here!
Well, indeed there were many cheap boats that I could roll... unfortunately I got distracted by a car that I had never in my life considered actually driving myself. Actually I had mostly considered the drivers of such cars total asshats.
But before we get into that, let me tell you about my past relationship with turbos. When I was five years old, my mom got a 1986 Subaru XT Coupe Turbo. I remember this car because as far as my little five year old brain could tell, my mom drove a goddamn space ship! It was tiny, it had 4 wheel drive, it was gloss black like Darth Vader's face, and it had a TURBO! Now as a five year old, I didn't get to actually drive that car but I do remember being in the back seat with my brother going to school. I also remember begging my mom to punch the turbo so that I would get flung back in my seat and feel the G's of speed! (The 30 year old version of my mother didn't take much encouragement from my brother and I to max perform that car.)
A drawing I did of my mom's Subaru XT Coupe Turbo. Notice the pop up headlights!
This is how every morning went until I turned 8 and started walking to school.
"Mom! Hit the TURBO!!!!!!"
"VROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM..."
"HUACKEEEUUUGGHGH" <----this all="" back="" br="" brother="" him.="" in="" is="" me="" my="" next="" of="" over="" seat="" sound="" strapped="" the="" throwing="" tightly="" to="" up="" with="">
Imagine puke visible in the back windows... I am surprised I didn't draw it that way originally.
Either way, my 5-8 year old mornings were filled with the awesomeness of Turbos and the smell of freshly upchucked cheerios, still AWESOME!
Fast forward 10 years. My mom still had the same car and was teaching me to drive with it. By then the turbo was long seized and the little four cylinder was very tired. Very unimpressive as far as a driving experience. I pretty much didn't think anything of turbos. Sort of an ancient oddity but no real value in a car.
Oddly enough, I have realized that I hadn't ever driven a turbo car since the XT Coupe... until just this last weekend.
HOLY MOTHERFUCK! I don't see why everything on the planet doesn't come turbocharged to include underpants and asparagus! Turbos are awesome!
So... this brings us back to modern day Craig's list. The car that I had previously poo-pooed as for asshats was the Porsche 944. Porsches in general, but especially that model. Anyways, I was looking around and I saw a few for sale. For some reason I started reading more and more about them. I really was in the mood for something reasonable in the automotive department. Nothing like driving to work each day across the great plains in sub freezing temperatures on a motorcycle to have you looking at 1995 Sedan DeVilles and 1997 Lincoln Towncars! I started thinking less about 60's cars and started thinking about things like heaters, radios, water tightness... etc. Weak sauce shit I know. As I started thinking about the Porsches I started thinking I could have it all! "It all" being warmth, reliability, speed, and fuel efficiency. Obviously a late eighties Porsche (please pronounce the silent E on the end) was the answer!
I test drove one from craig's list. Holy Christfuck it is fast. I have no doubt it is the fastest car I have ever driven in my life. (It had some upgrades as it turned out... chips and other go fast items.)
Now I have a 88 Porsche 944 Turbo as my reliable car.
The turbo is insane. The way it works is you drive it around town and it feels pretty much like an 88 ford Escort. (Conveniently I drew one of these in my sketch book when I was 6 as well.) The four cylinders power it around like you are propelled by rabbit farts. Then you put the peddle down and it is like you are being smacked in the back of the head by a cricket bat!
Have you ever plucked a booger out of your nose, and flicked it across the room? Well drive this and you will know what that booger feels like is like in person! ZAPP!
STUCK TO THE WALL!
WOW!
Put it this way, I will now scavenge every turbo out of ever car I find with one in a junkyard ever for life!
I am planning to turbocharge my hot water heater this weekend...
In other news, that cool cat is getting fat really fast. Like, Really FAT! I know that mice are probably very nutritious, but I am starting to think that that hippy dude gave me a pregnant cat!
I am in the midst of teaching Artemis the Cat to use the toilet, because lets face it, litter boxes are basically a gross box of shit. If I spend 2 weeks teaching this cat to shit in the toilet I will have gotten rid of the biggest problem of pet ownership. (Fecal matter for those of you not following well enough to guess what I meant as the biggest problem.)
Anyways... I hope those kittens will be nimble on toilet seats or good swimmers because fuck litter boxes!
Fuck, new personal low! I am blogging about a cat.
I'll redeem myself by demonstrating how cool I was when I was five! Check out this bitch'n bobtail semi tractor! (Must have been on a road trip.)
This is what my six year old self thought driving would be like! Don't mind the backwards nines, look at the smile! I am pretty sure I am driving a Subaru XT Coupe with a missile launcher on the front.
What my parent's house looked like when I was ten years old.
This was actually on the adjacent page about to bomb my house... pictured previously.
A ship passing behind a tree.
Also, I seem to have had a Statue of Liberty fetish when I was 5... I have pages and pages of drawing of her.
I know what you are thinking, "Nick! You have so many awesome vehicles! Can't you just take a different one to work?"
The answer, "Yes I can... but most of the reasonable and practical ways I have to get to work are also disassembled with all their nubile bits all over the shop in boxes." (it happens) None of them are a weekend a way from drivable to work.
Obviously the answer lays on Craig's list! Maybe there is another cheap boat that I can roll. They are in every back yard around here!
Well, indeed there were many cheap boats that I could roll... unfortunately I got distracted by a car that I had never in my life considered actually driving myself. Actually I had mostly considered the drivers of such cars total asshats.
But before we get into that, let me tell you about my past relationship with turbos. When I was five years old, my mom got a 1986 Subaru XT Coupe Turbo. I remember this car because as far as my little five year old brain could tell, my mom drove a goddamn space ship! It was tiny, it had 4 wheel drive, it was gloss black like Darth Vader's face, and it had a TURBO! Now as a five year old, I didn't get to actually drive that car but I do remember being in the back seat with my brother going to school. I also remember begging my mom to punch the turbo so that I would get flung back in my seat and feel the G's of speed! (The 30 year old version of my mother didn't take much encouragement from my brother and I to max perform that car.)
A drawing I did of my mom's Subaru XT Coupe Turbo. Notice the pop up headlights!
This is how every morning went until I turned 8 and started walking to school.
"Mom! Hit the TURBO!!!!!!"
"VROOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM..."
"HUACKEEEUUUGGHGH" <----this all="" back="" br="" brother="" him.="" in="" is="" me="" my="" next="" of="" over="" seat="" sound="" strapped="" the="" throwing="" tightly="" to="" up="" with="">
Imagine puke visible in the back windows... I am surprised I didn't draw it that way originally.Either way, my 5-8 year old mornings were filled with the awesomeness of Turbos and the smell of freshly upchucked cheerios, still AWESOME!
Fast forward 10 years. My mom still had the same car and was teaching me to drive with it. By then the turbo was long seized and the little four cylinder was very tired. Very unimpressive as far as a driving experience. I pretty much didn't think anything of turbos. Sort of an ancient oddity but no real value in a car.
Oddly enough, I have realized that I hadn't ever driven a turbo car since the XT Coupe... until just this last weekend.
HOLY MOTHERFUCK! I don't see why everything on the planet doesn't come turbocharged to include underpants and asparagus! Turbos are awesome!
So... this brings us back to modern day Craig's list. The car that I had previously poo-pooed as for asshats was the Porsche 944. Porsches in general, but especially that model. Anyways, I was looking around and I saw a few for sale. For some reason I started reading more and more about them. I really was in the mood for something reasonable in the automotive department. Nothing like driving to work each day across the great plains in sub freezing temperatures on a motorcycle to have you looking at 1995 Sedan DeVilles and 1997 Lincoln Towncars! I started thinking less about 60's cars and started thinking about things like heaters, radios, water tightness... etc. Weak sauce shit I know. As I started thinking about the Porsches I started thinking I could have it all! "It all" being warmth, reliability, speed, and fuel efficiency. Obviously a late eighties Porsche (please pronounce the silent E on the end) was the answer!
I test drove one from craig's list. Holy Christfuck it is fast. I have no doubt it is the fastest car I have ever driven in my life. (It had some upgrades as it turned out... chips and other go fast items.)
Now I have a 88 Porsche 944 Turbo as my reliable car.
The turbo is insane. The way it works is you drive it around town and it feels pretty much like an 88 ford Escort. (Conveniently I drew one of these in my sketch book when I was 6 as well.) The four cylinders power it around like you are propelled by rabbit farts. Then you put the peddle down and it is like you are being smacked in the back of the head by a cricket bat!
Have you ever plucked a booger out of your nose, and flicked it across the room? Well drive this and you will know what that booger feels like is like in person! ZAPP!
STUCK TO THE WALL!WOW!
Put it this way, I will now scavenge every turbo out of ever car I find with one in a junkyard ever for life!
I am planning to turbocharge my hot water heater this weekend...
In other news, that cool cat is getting fat really fast. Like, Really FAT! I know that mice are probably very nutritious, but I am starting to think that that hippy dude gave me a pregnant cat!
I am in the midst of teaching Artemis the Cat to use the toilet, because lets face it, litter boxes are basically a gross box of shit. If I spend 2 weeks teaching this cat to shit in the toilet I will have gotten rid of the biggest problem of pet ownership. (Fecal matter for those of you not following well enough to guess what I meant as the biggest problem.)
Anyways... I hope those kittens will be nimble on toilet seats or good swimmers because fuck litter boxes!
Fuck, new personal low! I am blogging about a cat.
I'll redeem myself by demonstrating how cool I was when I was five! Check out this bitch'n bobtail semi tractor! (Must have been on a road trip.)
This is what my six year old self thought driving would be like! Don't mind the backwards nines, look at the smile! I am pretty sure I am driving a Subaru XT Coupe with a missile launcher on the front.
What my parent's house looked like when I was ten years old.
This was actually on the adjacent page about to bomb my house... pictured previously.
A ship passing behind a tree.
Also, I seem to have had a Statue of Liberty fetish when I was 5... I have pages and pages of drawing of her.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Buick trama brings felion manifestation of Artemis: I now have a roommate.
"So there I was," driving back from Albuquerque last weekend in the trusty blue Buick. I had had some overheating problems, but they seemed to be fixed so I didn't think twice about the trip home. Unfortunately the Buick did...
I was just past Morriarty, New Mexico when the shit totally hit the fan. And by shit, I mean all my coolant. The weather that day was basically wind swept tundra blizzard. Not appealing to be stuck on the side of the road in any way shape of form. Instead of becoming a damsel in distress, I decided I should nurse it to the next exit and do some motor surgery in a gas station parking lot there. The engine continued to overheat but still was moving so I kept going. I got to an exit ramp and rolled off it. The engine was starting to lug and make clattery noises. Just as I got to the stop sign at the top of the exit ramp, it clattered and then everything was totally silent... except for the snow filled wind blowing across the plains.
Well at least I made it to the exit right? Unfortunately I looked around an there seemed to be nothing but an abandoned Route 66 motel and bar. I was just as fucked here as I would have been on the freeway. I monkeyed around with the car trying to get it back in running order... but I wasn't able to effect anything. I did manage to nicely drain my battery. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I was fucked and needed to call for help.
Cell phones are magical!
A friend of mine agreed to come pick me up so that at least I would get to work the next day on time. It was still almost 3 hours away so I would have to abandon the car where it was. The Buick right now was beyond repair in that location in that weather. Knowing he was on his way I did the only sensible thing and curled up on the bench seat to take a nap. I did for about 2 hours... when I got a phone call. Basically he said that the free way was closed for snow and he couldn't get to me. Well shit... He had talked to the state patrol and asked them to come check on me. Shortly after he hung up, the state patrol did indeed come and knock on my window.
I talked to him for a while... mostly about weather. As I was talking to him I turned and saw that the abandoned old bar was now totally filled with big rig trucks. I had checked earlier, but it had been closed so I asked what was going on? He said, "well that there is a titty bar! Maybe you should just go hang out there..."
Always one to follow advice from a figure of authority, I did just what the cop suggested.
Holy shit! I happened to break down next to a strip club? I am a lucky SOB!
So I find the door and go in!
To call it a strip club is quite an exaggeration. It is really a bar where some old ladies stand around mostly naked... except that it was not a very well heated building, so they wore tennis shoes, panties, gloves, a coat, and knit hat. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer and the guy next to me asked if I was Bulgarian.
Not that I know of.
Turns out this guy was Ukrainian! After taking about 30 seconds to expend all the conversational Russian I remember (Mostly How to order beer and "don't hitting tree") we talked about Ukraine, women, beer, women, cars, women, pool, women... etc. It turns out that just that day that guy had defleshed his finger with his wedding ring. As he was jumping down from his truck, he caught the ring on his mirror and it pulled the finger flesh right off like he was taking off a sock. He stuffed it back onto his naked bones and then drove himself 50 miles to the hospital. They sewed it back together... but he decided to take it easy the rest of the day and just drove to this bar to park in the lot here.
Very reasonable.
About this time we found out that the high way was opening back up and that one of the dudes from work would be driving buy soon and I could catch a ride back with him.
So I did. Very anti-climactic given where the evening had the potential to end up. Here I was in a bar full of truckers and ladies of the night completely trapped from the rest of civilization. I was one twist of supernatural away from "Dusk Till Dawn" and instead I got a long ride home to a cold dark garage where it turns out my hot water heater had shit it self.
Fuck.
No hot water, it was well below zero in here, my best car was dead on the side of the road becoming a lump in the snow bank, and I had missed out on a night of fighting vampires. On top of all that I had work in the morning and no reasonable way to get there. Damn it. And I was going to have to go to bed and work smelling like smoky trucker titty bar.
There are worse things.
In the morning I decided to take my most reasonable method of my unreasonable methods of transportation to work, (my 1954 Chevy 2 Ton flat bed truck) only to find that someone had stolen the gas out of it while I had been gone.
This was all very un-Dude!
Anyways, over the course of the week i manage to learn all about water heaters by disassembling and rebuilding mine, which was kind of fun. On Saturday my buddy from work that had attempted to come get me in the snow and I went up with a trailer to drag home the corpse of the Buick. Success on that front.
Today, I was attempting to resurrect the Buick out in my front gravel area. Things were going well enough... still no final prognosis but things are looking good for at least a few thousand more miles on this engine.
So while I was out working on the Buick, my hippy neighbor dude rolls in to say hi. (He also drives a 76 Buick Electra just like mine so there was some automatic grandfalooning from the start.) Obviously he was sad to hear about mine, but offered a lot of advice anyways. As we were standing here in the shop, he noticed that there were quite a few mice running around.
(Yea... while I was gone the last few weeks mice moved in and took the place over. There were empty beer cans and pizza boxes everywhere from one of their parties and they didn't clean up at all. The little bastards even ate all my spaghetti right out of the box!) I liked the mice when there was only two of them and I only saw them if I was really quiet and watched for them. Then they were cool. It got to the point they were ordering pay-per-view on my credit card. Things were out of hand.
So my hippy neighbor says. "Hey man... I got this cool cat man. I didn't want it but my lady friend brought it over cause she knows I am like a cat whisperer or something and she didn't want it to get hit in the road. I don't know if she mouses, but you can have her if you want."
Why not. I would rather have one cat roommate than on hundred billion mice roommates. Worst case: I am cleaning one more animal's poop out of my living area... best case: I am only cleaning one animal's poop out of my living area!
So it turns out the cat is awesome and cuddly. Still I don't know if she is a mouser cat. I let her go in the shop and then went back to working on the Buick. When I came back in a few minutes later I went to say hi and make sure she wasn't to spazed out by the move. I couldn't find her.
Suddely I hear a fight going on in the wall!
IN THE WALL!
This little barely more than a kitten had crawled into the mouse hole after them and was fighting them all inside the wall.
To say that she mouses would be like saying Babe Ruth played baseball.
After HOUR five of continuous prowling of my shop, I asked her her name... Turns out it is Artemis.
I was just past Morriarty, New Mexico when the shit totally hit the fan. And by shit, I mean all my coolant. The weather that day was basically wind swept tundra blizzard. Not appealing to be stuck on the side of the road in any way shape of form. Instead of becoming a damsel in distress, I decided I should nurse it to the next exit and do some motor surgery in a gas station parking lot there. The engine continued to overheat but still was moving so I kept going. I got to an exit ramp and rolled off it. The engine was starting to lug and make clattery noises. Just as I got to the stop sign at the top of the exit ramp, it clattered and then everything was totally silent... except for the snow filled wind blowing across the plains.
Well at least I made it to the exit right? Unfortunately I looked around an there seemed to be nothing but an abandoned Route 66 motel and bar. I was just as fucked here as I would have been on the freeway. I monkeyed around with the car trying to get it back in running order... but I wasn't able to effect anything. I did manage to nicely drain my battery. Eventually I came to the conclusion that I was fucked and needed to call for help.
Cell phones are magical!
A friend of mine agreed to come pick me up so that at least I would get to work the next day on time. It was still almost 3 hours away so I would have to abandon the car where it was. The Buick right now was beyond repair in that location in that weather. Knowing he was on his way I did the only sensible thing and curled up on the bench seat to take a nap. I did for about 2 hours... when I got a phone call. Basically he said that the free way was closed for snow and he couldn't get to me. Well shit... He had talked to the state patrol and asked them to come check on me. Shortly after he hung up, the state patrol did indeed come and knock on my window.
I talked to him for a while... mostly about weather. As I was talking to him I turned and saw that the abandoned old bar was now totally filled with big rig trucks. I had checked earlier, but it had been closed so I asked what was going on? He said, "well that there is a titty bar! Maybe you should just go hang out there..."
Always one to follow advice from a figure of authority, I did just what the cop suggested.
Holy shit! I happened to break down next to a strip club? I am a lucky SOB!
So I find the door and go in!
To call it a strip club is quite an exaggeration. It is really a bar where some old ladies stand around mostly naked... except that it was not a very well heated building, so they wore tennis shoes, panties, gloves, a coat, and knit hat. I sat down at the bar and ordered a beer and the guy next to me asked if I was Bulgarian.
Not that I know of.
Turns out this guy was Ukrainian! After taking about 30 seconds to expend all the conversational Russian I remember (Mostly How to order beer and "don't hitting tree") we talked about Ukraine, women, beer, women, cars, women, pool, women... etc. It turns out that just that day that guy had defleshed his finger with his wedding ring. As he was jumping down from his truck, he caught the ring on his mirror and it pulled the finger flesh right off like he was taking off a sock. He stuffed it back onto his naked bones and then drove himself 50 miles to the hospital. They sewed it back together... but he decided to take it easy the rest of the day and just drove to this bar to park in the lot here.
Very reasonable.
About this time we found out that the high way was opening back up and that one of the dudes from work would be driving buy soon and I could catch a ride back with him.
So I did. Very anti-climactic given where the evening had the potential to end up. Here I was in a bar full of truckers and ladies of the night completely trapped from the rest of civilization. I was one twist of supernatural away from "Dusk Till Dawn" and instead I got a long ride home to a cold dark garage where it turns out my hot water heater had shit it self.
Fuck.
No hot water, it was well below zero in here, my best car was dead on the side of the road becoming a lump in the snow bank, and I had missed out on a night of fighting vampires. On top of all that I had work in the morning and no reasonable way to get there. Damn it. And I was going to have to go to bed and work smelling like smoky trucker titty bar.
There are worse things.
In the morning I decided to take my most reasonable method of my unreasonable methods of transportation to work, (my 1954 Chevy 2 Ton flat bed truck) only to find that someone had stolen the gas out of it while I had been gone.
This was all very un-Dude!
Anyways, over the course of the week i manage to learn all about water heaters by disassembling and rebuilding mine, which was kind of fun. On Saturday my buddy from work that had attempted to come get me in the snow and I went up with a trailer to drag home the corpse of the Buick. Success on that front.
Today, I was attempting to resurrect the Buick out in my front gravel area. Things were going well enough... still no final prognosis but things are looking good for at least a few thousand more miles on this engine.
So while I was out working on the Buick, my hippy neighbor dude rolls in to say hi. (He also drives a 76 Buick Electra just like mine so there was some automatic grandfalooning from the start.) Obviously he was sad to hear about mine, but offered a lot of advice anyways. As we were standing here in the shop, he noticed that there were quite a few mice running around.
(Yea... while I was gone the last few weeks mice moved in and took the place over. There were empty beer cans and pizza boxes everywhere from one of their parties and they didn't clean up at all. The little bastards even ate all my spaghetti right out of the box!) I liked the mice when there was only two of them and I only saw them if I was really quiet and watched for them. Then they were cool. It got to the point they were ordering pay-per-view on my credit card. Things were out of hand.
So my hippy neighbor says. "Hey man... I got this cool cat man. I didn't want it but my lady friend brought it over cause she knows I am like a cat whisperer or something and she didn't want it to get hit in the road. I don't know if she mouses, but you can have her if you want."
Why not. I would rather have one cat roommate than on hundred billion mice roommates. Worst case: I am cleaning one more animal's poop out of my living area... best case: I am only cleaning one animal's poop out of my living area!
So it turns out the cat is awesome and cuddly. Still I don't know if she is a mouser cat. I let her go in the shop and then went back to working on the Buick. When I came back in a few minutes later I went to say hi and make sure she wasn't to spazed out by the move. I couldn't find her.
Suddely I hear a fight going on in the wall!
IN THE WALL!
This little barely more than a kitten had crawled into the mouse hole after them and was fighting them all inside the wall.
To say that she mouses would be like saying Babe Ruth played baseball.
After HOUR five of continuous prowling of my shop, I asked her her name... Turns out it is Artemis.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
Mind Games
Some of you may or may not know, but I have been endeavoring to explore some of the metaphysical aspects of my mind.
I have been trying remote view, time travel in my mind, have out of body experiences, as well as enter other people's dreams... or at least attempt to communicate with them through a shared dream.
I have with practice been able to lucid dream with fair regularity. If you have never lucid dreamed before, I recommend it completely. Sure you know you are in the matrix, but you control the program so it is more like being a god than anything I can think of. So far I have not been able to time travel or remote view once I have reached this state because attempting to do so usually disintegrates the dream and wakes me up. It feel like it is because I am not good enough at it yet, not because it is not possible. Sort of like when you were learning to ride a bike and you would get short stints of being able to stay up and then you fall over. It feels remarkably like that.
As far as communicating with other people via dream I believe I have come close if not actually have done it. The problem is remembering during the dream that I want to do that, (When you can make all your fantasies come true sometimes it is easy to forget the scientific experiments you meant to do.) and the second problem is that the person who's dreams you are trying to enter/communicate with might not be in the right dream state at the same time to make this happen. Even if they are in the right state, verification may not be possible because they may not remember their dreams or might not know to tell you communication was real and successful. It is also possible that once I wake up, I forget as well.
So, what I am getting at: If you do find that I have been in your dream some time, please send me an email or message letting me know what happened in the dream, what day, and an approximate time that you had the dream. This way I can start to verify what I think is happening. REMEMBER: THIS IS FOR SCIENCE!
What I have found when I do attempt to contact a particular person in dream land is that most of the time this contact takes the form of a phone call where they don't answer. (I assume this is because they are awake or not in the right dream state.)
On to remote viewing and out of body experiences. It seems the prevailing thought on how to do this is to induce sleep paralysis in yourself, and then when your body is stuck just step/float/slide out of it. Sleep paralysis is effectively when your body is asleep and disconnected from your mental ability to induce motor functions. It is sort of a safety feature of humans so we don't act out our dreams in bed. There are some tricks for making your body fall asleep while your mind is still totally awake and conscience. I have been able to do this several times but to be honest it is very scary to do. It feels like your whole body is under a huge thick wet mattress or plunged under water or put under weight. Being totally awake and not connected to your body this way is very disconcerting. So far I have not been able to get out of my body once I have disconnected myself from it. The scary part is being stuck in your own body but unable to control it. The next step will be to figure out how to get out of my body once I have disconnected from it.
That is all. Bed time.
I have been trying remote view, time travel in my mind, have out of body experiences, as well as enter other people's dreams... or at least attempt to communicate with them through a shared dream.
I have with practice been able to lucid dream with fair regularity. If you have never lucid dreamed before, I recommend it completely. Sure you know you are in the matrix, but you control the program so it is more like being a god than anything I can think of. So far I have not been able to time travel or remote view once I have reached this state because attempting to do so usually disintegrates the dream and wakes me up. It feel like it is because I am not good enough at it yet, not because it is not possible. Sort of like when you were learning to ride a bike and you would get short stints of being able to stay up and then you fall over. It feels remarkably like that.
As far as communicating with other people via dream I believe I have come close if not actually have done it. The problem is remembering during the dream that I want to do that, (When you can make all your fantasies come true sometimes it is easy to forget the scientific experiments you meant to do.) and the second problem is that the person who's dreams you are trying to enter/communicate with might not be in the right dream state at the same time to make this happen. Even if they are in the right state, verification may not be possible because they may not remember their dreams or might not know to tell you communication was real and successful. It is also possible that once I wake up, I forget as well.
So, what I am getting at: If you do find that I have been in your dream some time, please send me an email or message letting me know what happened in the dream, what day, and an approximate time that you had the dream. This way I can start to verify what I think is happening. REMEMBER: THIS IS FOR SCIENCE!
What I have found when I do attempt to contact a particular person in dream land is that most of the time this contact takes the form of a phone call where they don't answer. (I assume this is because they are awake or not in the right dream state.)
On to remote viewing and out of body experiences. It seems the prevailing thought on how to do this is to induce sleep paralysis in yourself, and then when your body is stuck just step/float/slide out of it. Sleep paralysis is effectively when your body is asleep and disconnected from your mental ability to induce motor functions. It is sort of a safety feature of humans so we don't act out our dreams in bed. There are some tricks for making your body fall asleep while your mind is still totally awake and conscience. I have been able to do this several times but to be honest it is very scary to do. It feels like your whole body is under a huge thick wet mattress or plunged under water or put under weight. Being totally awake and not connected to your body this way is very disconcerting. So far I have not been able to get out of my body once I have disconnected myself from it. The scary part is being stuck in your own body but unable to control it. The next step will be to figure out how to get out of my body once I have disconnected from it.
That is all. Bed time.
Sunday, January 09, 2011
What you have all been waiting for:
So over the last 4 months (Yes, that is all I have lived here.) I have gotten numerous requests for pictures and descriptions of my living situation having moved into an old auto shop. It had been a body shop, but had closed for a few years before I moved in. It isn't quite right to call it abandoned, but only in the sense that I found a land lord to pay rent to.
I'll let the pictures and captions do the talking.
From the main door looking at the living area. The green camo thing is a big surplus cargo parachute I got to put over the living area to keep dust and dirt out of the area where I eat spaghetti. Marginally it works. It makes the inside feel like a big green womb.
The bedroom first iteration. This is still when the futon was my bed. I have it stacked on pallets to keep me farther off the cement floor and farther from the spiders.
Eventually I decided that after 8 years sleeping on the futon maybe I should get a real bed.
This is my bed on it's way home from the lumber yard.
Before I had my truck obviously.
As I was designing it in my head, I was thinking about how to keep warmer in the winter. My thoughts went to... "why don't they have beds, with a sort of cover over them... like a canopy or something..."
Bingo. So I build a canopy bed! (You can see it in the background. It is without the canopy in this picture. The canopy I have is actually a white silk parachute. Very dreamy when it is there. Though it doesn't hold nearly as much heat in as I had expected.
You also see my living room in this picture. All the amenities of a real home, but without dumb things like stainable carpet.
The kitchen: Food... check, ways to cook it... check, ways to preserve it... check. That is really all there is to that then.
The Grand Dinning Room. This is where I entertain heads of state.
THE SHOP AREA
The Caddy in her dry dock. Soon to be an electric car.
The former power plant of the caddy as well as left over implements from when this was a body shop. The track you see on the floor is actually a frame jig for straightening cars frames that have been in wrecks. I don't use it.
The ground equipment storage area.
The fabrication area.
Sweet Home!
I'll let the pictures and captions do the talking.
From the main door looking at the living area. The green camo thing is a big surplus cargo parachute I got to put over the living area to keep dust and dirt out of the area where I eat spaghetti. Marginally it works. It makes the inside feel like a big green womb.
The bedroom first iteration. This is still when the futon was my bed. I have it stacked on pallets to keep me farther off the cement floor and farther from the spiders.
Eventually I decided that after 8 years sleeping on the futon maybe I should get a real bed.
This is my bed on it's way home from the lumber yard.
Before I had my truck obviously.
As I was designing it in my head, I was thinking about how to keep warmer in the winter. My thoughts went to... "why don't they have beds, with a sort of cover over them... like a canopy or something..."
Bingo. So I build a canopy bed! (You can see it in the background. It is without the canopy in this picture. The canopy I have is actually a white silk parachute. Very dreamy when it is there. Though it doesn't hold nearly as much heat in as I had expected.
You also see my living room in this picture. All the amenities of a real home, but without dumb things like stainable carpet.
The kitchen: Food... check, ways to cook it... check, ways to preserve it... check. That is really all there is to that then.
The Grand Dinning Room. This is where I entertain heads of state.
THE SHOP AREA
The Caddy in her dry dock. Soon to be an electric car.
The former power plant of the caddy as well as left over implements from when this was a body shop. The track you see on the floor is actually a frame jig for straightening cars frames that have been in wrecks. I don't use it.
The ground equipment storage area.
The fabrication area.
Sweet Home!
Saturday, January 08, 2011
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