Swamp Musings

Busy busy busy. Been re-wiring the shop and studio, put the job off long enough. Tripled the service entrance power to back close to what it was before lightning melted the underground feeds, quadrupled the recovery capacity of the demand water heater upstairs, and spent some time surveying what to do with what is left of the old goat shed now that 3 big trees decided to eat it all at once. Dominos. BTW, the post title is due to trying out Skin-So-Soft in place of the flesh-eating DEET. Seems to work but even the dawgs don't much care to get near me. Doesn't really repel the ticks so much as make them scurry furiously all over my hide looking for a biteable spot.

poor old goat shed



I'd built a bunch of shelves out of 1" thick rough cypress planks and the shed is mostly full of war-surplus electronic gear, really obsolete 'puters, and a collection of mechanical parts for future projects.


Did you read this piece of dreck from Rooter's Noos/Damnesty International?
Iraqi women no better off post-Saddam

I'm willing to bet these gals might have a little different take.




If you didn't get around to Steve H.'s "All Hate Friday" entry, it is, as usual, excellent. The subject of his scorn is well-served.

Today's Hate Essay: Scott Ritter Turns Tricks for Bloody Dinars
The REAL Whore of Babylon Squeaks Anew

Just go read it, your mind will love you for it!


Time to start supper. Poached catfish, cauliflower, and Uncle Ben's wild rice mix. Haven't had that since Nixon was in office.