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Showing posts with label Numb. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 9, 2026

Can You Believe This Guy?

Serving in the Senate requires a test of strength now?
EAIAC. But the idiot Democrats told Gov. Walz to lay off calling these weirdoes "weird".
Rafael, of course, thinks he's the Marlboro Man.
Or "Pete" Hegseth.
"Bunda Caca" means "full of it".

Friday, June 5, 2026

Still Life W/ Flies

As you start your wknd., a reminder of your fate, mortals. Memento mori.
Almost appears posed. Not by this reporter.

Thursday, June 4, 2026

Obligatory Daily Item

I have less than no inerest in you people & the awful world of agony & bullshit you've made for yourselves. No do you simulated humanoids have any interest in me. I may be back tomorrow w/ a finger for y'all.

Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Tee Vee Was Much Better 52 Yrs. Ago

What do the children have on Saturday mornings now? Not a damn thing, that's what.
Sez on Facebook: Another Cris Shapen masterpiece, whatever that means. Illiterate, non-proofing moron, it's Shapan.

Sunday, May 31, 2026

Sage Burning

Ritual cleansing of tunes from the'60s & '70s being used to advertise fucking air-polluting shitmobiles. An admission there's been little good music made in the last forty-odd yrs.?

Enjoyably stupid fun, & it does rock. Produced by Todd Rundgren, which helps.Proto-punk from the Great Northwest. Tacoma, to be speccfic. The ad agency cut the opening "Hey little girl" line.
And this rousing "Fuck You" to all the sheep in their boxes, also used to pimp wheels, which just just appeared on Sunday Nihght Baseball on the Nasty Broadcasting Company.
"For families that don't fit in a box." A selective edit of a cover. Can't handle the truth. I hope the royalties are going to a decent cause, or at least a descendant, as Reynolds was the socialist type.

Traditional

Monday, May 25, 2026

Miserable Memorial Monday Musicale

Remember, "Happy Memorial Day" is not what should be expressed today, simple American buffoons. Tain't "Merry Xmas" here. Think about those who died, & what you're doing w/ the "freedoms" (to produce & consume, sheep) they supposedly gave you. Ten Bears posted this number earlier, 'though not this video version.Personal fave:
And that concludes our exceptionally narrow narrowcast for the day, as I've better things to do than post drivel for an audience of me. Like curl up in a ball & whimper.

Monday, May 18, 2026

Monday Modeling Monotony

What I "Model" (Give Or Take 70 Yrs.)

Not actually modeling it, used as an inspiration & jumping-off point.
Did entirely too much research; I'd need more reefers & stock cars for authentic operations. Fortunately, it's a switching layout, not an operating layout.
For most of its existence, the line sourced outstanding levels of traffic carrying produce and other agricultural products from the valley. For example, an Interstate Commerce Commission report from 1956 states that the seasonal perishable train (The PVX), bound to Chicago, "averaged 69 cars," longer than the usual length of the GFX trains from California's Central Valley (although the PVX was seasonal and the GFX was year round). One week in the spring of 1954 had seen 191 carloads of lettuce, the majority percentage shipping to Boston, New York, and Philadelphia. The three weeks prior to approx. April 8, 1954 saw 708 carloads of lettuce shipped. In the summer of 1959, cantaloupe shipments reached 2333 cars in the growing season. In 1970, a derailed train primarily hauling lettuce had 77 cars, with at least one of the cars appearing in the picture being a newer and longer SFRC car as opposed to a 40 ft SFRD car. And the railway agent of the Blythe yard once recalled "as many as 135 cars" at one unspecified time. But as of 1977 the train length might be 35 cars "on a good day." Off-season reefer traffic cars were dropped off to Rice or Cadiz to be picked up by other trains, while the PVX trains ran directly to the transcon line between Los Angeles and Chicago. White ice was produced in Blythe and had been shipped to Winslow, Arizona in the summer of 1949 for the reefer trains stopping there.

Grain and livestock traffic was heavy too. The Blythe-Ripley included the Union Feed Yards south of Blythe, which at one time was the largest feed yard in the country. There was a nearly four-mile spur originating from the curve near the valley's northern edge that served Riverview Farms to the east from 1954 to 1982. (Myrick, Pg. 240) Information referring to this spur is extremely scarce. You can see big pictures of those feed yards in the Palo Verde Historical Museum.

Will not be attempting any of the now reduced to slabs of concrete facilities as they were in the 1950s, but the geography fits my unwillingness to make terrain features, & I was insprired by the schadenfreude of the burg of Ripley, named after a former A.T. & S.F. president, & washed away w/ the rail line by a flood in the winter of 1922. (Maybe the schadenfreude isn't justified; money was probably made on insurance.)

You needn't arse yourselves w/ any of this; it's for this reporter's reference, & he's numb already. Hollywood's one-time provider of artificial snow was U.S. Gypsum in Midland, now a ghost town. It was burned to the sand. Dunno who "Jane" is but it's a great museum."Jane" is the guy's GPS, it turns out. What? Not a bad traveling set-up, either, if you like to leave the house.

Also, which led to geoglyphs 15 miles north of Blythe. Pardon the New Age or whatever music.Those would be fun to copy, but I'd need more space than could be spared. The longest glyph would be almost two linear ft. in HO.

Railfanning nothin', planefanning, w/ a good long look at the geography. Be quite a wasteland w/o irrigation.I'll need a shitpile of little green things to scatter about. Inspiration: W/ his name so bandied about, I think I'll call the Army facility Camp Patton instead of Camp Swampy. I s'pect the only swampy areas here would be where irrigation pipes had broken.

Looks just like it though, dunnit?
"Camp Patton" will be beneath the lovely currently cardboard backdrop at the left.
Still a Sisyphean mountain of work. Once I've painted track, sanded, painted & installed roadbed, gotten two or three bridges & lost that chunk of wood, I have to ensure adequate electricity flows though the tracks, sure to be a total effing pain involving redoing the track I'll have just finally laid, then slap together seven structure kits, most of which have been sitting here for several yrs. (Hey, I beat inflation & tariffs.)
& blow more moolah on oil loading platforms, high tension transmission poles & another electrical substation. Then scenery, signage & details. And at some point exchange couplers, purchase & add coupler boxes & buy & replace trucks on several cars. Estimated completion date is approx. the 12th of Never. Gah.

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Can't be bothered.

Friday, May 15, 2026

Pearls Clutched & Panties In A Twist

Not that this web-log is in any way opposed to grilling.
Fake news thinks it's "owned the libs" again. "Foreign Communist", "Transnational Invaders" (That's a new one to me.) & "socialist". You tell 'em!
Jamie Paige / New York Post:
LA mayoral hopeful Nithya Raman proposes backyard BBQ ban
Jennifer Oliver O'Connell / RedState:   LA Mayoral Hopeful Blames Your Carne Asada—Not Homeless Fires—for Wildfire Risk
All very funny. It certainly wasn't "homeless fires" that started the Eaton fire, it was SoCalEd's high-tension power lines. The Palisades fire was set by a deliberate arsonist, & smoldered for a wk. because the L.A. City Fire Dep't. didn't fully extinguish it. Homeless people are forced to use fire, but their fires are usually in concrete-lined river bottoms & burn little but brush.

Note to Brodigan / Louder With Crowder: BBQ-ing doesn't stay in "your backyard".
And a note to Nolte of Breitbart: Who finances your little operation? Billionaire Nazis?

Dunno who this Spencer Pratt is (A prat w/ a surname for a first name?) but he would seem to be the darling of the droolers. Vote accordingly.

Exercise In Composition

Monday, May 11, 2026

Fun W/ Typography

YOU SUCK,

I HATE YOU,

PLEASE DIE!!

Why do I hate all you nice pleasant people out there? Because you bore me so I am reduced to crap like this.
MAKE IT STOP!! MAKE ALL OF IT STOP, FOREVER!!!

Added aggravation: Scrolled through approx. 'lebenty-two zillion fonts to add to Bugger® twice, but no collegiate block styles, which were my original inspiration. Which fucking planet do you Buggerers live on? Oh, right ... digital slave labor from the other side of the world. Just another reason to hate everything, & those who perpetuate it.

Saturday, May 9, 2026

I Got Nothing

Not a damn thing.
Obligatory daily item. I care so little I neglected to mention the 19th anniv. of this pile on 3 May 2026. Whatever. 

19+ yrs. of labor for nothing but abuse, police terror & then being ignored is more than enough; think I'll knock this off next May when it hits 20, & no one but the squealing bastard who apparently reads this just to fuck w/ me will notice.

Tuesday, May 5, 2026

An Exercise In Boredom

Literally watching paint dry.
Note high-technology spray booth. Safety first!

Tedious Tuesday Tedium

The most exciting interesting stuff I've observed in at least 48 hrs.
Who made the strikethroughs?

Sunday, May 3, 2026

Shut Your Festering Gobs!!

We’re losing 338 spoken words every day

We've been nattering less and less each year since 2005

++good! The sooner you ninnies go to Newspeak & I don't have to hear your incessant inane bullshit prattle the better!

[Science Focus]

Saturday, May 2, 2026

21st Century Schizoid Sat.

Interesting: Audible drums start at (4:35). (Or am I that old & wretched? You needn't answer.)
Some hot shit when released in 1969, & it holds up.
Remains an accurate premonition of this 21st Century, other than napalm having been semi-outlawed.
Cat's foot iron claw Neuro-surgeons scream for more At paranoia's poison door Twenty first century schizoid man. Blood rack barbed wire Politicians' funeral pyre Innocents raped with napalm fire Twenty first century schizoid man. Death seed blind man's greed Poets' starving children bleed Nothing he's got he really needs Twenty first century schizoid man.

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Enough Already

Had it w/ the outside world of low-life human scum, middle-class pigs, billionaires & the rest of you. (I'd kill for enough money to have everything delivered.) No point sitting here typing all day for an audience of tens of the 370–400 million native-born English speakers, & the approximate additional billion who use it as a second language. Not that I'd expect all the furriners to get the subtle humour that's extruded here daily, but they should dig the images & music.

Fortunately, there is distraction, the layout occupying a quarter to a third of the bunker, which I'd like to finish before I fall over & die, when it will no doubt be destroyed by the Philistine slumlord. Thus the way of all things.And I keep discovering things to do on YouTube. Who knew to paint the ties & track? Yet once you've seen painted rails & ties, naked, unrusted, unweathered rails & black ties won't cut it. 

Also, this one neat trick."Fiddly little jobs" indeed. A possibly easier version of the neat trick.