Full moon…


The setting moon was magnificent this very clear morning but apparently you need actual camera equipment to do it justice. Can’t see any surface features with the otherwise excellent phone camera.

Easier to sleep now that I can close off the bedroom from the excessive light: In the Interim Lair, which was basically a fishbowl, the very bright moon was a real problem I was always happy to see leave. Now I can enjoy it.

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Keeping political arguments out of the Thanksgiving get-together…

…(sigh) may be more difficult this year.


But at least the federal government isn’t actively promoting arguments about socialized medicine, so there’s that.


I’m in the happy situation in which only those family members I really like (yes, there are two, not counting offspring) have ever chosen to visit, and that not this week. Which means I’m getting together with friends for turkey pot pies, which I believe may be meant ironically. One of them gets really quiet when I mention Hillary, so I won’t.


If – may the gods forbid – your hosts insist on playing this embarrassing game where everybody has to name something for which they’re happy, just play along. It’s over quickly.

Actually the thought of meeting the neighbors for pot pies this year makes me a little sad, because it reminds me that when I got ready to go last year I had a helper. But I’ll get over it.

I hope contentious arguments at Thanksgiving feasts are only a figment of the internet, or at least that they don’t occur at your house. Enjoy!

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Good Jeep news at last

Looks like I’ll get it back on Monday with the steering and suspension repaired at least. I’m less confident about the engine – I believe there’s something wrong with the fuel system along the lines of an injector leaking down and he doesn’t – but at least the serpentine belt and its broken idler will be replaced.

He wanted to replace all four shocks and I demurred since I already replaced them myself less than a year ago; he says all their bushings are shot but I want to see for myself. Maybe I just bought some shit shocks, I don’t know.

Anyway, good news at last. The projected cost will be pretty much everything Generous Readers donated and everything I earned on the paying gig that broke the Jeep, but there’s enough to get the Jeep out of hock barring surprises.

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That moment you realize…

…just before the world goes red and then black…

…that maybe this “antifa’ shit was a bad idea and you’re not cut out to be a street fightin’ man after all.

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That’s a lot of bull…

Best pictures of a bull elk I’ve seen so far!


Click to achieve full embiggenation.

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I called myself the High Priest of the First Church of the Immaculate M14. True. But it was a JOKE.

I’m pretty sure these whackos are being serious.

It’s a 30-minute video and I don’t claim to have watched it to the end, so possibly there’s an “April Fool!” stuck in there somewhere. But it’s November, and they really appear serious. They’re weirding me out and that’s hard to do.

I’ve had people whose opinion I value tell me I put too much faith in armed self-defense, and I have respectfully disagreed. But I would like the record to show, please, that I never claimed it was a holy sacrament. And I din’t never wear a bullet crown. Or a woodland camo blazer.

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Good stuff from Larry Correia.

Hey, remember that ever-so-measured tweet from the congressvermin who thinks gun grabbers have the edge because they control the government that controls the nukes?

Well, he’s in trouble now. Correia’s on the job.

The confiscators don’t live on base. They live in apartment complexes and houses in the suburbs next door to the people you expect them to murder. Every time they go out to kick in some redneck’s door, their convoy is moving through an area with lots of angry people who shoot small animals from far away for fun, and the only thing they remember about chemistry is the formula for Tannerite.

In something that I find profoundly troubling, when I’ve had this discussion before, I’ve had a Caring Liberal tell me that the example of Iraq doesn’t apply, because “we kept the gloves on”, whereas fighting America’s gun nuts would be a righteous total war with nothing held back… Holy shit, I’ve got to wonder about the mentality of people who demand rigorous ROEs to prevent civilian casualties in a foreign country, [but] are blood thirsty enough to carpet bomb Texas.

You really hate us, and then act confused why we want to keep our guns? But I don’t think unrelenting total war against everyone who has ever disagreed with you on Facebook is going to be quite as clean as you expect.

There will be no secure delivery of ammo, food, and fuel, because the guys who build that, grow that, and ship that, well, you just dropped a Hellfire on his cousin Bill because he wouldn’t turn over his SKS. Fuck you. Starve. And that’s assuming they don’t still make the delivery but the gas is tainted and [the] food is poisoned.

Oh wait… Poison? That would be unsportsmanlike! Really? Because your guy just brought up nuclear weapons. What? You think that you’re going to declare war on half of America, with rules of engagement that would make Genghis Khan blush, and my side would keep using Marquis of Queensbury rules?

Oh hell no.

This is super-long, but also super good because it’s free Correia, which is the only thing better than Correia you have to pay for. Enjoy!

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Sometimes depending on other people leaves you wanting to nuke the world.

I may have mentioned from time to time some of the disadvantages of locating outside the smallest, most apparently pointless, most obviously dying little town you ever encountered in the course of a long life. Among these disadvantages is the inevitability of proving the truth of the old saw, “It’s hard to get good help.”

I decided at the beginning that there was no point in bugging anybody about the Jeep. It would get done, I reasoned, when it got done. This was a mistake, probably brought about by my own reluctance to talk to people on the phone and especially to have unpleasant conversations with people on the phone. But after a week passed, having heard nothing at all about this rather straightforward job for which I had already supplied the part, it seemed not unreasonable to ask how things were going.

Things were not going well. Indeed it could be fairly said that things were not going, full stop.

The roots of this begin almost two years ago, when (using Generous Reader money) I bought the Jeep a new set of tires. That became an adventure in itself. Among other things I asked the shop to purchase and install 20 new lug nuts, since the nuts that had always been on the Jeep were mismatched and badly worn. They ordered the wrong nuts for the wheels, installed them anyway, and then just to make absolutely certain it was a cock-up they overtorqued them. I was aware of this problem but figured I’d leave sorting it out to someone with an impact wrench: In fact it was on the list of things for them to fix last week.

Guess what? In attempting to remove the front wheels so they could repair the axle, they rounded off one of the lug nuts. And then, apparently never having heard of techniques for cracking a frozen nut, they … stopped right there. For the record, “I was in here all day Saturday chipping away at it” is not going to be taken as mitigation by the customer you just disappointed to the point of homicide.

I came home yesterday in a rather bad mood and just sort of sulked for the afternoon – frankly obeying the “post every day’ rule barely even occurred to me. And except for that business there’s still nothing going on here at the Gulch so I still don’t have anything good to say.

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Why are there never any deer around here?

I just can’t find them anywhere…


I wonder where they all went?

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Speaking of scarily paranoid…


Thank the gods I never yielded to the temptation to own one of those evil AR15 things…


Make mine a nice peaceful peasant’s AK. They never whisper “Kill! Kill!” in their owners’ ears.

On the other hand I know several people who, according to this lady’s account, must be mass murderers several times over. Now I’m getting scared and paranoid…they seem like perfectly nice people, but it’s always the quiet ones…

Oh, wait! Nina Burleigh, right? Ms. “presidential kneepads.” Yeah, I’d be shocked if anybody in her exalted little circle ever even saw an AR, let alone owned one. Not sure how her utter ignorance gives her the notion that her opinion on the subject has any basis in reality – but if I were in her shoes I’d probably have the same delusion.

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And that’s why I prefer baking in the morning.

In the summer I bake in the morning because it’s too damned hot to bake in the afternoon.


In the winter I bake in the morning because it helps heat the damned cabin in the – morning.

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Antenna is a southern province of Kazakhstan.

Everybody knows that.


I blame Trump and his Russian puppetmasters.

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“Give up your guns or we’ll nuke you,” threatens the…congressman?

The congressman who wants to run for president? I think our current president has a new rival in the race to see who can be the most boorish.

Okay, that’s the sort of nonsense you can read 50 times a day from 50 different gungrabber trolls if you have the patience. But this is coming from a congressvermin who wants to become really very extremely prominent in national politics. And this is the way he talks. Does he kiss his campaign manager with that mouth?

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Laddie’s 3-month update…


I think we’re finally getting happy with each other. Laddie seems to see me primarily as his source of food, cookies, cushiony surfaces, perimeter security, absence of thunder and access to walkies, while his essential function is to promote an orderly environment in which these activities and services can best take place. I’m mostly cool with that, so we get along.

With a database of one, I’m not prepared to offer opinions on the truth of the Corgi Stereotypes. I can say that Torso Boy does not fit them all. Corgis are supposed to be obnoxiously high-energy: Having met Dharma I know obnoxiously high-energy, and he is not like that. His idea of a perfect day is one in which he mostly sleeps, rousing himself only to go outside to pee and patrol his perimeter, then come inside and have a biscuit and a nap. I do believe, though, that in a safely fenced yard he would willingly take more exercise than he does now because he does want to chase every moving thing he sees. In particular he has developed the notion that cottontail rabbits are an existential threat which should be destroyed to the last scrap of fur.

Neither is he obnoxiously loud, though he does bark to draw my attention to dangerous intrusions such as birds in the eaves. And while he could certainly be described as “food-motivated,” oddly he doesn’t really seem to eat all that much. People told me that he was raised on a diet of dry kibble, but the truth is that he doesn’t seem to like dry kibble at all – unless it is threatened by an outside menace like Dharma, at which point he suddenly becomes extremely defensive of it, and his idea of defense is to eat every bit of it right there without coming up for air. So he’s aware that kibble is food, he just doesn’t seem to approve of it most of the time. But he’s a terrible beggar, and appears convinced that dog biscuits are essential to life. So yes on “food-motivated.”

Friendly with other dogs? Nope and noper. He finds Dharma fascinating for some reason possibly having to do with her gender, since he was never properly taught that gender is a mere social construct – but he does not want her in his house. And he can’t stand being near any other dog he’s met so far including Maya the Shih Tzu. In fact yesterday he humiliated me by marking territory in her house.

Pushy and opinionated? Oh god yes. When things are not proceeding according to his orderly framework he is prepared to work unsparingly to set me right. Servants are such fallible creatures.

Happy/goofy? Never. He awards my correct guesses as to his immediate wants with a hopping little dance, and that’s as close to play as I have ever seen him bend so far. Possibly due to his upbringing this is just not a playful dog. I never see that famous uninhibited Corgi grin. He’s very watchful.

And that’s the place where we’ve made progress with each other – at first, understandably, he accepted me as the new person but he didn’t trust me at all and it really showed. He was – and to a point remains – easily alarmed. He’s happy with his own bed during the day but had trouble getting through nights at first and needed a lot of reassurance. When I changed the rule about sleeping on the bed we suddenly made a lot more progress on that front: He purely loves bedtime now and thinks it should begin as soon as the sun goes down. I have learned never to turn down my covers until I’m ready to use the bed because from that moment I’ll get no peace until we’re both in it. I think he mostly just enjoys feeling warm and safe.

When I volunteered in mid-summer to be his Plan B I did it because it seemed like the right thing to do but I didn’t expect anything to come of it. And when it did happen I wasn’t really all that thrilled. I wasn’t ready for another dog so soon after Little Bear died, and I didn’t want an older dog of a breed that couldn’t be expected to defend itself in the desert. I’ve always heard nice things about Corgis but never expected to have one move in, if only because they’re expensive. And I was kind of worried about the “high energy” thing. But that proved mostly a non-issue, and we’re getting along pretty well all told.

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I’ll take “Things I didn’t want to know under any circumstances” for $50, Alex…

What we learn about Dumbledore’s sexuality in ‘Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald’ (SPOILERS)

Thank you! When I woke this morning I merely didn’t care whether I ever saw the Fantastic Beasts sequel. Now I have an opinion.

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You gotta love this kid…

…In the same sense that you might say “you gotta love mice” because it’s so much fun to find ways to drown them…

David Hogg Compares Shootings To Shark Attacks. There’s Just One Problem.

Imagine saying the only way to stop shark attacks is with more sharks.

Brilliant! Why isn’t he in charge?

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Hillary Clinton Receives Large Cash Advance For ‘What Happened 2’ Ahead Of 2020 Presidential Run

😀 Why not stay ahead of events?

What Happened 2 will explore all the reasons Hillary Clinton lost the 2020 race, from Russian hackers and ignorant bigots to extraterrestrials and global warming.

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I built a second bucket trap…

…put it in the barn where mice have been eating the peanut butter out of the traps.


Then just as I was settling down for the evening I thought, “Joel, you idiot. You should have left the water out of the bucket.” So I was very surprised this morning to find that the bucket contents were still liquid. Also there were no dead mice, which was either good or bad news.

The chicken water in their bowl – I’ve given up on the waterers for now – was only slushy, so it must have stayed relatively warm until almost morning. Definitely cold out, but not long enough to freeze everything solid.

My babies are growing up…


Seems like quite a crowd in the Big Chickenhouse right now: The pullets are no longer chicks and they’re milling around a lot more and mingling with the older RIR hens, getting underfoot. They’re clucking rather than cheeping and starting to grow combs. I don’t know if they’ll lay eggs this winter: Sometimes RIR pullets do and sometimes they don’t, and I don’t know what Leghorns do at all. So I have the worst of both worlds: The chickens are going through pellets like it’s their purpose in life and I’m getting 1-2 eggs per day. So we’re buying pellets AND eggs and it might stay that way through the whole winter. But in summer we’ll have so many eggs it’ll become a neighborhood problem. 🙂

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Heh, heh, heh…

I’m starting to like this.


Took a couple of hours to do it but I recorded a genuine 50o indoor/outdoor temperature ratio this morning. A shirtsleeve cabin when it’s in the teens outdoors! That started out unattainable, then became achievable only through really dedicating yourself to stoking the woodstove. Now it would be routine if I cared that much about taking off my sweatshirt.

Disadvantage: It means suiting up like a spaceman to go outdoors, like I had to when I was Mr. Suburban Man. But since that’s literally a First World Problem, it’s not a problem at all and I’m not complaining.

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Pushy Boy

Except for the lack of screaming tantrums it’s a little like living with my ex. Laddie has a very strong sense of duty.

My duty, that is.

I’m only sort of complaining. I used to get annoyed with LB because he’d never tell me when he needed attention: He’d just stare fixedly at my back and shoot “need to pee” rays at me. Laddie is nowhere near that reticent. This morning he decided that was quite enough sitting around reading in the bedroom: Up, you sluggard! It’s time for food and walkies!


He’s a herding dog, all right. And I’m his flock.

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