Author Archives: Joel

An alert reader sent me this. No description is really necessary, though the notes say that if you put a gallon of antifreeze in the bucket you never have to check the trap. Considering how very effective this trap is … Continue reading →

Don’t blame me. It says so right here. Race Alone Doesn’t Explain Hatred Of Obama, But It’s Part Of The Mix For the record, I don’t hate Obama any more than I hate LB’s intestinal parasites. The whole concept of … Continue reading →

Or so he seems to think. I have now seen two entirely separate articles about how Moore has nothing to say on the subject of the latest Disturbed White* Male. ‘With due respect to those who are asking me to … Continue reading →

…there’s one thing I’ve seen before. When a hen buries her head in a corner and refuses to move, you’d better move her or kill her yourself because the other hens will peck her to death. I don’t know why … Continue reading →

I read something today that put a capper on something else I’ve been thinking about for the past couple of days. Rodgers had a shaman’s view of reality. Don the green cape and springtime comes. This accounts for his almost … Continue reading →

D&L couldn’t make it because houseguests. J&H and Darrel the Former Cop couldn’t make it because of various stuff. But S&L were there… L isn’t exactly a survivalism hardass. But you’ve never met a more family-centered lady and when one … Continue reading →

…and under the right incitement, he doesn’t care. Yesterday was a cool and cloudy day, spitting rain, just right for spending indoors. Ghost is off visiting his mom, LB enjoyed as much time indoors with Dad as he could stand … Continue reading →

Just got word via Claire’s blog that Frederick, the generous, terminally-afflicted freedomista who did the Lair such a good turn earlier this year, has died. In lieu of flowers or contributions, he requests that all who remember him perpetrate “random … Continue reading →

…and you’ve just got to slap a caption on it.

I only mention this because I brought it up a few weeks ago, and I don’t know what I was thinking to have phrased my post as if I thought this was really going to stick. I was wrong, of … Continue reading →

I moved the four surviving RIR pullets into the Fortress of Attitude a few days ago, from where they had been living in relative bliss in Landlady’s Big Chickenhouse. For two days, they more-or-less completely refused to leave the coop. … Continue reading →

A Widow’s Walk Off-Grid to Self-Reliance, by Annie Dodds I received this book from a friend a couple of weeks ago and picked it up only yesterday morning, I confess, because it was a rainy day and I didn’t want … Continue reading →

Ouch. I may be going through some changes in the next few months. The shit-shoveling gig may be ending. For a paranoid recluse, staying away from towns has its charms. The little town nearest where I live, a dying place, … Continue reading →

…will not be found here today. Busy morning. Instead, here are funny pictures.

Found the rat trap sprung this morning. Nothing inside. And by ‘nothing’ I mean nothing: for the first time ever, something actually managed to eat all the peanut butter and then spring the trap. Without its head inside. There’s just … Continue reading →

Linoge finally unveils the kydex race holster for his C96 Mauser – via Oleg Volk. The physical universe should collapse under the very weight of so much anachronism squeezed into so small a package. I am so gorram jealous.

I probably shouldn’t post this. I’m only typing it here because I’m too lazy to open my word processor. So if you’re reading this, don’t shoot. It’s just a rant. I’ll go have my breakfast now, and get over it.

When it became clear that catching chickens that didn’t want to be caught was becoming a new part of my job description, I went out and got myself a fishing net. At the time, it seemed the intelligent thing to … Continue reading →

Parts of my yard are kind of embarrassing. I try to at least start with neat stacks, I really do, but between wind and packrats and dogs digging for packrats and Ghost’s never-ending quest for new and innovative shady spots, … Continue reading →

Ian’s in what we hope are the final stages of getting his semi-passive solar water heater going, and one of those stages required two sets of hands. He helped me by bringing the small chicken coop to the Lair and … Continue reading →