Anyone who tries to make something; old timers who know the tricks of metal machining on bridgeports, lathes and a shaper; people who dismantle public utilities bolt by bolt; Somebody who wants to sell a flatbed truck with a knuckleboom crane cheap so I can start moving the heavyest things possible.
Trying to listen to the radio without the urge to pummel my own ears.
If it has Lee Marvin or Lee Van Clef, your goona do o.k.
So the other day I didn't need to work until late in the day and was flipping thru some channels. I got to Jerry Springer (Yeah, no cable. What do you want, I live in a real cave.) and I was kinda freaked out at how they would keep ringing this fight type bell, like one from a boxing match and the "guests" would just instantly charge each other. There wasn't the slighest hesatation, just pure unchecked emtional outlease. (No, not release, outlease.) It was amazing to see such a trained response to aural stimilui. I need to harness this flaw in humans for some seriously evil and devious shit. And send Jerry a letter after I rule the kown universe thanking him for the inspiration.
Trying to read more fiction, but reality keeps pulling me in. I borrowed "Who Will Tell The People" by William Greider from 1992. It is scary how anybody in power sells Democracy for almost nothing. Lots of old machine manuals and Popular Mechanics how-to articles from the 50's and 60's.
My heros are the folks that I have met over the years... Kellfire, Juan McGeckstien, Paz, J.A. Fahey, Elias P. Kirtz,(well, really the whole Kirtz clan) , Bike Beth, Arron G. Fannon, Mr. Keith Zug (He's new to the online world, so let's play nice), Brantner, Mel L., the 99cent posse, C.T., Mike D., Bill Dwyer, Michael the girl Wilson, Cathy "Trashdragon" Cathodic, Elvis P.K., all the Daves from the past, present and future (Beachcomber Dave, Brand New Dave, Etc.), Boston Blackouts, J.R., Adam Scotto, man this could last forever, the list goes on and on...R.I.P... Lady K, Brandon and all the others that left much too early.