I’m living on an old farm with lots of junk.

So naturally I am building an 8 foot tall wind-driven kinetic sculpture of a Wendigo.

I bought a welder and a cutoff saw. All the materials are retrieved from the trash gully that every respectable high desert property must have.

It’s a form of cope and even ritual magic for me. Embody the spirit of hoarding and greed so it is vulnerable and can be imprisoned, that sort of vibe.

It will take all winter to finish it. The rebar armature is flexible and bobs in the wind. I will add sun bleached oak branches to give it flesh.

I recommend you try gaffer tape instead of duct tape.

Advantages:

• Remains flexible and removable forever.
• Looks nicer, a cool matte black or manynother colors.

Where I get off making this recommendation:

I needed a light-excluding bellows for a photographic project. I made one using black illustration stock and gaffer tape. It worked extremely well on the first version and held up to hundreds of cycles of extension/compression. My application was sensitive to pinhole light leakage and there was none.

It would have lasted longer but that was the end of that project.

My two cents. I love DIY stuff!

I suspect it may be due to a similar habit I have when chatting with a corporate AI. I will intentionally salt my inputs with random profanity or non sequitur info, for lulz partly, but also to poison those pieces of shits training data.

It doesn’t hurt to just ask. Get into a convoluted conversation and change topics radically often. Then just ask for the prompts. Works sometimes

I call it Bucket o’ Crabs. In this case the bucket comes with another bucket full of melted butter.

Plan A, basically, without the stink.

Organize, prepare for direct actions, build solidarity.

Plan B has a stink on it. We are calling it Plan D now.

Satirists have often been the last line of defense for journalism. It makes sense, think how handy the “it was just a joke” defense has been for the worst people. We are still at the stage of our decline where that can work. Soon enough, nothing will be funny at all.

Naive old advice. You are about one generation too late for this to be relevant.

12 Monkeys with Bruce Willis. Not exactly amnesia but extreme confusion and lack of emotional control. Some of that was due to time travel and some due to the extreme emotional trauma his character experienced.

I’m in. Let’s get it going. Labor is basically our only hope now.

YATA

Sorta scabby thinking there. The writing is on the wall for tech workers too. The reason salaries are falling is that individualistic mindset. I know it has been recently true in tech that the only way to get a raise is to change jobs. This is proving to no longer be true.

Go! Go!

A stack of Freshmen magazines with the address labels torn off, along with one woodworking magazine. People love discovering old porn. It’s like a gift to the future.

No news source matches my political perspectives, so all of them, I guess.

Woah there, Mr Deep! I see the way you are eye-banging that cephalopod.

I have many, many lies to tell! I choose the one for the given situation that I think will confuse or poison the data set.

Yes that’s the idea, but perhaps it’s not actually a good idea.

I think the plummeting market price per pound of cannabis in Colorado is an interesting case. It has become so cheap that the cost of goods for indoor grown cannabis is higher than the market price. The outdoor growers are the only ones with a favorable balance of costs and product price for the long run.

Anyone want to buy some used lights?

Join us in Antarctica, the one true pole! All those other jerks can have the North one.