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  1. engines falling off are uncommon in part because the temporal wormholes they cause.
  2. boys first buck. 9pt, pretty wide spread for our area. I am actually more proud of passing up the 8+ throng of milling does and bucks last night. Just no way to have an ethical shot. Easily could have winged one behind. (And I hate cleaning in the dark.) Savage in 7mm-08. Last years Christmas present. Mills county. Quartering toward. Wet spring, good growth. Some of the highest grass I've seen here (since 2007). Many of the does have healthy twins. Almost no mesquite beans and a small oak mast this year, though. I am also thrilled of no pressure the rest of the season. Can pass on those damp freezing mornings. My ass was cold enough at 42. Back to cleaning.
  3. Not a ghost story per se but for a semester in college I helped run the human lab rats through pharmaco overnighters. It was a good study job. Plenty of time to read while the experiments went on. One study was a 3 night stint. Overnighters paid extra, for both the subjects and us techs. Check in Friday about noon, check out Monday morning. They brought in these huge saline sensory deprivation tanks. I tweaked my back hauling upteen 50lb bags of epson. They'd inject them with some ketamine precipitate probably cooked up by some hippe prof to maximize total mental insensate. They had to like a colostomy exam prep and be totally cleaned out, otherwise they'd swallow their own shit. The first two studies were boring. Dialing in the properties I guess. Subjects reported feeling of hovering and existential bliss. They begged to come back. Sometimes they did. Chasing psychopomps or that eternal edging orgasm. Another tech would play with this sound system. Mostly droning chomatic subtones, but they settled on static. Not from a deturned TV, but the solar backscatter piped in from Ft Davis. Our acid-shocked narconauts slingshotted right out of the known universe into interstitial dimensions beneath and behind our own, into transmaterial spheres where sentience is matter, and if they went out as enhanced but effectively empty vessels, then they seldom came back that way. Like human crab traps, we lowered them into the psychotronic abyss, and they routinely came back possessed of something else—fellow travelers out of time and space, and stranger predators and parasites of the immaterial planes. Once the study really got ramped up, we had too many volunteers to monitor at once. We had new protocols for the Travelers, the specific modifications to make them perfect narconauts. I just got them higher than God and watched the dials. When the eye sees nothing, that part of the brain shuts off, but when it sees color but no shade or shape, the brain starts inventing shit. The ganzfeld effect: stare into a whiteout snowstorm and you’ll see a black mouth spilling out ultraviolet worms, all kinds of shit your brain throws up there to make sense out of the infuriating absence of meaningful sensory data. Truth is, after a couple of crypto-psycic trips it got boring. Drain the tank, scrub it. Hand out the envelopes of cash. Mostly they returned with stories. Orbiting planets. Vagina-like orifices with seven fold symmetry. A few didn't come back. We were hardly ever sure with any of them, completely, whether they were just insane or whether they came back changed. Mentally, I mean. Ah well. Austin has a lot of homeless schiziods and hippie burnouts. What was a few more? Maybe I should tried it myself. It was fucked up, but you see that long enough and you begin to think maybe you're missing out. It’s like that fear of heights that isn’t really the fear of falling, but the creeping certainty that, given half a chance, for no good reason at all, you’ll throw yourself off the ledge. Anyway, that's part of the reason I like to dig holes. It's the depth. Very grounding. The wandering human mind is psychic flypaper. Some things can just be, I dunno. Too open.
  4. I vaguely recall a longhorn tattoo on chance mock's ass visible through the white pants.
  5. Didn't you have a huge health scare fairly recently? (maybe that was someone else) My dude. Take it easy.
  6. Having managed my mom's finances (mostly all taxable inheritance), I kinda wonder how obnoxious managing RMDs and filing Schedule Ds will be when I am old and crabby. In theory a pre-tax saving is likely superior, but the simplicity of WYSIWYG Roths (plus simplicity of its inherited) is appealing.
  7. I should have quoted the guy above, but when I saw the simple majesty of "ASSWATER" in my post I couldn't bare to edit. I don't blame a kid for enjoying a full ride. Maybe they have an honors college? I wish my local HS gave stats of the # of kids who go UT and A&M who are not the class rank auto-admits. I bet its most of them. The top 5% are probably doing Co Mines and ivies or whatever.
  8. Smart kids. Great internship possibilities. Desirable STEM majors. But it has a reputation for zero social life. No parties. No athletics. No fun. Not sure how many people met their spouse in college, but I am not sure the dating scene is particularly vibrant. Or as my teen daughter says "Dad, that is where the rolly-backack kids go." In other words, chopped.
  9. since this thread has become about how to help our parents with scams (a worthy topic!), here are some tips I've found. * Get logins for banks and email. That way you can check from time to time. I told my mom I was happy to help with all that tech stuff. * Get power of attorney ASAP. Don't wait. Don't just get a springing one (that activates when a doctor signs off), but a real deal durable one. * sign them up for online utility bill pay etc. You can get the login and make sure the lights stay on. * If they live close, maybe get them cash monthly and hide those credit cards. * I use GreenLight for my teens (prepaid debit card, everything accessible by app) but its even better for helping my loser brother and mom (before she went into memory care, and now I just use thay card for thigns for her to keep all those finances tidy).
  10. It's cliche, but we parents don't mold them, we discover who they are.
  11. I count it between 0 and 75% (its an variable in my spreadsheet). The 75% being abiut what it is on a pay-for basis.
  12. So like in Neal Stephenson's Seveneves, when the extrasolar comet splits the moon into bits that render the surface of the earth uninhabitable for 5000 years.
  13. Near enough. Our troop doesnt require it. He will he 14 big enough to carry a pack. Hats off to those dad's 50+ getting it done.
  14. its a drainage. Rain flows across neighborhoods dirt drive and comes down into that draw (left to right in 2 of the pictures) and then on down to my creek. Naturally old man rancher just dumped old coils of fencing there for 80 years. But I'd like to be able to drive along the fence line before dropping down the hill. As it is I enter the ravine just a bit below this point, so it involves breaking over an edge running 45 degrees across the road. Takes a bit of clearance. My hope is a groomed straight path requires nothing special at all. Also its a place I can dump spoils of hole digging.
  15. I've been working on trying to fill up the top of a draw the prior owner used for junk. Pulled out lots of barb and net wire. Before: After: Still a work in progress. Probably not going to do blocks all across. For the gap over the pvc I will probably do some quickrete and her some 2 ft quarter inch steel cutoffs. But I did get out about 5 buckets from the hole today. Jack hammer etc. I am a little worried about tweaking my back, because the boy decided we are doing Philmont summer '26. So taking it pretty easy.
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