Glibertarians.com 2019 Archive

Author: Yusef drives a Kia

  • Motel Living

     

    I started living in a motel at the end of April, due mostly to my evil BiL; we can come back to that, it’s irrelevant to the story right now. I acquired a smoking deal through my company lodging card, and the boss approved several weeks on the company dime, since I wasn’t getting the hours I needed and it seems they need me.

    After about 4.5 weeks my son found a “person” and due to her nature she was not allowed on the property, little did I know. So a Tuesday comes around, I’m 90 miles south and the phone rings; it’s the wife telling me they are kicking us out Now! and I need to come back, so I did. It turns out my company card was declined, and the lady/whore was the last straw, so we bounced….

    Now the fun part is “we” means myself, my power chair bound wife, my son (also my apprentice), my dog Bella, my 20 year old cat, and for a while, my granddaughter Riley. 

     

     

    Electric Gypsy Caravan. We have the typical unmarked white van, and of course Kia Korean Kar!!! 

     

     

    Things again had to be pared down and stored after we were kicked out of ESA, and a bunch of stuff went into our already packed storage units, but still we go on.

    Tomorrow we head north to Santa Clara.

    Santa Clara was a 3 day trip that turned into a 7 day nightmare of blown tires, missing parts and incompetent contractors; glad we left, up north is nuts. From then ’til now it’s been a constant move from place to place, we have spent 6 days at the Motel 6 in Hesperia, dog friendly, and the people are nice.

     

     

     

    We are too old for this, the money is enough to keep us going, barely, and we are tired; what an Adventure! We left Son behind, he was too attached to his woman of the night, and things are much more chill, but hey, Road!

    San Dimas.

    Parked again, maybe for a week, maybe a day, ’til next time, Cheers!

  • The Lost Company 2

    The Lost Company 2

    Captain Obvious

     

    “Sorry, Captain, but we are hopelessly lost.”

    “No, we aren’t, Sergeant. We’re in Europe.”

     

    I got the trees, can you tell? it was so much fun placing them and trying to randomize them, it just got nicer and nicer.

     

    But then I noticed the trees were a little too green, so I got some Hauser Dark Green and dry brushed the trees a bit.

     

    The Germans achieved a total surprise attack on the morning of 16 December 1944, due to a combination of Allied overconfidence, preoccupation with Allied offensive plans, and poor aerial reconnaissance. American forces bore the brunt of the attack and incurred their highest casualties of any operation during the war. The battle also severely depleted Germany’s armored forces, and they were largely unable to replace them.

     

    The U.S. forces however, got lost, ran out of gas, mostly due to Monty’s adventures in Belgium, and someone back home forgot that Europe has winters, and men get cold. 

     

    Here’s a short gallery.

     

    Until next time: Open thread!

     

  • The Park: Revisited

    The Park

    We live in a motel right next to I-10 in Ontario Cali; not a bad place and it seems they built a park.  Why? We’ll get to that.  Bella has insisted we go behind the building next door when walking, so we did, and found this. 

    Then we noticed a larger park on the other side of the street and went there, and found this.

    Founders Garden:  A tribute to the Chaffey Brothers and Segundo Guasti, who basically made Ontario bloom into the city it became.  Let’s continue…

    The Plaque.

    The rest is Roses by Armstrong, Olives by Graber, and Grapes by Guasti.

    A nice park in the middle of a commercial area:  A gem in the sea of buildings and concrete that make up most of SoCal; glad we found it—take a look.

    Sluices and water towers, [of course] olive trees, and some roses,

    This is a walking park.  No facilities, recreation or even trash cans.  It is however, spotless, and we saw very few people walking.

    In the retaining pond for the water tower we found a few ducks hanging out; not an easy picture to take with Bella on the leash.

    There are nice benches scattered throughout amongst the olive trees; suitable for quiet contemplation or just chillin’ with my little villain, Bella.

    Considering where its located, there is a serenity, maybe a zen kinda feel to the place.  If your ever stuck in the IE, I recommend a visit.

    Oh yeah, there are no signs prohibiting alcohol.  Just to be safe I brought a Dogfish Head Sea Quench session sour ale; really good beer. Even though its 4.9% abv.

    Note from glibertarians.com legal team: Drunk in public is a misdemeanor in California. If convicted, you may face up to six (6) months in county jail and/or a fine of up to one thousand dollars ($1,000).

    Until next time, the Gallery

    Cheers!

     

  • The Lost Company

    Pretty damn small

    After we lost the house, the wife and I ended up at her Mom’s house.  Wendy in the spare bedroom and I live in a very small room in the back of the garage with Bella and my cat. Even though we are saving money and my studio is in storage, I still needed a small project to occupy my limited free time, so I went small scale and cheap. How small?

    I found some Sherman tanks in 1/300 scale, ordered them, and then came up empty searching for more tanks, what to do?

    Dollar tree diorama

    I managed to find some scale people that architects use and bought 100 for five bucks, now what?

    Off to DT! Purchase glue, spackle, modge, podge, painters blue, florist foam and a strong flat picture frame, oh and some baking soda…

    Next we go to Hobby Lobby for acrylic paints and a few brushes, and off we go.

    After a few afternoons worth of work this is the result.  I love the way the road cuts turned out, the stone looks pretty nice, and the mud/ice mix is just right.

     

     

    The only thing left is the trees; coming from China, hard to find, but that will wait until next time.

    Coming in at a whopping 10 inches square, this the smallest I have done.  The men are ¼” tall, the tanks are the size of a quarter, and I’m going blind here. While it’s one of my best, it’s more like a desk ornament than anything else. It may even get sold, but we shall see.

    As of this writing, I’m in a motel and the situation is tenuous at best, so this project is in storage til my trees come in.  Once they arrive, I’ll bring it out and finish it, hopefully. Lesson learned? Don’t just buy stuff hoping you can find other stuff—Research Dammit! So the next project will be in 1/144 scale, I bought a few, then my friend tells me he has about 14 more, in collectible boxes, these should work.

    MOAR TANKZ

     

    The story:  December 1944

    Elements of Patton’s 3rd Army are northbound for Bastogne and have become hopelessly lost.  Upon hooking up with an infantry company, they proceed north.  There just isn’t much more to add, perhaps a stray mortar shell?

    Link to album, some good pix.  Also, gas prices are outrageous, and Belarus Women are as crazy a German Women, until next time…

    CHANGE YOUR FILTER!

     

  • Eyeball

     

    As you can see, I’m an eyeball, someone took me out of a perfectly good head and stuck me here, in this black ooze, so here I am.

    I don’t look like much, but then again, neither do you.

    I see a lot of things, in fact that’s all I do, see things, forget all the Santa Claus sees you when your waking stuff, I see all the Time. I’m found in out of the way places, always looking, at You.

     

    Only one problem, without a brain for storage, I got nothin’ I tells ya,no memories at all, I come home, and can’t remember what I saw half the time.

    What kind of life is this for a normal, common eyeball?

    Black ooze? Who thought of that? And a Tail? Who was the idiot that decided Eye need a tail? It comes with the ooze so Eye’m stuck with it, What about Contacts? I am getting older Dammit! there’s no Social Security! Eye Carumba!

    Ever try getting a Savings account at a bank? “Sorry Mr. ,Eyeball, we don’t serve your kind” A job? I’m a greeter at Walmart for Cornea’s sake! and the customers keep complaining about the Black ooze, what’s an Eyeball to do?

    “But, you must have Super powers, right?”

    Sure, I can stare at you til you die of boredom, but that’s about it, Eye’ll tell you what, rip your eye out, stick it in some 40 weight motor oil then we’ll talk.

    It’s tough out there for a common Eyeball, always looking for the best view, watching your back, and constantly getting pecked at by Birds, not to mention the lighting at night is terrible. A pimp is usually the best way to go, we call them “agents” but they keep us from getting poked, as it were, and they get 20%, and of course they get a personal view IYKWIM

    People ask “where do you see yourself in 20 years, when your old and needing glasses, after all you can’t keep your looks forever”
    I have some good safe investments, so when I retire I’ll get a place with nice view, and that’s good enough for an old eyeball like me…..

    I met another like me once, a real eyeful, and we went for drinks, Bourbon for him and Vodka with Visine for me, and I was regaled in stories of him Eyeing chicks, getting an eyeful and all that went with that kind of thing, I wasn’t impressed. I mean what, stare them into an orgasm? I soon left him in a pitiful state, having crushed his dreams of what? sweet lookable Pussy? Ladies, be on the lookout for this Eye, he only looks good.

    Sometimes when I look at the stars, and I wish I had a Telescope.

    I wish I knew what this Black ooze was all about, it’s hard to get out of the upholstery.

    My Wife asked how it was I could speak to you, I could only reply “Damn your eyes Woman!” but that got me thinking, how am I talking? how am I thinking? how did I get here? Why do I feel like Hedley LaMar right now?

    Maybe the Ghost of Napolitanos past?

    Here’s looking at You,