Let's face it.
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Let's face it.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Catch the President's speech tonight?
Yeah, basically the president said what I've already been saying for years. The banks loaned a shitload of money to people that had no possible freaking way of paying it back, now it came around to bite them in the ass. Only trouble is, when banks get bit in the ass all at once, they drag the rest of us down with them.
I've been laughing for years at all of my friends that found it perfectly acceptable to spend 150 grand on a pile of sticks and eat macaroni and cheese for 30 fucking years so they could make their $1000 a month or better house payments, all the while thinking that it was perfectly normal and sane to do so and that they were making a wise investment. Idiots. The only reason there was a housing boom in the first place is because there were no shortage of mortgage lenders willing to loan astronomical amounts of money to people that had no business buying a house at all, let alone a house that cost 100K+. When the "value" of something is artificially inflated that's called a bubble. Bubbles tend to pop. Oops.
I've said all along that all it would take was a minor economic downturn to make these morons unable to pay their mortgages, causing a rash of foreclosures that would crash the lenders and drag the entire economy down with it.
How did I know this?
Am I a college educated economist?
Am I a corporate lackey warmonger douchebag that calls myself the president of the United States?
Fuck no, I'm a guy that's been in debt up to his ass before and realized just how small of an upset it takes to throw a person into total financial ruin when they cut things too close every month. When I was in that situation, I looked around me and almost everyone I knew would've killed to have the tiny little pittance of debt that I was wrangling with, they were in far far deeper than I was. Multiply that by a significant percentage of the population of the entire country, and the whole situation was a big fat ticking time bomb. Well news flash morons, the little red flag just popped out of the top of the box, and there's a word printed on it.
Looks like it's . . . . .
Now hang onto your ass cuz it's gonna be one hell of a ride . . . . downhill all the way.
Lose money on your house?
Cry me a fucking river.
That tends to happen when you pay 5 times what something's worth dumbass. I don't feel sorry for you. I'm not losing any money on my house, because when you take into consideration what it cost me, it pays for itself every day. What I mean is, that the value of my house can stand on its own merits, it's not dependent on the up and down swings of any market per se. My house is worth every penny that I paid for it for the simple fact that it keeps my fat ass dry, gives me a place to sleep, gives me a place to store my shit, a place to take a shower, and a place to take a dump with the modern convenience of a flushable turd mill. The payment I make every month comes out to about a third or less of what it would cost me to rent something similar, so the way I look at it, even if the fucker burned down the day after it was payed for it still wouldn't owe me a dime. Sure it may not impress anyone but ask me if I care. It impresses me, my family's fine with it, and that's good enough in my little world. If I wanted to spend 150 grand just to impress someone, I'd buy a fucking Ferari. I couldn't afford it either but at least I'd still have a place to live when it got repopped. I'd have a damn sight more fun with it than you do primping your yard and planting begonias too.
I've lived in a car before dude and let me tell you, it sucks. I however had the luxury of being able to go back home to my parents' house when I'd had enough of it. Where are you gonna go when your house ain't yours any more? Taking into consideration that you probably owe twice what your car's worth if you're like most people, that'll probably be leaving via the repo man's tow truck too. Sucks to be you man. After you've had a few months to get your head out of the clouds and come back to reality though, I'll still be here in my low dollar trailer house NOT eating macaroni and cheese because I wasn't dim enough to betrothe my entire prospective income to a mortgage lender. If you can dig deep enough to find the humility necessary to drop down to my level, stop on by. I'll be glad to share what I've got, and after 30 years of macaroni and cheese, that steak and shrimp off of my barbecue will look mighty tasty.
Lose your ass in the stock market?
Sucks to be you.
It never ceases to amaze me that our good right wing gawd fearing friends will not hesitate to denounce the evils of gambling . . . . . . and then call their stock broker to make a trade. Whether you stuff your money in a Keno machine or the stock market, it's all the same. You're hoping to get something for nothing, take a risk and possibly get a return, it's all gambling and when you gamble, you usually lose. Gambling is always loaded toward the house, and if you think the stock market is any different than the sleaziest casino in Vegas, I've got some mighty freaky news for you my friends. The house will always make money, you however are not so situated. You wouldn't take your entire retirement savings to Lucky Lil's and plug it a Player's Choice would you? And if you did, would you be crying to the government to bail you out when you lost your ass? Would you expect them to actually do so? If you did, you'd fit into a special class of people. I call these people morons. Welcome to the club, would you like a Player's Rewards card?
At least at the casino you'd get a "free" beer or two for your sizeable donation and maybe some peanuts or something. In the stock market, you don't. You don't even get to hear all about the 70 year old chain smoker lady at the machine next to you and her agonizing battle with terminal hemorhoids. Or how her skanky crackhead granddaughter got busted for selling her ass to buy meth but got off with a warning because she blew 4 cops and a judge. Believe me, I've been there, I've seen it, and her skanky granddaughter is actually kinda hot if you can believe that. Better hurry up and hit it before her teeth fall out. Maybe if you're lucky your wife will catch you and divorce your ass. That way she can take your worthless fucking house before it gets repo'd.
All of this is so much more fun as a spectator sport. Peace all.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
I also epoxied two hardwood blocks in front of the wing spar at equal distances from the centerline of the wing for landing gear attachment points. I had originally intended to install retracts, but decided against it. This plane will only be using a 4 1/2 inch prop, so the landing gear won't need to be long enough to create much drag. I may fashion some aerodynamic fairings for the landing gear legs, but retracts would be more trouble/weight than they're worth methinks. Perhaps I'll include them on my next Tea Racer once I've got a bit more experience building and flying them.
The single aileron servo will mount to the center of the wing, inside the fuselage and out of sight. Zero drag for the breakneck speeds this thing will be attaining with the 3800kv powerplant in the foreground. Don't let my drawn out build of this plane discourage you. This thing virtually flies together once you get started. Mine is just taking a while to finish because I've had a lot of distractions. Everything you see here was constructed in only a few short hours of actual build time.
When this thing finally makes it to the flying field, there shouldn't be any confusion as to what aircraft it is, nor where it came from. Morgan was nice enough to send me a sheet of official Mugi Tea Racer decals, so this plane will be flying its colors proudly.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
The wing is where I'm planning the majority of my deviations from the original plan, so it'll no doubt take a little longer than intended to build. Another beautiful thing about this design however, is that it would be a piece of cake to make more than one wing for this plane, each being suited to a different purpose. One with retractable landing gear for show and flying off of pavement perhaps. Another with no landing gear and a double layer on the bottom side for hand launching and belly landing on rough surfaces. Maybe another with some dihedral added and perhaps a bit more span for a more leisurely flying experience.
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Here is the nearly finished fuselage ready for the seams to be taped. The instructions say that the fuselage is a bit flimsy until the joints are taped, but I'm actually quite impressed with how stiff it actually is. Sure it'll flex if I get a bit western with it, but I've yet to see a foamy that doesn't flex this much and then some. This is shaping up to be an extremely rigid airframe especially for a low cost, high durability design. It definitely beats the heck out of anything foam. Perhaps not quite as light, but far, far more durable.
Sitting in front of the fuselage is the canopy, which I've colored silver by applying some scraps of silver sign vinyl that I had laying around. I think it'll give it a nice "reflective glass" look in the air. The instructions say to attach the canopy before taping the joints, but I think I'm going to wait until afterwards. Not only does this give me the opportunity to tape the joints where they run underneath the canopy, but I can then tape the joints on the canopy itself more carefully, hopefully giving the appearance of actual cockpit bracing. I know, it's not a scale plane, but I'm silly about details like that.
I did however encounter my first "problem" with the design/plans/templates today. It seems that my nose upper cowl, buy the kit and then you'll know what that is, LOL, didn't fit quite right. There was an angled section at the rear of it that needed to be cut straight across instead of beveled. It was an easy fix, and didn't even require making a new part. Simply test fit it and it's easy to see where the existing part needs to be cut. One straight slice across the rear of the cowl piece and voila! Fits like a glove. If you mess up a little bit on the cutting don't sweat it, when you tape the joints it'll all be covered up anyway.
Other than that however, my plane has gone together exactly according to Morgan's plans. Especially if someone has built a Mugi Evo before, they should have no problems assembling the Tea Racer from what I've seen so far. The radio installation will be a little more complex on this model I think, but a lot of that is my own fault. I'll be installing "old school" torque tube aileron linkages with a single aileron servo on this plane. This will require me to use balsa strip for my ailerons instead of the Coroplast ailerons specified in the plans as I'll be requiring a bit more stiffness than Coroplast can afford. I might be able to get away with a double layer lamination of 2mm Coro, but I think balsa will be easier and I have no question about the stiffness. It will also require me to do a little more planning in order for the bearing tubes and aileron linkages to come out in the right places, but I think the advantages will be worth it. If a person wanted to keep it simple, dual aileron servos in a flaperon configuration would definitely be the way to go. I'm going for a cleaner look however, with no visible aileron linkages on the exterior of the wing, as well as a bit of weight savings only running one servo instead of two. Aerodynamically, the single servo setup is also a bit cleaner, with no exposed linkages to create drag.
Another reason for the single servo setup, is that I'm seriously considering retractable landing gear on this aircraft and that setup will add back all of the weight and then some that I'm saving by eliminating an aileron servo. I've never had a plane with retracts, I've always wanted one, and this design is simply BEGGING for them. Of course this complicates the build even more, but I glean just as much pleasure from building planes as I do from flying them. If you're in a hurry to get in the air, then I say hand launch, belly land, and enjoy your Tea Racer. When you build little airplanes for fun, the sky is literally . . . . . The limit.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
I've built a few planes from paper template style plans, and although I haven't found a particularly good method of doing so yet, I think I performed one of my best efforts on this one. I found that taping the various pages of plans down on top of the sheet of Coroplast, then cutting the plans and the material at the same time with a fresh Olfa blade worked pretty good. I also employed the help of my trusty metal straightedge of course. If you can cut a perfectly straight line free hand then more power to you, but I drink far too much coffee for that feat. I long ago gave up measuring each individual piece for the Mugi Evo kit and cut myself some aluminum templates that cut build time about in half. I think a set of templates for this plane would have a similar effect on total build time, but the templates themselves would be considerably harder to make.
If you peer through the smoke from my trippy hippy incense burner, you can see the Tea Racer fuselage beginning to look like . . . well . . . . a fuselage. That's it pinned between the two gel cell batteries as the glue finishes drying overnight. Morgan suggests a large mug of Yorkshire Tea in the build instructions, but I've never quite been able to acquire a taste for tea, so I substitute incense instead. I find that burning incense while I build airplanes helps me acquire a true Zen oneness with the aircraft that I'm constructing.
OK, that's bullshit, actually it just helps cover up the stench from the contact cement.
Here's a little more of a closeup shot of the fuselage. The only deviation that I've made so far from Morgan's plans was to fit and mark the mid upper cowling before fitting and gluing the rear lower cowl. The instructions don't make mention of this, but I decided to do so anyway because I don't have that much faith in my Coroplast cutting skills to believe that everything would just magically fit. Turns out, that had I just lined everything up the way Morgan said to, it would've fit just fine, but having never built a Tea Racer before I figured it a good idea to be sure.
Another beautiful thing about the Tea Racer design is that as long as everything is straight, the edges of the various pieces don't exactly have to line up perfectly. Of course if the fuselage is built with a warp or a twist in it flight performance will suffer, but if there's a gap between some of the fuselage pieces, it'll get covered up later as all of the seams in the fuselage are taped at the end of the assembly process. This taping over of all of the joints is said to drastically stiffen the fuselage structure, and I see no reason why it wouldn't do just that. I actually intend to double tape mine, but sealing the joints with black vinyl stripe tape, then covering the flat sections with black sign vinyl. by using black Coroplast I've assured that any exposed edges won't look funny, but the vinyl over the top of the exposed surfaces will not only strengthen the airframe but give the outside a nice, shiny, painted metal look instead of the dull sheen of the Coroplast itself. Obviously the color scheme for this model is black and yellow, but the rest is a surprise. Stay tuned.
OK, that's bullshit, I haven't figured out what the rest of the color scheme is going to be yet, but I'll come up with something you can bet.
Next time: Finished fuselage, now what the hell am I going to do with the wings?
Monday, May 26, 2008
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
I did it all by myself.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
At any rate, RSM, just in case you happen to read this, thanks for all of the laughs. It was nice to read a blog that didn't have a damn thing to do with politics and war and hate for a change. Most of all, I'd like to thank you for turning me on . . . . . . hehehehe . . . . . . . . . not that way you pervy bastards . . . . . . . . . . to Sock Dreams. Guys, if there's a special lady, hell, even a not so special lady for that matter, on your gift list, you can't go wrong with Sock Dreams. Sock Dreams is your friend. Sock Dreams Gift Cards are really your friend. Go there, buy one, be loved. It really is that simple and socks don't die like flowers. Besides, who the hell likes a chick with cold feet? What the hell are you doing reading this? Go buy some socks damn it. Go on, get the hell out of here. You're still reading this? What the hell is wrong with you? You don't follow orders very well do you? Screw it, I'm gonna go buy some socks, you keep reading this all damn day if you want to.
Saturday, April 19, 2008
I'm forgetting how to make people laugh again and it sucks.
I'd like to start this rant with a public service message to Corporate America. Please Click Here.
Now that we've got that out of the way, are there any Mom and Pop companies out there that pay half decent wages that are looking for employees? . . . . . . . . . . . . ~crickets~
Yeah, that's what I thought. Too bad all of the Mom and Pop companies that pay a decent wage have been run out of business by . . . . . . . . . . . . Corporate America! Please Click Here.
I'm beginning to think that perhaps Lotto Winner would be a good career choice for me. It's not that I'm not willing to work, quite the contrary actually, I'm just sick and tired of my job taking up so much of my time and energy. See, like all things in the world that run on energy, I have a limited supply. However much is taken up by my gracious employer is just that much less that's available for the things that I truly care about: My wife, my family, my hobbies and interests, ect. I'm sick and tired of being told what a great job I have. Don't tell me fucker, SHOW ME . . . . . . . . I'm not seeing it . . . . . . . . Nope, not yet . . . . . . . . . Still nothing. Please Click Here. I can appreciate what you're doing, really I can, but your dream is not my dream, so quit trying to ram it down my throat. Respect is something that's earned, as is loyalty. You'll get neither from me by demanding it. You'll catch more flies with honey than vinegar my friend.
I don't blog about work, not specifics anyway. That's a rule I established way back when I started this ice cream stand, but the fact of the matter is that my current job is against everything that I stand for on a personal level. Maybe I'm being too much of a whiny assed little crybaby about it, but I fucking hate hypocrites, and right now I feel like I am one. See my dilemma?
Yep, the winds of change they are a blowin' methinks. Justin is getting a bad case of wanderlust again.
Once again: Corporate America. Please Click Here.
If you know me, don't read too far into this. I'm unhappy and venting, that's all. I don't need a Goddamn intervention and I sure as hell don't need Prozac. Large quantities of alcohol maybe, but not Prozac. Neither do I need any feel good phone calls, if you think that I do you obviously DO NOT know me or you'd know that I hate talking on telephones. What I need is a job. A job where I can do MY job, be left the fuck alone, and not have to worry about whether or not someone else is doing theirs. If my bills are paid and there's a few bucks left in my pocket at the end of the month that's a bonus, and better yet if I can still recognize my kids the next time I see them that's even better, and I don't work weekends. Don't even fucking ask. My family will take precedence over my job every time, no exceptions, so be prepared to take a back seat. I have a good work ethic, I know it, but if you push too hard, I push back.
One more time: Corporate America, Please Click Here.
Our dictionary entry for the day is: Cowboy
Definition: Arrogant fuck in a ten gallon hat.
If you don't like that, Please Click Here.
I'm getting to the point where I'm almost embarrassed to call myself a redneck anymore, because ignorant right wing douchebags are giving the rest of us a bad name. Ignorant Right Wing Douchebags: Please Click Here. And on a side note: The next ignorant right wing douchebag that starts talking to me like his way is the only way and since I'm within the boundaries of the sacred state of Montana and it's a given that I will simply nod my head with a hell yeah and a hallelujah to everything he says no matter how backward and fucking stupid it is might just get knocked the fuck out. Seriously. I'm sick of it. I don't give a shit if you think all the Mexicans should be lined up and shot, I don't care if you think all the gays should be lined up and shot, I don't give a fuck if you think there's only one God and you're his personal spokesperson, I don't really care if you think women should be barefoot and pregnant, and I don't give a flying fuck in a rolling donut if you think George W. Bush was sent by Gawd to assassinate all of them dirty sinners over there in the Middle East. If any of you fuckheads ever put forth the initiative to learn to read, you might want to study a bit before you bring your shit to my personal space. I'm a human being, and as such I have certain rights. If I'm talking about you, you know who you are. Back the fuck off.
Spout shit - watch for fist.
Also, quit sending me shit about putting God back in the schools. If you want God in the schools put God in your kids dipshit, they can take him with them wherever they go. All of you fucks are the same, you want God in the schools as long as it's YOUR God. When little Ahmed or Joey Goldstein or Yang Wong wants to worship their God in school then you cocksuckers will shit a rag baby with a bell on it. This isn't a Christian nation, it never was, but it damn sure isn't anymore. Fucking deal with it and quit sending me emails. I'm not going to forward them to anyone except the trash folder. The same goes for all of this In God We Trust shit, we don't trust in God, we trust in money. That's what drives this rat hole of a world that we live in, and no one gives a shit what phrase is printed at the top of the bills. Our capitalist friends will continue to kick ass and take names on Wall Street even if you printed the words to the Hokey Pokey across the top of a C-Note. They worship the metal, not the maker, and like it or not they call the shots.
Self proclaimed Christians: Please Click Here.
One of the main focal points of the teachings of your so called king was pacifism, yet the most violent acts in history have been perpetrated by your religion. Go figure. Your instruction manual says "Judge not lest ye be judged", yet you judge me. Please Click Here.
In all of my life I've known one or two so called Christians that were walking like they were talking. If you think you're one of them, you probably aren't because I'm sure there's something about modesty in that big black book of yours too. Please Click Here.
OK, I'm gone.
There's a novel fucking idea.
Friday, January 04, 2008
All for now, more later.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
Hopefully I'll get the time/urge to get back into blogging soon. It's been a busy several months since my last post, and I'm just itching to tell everyone about it. The Big J Aviation Company has moved to a new headquarters, a new headquarters that had to be remodeled basically from the ground up, and that's not to mention all of the time it took to sort, clean, and move all of our shit. Some of it came with us, a lot of it went to the dump, and as a result we now have a lot more room. Thanks to the fact that this house is bigger, and our possessions are now lighter to the tune of about 5 dump loads in my old blue truck, the Big J Aviation Company now has a dedicated production facility that is no longer located on the dining room table.
Actually it's located on the floor of Big J's new airplane room.
Anybody got a 3' X 8' piece of counter top laying around that they're not using? I need a work bench!
I know I've been a bad blogger, but unfortunately there's only so many hours in a day. Here's a teaser pic of the new facility. I just wish I would've taken time out from all of the scrubbing, dump hauling, painting, screw driving, wood cutting, wire stringing, pipe fitting, and nail pounding and took some before pics, cuz the after pics are a long damn way from where we started. This room is a long damn way from where it was in this picture as a matter of fact, and anyone that reads this knows how much I hate home improvement. Turns out I don't mind it so much when I can work on a house I'm not living in yet.