electrical engineering.

lightning.
that's my sh!t, duders.
a midnight thunderstorm?
c'mon.
that's the righteous natural friction
forming static pressure threads of pure energy.
that's rad, neighbors.
is lightning more awesome than my dreams?
maybe,
unless i'm dreaming about lightning, of course.
just sayin',
if i've got to wake up from some deep r.e.m. sleep,
it'd better be because of something as impressive
as a brutal buffeting battlestrom of thunderous lightning.
last night met the criteria,
and the first drops of rain, the big ones,
beat a grindcore drum solo outside my window.
heavy metal roof rythyms, duders.
that's the early warning system for dark/light shows.
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lighting.
that's less of my sh!t,
and just more of a sh!tty thing.
unless you like seeing, and being seen, in the dark.
i got truck lights for my woodsly rig.
now,
it's just a matter of splicing those jauns
into the existing lightning-veins,
and providing the pertinent power-points with juice.
juuuuuuuice!
twisting wires and grounding wires, and wrapping wires;
that's not really my thing, either.
but,
once we've got reverse, parking, braking,
and signal-type illumination,
it's time to get busy harvesting ripe rocks
right from out of their wild habitats
in the withering deep reaches of the woodsly goodness,
so that they can roam free and stationary in fully-appreciated
obstinance at the Folk Life & Liberty Fortress.
yeah, my ninjas.
trucks are for doing manly stuff.
manly woodgrain flatbed trucks especially so.
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friday.
again.
and it's a holiday weekend as well.
i'm not ready yet,
but i'm getting there, y'all.
holiday tattoo clients?
long-weekend weak-sauce sucktards,
and out-of-towners with 'asscrackachussetts oozin' out?
c'mon.
the unofficial early start of summer,
which means cheap light beer,
and grillin',
and a whole mess of messy meatheads,
munchin' up on a mess of messy meats.
speaking of.....
EPICMEALTIME.COM
you need it.
heck,
i'm vegan and i need it.
horrifying?
yep.
developmentally disabled?
i think so.
all the way to eleven?
abso-F*ing-lutely.
prepare your faces for some loud freshness.
if the object is more,
then these dirty canadian doo-doo monsters
should get no objections.
more is on the menu.
every single time.
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F* this weekend.
as hard as possible;
never quiet, never soft.....