I randomly ran across these while surfing Zuckerberg’s Cyber Stalking Site.

I thought they were pretty cool and immediately thought of my buddy Irish.

Then the more I looked, the more I liked so I bought one for myself!

They offer several different brand names and styles.

The best part is that they aren’t wicked expensive either, just under $50, delivered.

8″ Dial Indicator Wall Clock, Great Gift for Machinist / Engineer / CNC Manufacturing Technician

Even at that, it’s more than all the militaries on Earth, combined.

Seeing what’s been going on at the Southern Border the last few years, I’m thinking that a whole bunch of them are going to start coming out of closets and dressers here very shortly.

Especially the ones that the government has no idea even exist.

But it is a cooking show I can watch.

I just found out that Phil Campbell, the former lead guitarist for Motorhead, has had a new band going for like six years.

Phil Campbell and the Bastard Sons.

He’s the one with hat in case you aren’t familiar.

This one is nice and bluesy.

In my humble opinion, Phil is one of the most under rated guitarists on the planet and he has stuck with his Rock And Roll roots with these guys.

Like this one,

I hadn’t heard this in years and had completely forgotten about it until someone posted part of it on Twitter.

For the most part it’s pretty chill.

Testament, Return To Serenity

But now that it is a thing I am reminded that I have some small tasks to get done.

Take a minute and go read.

This kicks ass, I don’t care who you are.

Don’t be a government whore.

Just because it’s obnoxious.

Stone tossers for the win today.

Just barely and Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus, Thank You Jesus, for helping me get through it without any major fuck ups or pouring down rain.

Pertin’ near 7 hours, from start to closing the garage door and I am wiped, the fuck, out.

I literally came in the house and fell into my recliner because I almost didn’t make it.

Of course there were a couple glitches.

For one, when I bought the new pump my gut kept telling me to buy a gallon of coolant but my brain kept telling me I had plenty laying around.

Technically, my brain was right.

When I went to grab some, I found a half a gallon of the Green stuff, which I needed, two gallons of the Orange stuff and a gallon of the Blue stuff.

The Orange stuff was for her Dad’s Yukon which is long gone and the Blue stuff is for the Kid’s Hyundai, which my youngest daughter is currently driving.

The best part is after I put some water and the half gallon of Green stuff in, I went to shut the hood to go get more after warming it up and checking for leaks and the damn hood all of a sudden doesn’t want to latch.

In total I spent better than a half an hour dicking with that. Of course after I got it closed and went and got the Anti Freeze, it didn’t want to open back up again.

More cursing, prying and swearing.

After drowning the latching mechanism in WD-40, adjusting the stops, shimming the latch and adjusting it sideways, I finally took it clear off and started over. It finally starting opening and closing.

Fuck You Murphy.

Asshole.

I had to stop for breaks six or seven times before I finally got everything put back away and now I am going to chill out for a bit. Then I am going to take a shower and go get a birthday card and some cash for the Grandson’s 12th birthday.

He is already 5 foot 10 and weighs 155 pounds.

The freaking kid is as big as I am.

At 12.

Scary.

So after this repair job, I am thinking that after fifty years of wrenching on shit, I am pretty much officially semi retired from working on fucking cars.

Sure I’ll still do the stupid simple and easy stuff but the days of me laying across an engine bay or underneath on the concrete are pretty much done.

It’s time to start the triage process and start getting rid of stuff so I won’t even be tempted.

My body just can’t take it anymore.