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April 30th, 2010
12:22 am

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The Return of Bouncehausen?

Yeah, it's been a year.

 

Maybe not long enough?

 

 

Stay tuned.

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April 12th, 2010
12:56 pm

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Epilogue - MRT2

It's not gonna rain. It's all uphill. The End.

 

Munson Road Test 2.5  coming soon in June!

 

 

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March 1st, 2010
10:18 am

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(LEGO) Bricks in the Rain

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February 23rd, 2010
01:04 pm

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Dead Cat
I went in the garage to work on my bike. I've been dreading going in the garage for many reasons but I finally mustered up the energy to go in there. It's a big two garage with a ceiling that's practically two stories high. This garage has a lot of potential. There's even a side room that's as big as a medium sized bathroom with the tall ceiling where the water heater is kept. I call that room the dungeon. There's a giant cinder block wall that is pretty much the foundation of my house that separates the hill from the back of the garage. I store a lot of crap in this garage but there is no real order to things. I try to keep things in order but the multiple camping trips the bike events and misc crap I do all year leaves this garage in shambles. You open the door and there are huge heaping piles of miscellaneous crap that you wouldn't believe. Bike frames, Garbage thrown out from my car mixed with important stuff, tarps, books, crates, tools, cables, cords, old food, bolts and god knows what else. I actually can find things in this garage if I need to in a pinch though. It's really weird. Despite the massive piles of junk, if I need something bad enough - you name it -(Skill Saw, Stud sensor, Bike light, cable, etc.) I usually picture the part in my mind, go to the piles and throw shit around for a few minutes and - wallah! I find it - Along with something I've been looking for ages for which gets me started on a new tangent of fixing things to go along with that new found item. There's a bunch of Beer brewing equipment that I've told myself that I'm supposed to start working on in the garage too that Dan just brought in for me to store, but i can use it. I'm also storing a shitload of crappy bike frames that Dan found at Burning Man and put in my garage. There's Burn barrels, there's old books - I couldn't stop listing this shit. I really am not a pack rat. Some people would say I am. But, compared to a lot of people I am pretty normal. I just don't find enough energy or time to get everything organized. I mean, what's the point if you have other things going on at the moment, you will get to all of that shit later. Right?

 

One more thing. Every time I want to go work on something in the garage I have to take a dump. There is no bathroom in there and it's all the way downstairs. Every five minutes I hang out in the garage I have to end up going all the way back upstairs to take a crap. I just don't understand it.

 

So anyway. I finally get off of my ass because i need to work on my bike and I go in the garage. I forgot to mention that there is a big hole in the back wall in the dungeon section of the garage that exposes the back part of underneath the house. There's actually an impressive amount of room behind that wall before the hill goes up underneath my house that is propped up on wooden beams. The whole fucking house is sitting on these wooden beams. If I am ever in an earthquake in this place I am fucked.

 

I have 6 feral cats running around the house that I feed. I have spayed and neutered them all with Maria's help. Most of them are related since I found them as baby kittens in my back yard. The mother cat had been run over by a car. Fortunately the kittens were old enough to fend for themselves. I don't let these cats live in my house. Fuck that. They live in the back yard and have been doing all right. Poor one eyed Willy lost and eyes at an early age. One day his eyeball was hanging from its socket and he was oblivious about it. It finally shrivelled up and fell off. He can still jump on an off my roof better than any cat in the neighborhood. His sister, Maria Feliz has the same tabby color grey and black stripes. Her problem is that she has had a respiratory illness since she was a kitten. She is the only one who will let you pet her. I never pet her. In fact I avoid touching her but she insists that she has your attention and wants to be loved. Then they have two brothers that are both black cats, Toby and big brother. There is Gokk. He's a basket case. A smaller more timid version of Willy and Maria Feliz. I haven't seen him in a while lately. I wonder if he is still around.Lastly there is uh.. I forget his name. He is not related but was around during the neutering process so I decided to keep feeding him. He is a real asshole.
My dog Ginger manages to get along with all of them really well. She chases them if yell goo get the kitties. The cats aren't kittens anymore. I've had them for like over 3 years now. Maybe more. Dammit.

 

So I'm in the garage about to work on my bike and I realize that it's pretty quiet in there. Normally I find one of the cats and they jump back up the water heater into the hole and back to under the house, because that's where they live. I leave the side grate to under the house open so they can go there when it rains or is too cold. So no cat noises. I usually shuffle shit around and one of the runs away. This kind of scares the crap out of me when I'm not prepared for this so that's why I'm looking for a cat to scare out so I can get to work. Quiet. I realize I've gotta take a shit now when, behind a step ladder, I see the fur of Maria Feliz on the ground. Her messed up tail gives her away. She is laying on an old santa costume below the water heater - lifeless. Looks like she has been dead for a couple days. I'm not sure why she died. After a while I found a shovel and put her in a garbage bag. Didn't want to touch her. But I was certain she was dead. It was easy to put her in the bag because she was stiff with rigor mortis. I really don't have a place to bury her. I decided to put her in the garbage. I think that is legal.

I felt somewhat sad. Strangely, I felt sort of relived. Maria Feliz has had a tough life with her breathing problems. This is the third dead cat I have had to deal with at this house in the last 6 years. Seeing a dead animal that you took care of sort of does something to you. I can't explain it.
Dealing with tangible death sort of makes me feel the vulnerability of yourself and others. I couldn't stop imagining about having to deal with dead bodies of people I know. I'm somewhat disturbed by it all right now.

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December 1st, 2009
06:02 pm

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He's done it again!

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November 12th, 2009
12:28 pm

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Okay, my first posterous post from Google Wave.
Okay, my first posterous post from Google Wave. woot

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August 17th, 2009
01:30 am

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OKAY MAYBE THIS MIGHT MAKE YOU THROW UP.

BUT I FOUND MYSELF MOVED.




EFF YOU.

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June 27th, 2009
10:57 am

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esylommmmmmm


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June 12th, 2009
02:26 am

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Get past 30 seconds and it's golden.

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June 9th, 2009
12:48 pm

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I am in a band tonight called Bouncehausen. 10pm at Club Ding-A-Ling . Come and see it! http://ping.fm/C0iRy

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