Another New Start

I sort of keep forgetting that I have a damned blog.

So, Project Teenymame is completed and I gave it to the gal I was intending on giving it to. I guess I can consider the Teenymame a Vanquished Foe.

What did I learn from it? Well, Woodworking Is Hard for the most part. I’m considerably better at electronics and graphic design than I am at screwing screws and covering up their holes with wood putty.

A lot better at using the airbrush tool in Photoshop than I am with a paintbrush on wood.

Also, I learned to not let the smoke out of components. I basically fried one computer in building the second revision. Whoops!

So yeah motherfuckers, back to writing on a blog that nobody cares about. I’m kind of hips-deep in working on Aeon Babel: The Genesis Saga for this retarded screenplay contest while at the same time gettin’ orky with Jeep mods. I’m moving in a few weeks down to RAS GAYGUS to chase money and pussy and need a method to haul all my shit down there. We’re intending on building a totally hillbilly roof rack out of scrap steel. I’m learning to weld! Which may as well be another categroy here on the page that nobody reads.

Seriously I checked the stats, I’ve had two visitors since May.

Getting Somewhere!

Fuck yeah!
I bought a router from my favorite pawn shop (Valley Jewlery and Loan in Sun Valley, rad place, go visit) and gaffled a channel cutter from Lowe’s since I’m a goddamned hardcore career criminal yo, I’m the baddest of the bad, the lowest of the low… No that’s wrong, I paid for it on my damn debit card and you know full well that I ain’t as hard as I make out on the internet.

Anyway, I had to modify the router to work, used a bunch of flat washers as spacers. Unfortunately the channel it cuts is way too wide and I’ll need to scam a bench grinder (yay pawn shops!) so as to flatten out the “spades” at the end of the bit. Luckily for me they’re made of carbide and wore the teeth right off of my brand-new file! A W E S O M E ~

Anyhow:

Here you can see how hard I struggled with that fucking router. Even though the channel is wider than some vaginas I’ve been in, the little strip of t-molding (by the way my shipment from t-molding.com came in yesterday, awesome~) remains centered. I’m going to have to go through a whole fucking tube of wood putty though to keep it seated.

Here we are with the cab upright and the main structural elements installed. The bottom was the hardest part. Tomorrow I’ll go into Depot and score some 12″ pre-cut planks so as to save me some time on cutting the horizontal panels. Also I need to practice mitre cutting, hoopity hoo. I think I might just buy a damned router bit for that.

Lessons Learned:

- Man quit being cheap on tools and stuff, buy the damned good plunge router instead of the cheapass laminate router you fucking tool.

- You should have bought the cut disc tool from t-molding.com when you ordered, it’s not like you ain’t got a bundle in your paypal account or anything instead of burning up more money on modifying off-the-shelf bits.

- Dude cut the channel for the t-molding after you create the screw-holes for the structural parts, notice how the screws just crush the channel?

- Yeah that’s because the bit was cutting too deep, throwing a few fender washers onto the tool spindle should help out with that.

- Fuck yeah.

- Also buy more screws, the only reason you stopped was because you were out.

- Also quit talking in the second person, Jesus fucking Christ.

More on this fantastic project as events warrant.

The best part about blogging

is updating it when you know nobody reads this thing.

In short: I’ve written two episodes of Voices From the Inside. Started working on a Nevada Film Board screenwriting contest in which a screenplay is written that’s pretty much a big commercial for Las Vegas, and uh my minimame project has me so frustrated that I’ve decided to take an entire new direction with the thing.

I sort of got so mad at the fact that I can’t cut a straight line to save my life and did a little smashy smashy on a power tool. Oh well, it was fifteen bucks and now I suppose I have an AC electric motor to go in my saucer model.

Oh and I’ve not done a damn thing re: tactical gear. Basically I’m feeling like a big huge stupid failure right now.

Yay blogging.

More Voices

Hnnnn a dude went and wrote 28 pages of screenplay in one sitdown tonight.

Check me out as I flex and preen.

Scriptfrenzy is going to be my bitch.

http://zeroesunlimited.com/trainwreck/inside_ep1_04_02_09.doc

Voices From The Inside 2

Revised Production Bible for “Voices From The Inside.”
11 Pages, Formatted, MSWord .doc file format.

So Tactical, So Queer.

My shooting friends know that I’m a total gear queer. If it’s made of nylon and has MOLLE/PALS straps on it, I gots tas haves its.

Some time back, my buddy Mike and I were brainstorming tactical gear. He’s got an SKS as his primary shoulder arm and was lamenting the fact that the tactical gear out there is pretty much only for the AR/AK/M1A*, nobody makes MOLLE web gear for dudes with irregular arms, that he would totally buy it if it existed.

Woodworking

Bah! Bah I say!

I’ve been trying to design my cabinet and holy fuck piss shit on a goat tits is this ever fucking hard!

See, I want my cab to be as tiny as possible while at the same time emulating the look and feel of an oldschool arcade cabinet. I thought I had it down, of course until I started cutting.

And then I realize that trying to get a corner to look nice is next to fucking impossible.

I got some overlaps with the circ saw and my corners got all jaggy and ugly looking. Dammit.

For the second piece, I attempted to make up some stops and then cut the remainder with a handsaw.

That didn’t work out at all.

Not only were my corners fucked off, I somehow got the geometry wrong on the second part.

I fucking suck at this.

Back to the old drawing board, I guess.

That Damned Firing Pin

Owners of the Star Modelo B Pistola 9mm will all nod their heads solemnly knowing the travails I went through.

See, The Star is otherwise a darned fine little auto, a scaled-down “clone” of the Colt 1911. I put “clone” in quotation marks as it’s not a direct copy of J.M. Browning’s venerable Philipino-killing workhorse, but a reasonable facsimile. The Trigger pivots on a pin rather than being of the transfer bar type that wraps around the magazine well, the extractor is external rather than internal and there’s no goddamned grip safety. Thank God for small miracles, I guess.

The Star Modelo B is the first pistol I ever purchased upon being old enough to legally do so. I did so in January 2002, five months into being 21. I ain’t one to attach sentimental values to inanimate ojbects, but I do think it’s interesting that of all the firearms I’ve owned and parted ways with, I still have this one.

Anyhow, if you’re a Star pistol owner, you know not to dryfire the damned thing as you’ll break the firing pin, as I had done to mine years and years ago and never got around to fixing as the firing pins cost about half what I paid for the gun ($50 shipped versus $100 for the gun back in 2002). So, I let it sit.

Recent events coupled with unemployment have gotten me reinterested in the little piece.

So, here we go:

Voices From the Inside

Production Bible for a zero-budget Youtube series I’ve put some thought into developing. This is still kind of first-draft and unpolished.
For instance, I’ve yet to write any real background on the focus characters. Dig it.

I HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU, BLOG

So the day I got laid off I was writing an in-depth post about all the sundry horseshit going on in my head that kept me from focusing.

Then I got fired! Yay for life and I totally forgot to post it!