Ok...

I'm super curious.  Trying to get a copy of my Google file... 

Everything is copied, stored, watched and surveiled.

Let's see what happens. 

Crazed American, out.

The Book of Faces

Once upon a time, I shared everything on it.  Hell, my youngest wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for Facebook, as it was where I re-met my wife after 17 years. 

I cancelled that Facebook account three years ago.  Let it be reabsorbed into the ether.  Right, sure it got deleted and isn't sitting on a Facebook server farm with an electronic dotted line to my current one where I share very little. 

I quit it before because I didn't like the way it ended up making me feel.  I couldn't wait to log back in.  The straw that broke the camel's back was when I was surfing Facebook on my computer, something distracted me, so I picked up my phone and checked Facebook. 

Fast forward now.  Facebook is acknowledged to be exactly as creepy as everyone thought.  People and companies are leaving it in droves. 

I'm not going to quit it again, yet.  My traffic to it will be curtailed.  I still want to see how friends are doing.  I like pictures of my old friends and their pets.  Pretty much what it should be used for.  Not the propaganda machine that many people I love and respect seem to think it is.

So I'm not going to unfollow or unfriend.  But I will not engage. 

That's what this is for.   You, gentle reader, get it all.  Enjoy.

What?!?

General McMaster's out?!  Holy f--king s---.  Aside from St. Mattis, we're out of free thinkers. 

Help us, Obiwan Mattis You're our only hope...

Still alive

Baby is thriving.

Not skiing as much as I would have liked this winter.

The yard at BaseCamp Ponderosa has responded well to the vast amounts of wood chips and mulch I applied over the last fall and this winter.  I have had great success with something called "chipdrop.in".  It's a direct to arborist service - you get a giant truck load (or two) of wood chips delivered by suprise to your home.  Sign up for a load of wood chips, and you could wait months... or sign up and not be able to get into your garage due to the seven cubic yards of wood chips.  So far, very happy.

I am engaged in a war on my lawn.  Well, actually with my lawn.  You see, I hate grass.  It is the ultimate parasitic organism, and I am trying (with some success) to eliminate it from my homestead. My entire backyard is now devoid of grass, save for a few bits in and around my lower urbanite terrace (fancy way of saying I built a patio area using broken concrete from an old pad next to my driveway that I've turned into a planting bed).  

This winter... wow, talk about a non-event.  Much warmer than normal.  Our local mountains have received not even half of a typical year. 

I'm scaling way back the amount I am on social media.  Again, I turn to my oft neglected blog for an outlet.  

Other than a wicked bout of the "Gombu" fever than went around during the holiday period, all is well, knock on wood. 

How goes with all of you? 

Thanks for your continued support... One of these days I will prepare myself and put up a post on politics (yuck).

Crazed American