Too Much Of Our Time OT

Sounds like you're having too much fun.....get back to the kitchen and get some viddles on!!! :eek: :rolleyes: ;)
 
If I was going to go drifting through society again, it would be as pot scrubber. There's always an opening. No one wants pots. And they don't care if you show up with fumes, either, as no customer will ever see you.
I knew a pot scrubber with a derringer strapped to his ankle. I was 22 at the time and thought that was high crime.



munk
 
I did pots in a casino for a while ( two-three weeks ) til I could get back into the vault. Especially slow late-winter season that year and at that time low seniority. After that had seniority enough to fill in as coin wrapping mechanic or at worst slot mechanic when things got slow.

Even later worked for a company than contracted to build the old mechanical slot machine rebuild parts for the Pace, Jennings, Aristocrat and other defunct manufacturers, and new steel cases for them. They'd last incredible lengths of time and still keep working with a little maintenance and a rebuild now and then.

Kind of like the old tractors. Going to start new thread on them.
 
I have to admit that I missed ya too, ya big lug.

Sometimes what you write needs to sink in...sort of like what Edutsi says to me. Until it sinks, any response would be frivolous.

Don't stop writing...some of us need your brand of therapy.
 
Munk, good stuff, and Thanks! I always read your stuff as well. Don't always understand it but this ol' ndn sometimes has reading comprehension problems.:footinmou ;)
 
Probably because you're logical.

.........

Here's a tidbit from the real munk:

Up this AM groggy and slow. Baby wanted oatmeal. OK. Got the water boiling. Went to the coffee roaster a friend gave me last week. Couldn't find the screen. Don't know what the screen does, but figured it has to be there, otherwise the plastic will burn.

It was right there, there on the countertop. All the parts. Now the screen is gone.
Why? I asked my wife. No idea. Looked through all the cabinets and cuboards. Looked in various piles of debris known as toys. The four year old came down the stairs and wanted something. He was in my way. I poured him a bowl of cereal.

"Have you seen it?" I asked him.
He shook his head.

"I knew it wouldn't last in this house. I"m ordering another machine. I've got 20 pounds of coffee coming and no roaster. I KNEW IT!!"

"OK." My wife said hurridly as she bailed out of the house and front door.

This time it was true. The item was missing. I'd give it a day for 'reason' and then act. It wouldn't turn up. It was history. I'd been vandalized. Wronged. Any one of the persons in my house might have done this slovenly thing- the loss of the screen.

On the bottom of the roaster was a name. I typed this in Search on the computer and found the manufacturer's site. All the parts were out of stock. No screen. I saw the screen only cost 2.50 Out of stock and cheap too.

The next generation machine cost 189 bucks. I wasn't ordering one after all.

I began to think of canabalizing the wire screen wrapped around some car air filters...

The 7 year old came down the stairs. My last hope. He knows things. He's aware. He knows the turns and movements of baby and younger brother. He knows what the bee's know before the Summer rain. It'll be gone in ten years but right now he has IT.

"MY screen is MISSING!! Have you seen it?"

"Nope. What's it look like? "
I showed him the roaster's diameter and the area the screen would fill.

"I haven't seen it."

"Well, come on then. Let's look at the computer and see what else they have."

The new model was big and had dials. 189 bucks worth of dials and thermometers. Do we really need to know how hot the bean get while roasting? I wondered if the machine would still work when the electonics for the thermometer went out. Probably not.
I went back to the broken roaster and looked absently. I picked up the lid and took it apart. The screen was inside, where it belonged.

I'd rememberd the screen as being bigger. In life, it was much, mush smaller.


munk
 
munk said:
Probably because you're logical.

I went back to the broken roaster and looked absently. I picked up the lid and took it apart. The screen was inside, where it belonged.

I'd rememberd the screen as being bigger. In life, it was much, mush smaller.


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Munk, if I was really truly logical I wouldn't be looking for my lost glasses when they're on my nose.;)

Actually I am somewhat logical and sometimes that gets in the way of my belief's.
In the old days kids that were destined to be medicine men or medicine women were kept from any formal education.
I'm damned sure not a medicine man but my even informal education gets in the way of some things I go searching for and delays my finding whatever that may be.:(

Glad you found your screen.:)
 
How were kids destined to be medicine men selected?

I'm ignorant of this. I don't believe the yuppie God head assigned to Shamans and such today, nor Max Brand's characterisation that Medicine men were homosexual liars and cheats.

The homosexual linkage suggested by Brand is also parroted in a different way by Hollywood and the modern Art community, which believes to be gay instantly makes one more creative than straight.

Anyway, anything you could tell me would be appreciated.
I half suspect I would have been one of those selected. (no, I"m not gay)


munk
 
munk said:
How were kids destined to be medicine men selected?

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Munk it generally was a youngster who showed an apptitude for it. Sometimes a child was chosen from birth because of auspicious signs, born to it you might say.:)
These kids were kept as completely out of the way as possible, preferably with no contact at all with the non-ndns until later in life.
 
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