Tuesday, November 15, 2016
To All my friends on Facebook. This may be goodbye. This site wants to shut down my account because of the name, Guy Whowritesthis. I used this moniker because it was an extension of my blog, Astoria Rust. Someone turned me in for not using my real name, probably because they were offended by one of my posts. I've been shut down before with my Jaysus H Christ account. Fun times. I’ve had this problem with another account where they made me switch it to a non-personal account and it has no charm at all. I can’t get to see or know any followers the way I can with a personal account.
If I am shut down in the next week I will start blogging again and you will find me at http://astoria-rust.blogspot.com I am also considering a tumblr account. Any other ideas out there will be welcomed.
So if I end up missing, please know that I enjoyed my time here with you and if you want more of what I have to offer it will take a little effort on your and my part.
Tuesday, March 08, 2016
It Finally Happened
When we go out for a meal we've started to realize that we are the oldest people in the room, though my wife looks considerably younger than me, I am the one who visibly skews the average age though I am her junior by a year. Oddly, we are older but it is rare that the offer of a senior discount ever comes to the surface. It must be asked for, and in my senior moments I always forget to ask until after it's too late.
So the title of this post is "It Finally Happened" and here is what happened causing this post. A short while ago we were just about to ride our horses down the road when three young women drove by and stopped and turned around. They were asking about horse boarding facilities in the area and we directed them to one just down the road from us. We began our ride, and then we stopped by this boarding facility to see if anyone wanted to join us for a ride. By the time we got there the three young women were leaving and we asked the owner of the facility if the three had a good visit. The owner said,"Oh.it was you who referred them to me...They said that an elderly couple down the road had referred them." It is now official, we have now been declared elderly. I guess I deserve a nap...
Friday, February 26, 2016
A Different Kind Of Douche Bag, It's Regional
My point here is that this seems to be a regional malady. I went back to New Jersey last October for my mother's 95th birthday. More stories about the trip may come up in the future, but for now I want to talking about driving in the Garden State and in the Empire State.
Having lived here in Oregon for the last 27 years I had forgotten what toll roads were. Actually I had forgotten how to get anywhere after all this time and I relied on the GPS for every move. There are people there that refuse to ever take a toll road. I gave in and let the GPS take me from point A to point B on the shortest route. Though the toll roads have an Easy Pass system I paid cash at every toll. There was one exit from one highway that exited onto the Jersey Turnpike where I paid 60 cents to drive three hundred feet to the next exit off of the Turnpike.
We also drove on the Garden State Parkway which has toll boots set up every fifteen miles or so. I think it is so cool that the only toll road in Oregon is the Bridge of the Gods in Hood River. I think it is also very cool that once the Astoria Megler Bridge was paid off they removed the toll in Astoria.
But I digress... The point of this post is Douche Bag drivers. I found that the drivers in New York and New Jersey were oddly very courteous; even the Toyota drivers. You don't see many casual pick-up trucks back there so there were no little trucks with big tires. Those with pick-up trucks were contractors. These are working trucks, not show trucks with untethered dogs and a half rack of Hams. Those who drove Toyota cars were actually OK. The Douche Bags of New Jersey drove Ford Mustangs. When I lived there the Douche Bags drove Camaro IROC-Zs, but times have changed. The new muscle-stangs bring out the beast in the drivers and these folks can easily stand proud with the Toyota drivers of the Pacific Northwest.
Wednesday, February 17, 2016
A Sign of Spring
The following year Puff returned in the spring. He didn't miss a beat. It was as though he never left taking up residence on our steps; his favorite place to lay in the sunshine. He would come to us and let us pet him. He was still a tom so where ever he spent the last ten months it looked as though he was being fed will, but no one had him neutered. We were curious as to where he lived, so we tied a string around him with a note asking his family to contact us so we would know he actually belonged to someone. He hung around for another two weeks with his note still attached, but then he disappeared again like he had the previous year. We thought this time he was dead.
Last year he appeared again in early spring. Again it was as though he never left. He took up residence on the steps again. He was still a tom, but we noticed this time he was spraying, which is unacceptable. He was also scratching himself quite a bit, so after a few days I got him some flea drops and got ready to capture him to get him neutered, but then Puff was gone, again.
This morning I let our cats out as I always do at around 4:30AM, and they are usually ready to come back in by 5:30, but they weren't standing by the door as usual. No big deal; it wasn't raining so I figured they were both perambulating the parameter in the drier than normal conditions. I saw the true reason they hadn't returned when I went out to feed the horses at 6:15. Puff was back and our cats were hanging out with him hearing of his adventures last ten months. Puff looked fat and I couldn't see if he was still intact, but I'm sure I'll have the opportunity to make a closer inspection before he disappears again until next spring.
Friday, January 01, 2016
Death Pool 2016
Monday, August 03, 2015
Sick Day, August 2015
Here is the most recent list:
1. I'm sick of all the O stickers that are on cars in Oregon. So you like a University in Oregon, big deal. Do you realize that once you are 500 miles out of Oregon no one has even heard of Oregon, let alone the University of Oregon. It's just another school.
2. I'm sick of Washington Drivers. When in Oregon, can you simply observe what the Oregon drivers are doing and mimic our behavior. This means not coming to a full stop at every intersection that doesn't require it. This means the speed limit is the speed you should be traveling; not 15 MPH below the limit if you are in front of me and not 15 MPH faster if you are coming up to tail-gate me.
3. I sick of the Minions. I haven't seen the movie or perhaps movies, but I'm totally sick of seeing them on the Internet.
4. Both Astoria and Seaside now need a bypass. There is no way to get out of town quickly which makes me wonder how many more people will die if we ever have the quake and tsunami that is expected.
Monday, March 02, 2015
I can only assume that the speedometers on these trucks are factory mis-calibrated 25 mph under the real speed, because I have never seen one of these trucks go any slower that 25 over the limit.
I must admit these little trucks are oddly very stable since their center of gravity is probably two feet off the surface of the ground and with speed being a factor; I'm surprised the ditches on curvy roads aren't littered with trucks of every color.
Now a note to you hill-billies that drive these things... Instead of spending all that money on after-market crap to trick these little toy trucks out, why don't you put your money towards a real truck that can actually do all the things you are trying to create the illusion that your truck can do. Until then, just realize that people with real trucks view your truck as an annoying gnat that shouldn't share the same road.
Back on the east coast in the 80's all the real douche bags drove a Camero Iroc-z. Out here in 2014 they drive little tricked out Toyota pick-ups. Time to grow up little men...
Thursday, January 15, 2015
Just the Way I Like It.
I wasn't bothered in the least by not having the phone over that period of time. The funny thing was that when I turned it on there were no texts, or voicemails waiting for me. There were no missed calls. I think I have finally reached my goal of keeping out of touch.
Thursday, January 01, 2015
2015 Death Pool
Ruth Bader Ginsberg
Burt Shavitz (Burt's Bees)
G. Gordon Liddy
David Rockefeller Sr.
Carol Elaine Channing
Thursday, November 27, 2014
Me and My Goose
Today I am not paying homage to the Alices Restaurant movement as I am sure they are doing so on the East Coast as I write. Instead I will pay homage via Youtube to another Arlo Guthrie song for those of you who will be dining on some sort of bird today.
Please click this link Me and My Goose
Thursday, October 23, 2014
Autumn on the Coast
Here on the Oregon Coast there are signs of autumn, but it isn’t the changing colors of the trees. Yes, some trees change color; like some maples and aspens but trees like the alders start shedding their leaves in early August but the colors don’t change. The leaves of the alders are all gone by the time the first autumn wind storm happens.
The signs of autumn here start with roads. Chipmunks cross the road in confusion and though one might slow down and hope the animal has decided on where it wants to be you will inevitably hear a thump under your rear tire as you pass.
The next road hazards are the Woolly Bears. These are the furry black and orange caterpillars that find it necessary to cross the roads. I always try to avoid them with my tires, however when looking in the rear-view mirror after I pass them I find the wind from my vehicle blows them away and they roll up in a ball to try to defend themselves.
Wolly Bears are interesting creatures because according to folk lore you can use them to predict the severity of the up-coming winter by the amount of black fur they have. The more black fir, the more severe the winter will be. If they successfully consume enough food they will turn into a yellowish moth known as the Isabella Tiger Moth which will mate and lay clusters of eggs under leafs and the whole process begins again.
Though we have had our first rain and wind storm of the season the Wooly Bears are still crossing the roads, even in the rain. Soon we will have our first frost and that will signify that that the process of autumn is nearing its end. It will be green here throughout the winter, even if we get a dusting of snow.
All the fall and winter rains will assure the first signs of spring in February with the sound of lawn mowers cutting the lawns for the first time as the crocus bulbs come alive with the sounds of the frogs chirping in the swamps.
Thursday, May 01, 2014
LNG, A Win-Win for Both Sides
If you've been following this blog over the years you may remember that at first I came out against LNG. My mind was changed while driving home one late night or early one morning and I drove by some homes of anti LNG advocates and I noticed that the exteriors of their houses were lit up with all sorts of outdoor lighting and porch lamps. It was then that I realized that if they could waste electricity like that they had no right to complain about LNG.
All these many years later I found a win-win solution for both sides of the LNG advocates and detractors. The way I see it, the conservatives want LNG and the progressives don’t. So, to break the stalemate I say the progressives give in and let LNG be developed in Warrenton. If nothing goes wrong we will have a lot of new jobs in the area and the added revenue in the form of tax collection will go to schools, public safety and infrastructure.
Now, let’s say there is a problem and the LNG site blows up and vaporizes all of Warrenton. Well this is the payback for the progressives because who lives in Warrenton? Conservatives; and lots of them. They are religious, Tea Party, Obama effigy hangers... and now they have been vaporized and the progressives will have a bigger share of the vote for generations. The only conservatives left will be easily recognizable because most conservative men have blond wives… No shit, think about it... But you may say that the Democrat District Attorney of our County has a blond wife, but consider this, he is pro death penalty, he's against medical marijuana dispensaries, he is good friends with Lars Larson and was even married on Lars's boat... Now how can you do any of that and still call yourself a Democrat? One simply cannot.
Another benefit will be the increase in tourism. Nothing says tourist dollars like a good disaster. What is one of the biggest draws to Clatsop County right now? That’s right; the ship wrecked Peter Iredale, a historic disaster. What about New York…Ground Zero. Tourists love disasters and the LNG crater would be an economic boom (pun intended) to our area for generations.
So all you progressives out there, you should learn to embrace the eventual coming of LNG. If you presently live in the blast zone, now would be a good time to market your home to a conservative. Just post your listing on every church bulletin board in Warrenton and Hammond and you'll get that place sold for sure. Remember, net floats hanging on your fence is a real draw.
Friday, March 07, 2014
Dennis Richardson is a Douche Bag
Dennis Richardson is an asshole and a Douche bag... Driving back home from Portland on 26 tonight I saw that there was at least one of those political signs for his bid for governor every mile and some even closer than a mile. This was from Hillsboro all the way to Cannon Beach Junction. At least 70 or 80 signs in total which are destined to become more land fill; that is if his supporters ever go back to reclaim them from littering one of the most beautiful roads in Oregon. Richardson, your campaign has more money that the organizers have brains. I hope he doesn't even make it past the primary...Douche... I mean really, when has a political lawn sign ever convinced people to vote for any particular candidate. I know the more signs I see the less likely I will for the candidate...even if I liked them in the beginning.
Wednesday, January 01, 2014
Death Pool 2014
So how did I do on on last years death pool? Better than most years... I got Margaret Thatcher, Hugo Chavez and Nelson Mandela
Here is my 9th annual list for 2014:
David Peel (If you don't know he is you weren't a Hippy)
Zsa Zsa Gabor
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
After I finished the garage roof I had another project to start; the kitchen remodel. I've learned to be suspicious when a task looks simple. The task was to remove the old cabinets and drop the ceiling to 93 inches and lay down a new floor.
We have been living without a kitchen for well over six-weeks now because it got complicated. Taking out the old ceiling I found buried electrical junction boxes that couldn't be covered up and all the wiring was 14-2, so I ripped out the walls to replace all the wiring with 12-2 and added more receptacles and some for the under-counter lighting. The problem with taking out the walls was I found two layers of sheetrock covering shiplap.
Like the garage roof joists, the wall joists were varied in spacing from 12 inches to 26 inches apart so the room needed to be reframed. The former sink had feed pipes and drain running through the floor so that needed to be rerouted through the walls.
During the reconstruction we used a folding table as our food prep area with a microwave and a toaster oven on it. I put the sink from the laundry room in the kitchen so we’d have a sink. I must say that I really missed having a dish washer.
Finally after several weeks of a big mess in progress it got even messier with the dry wall and mud and sanding, but I finally finished painting and laying the new floor on Sunday. The cabinets were installed on Monday and Tuesday. I was able to install the dish washer a few hours after the installation was done. Tonight I will install the water line to the ice maker in the fridge. After that I will install the under-counter lights and the above stove microwave and then the new light fixtures.
The counter will be installed on the 31st and then I’ll move onto the next project.
It’s a good feeling knowing that civilization is returning to the house, one day and one piece at a time. By the way, the photo above is what our recycled glass counter top will look like.
Thursday, October 03, 2013
The BMW That Broke My Heart
It was a nice car. It was a 528i that was intended to be my wife’s car, but she just couldn’t love it so it fell upon me to host this machine. Sure it had quirks that I fixed as soon as they popped up, but one day it started to over-heat. I did something counter intuitive to get it to cool down. I raced the engine and the temperature came down.
Eventually a pattern developed where the temp would inch up and just before the red-line was reached the temp would go down. There was air in the coolant line. Now with BMWs you don’t just pour coolant into the reservoir. You have to jack up the front end and bleed the air out of the system as you add coolant. I would do this and all would be good for a couple of days and then it would happen again.
I replaced every hose, the radiator, the thermostat, the heater core, the fan clutch and then it still overheated. I replaced the head gasket. And it overheated again.
The only thing I could figure that there was a crack in the block, probably in a cylinder since coolant never leaked out; air just got in and the only place it could get in with more pressure than the coolant was through the cylinder.
I was going to replace the engine, but then the transmission light came on. So here I was, stuck with this lemon. It was great to drive when it was drivable, but it was so unreliable and expensive to constantly have it in the shop. We decided to trade it in. Fortunately it was drivable to a dealership. I made a full disclosure of all the problems with it, but they wanted it anyway and gave us 1/10 of what we had into it. That was worth it, just to get it out of my life for good.
We replaced the BMW with a Mini Cooper, which is ironically made by BMW.
Wednesday, October 02, 2013
Yeah, I'm Still Here
Just too busy and uninspired to write, but here’s the beginning of the run-down since my last post.
The heat stroke I suffered had residual effects for weeks. I was only able to put in a few hours a day working around the house. My task was to remove the roof over my garage. That garage roof leaked since I purchased the house. It has a flat roof with a very slight pitch. Years ago I tried fixing it with several layers of fibered roof coating, but that didn't work. Then I tried a corrugated metal roof and that didn't work either. Finally I ripped it all off to the rafters and put down new sheathing.
Funny thing is that the original builders, who I believe also built the garage/ now rest rooms at the Astoria column because the buildings are identical…anyway the builders gestimated their distances. Some joists were 16 inches apart, some were 20, 17, 26, 15 inches apart. This means every sheet of ply wood had to be cut. It was a mess.
We hired professional roofers to do the garage roof and to put a metal roof on the house. I was tired of the constant wind damage. Comp roofing just can’t stand up to the winds we now get since the area was clear cut. Hiring a local roofer was a bit of an ordeal. I called several local roofers for estimates. Talked to many of them and they never showed up to give me an estimate. I asked “g” and he suggested a semi-local company and they actually came out and put in a bid. Just to keep it all on the up and up I also called a roofer from Portland who did a metal roof for my father-in-law. They came in with a bid that was 2/3 the price of the quasi local company and they threw in new gutters and leaders. This crew was great, they kept things neat and clean and replaced some rotten 5/4 tongue and groove wood that is our living room ceiling. They put new insulation foam panels above that so our living room now has an r-factor. They reflashed everything including the five skylights and kept me posted on everything as they went along.
It will be nice to never have to go on a roof again. With a 40 year guarantee this roof will out-live me. More on the other projects soon…
Monday, July 15, 2013
I thought I could handle the heat yesterday, but I was wrong. It wasn't that hot, probably 80 degrees or below. There was a nice breeze. I was building an arbour which took some digging and wood to be screwed together. I was pacing myself. I had a large mug of ice water that I tapped pretty often. I took frequent breaks in the shade. I was doing everything right, but after I finished building what I could in a day I took one more break in the shade before putting my tools away at around 4PM. I started to sense some indigestion and suddenly all the water I consumed through out the day came rumbling up and was expelled across the lawn. At that point I moved up to the porch where there is always a breeze and I was cooling off pretty well, but my wife came home and saw how pale I looked and told me I needed to lay down with ice packs to which I complied. I stayed in bed motionless for two hours and when I was able to get up again I felt like I had a serious ass-whipping. I rested the rest of the evening and I still feel drained today. I'm drinking Gatorade hoping to restore the electrolytes.
I think back to the days I would ride my bicycle 30 miles on hot/humid days. I recall working on a farm in 1969, the summer of Woodstock, which was hot and humid every day. I just can't do what I used to. I accept that and I'll take on outdoor projects in the early morning and stop when starts getting warm while keeping in mind that the gloom will return one day.
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Itching For A Fight
I was surprised when Blue Mamba told me about her fighting history. When growing up she always felt sorry for the underdog regardless of what position the underdog was fighting for. If there was an underdog in a fight she'd jump right into the brawl to help out. She just loved the excitement. Mostly she loves fighting.
If you could see her now she appears as a stylish professional adult of means and would never suspect there is a savage heart beneath with a fight clock ticking and purring inside her. The alarm is always set on her fight clock.
We recently went out for a farewell dinner in Astoria. Yes, Blue Mamba, the focus of many posts here over the years, is sadly moving away. Any way, behind where I was seated a family of three came in. The adult male was acting badly and suddenly Blue Mamba's eyes widened and a glint of a smile came to her face. Her claws were coming out. She was on the edge of involvement, but fortunately the woman at the table apologise to the waiter that her husband was bi-polar and they would be leaving. Through the rest of our time there Blue Mamba kept revisiting what had happened at that table, which I couldn't see. I could see she was disappointed that the opportunity to rise up and put up a fight for the underdog mother and son never got to the point where it would have been considered feasible and justifiable. It almost got to that point, but not quite.
I'm sure Blue Mamba went home and dreamed of battle that night. She is a warrior.
Friday, June 14, 2013
The Push For Lager
In the spirit of full disclosure I am not a big drinker. I probably have maybe two beers a year which I don't usually finish. There is something good about the first two sips of a crisp cold beer on a hot summer day, but I usually lose interest by the third sip. Yet there are people out there that guzzle it down as though it was life sustaining oxygen.
I write this for two reasons. One being I haven't posted in a while and I an starting to get hate mail from people who can no longer stand looking at the photo of my last post. The other reason is a perfect, humorous phrase that came my way that kept me laughing for a day.
Blue Mamba and I were talking about a new brew-pub that is going to grace Astoria. I think there are three of them presently and with a new one in the works I wondered just when is the market over saturated. Blue Mamba told me that this brew-pub is going to specialize in brewing lager which supposedly is not being brewed by any of the competitors. Then she said the phrase that struck me as the funniest phrase that my ears have enjoyed in quite some time.
She said, "Apparently lager needs to be made here..."