A ride in the Goldfied Mountains

Yesterday The Commander took off for a hike in the Superstition Mountains with our Canadian friends.  Old Lord Kadizzle unlocked the gate to the special road reserved for off road vehicles and drove into the Goldfield mountains.  The Tonto National Forest has a nice set up.  You can get a free pass that allows you to use the roads.  Since the access is controlled it keeps the gun dingers down that like to go into the wilderness and shoot old televisions and propane tanks. The area is very pristine.   Try as he might to be very careful and courteous around the horses using the road Kadizzle had a fau pau.  One section of the road crosses a dry stream bed full of gravel.  To cross takes a downshift and some power on the cycle.  Normally you can see the horses ahead on the road and shut off the engine, or move by very quietly,  but as luck would have it horse back riders were coming down the was just as Kadizzled gunned the engine to cross.   It spooked the horses and Kadizzle felt bad about it.

Car bums

All bums are not created equal.  Some are not really bums in the traditional sense.  As the Kadizzlites move about in the Earth Module one could even say we are bums of a different sort.

At our current location a series of bums have come and gone.  Car bums live primarily in their car.  The first car bum lived in an entirely unsuitable car for being a car bum. It was an old sports car of sorts.  Mr. Bumly had to take everything out of the car to find a place to sleep.  Another transient had a very small pickup with a homemade camper on the back.  His camper had a unique little pop up roof. This bum could pop his head out of the top of his camper like a prairie dog and look around.

Last night a heavily laden old VW bug came in with a younger couple.  They may just be traveling across country, and do not fit the bum profile well.  However, they set up their tent under the shelter and spent the night.

Living in a  neighborhood where everyone has wheels results in a lot more observation of your neighbors than normal. It is not unusual to wake up and find you lost neighbors, or gained some.  The Sheriff comes by every day, and is making his rounds right now.  Where else does the Sheriff drop off fresh grapefruit and oranges?

Water torture

It is not supposed to rain in the desert, but here we sit on about day four of on and off rain.  The Commander treats any minor leak in our camper like a rattlesnake is lose.  In the middle of the night Kadizzle woke up and heard a single drip of water that sounded like a large drip, drip, drip.  The drip was very rhythmic.

Kadizzle did not want to wake the commander because he knew she would shoot out of bed like the camper was on fire.  The Kadizzle tried to figure out where the leak was coming from.  It sounded like it was hitting a hard surface.  Soon the leak quit.  Then the revelation struck.  The sound was actually an entirely new snore invented by The Commander.  Somehow on inhaling and exhaling she was able to make this little clap sound that sounded like a drip.  Avoinding the middle of the night leak fire drill was good news.

Why is the FBI doing survallaince on Kadizzle?

After the Earth Module pulled into  Cottonwood and we got settled the crew went to my sisters house and logged into their internet.  As the choices came up for selecting a wifi network Kadizzle noticed one choice was "Blue FBI surveillance Van 2".  The immediate reaction was that the brother in law was just pulling a joke since he has a blue van.  Brother in law said he knew nothing about it and seemed to be telling the truth.

Kadizzle's reaction was that this was just a joke someone was pulling, and the FBI would surely be smarter than to identify their network.  Now, for the strange part.  The Earth Module pulled up roots in Cottonwood and moved to a campground on the Salt River.  Again Kadizzle set up the wifi, and lo and behold there it was again.  This time the wifi network was just identified as "FBI surveillance".  Unless they are hiding in the woods,  it has to be a guy in a blue truck close to us.  There is no one else close enough.   If it stops raining and Kadizzle sees the guy he will ask him what he calls his network.  There is one other possibility.  This is a common joke people pull.  If anyone has seen this please let Kadizzle know.   Kadizzle will do a search and see if this is an urban legend sort of joke.

As suspected,  this is a common gag.  The strange thing is running into two places so quickly with the same sort of joker.  The old guy in the blue truck does not seem like the sort to even have wifi, more or less name his network something goofy, but Kadizzle will have to investigate and find our.  Now, Kadizzle has the brilliant idea to name our network  KGB, this should bring em in. 

High Tech at the long drop, or The Morning Shot

First, what is a long drop. For those who do not know a long drop is the hole the servants dig when South Africans go camping.  The hole serves as a toilet.  Once I met a South African and somehow this came up in the conversation.  He was explaining how they camped.

Sitting in Usery Park north of Mesa the normal procedure is a trip to the long drop in the morning to fire the cannon.  As Lord Kadizzle prepared to go to the long drop it occurred to him he would need the traditional reading material.  In the past people simply read the Sears Catalog.  Of course this evolved over the decades to reading the newspaper or a magazine.  At any rate people now get a major portion of their education sitting on the long drop.

Suddenly it struck Kadizzle,  why not take the electronic tablet to the long drop.  So this morning Kadizzle had WiFi at the long drop.  High Tech now makes it possible to find out what is happening in  BF Eygpt while firing the cannon at the long drop. We have come a long way from picking out what we want for Christmas in the Sears wish book to firing off an email while we fire the cannon.

The evening shot

As Lord Kadizzle wandered to the rest room to take an evening rest the gun fire from the gun range across the way could be heard on the warm Arizona evening.  At 8 P.M. Kadizzle was counting about three shots per second.  In his head he figured you cannot fire a modern bullet for less than 50 cents.  So that means the gun dingers are spending about $1.50 per second for ammo.  Let's be conservative and just say they are shooting up $1.00 per second in ammo.  Now these gun dingers are shooting all day or for at least ten hours. Do the math.  60 X 60 means they are shooting 3600 dollars worth of ammo per hour.  Multiply that by ten and you have $36,000.  This is remarkable.  However, they are protecting us from our own government that cannot wait to come take our guns away. Knowing these brave men are ready to defend our second amendment rights is what keeps us free. God bless them for the money they spend to protect us.

Spoke to a rare Yinsar tribesman

The other day Lord Kadizzle had occasion to talk with someone on the phone from the Pittsburgh area.  Kadizzle had no idea that is where the man was from.  Kadizzle enjoys accents and studying them on an amateur basis.

After speaking to the man for awhile Kadizzle asked him where he was from.  The man gave several places.  Kadizzle remarked to the man that he had a strange accent.  The man said I am a Yinser.  Very few people would know what a Yinser is, but Kadizzle knew.  Yinser's are only found around Pittsburgh.  In fact Yinser's only exist in a small area east of Pittsburgh.

Now what in the hell is a Yinser?  A Yinser would say to you if you were walking down the street " Where are  yins going, or they might say what are yins doing.  Curious, Kadizzle  asked the Yinser if he knew where Yinser's came from.  All he said was that they originally came from Canada.

Years ago Kadizzle worked with a Yinser at the Glenharold Mine in Stanton, North Dakota.  It has been a long time since Kadizzle has heard the rare Yinser.

One strange quality Yinser's have is politeness.  It had never occurred to Kadizzle about this aspect of Yinser's until the conversation a couple of days ago.  During the conversation Kadizzle mentioned to the guy that Yinser's were always very polite.  The Yinser gave a good explanation.  The Yinser explained that where Yinser's were common the people were very intolerant.  You could very easily get the hell beat out of you by being disrespectful or rude.  The net result was Yinser's grew up with good manners.

Sleeping Invention

Falling asleep is not always easy, so one technique old Lord Kadizzle uses is to distract himself by trying to invent something.  Last night Kadizzle lay awake and decided to invent some kind of powered shoe. One of the things he realized was it would need to have a tripod as a basis.  Kadizzle envisioned some kind of support going up to the waist.

As planned this exercise put old Kadizzle to sleep.  To Kadizzle's amazement he woke up and his invention was complete.  Surfing the web it turned out someone had already beat him to it and did a pretty damn good job of it.

 http://www.cnn.com/2013/01/09/tech/gallery/ces-gadgets/index.html?hpt=hp_bn5

No Chioce, you must watch this if you want to see the future

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ErEBkj_3PY&feature=share&list=PL70DEC2B0568B5469

Click on the video above.  The implications of the technology you see are mind boggling.  There is tremendous potential for good, but also keep in mind the flying robots you will watch will have the ability to hunt you down and kill you with no problem.

On the Road Again

The Kadizzlites have hit the road.  After healing sufficiently from prostate surgery Lord Kadizzle is now ready to head south.  We will be holed up in Denver for about a week taking care of our daughter after her knee surgery.  Medical problems were the theme of 2012, hope this does not continue into 2013.  So far in the last twelve months the Kadizzle family has had three surgeries, and one four day hospital stay.

Global warming has been great for winter traveling.  However, as usual the wind on the way to Denver was blowing at 50mph. 

As we wait for Erin to heal Lord Kadizzle will be doing a lot of sitting around, so expect him to shoot his mouth off a lot.

Evolution is out of hand

The Commander and Lord Kadizzle have been skunked for about three days in a row hunting pheasants.  In areas where we have seen hundreds there are none.  Then one day you go back and they are there again. It would seem to most people that our problem is they just moved.  Not so,  we searched everywhere they could have move.  In the winter the pheasants must hide in the brush.  In the snow they are easy to spot. 

This is where evolution comes in.  Pheasants have figured out how to become invisible.  Now, if someone told you dinosaurs could fly you would look at them like they are nuts.  The idea seems insane, but the reality is birds evolved from dinosaurs.  Dinosaurs realized the advantage of being able to fly.  Certainly with people chasing them around with guns they have figured out the advantage of being invisible.  Fortunately the pheasants are still working the bugs out of it.  To find each other they have to be visible.  The only logical conclusion is they are not invisible all the time.  Once they get the bugs worked out we either have to figure out a new way to find them or give up.

Lord Kadizzle is Born Again (With no better results)

This morning old Kadizzle took his shower.  While drying off he looked in the mirror at his sorry ass body.  There was the usual sunken belly button, but below it was another belly button. How could this be? It could be from the surgery he just had, but there is another explanation, perhaps Kadizzle was born again.  It had never occurred to the old goat that if you were born again you would by necessity have a second belly button. Well there it is.

As his old self he must have died November 28, 2012.  Certainly when the doctor delivered the born again Kadizzle that day he was a different man and had a couple things in common with a new born.  Needing to be potty trained all over was a sure symptom of rebirth.  Other functions would also have to be learned as they were in the first life.

As a born again you do see life differently.  The first life was 63 years long.  More than likely the second life will be a lot shorter.  Since the second life will be shorter it seems like more thought should go into it. Perhaps one should try to enjoy things more, be kinder, more forgiving, and so on.  Kadizzle ate too much in his first life, it will be another challenge in his second life.  In fact the second life seems to be very similar to the first one.  Kadizzle has met a lot of born again's in his life.  How many times can you be born?  The concept is not bad, but the fact that each life usually gets shorter does not seem fair.  If old Kadizzle was born again and now was say twelve, things could sure be different.  If Kadizzle knew the perils of being lazy at twelve things would be different now.

Well, it is 2013, and time to get going on this second life.