A blog dedicated first to the SR71 trapfoiler, then the R1 moth concept.... and now the Group B Intergalactic Flying Boat
Saturday, February 29, 2020
Hey hey hey....
Awe man.... ððððð my SA account is turned off... so bummed. And my Instagram doesn’t unlock till tomorrow. I guess I should start a new Design.net account... cause I can’t remember what Email I used....
https://youtu.be/Y4HQdiBqdbE
https://youtu.be/Y4HQdiBqdbE
Thursday, February 27, 2020
Wednesday, February 26, 2020
Hmmmm
Let’s see. I got divorced... taken to the cleaners, chopped up my boat stuff, threw it in a huge dumpster, fell into my other love (Jungian Psychology). Grew a ton of weed (legally), got set up by the police, lost my license, got to spend some time on probation, what money I didn’t lose in the divorce went to fines, my dog died, my kids grew up, I dated some “fairly interesting” women... Got fucked on my taxes, credit went to shit, lost my job as a circuit designer, got ripped off by my employer, AVALON ACOUSTICS... was living in my car on and off for a couple years, I got robbed of most of my great possessions, (street trials bike, snowboard, tools, computer).... became a drunk for a while, suffered from some heavy depression, had to sell all my music gear, funded my own independent psychological field studies, learned everything anyone would want to know about Club Life, Sexual Marketplace, Psychosexual Pathologica, dark triad traits, specialized in Cluster B and Personality discord, and corruption, tons of corruption, went looking for some abducted people, was a club bouncer for a while, almost got killed by Cuban gangsters for looking into human trafficking, almost got my throat slit by a dirty policeman, wrote Jungs whole Cw out by hand, studied his book Mysterium until multiple copies got burned, thrown out car windows, or fell apart. Still do that sometimes. Also studied Adler, Freud, Peterson, Horney, Spielrien, Reich, Money, Moore, Hillman, Diamond, Nietzsche, Rumi, Shams, Hafiz, many others.... As any good Shadow worker does, I fell into a strange discord nightmare with the world... lived on coffee and Cigarettes.... almost lost my mind. Worried I wouldn’t make it back. Was a rally style delivery driver for a while.... went back to designing racecars for a bit... road street trials for a while, that was a blast, started having visions of sailboats and dancers and old mystics... started to be overtaken by the Foiling Virus again... got a job as a furniture mover, got into sailing shape, started to recover my mental state alla “Redbook;” a book I’ve never read and won’t ... well, someday. Some other things no one would believe... but ask my kids.... and here I am I guess... with nothing but a phone and a car.... but I’m feeling groovy and ready to go. I work on boats now mostly... so that’s nice... got called out of the blue to move to the keys.... so that’s that mostly... I’ve been writing and reading and drawing for weeks now.... I got to see some new moths and some Acats and I stalked American Magic for a day last month... boom.
Check Check.... is this thing on?
I’m not dead.... just a lot older... starting from scratch so could take a minute.... but I’m remembering stuff... and that’s kinda new. Long story.
Anyway.... haven’t signed into this thing in like a decade. They have stats now. Kinda cool.
Anyway.... haven’t signed into this thing in like a decade. They have stats now. Kinda cool.
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