Oh Dear….
You know, I have SUCH grandiose plans… but they tend to gang aglay like a drunk orange cat in a Youtube short.
Yeah.
I think I have hinted around concerning my ever-entertaining mental health puzzles. Nothing is ever clear or easy. I went to the Department of Veterans Affairs and threw myself on their tender mercies and said, oh lord, I know I am not worthy, but I am broken and if you can heal me then I will be eternally grateful and will sing your praises in perpetuity.
Unfortunately, Catch-22 is still in effect within any U.S. Department of Defense activity and this extends to the VA hospitals as well. If you think you are crazy, you aren’t. Only those wily individuals who violently resist being called “mentally ill” are, in fact, mentally ill. If you show up, looking chipper, and tell them that you’re nuts, then they’ll give you some salt tablets and a pat on the back.
But recently, due to my nearly constant viewing of my Youtube friends, I have discovered that the world is now full of people who are remarkably like me. They are called “autistic” people and they are faking something called autism.
Who knew?
This is much better than the demonic torment that I had previously suspected. Blue Cross and Blue Shield will cover an ASD assessment (what’s with the “a” word? Asperger’s and now “ass-essment….”). What is this. WHAT?
Blue Cross and Blue Shield are ambivalent on the exorcism thing.
So I’ve been a bit distracted lately. I’m making new videos. I have one on the stove right now. I’m learning more and more about this “editing” thing and I’m pretty happy about how things are going.
But this blog is being neglected. This is really all my fault. But I came THIS CLOSE to shutting down the blog this year, because I want to MOVE THIS ACTIVITY to Patreon. I admit that I have been a lazy b*tch when it comes to Patreon. Mea Culpa. Many times. I am guilty. But trying to do better. I remember one of my many crazy friends telling me the joke, over and over, “I’m trying!” I said, “You certainly are!”
A mind worm for your end of the world celebrations.
May all your eclipses be total, and may all your heifers be red.
Yeah well nuts is it?? Hah most of us are.
I also go to VA, have been around mental health care, had one good mindfulness course.
Years later talked to a VA nurse who had been trained and experienced with sick minds, gave me the best advice ever on meds in ten minutes.
Besides you’re too smart to really be crazee. No worries mate.
Anyhow I’ve been working on the wierdest kit ever, an ancient Airfix Spit Mk.I Kit # 9 61071, probly from the 70’s? ‘A Snap ‘n’ Glue Consruction Kit.’ Well one should never apply glue to it or paint. It resists those with great cunning. It snapped together just fine, I was pleased. Then unsnapped it and tried glue…. it will not fit, or succumb to any type of glue, until several applications of regular cement and Cyano’s have been applied and haggled. After which it warped slightly. I also made the mistake of improving the cockpit area which required major surgery that did not go well. I eventually got it to stay glued and tried painting it.
The plastic is very soft almost like hard soap, and must’ve been formulated to snap fit parts, which it did. I am working with Revell Aqua which departed like water off an oily duck. I think that’s the issue, the material is oily formulated to snap without breaking and conform to positioning points that force it to stay shut. So I finally got Aqua to stick after several coats and sandings. Most of the actually nice surface detail is long gone. So now I’m working on the upper surface camo colors, have sanded it to a 2000 grit surface, then polished to near original gloss with Kimwipes. That’s what the Aqua seems to prefer, plus I think this has got to a non oily surface. And now I know why the decals were stick-ons, not waterslide.
Oh yeah, you are a good teacher.
Thanks! I’m feeling somewhat better… I have a plan to put “behind the scenes” videos of me babbling away like an autistic old man on Patreon while trying to leave the Youtube videos as they are — whatever that is.
As far as assembling ye olde Airfix kittes is concerned, I found a really neat ad in an old British magazine for a product that only an Englishman could love — a “welder” for plastic kits. I kid you not. It used heat to melt the part together. I know this sounds insane (it was). I’ll have to find that magazine…
…so much to do.
Dear God the Brits can be very weird.
The only thing saving me is that I promised myself this kit was only a learning experience.
Well it Dang sure has been that. I will finish down to the last tiny homemade detail, of which I can take some pride in.
Anyhow I’m trying to stay loose and listen better when my Dog Riley sends me blue tooth msgs about being a better person.