Demons From My Past

 I have been assaulted by some demons from my past. I was asked to join facebook and join some grouping of evil people.

 I have lost touch with many of them because we have nothing in common.

 I feel this is the natural progression of unhealthy relationships and poorly managed healthy ones. I have been a poor friend to many and a bad enemy to even more.

 I moved away. I have a family. This family means more to me than anything else. I will protect this family and I eat anything that threatens this family. Yes I said eat!

Working Out and HR

So I am working out last night and here is the thing. During the day I do reliability testing that means I break shit expensive shit. You do not know how reliable something is until you force a failure and study the failure.
I am 235 and 42 years old.
I'm on the elliptical and I do not believe in doing things half ass.
I have the iPOD cranking out the tunes and I am on my second resistance 8 cycles
The guy next to me was just sort of moving at a slow pace. I on the other hand do not believe that
My pace should drop below 160 strides per minute. Ever!
Well he must have looked over and saw my HR at 185 cause he left and shortly an attendant came over to get my attention.
I slowed and asked hats up?
She said that she was concerned about my pace and my health.
I told that the pace she is concerned about is broken because she was interrupting me.
I told to get on the machine next to me and watch something.
She did and I cranked Ace of spades back to the beginning of the track and started my pace.
I grabbed the HR monitor and the machine calculated 174 I looked at her and she shook her head.
I winked and blew some sweat from my eye lid and began to concentrate on the HR monitor and the number began to drop
I got the number to hover at 160 and I pointed at my pace (168) which never slowed.
Then I blew on my eye again and concentrated and the monitored dropped to 157 and stayed there until the resistance dropped to 2.
My pace picked back up to 210 and my HR jumped to 163 and hovered I looked at the fresh young attendant and smiled she left and the guy.
Got back on the machine next to me.
I looked at him he looked at me we made eye contact and I mouthed "PUSSY" to him as ACDC Thunder struck started.
Black Flag White minority kicked in at the time Resistance changed to 8 and I went into full bore 174 strides and my heart jumped to 170.
I began deep breathing and concentration and the heart slowed and my pace stayed I caught the fucker looking again and I said under my breath that he should no breed because he is too stupid to pass any genes along. He said what and I laughed and leaned forward.
3 miles in 35 minutes. Not bad for an old fucking fart like me???
I am trying to find a way to post my play list from my iPOD.

Clan-[CWT] Chili Mead

Source: [CWT]Straydog



Grind 2 parts dried hot red NM chilis with 1 part honey in a food processor until pasty. This would also work well with 3 lb honey for a sweeter mead.

Ingredients: (1 gallon)

· 2 lb honey (I usually use "Wild Mountain" coz it's cheap)

· 8 oz Taos brand "chili honey"

· 1 t crushed dried habanero

· 1/2 t tannin powder

· 1/2 t champagne yeast

· 1 t yeast nutrient

Procedure:

Boil crushed red peppers in a cup of water and add to must. Pour into a gallon carboy, and add tannin and let cool, then add yeast and nutrient. Set airlock on it and let ferment until clear. You may want to rack it off the lees at least once during the ferment. Bottle and age as desired.

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