Friday, October 09, 2009

Wacky Survivalist: Cheap Bastard Laundry Detergent

What you need:
2 gallons of warm water, 10 cups in a pot, the rest in a bucket.
Fels Naptha Laundry Bar Soap
Arm & Hammer Washing Soda (NOT baking soda)
20 Mule Team Borax



Take a large stockpot and bring 10 cups of water to a gentle boil.
While that's working up a boil, finely grate half a bar of Fels-Naptha.




Into your gently boiling water mix in the Fels-naptha and melt it into the water while stirring.







After the fels-naptha has melted into the water stir in 1 cup of Borax and 1 cup of arm and hammer washing soda stirring until all has dissolved.



Let water cool down for a few minutes and then pour into 2 gallon bucket and dilute with warm water.




It should gel up a bit. If it doesn't, you can still use it. It may also end up looking more like egg drop soup. If this happens you can still use it or if it gels up too much in clumps place bucket in to hot water (make sure not to let the water get into the bucket) and let warm back up and stir thoroughly.

To use: put 1/4 cup into washer and wash clothes as normal. You can add essential oils to perfume laundry soap.

The Fels-Naptha is $1.30/bar. 20 Mule Team Borax is two bucks and change at the local discount drug store. The washing soda I had to order on the internet. It was a little less than $5 for the box. I don't know how many cups of the powdered material are in each box, but it seems to me you get a LOT of soap for your money doing it yourself.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Important Cash for Clunkers news

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

Worthy of Support

Watch this great video


Then send a couple bucks


It's a good thing.

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Justice and Mercy

This one has been done before, hasn't it?

Consider this modern proverb: Patience is an attribute I loathe in the driver ahead of me, but cherish in the driver behind me.

I demand Justice! Well, to be clear, I demand justice for YOU! Cold, calculated justice because YOU need to learn a lesson!

Me? I desire mercy for myself. I assure you that I have learned my lesson. Never mind that a very short span of time from now, like a dog returning to his vomit, I will return to my sin.

I want to judge you. I want to measure you. I want to keep score. I want to point out your flaws and shortcomings. I want to list all the wrongs you have done. Oh yeah, I want to keep that list, too.

But me? Hey, I said I'm sorry. Let's move on.

You said you were sorry too, but I need to see that you mean it. I need you to prove it. But you can take me at my word. I deserve mercy.

You say "Be merciful, just as your Father in Heaven is merciful." I'm not God! I'm not a perfect man! I can't.

You say "forgive them 70 times 7 times when they say they are sorry." Well I assure you, this is the 71st times 7 and I've tried but there are limits.

You say "remove the log from my own eye before I worry about the spec in others' eyes." Come on. There's nothing wrong with my sight.

My heart is covered with the black mold-spores of sin. Everything is upside down and inside out. What I should apply to myself, I apply to you, and what I should give you, I want for myself. I should curb my own tongue, but instead, I want to cut yours out. I am not a perfect man, but I demand perfection from you. I should mortify myself with discipline and self control, but I really want to flog you for every misstep. I should speak firmly and honestly about my own wrongs and gently with humility about others, but I'm all meek about myself and shout with disgust about you.

And I LOVE it.

This is me. This is all of us.

Oh Lord, if You kept records of wrongs, as we do, who could stand? What is man that you are mindful of him?

Why, when Your commands are clear, when we smash them to bits every moment, when we try to push You off Your rightful throne and declare ourselves gods, why since we deserve swift and terrible punishment, do you not destroy us all?

Why, dear Jesus, did you come here? Why did You touch our shit-stained, stinking, filthy humanity and dirty yourself? WHY DID YOU TAKE MY PLACE? WHY DID YOU SUFFER WHAT I CAN'T EVEN COMPREHEND?

Why, Holy Spirit, do you come to me? Why do you continue to work so hard when at every turn I try to undo it?

Thank You, Dear God, that You do. Thank you for Your mercy to me. Please, make me merciful.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Platitudes and Reality

Recently sin, judging others, and dishonesty about our condition have gotten me down. Writing is theraputic, so I wrote. Now I post it. So sorry for you. If you decide to continue, you're not going to read something happy. Just so you know.

We talk about “missions” or outreach to the less fortunate, or preaching the Gospel to all nations. When was the last time a smelly, mentally unstable stranger wandered in to your church and sat down? Did you sit with them? Anybody help them find their way through the hymnal (if they could read)? When was the last time you made one of these a member of your congregation? It’s comfortable to sit in a suburban church somewhere and get high on this or that “mission” activity. Have you ever gotten the stink on you?

No, not everyone is called to go face to face with the dregs of society, and I don’t think everyone should. It just seems to me that you ought to leave alone the folks who do, as long as they are preaching the Law and the Gospel divided, and administering the Sacraments rightly.

We talk about “sin” from a distance. We all say “of course I am simultaneously saint and sinner.” it works as convenient lip service. It lets us admit a technicality. When was the last time you went face to face with the evil blackness of the heart of man? When did you realize “That is me. That is all of us.” I’m not talking about speeding or taking a pen from the office. I’m talking about bloody murder of people through anger, whoring our bodies through adultery, worshipping the god of our flesh and it’s filthy desires. Do you yell at your family? Do you call your brother a fool? In the sight of God you have murdered them. Blood is on your hands. Do you look with longing at attractive people. Do you maybe even look at porn in what you think is the private moments of your days? God sees your filthy harem and the disgusting acts you do with them. In these moments you have turned your back on God. You have said to Him and to yourself “I am the master of my destiny! I AM god!! I will do what I desire, regardless of what I know, what God has told me, what His commandments say.”

That is me. That is all of us. Sin, evil, rot, filth, murder, adultery. Every inclination of man’s heart is evil, true evil. We are not sin, but we are rotted through with the decay of it. Cancer takes the body and feeds on it. It causes pain and rot as it grows and it steals our loved ones away with suffering and death. This is sin. This is mine. This is all of ours.

Have you seen sin? This real sin? It is in me. It is in all of us. Have you ever needed to steel yourself to the idea that you may have to kill a person because of sin? That there may be a time when you find a madman in your midst, bent on death and destruction? Do you ever imagine that you may be the only thing between this madness and destruction of life? Many people could never imagine it. Columbine happened. Elsewhere thugs shout praises to their devil-god as they cut the heads off Nick Berg and Daniel Perl, their helpless kidnapped victims in a bloody sacrament. These things happen. This madness is present. Have you realized that you are not beyond the grasp of that same madness? It is in me. It is in all of us.

We are sick, all of us. We need to repent. We need to face the stench of our lives and our lusts and confess that they are evil. We need to stop hiding in a crowd, and face facts. We need to go individually to our pastor, our father-confessor and admit that we are dirty, rotten, drunken, murdering, sexually deviant, thieving madmen.

Think about that. Don’t think about it too long. It will drive you crazy. But don’t ignore it either. Regard your condition honestly. Maybe the realization of who we really are, and what God has done for us would spark renewed fear of God, and reverence and honor in our worship services. Maybe it would stop us from judging those who cross themselves, bow, genuflect, kneel or prostrate themselves as some kind of romanizing pietistic wierdos. Maybe it would help us get the log out of our eye and not worry so much about the spec in our brothers' eye. Maybe it would deepen our appreciation for the holy innocent bitter suffering and death of His beloved Son, Jesus Christ, and the forgiveness that is ours through that suffering and death. Jesus didn’t die because we merely make mistakes. He died because we are corrupt and evil. Thank God that He did.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

I'm a Pro

A certified Pro that is. Specifically, a "Microsoft Certified Professional." It's sort of an interim title to use while pursuing higher levels of certification, and it means I've taken and passed a test in one of the server tracks, but not yet enough tests to be called a Systems Administrator or Engineer, etc.



These are kind of legacy certs for the server 2003 environment. MS is in the process of moving things to "Certified IT Professional:" with various specializations.

I passed 70-290, Managing and Maintaining a Server 2003 Environment on Tuesday with a score of 868. 700 is required to pass, 1000 is perfect.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

American Capitalism Gone with a Whimper

I found this interesting.

It must be said, that like the breaking of a great dam, the American decent into Marxism is happening with breath taking speed, against the back drop of a passive, hapless sheeple, excuse me dear reader, I meant people.