The Ultimate Answer to Kings

Please change your links to joelsgulch.com , as we fulfill what I take to be Blogger's fondest wish and move away. There's still s...

...a five-year-old asks you to turn on a lamp, and you deliver the crated parts of a nuclear power plant on his lawn. Step One... Joelsgul...

My friend Ian of Forgotten Weapons is in the process of fulfilling a lifelong dream, the bastard. And he's started a new blog to docume...

All we have in politics today is a slave auction. The Democrats want me to slave for government for 150 days a year. The Republicans say tha...

We didn't quite finish yesterday, so it actually ended up going six days. We got some cracking, alas, but other than that the house lo...

Today's the last day of stuccoing. The Final Effort. The Big Push. The last gasp. I have no skin on the fingertips of my left hand, ...

Because... That's why. I like shorties. Last week Ian and I were out running some errands, and of course we were talking about gu...

Only six hours of stuccoing in the hot sun today, and we made serious progress. We have one day left, and it really looks like we'll be ...

That was the point of our objection. The "Show me your papers" Arizona decision is odious. Yes it is, but only because it discri...

We worked from seven to two, and we still didn't finish the rear wall of the Meadow house. Two days, 1.5 walls and most of the porch to ...

The part of a stucco (or any cement or concrete) job I enjoy most is cleaning up the tools afterward. Just saying. We started at seven sha...

Some weeks ago I lamented that I'd lost all but one of my good Wilson Combat 1911 magazines, along with my mag pouch. This morning I m...