This is the East Helena office, its okay if you are jealous


Cool signage:


Just cool:



Shirts I need:


Need to make some clocks but until then I will just stare at this one

EDIT:
LOOK!!! finished round things





thinking about conspiracies
finished reading



and much love to

The shack is my lovely work location for another month. The spider is our mascot, it hangs out in the door frame. The third pic is some demo going on next to the stacks.


I grew up in a small town that was
home to at one time the 5th largest
lead smelter in the world. The
smelter opened in 1888, my ancestors
were there. During its life of
operation, I have had family employed
there. It was a fixture in the
landscape that to the locals was just
simply there just like any mountain
or lake that surrounded the area.
It just had funny smells and made
some strange noises. It was thought
of as something that was always there
and something that would always be
there. In the old days when you
graduated high school (or not) you
knew that you could get a job there
and make some decent money. Later
the guarantee of a job wasn’t so
definite but it was still an option.
I worked there for a summer and a
Christmas break to get some money
for college. I was the sixth gener-
ation of my family to work there.
My dad started the day before he
graduated high school in 1965. He
worked there until it closed in 2001.
The reality of the entity that would
always be there suddenly not being
there anymore really shocked my dad
and I swear he aged 10 years those
last few months. He was a blacksmith
for most of the time he worked out
there. The last two years he drove
a loader around moving ore from place
to place. He took the loader job to
get out from under the thumb of the
guy that was in charge of “the shops”.
To make a long story short, this guy
put the squeeze on my dad to make
himself look better and nurse some
childhood grudges. He stressed my
dad out so much that he said hell
with it and transferred to another
end of the plant. When everyone else
was getting laid off this son of a
bitch got to keep his job and live
in a mansion for free. Yes a mansion.
Now the smelter is being demolished.
I work for the company that engineered
the demolition and is doing the over
sight of the demo. I get the privi-
lege to be out there logging all the
scrap that is getting buried in a cont-
ainment facility truck by truck. It is
so surreal to be out there watching
things fall down that “were always
going to be there”. I like the fact
that I get to put the place to rest when
my family was part of building it and
operating it over the years. The best
part about it is learning that that son
of a bitch that hassled my dad so much
is getting laid off next month. I get
to be out there every day and get to see
that guy stress out about losing his job
and probably getting booted out of the
mansion.
I am a huge fan of poetic justice. The
only thing that would make it better is
if he got busted for steeling something
from there as well.

20,000 page views!
Thank you, thankyouverymuch!

Big winner!!!

Is the recipient of a nifty new soap dish. And in doing so gave me the power to stalk her She is a very accommodating stalking victim with the freshest smelling laundry, beautiful backyard and pool but best of all she makes some mean lemonade.


I need to go and see what she put in her trash
Thanks for kicking me over 20,000 page views!

Its hot out. I'm sweaty. I've been doing a lot of yard work. I feel dirty.

In celebration of my grime and gunge _{and funk}, I thought I would feature some squeaky clean pin-ups.





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daydreaming about being a
understanding
waiting for

The lucky Deviant that hits my 20,000th page view and shows me a screen capture of it gets a soap dish.

_{Lucky Deviant will have to fork over their address and risk giving me the ability to stalk them fore ever and ever...or until you move}


It took me forever to get 500 page views so the concept that I am approaching 20,000 has floored me. And I thank and appreciate all 19,999 of you but there is no way I am making that many soap dishes.






Its hot out. I'm sweaty. I've been doing a lot of yard work. I feel dirty.

In celebration of my grime and gunge _{and funk}, I thought I would feature some squeaky clean pin-ups.





thinking about conspiracies
waiting for someone to
understanding