This will be kind of an open apology about there not being much of anything here.  I’ll must likely have this be my latest {and my last for a while!} post so it will be the first thing that most folks see when they come in. I probably should have kept this whole thing private until I learned what I was doing but then I am just a cherry boy so please forgive me if I get in your way. I really am not trying to get anyone hurt.

I’ve spent the last couple of months just reading and finding out what a blog is. I think I can now identify one from say a cat?? Hell, I just discovered that I have some comments that I didn’t even know were there. Will look at them in the next couple of day. I have to string a comm. wire to the house so I’m not just setting in the office waiting for the next tornado on the ground 18 miles away.

I’m still worried that Google is going to send their Google-mo-bile after me ’cause I may be too stupid to blog!

Anyway, please again, bear with me! This is a classic cause of “maybe I shouldn’t have played with the hardware until you knew what the kill radius was”.

Uncle Ricky

If you aren’t already freaked by the initial photo then you might be interested in this stupid Blog {?}. { I do apologize! I was in motel lighting under the influence of narcotics that the good Doctor had given me.} I will label this blog as “Adult” only because it contains the inner workings of Uncle Ricky’s mind and at times I have been known to act in a decidedly adult manner. At other times, not so much so! The postings here are mine. Not always correct, politically or otherwise and I will try to censor myself but occasionally some Marine Corps will slip through.

I guess that the first order of business is to kind of explain the OP {operating premise} of this blog.

The pic to the upper left is Uncle Ricky in rather bad lighting on my last trip to town! As to the Hacking Uncle Ricky title, I like to refer to myself as a hacker! Not so much because of my computer skills although a have a well rounded bag of tricks in that area but because of an innate desire to take things apart to see what makes them work. I fondly remember taking toys, electronic devices and maybe a bug or two apart to find out what made them tick. {Oh yea! There was also a rabbit but that’s a whole ‘nother story.} Nothing gave me greater joy when faced with a adult saying, “Oh, that’s broken. Throw it away.” and then to be able to disassemble it and then by tweaking or soldering something come up with a semi working object. Not to mention even when the operation failed and ended up resulting in some working object that was no longer operating. Such is the price of knowledge and that’s all part of the quest, if you will. ! At I got older I came to understand that just because an object was designed for one job, that doesn’t mean that it can’t be use in another manner to do something else. Usually with new and often surprising results. Who says that you can’t soften clay with an old toaster element. Hell, you can pretty well melt the s**t!