Since I found out we were submitted for review at http://iwillfuckingtearyouapart.blogspot.com/ a day or so ago, I was a little apprehensive. Turns out the review was scathing on some points. I guess I never knew, Canadians just aren’t funny! I can now join the ranks non funny, short bus Canadians everywhere. With names like Jim Carrey, Lorne Michaels, Mike Myers, Martin Short, Eugene Levy, Catherine O’Hara, Dave Foley, Samantha Bee, Norm Macdonald, Leslie Nielsen, Michael J. Fox, Tom Green and Dan Aykroyd, Phil Hartman and John Candy.
Yep, you sure got us on that one. Canadians just ain’t funny.

We might not be the same kind of Rednecks they were expecting, either. I summed up why I call myself one in the post Redneck, and Proud of it. I wish I was one of those rednecks that lives in a house trailer with his sister / wife and doesn’t know how to read. I’m not that lucky!

The end result is, it just don’t matter. I didn’t start this site to make everyone happy. I started it to make me happy. I am, too. I met people worldwide through comments and posts, I learned a whole slew of things about WordPress and SEO. I taught a quick lesson on Squeezing Birds. I got to see Vic at Blogger Unleashed layin’ thuh boots to a couple make money wannabees. How much better can life get?

Although it would be nice if I could just Roll Up The Rim To Win a Bayliner Bowrider Boat already. Why are they holding out on me? It’s like some sort of coffee conspiracy.

So, I sat down at my computer the other day; about to write the greatest post of my entire career as a blogger (at least in my head it was).  All of a sudden I heard a faint rustling behind me.  I turned around and what should my astonished eyes behold:ninja.jpg

That’s right a genuine, certified Ninja.  Well, I mean I assume she was certified.  I never asked for any sort of credentials and she certainly didn’t present them.  Anyway, I found it rather odd that a lowly blogger would hear a Ninja sneaking up behind him.  I was about to comment on this fact when she opened up her hand, showed me a palm-full of some sort of powder and then blew said powder into my face.

The next thing I recall was waking up.  I slowly gained my senses and as I looked around I discovered I was no longer in my own home.  Then I noticed I was tied up.  I thought to myself that if a female Ninja abducts a male blogger and ties him up there can be only one thing she could possibly want; my mind.  Sure enough, she soon came into the room with a laptop.

She set it down in front of me and said (in a very thick Calgarian accent), “You will now write my life story.”  (It was almost like something out of a Stephen King novel.)

“But I don’t know anything about your life”, I whined protested.

“I am Ninja, you are writer; now write my story!”  As she said this she pulled out one of those long Ninja swords (you know the ones I’m taking about) and started waving it around wildly.

“Hey!  That’s a good way for someone to get hurt, you know.”  Then I resigned myself to my fate.  After all I am a pretty good writer; just because I can’t remember what those Ninja swords are called (and even though I use brackets to excess) that doesn’t mean I can’t write an awesome story about a Ninja.  So I started writing and the words just flowed out of me.  Before long I had written the greatest Ninja story ever told.  She read it and she smiled (at least I think she smiled, her mask changed shape a little; and since she didn’t cut my head off she must not have been frowning).  Then she nodded her head, opened up her hand and blew some more powder in my face.

This time I woke up back in my own home, safe and sound.  My first thought was to re-write the story and then have it published and then license the movie rights and become a millionaire (all one thought).  But as I sat down at my computer I found out that she must have used some sort of Ninja mind control technique on me because I could not remember the story at all.  (Although, I had a faint feeling like I had used this very same plot device before.)

And that’s how I spent my weekend.

There seems to be a need for a how-to on big fat bird squeezing. Surprises me, too. What surprises me even more is to realize that I know how to squeeze a plump bird properly. Go figure. I guess it’s just specialized redneck knowledge. And no, this isn’t related to choking chickens or spanking monkeys. That’s a different post for some other day.
Reading this post just won’t be the same unless you know why I’m writing it, so you better go look at JD’s I am Famous (and More!) post. Okay, read it now? Good. Now go back and read all the comments.
So if you want to squeeze a nice, fat bird, you have to promise to follow JD’s parameters. Just enough to get a little squawk (maybe a squack if it’s a duck), and no more! This discussion is not to allow anyone to go out squeezing birds indiscriminately or in a harmful manner. The other thing I’d like you to do for me is stay off the bottle! I don’t want to hear of anyone getting all juiced up and squashing some poor bird while inebriated.
I never planned on squeezing birds. It was more my parent’s idea. They would send me out there by myself to pick eggs, and there would be chickens sitting on them. Right off the bat you find out that one end of a chicken is pointy, and it can hurt you. You can usually just reach under the hen and get the egg, or the hen might jump up and leave. Remember to watch out for the rooster, if you have one. Some of them sneak up behind and attack! No, really, I’m serious. Not too bad for an adult, but a seven year old is a little shorter. Those little peckers can hurt! Anyways, sometimes we had to catch the hens or move them out of the way, so we would have to pick them up. Usually squeezing was involved to keep them in your hands. Birds are warm and fluffy, just like you bird squeezing wannabe’s might have all thought.
Let’s move on here.
All bird squeezing beginners should start out with large chickens, or quails, or another domesticated bird with small useless wings. The reason for this is big wings can hurt you! Just take my word for it. A goose can darn near flap you to death. And don’t even think about what a swan could probably do. Once you’ve mastered chickens, you can work your way up to larger birds if you want. Another key point to remember is the beak, and you want to stay out of the way of that. Chickens, ducks and quails have short necks, so if you squeeze them from behind they can only reach around so far to get you. Geese have long necks and really nasty bills, so you do the math (chickens over short neck + tiny beak <goose with long neck dangerous bill).
I shouldn’t have to point out, but will anyways, that squeezing wild birds can be a dangerous activity fraught with peril. If you can even get close enough to a wild bird to squeeze it, it’s not gonna be happy. If you do any wild bird squeezing, I suggest you get a camcorder and someone to tape it, so you can show us how it went!
One last tip. Every spring, many kinds of birds moult, which means to lose most of their winter feathers and grow new ones for the year. The new feathers are called pinfeathers, and chickens for sure seem very uncomfortable if you squeeze them in the pinfeather stage. A good analogy might be how some people have reported they feel after they shave their unmentionables and the hair starts growing back in. I haven’t done this myself, so I have to go by what I’ve heard about “uncomfortable crotch pricklies” and I imagine that’s what chickens go through every spring, on their whole body.
So take it easy on those chickens. You can tell if they are moulting or not by checking to see if they look bedraggled. If they are sleek and shiny, you’re good to go. Squeeze!
Now after all this, I expect some feedback. I want to hear some reports from the field. Even if you get as far as seeing a bird and then ‘chickening out’, I want to know! First one to give us their bird squeezing story (or video) gets one of our world famous Blue Beaver Beer Gift Baskets!
Photo courtesy of Sillydog

If you saw my other post on HHO hydrogen generators, you know we like to build our own homemade fuel cells. This stuff isn’t rocket surgery, folks. Even us rural Alberta rednecks can make a functioning HHO hydrogen generator from common hardware store items. Having said that, there is the potential to make a dangerous explosive device by accident. In fact, we did make an explosion accidentally. It happened in Aron’s house, on the kitchen table. The generator we built was working great, until it exploded and blew both ends off the housing. Fortunately, nobody was hurt and only the generator was damaged.
What we think happened was that a loose connection inside the unit made a spark, which ignited the hydrogen. Since then, we have modified our design to contain no connections of any kind inside. The anodes are one solid piece of material from the outside all the way to the end inside.
You can find lots of links to hydrogen generators,where you can get plans for them and even finished units at HHO Hydrogen Fuel Cell Generators. I have also started building a new website to put all of our HHO hydrogen exploits.
You can find it here: Do It Yourself Hydrogen HHO Generators