Story Time with Uncle Beanbag

I posted that bottle cap bag, and it just kind of brings to mind all the stuff I made since 2017. Well, I guess 2017 to about 2023. So for a good six years there, I made over 5,000 prickly pear suckers, over 300 knives, and probably somewhere around another thousand miscellaneous pieces to 1,500 miscellaneous pieces. That includes wind chimes, and snakes, and jewelry, and armor, and bags, hats, gloves, goggles, a whole mess of other stuff that I just don't really remember very well. I even made helmets too, holy shit. It's, because like when I make stuff, something, it's really cool that I'm making it, but as soon as I sell it, it's out of my mind. It's like I never remember making it. But a lot of that stuff went to places like Japan, and the Netherlands, and Finland, and Russia, and China, and so I've got pieces in Australia and South Africa. I've got pieces of me scattered throughout the world, where some, and everything I make is utilitarian. It has to be usable. It has to be functional as not only art, but what, you know, it's intended to do, because otherwise I wouldn't use it. So, that's what I fucking hate, steampunk that doesn't have workable gears. Like, if you've got gears on something, they should be able to do something. They should be able to move and interact with each other, not just glue gears onto the side of a hat. But yeah, it's kind of cool to think that I made all that stuff, and 20, 30 years from now, someone's gonna find one of my cartridge neck knives and use it, not know who it came from, and I'm cool with that. Or like a bottlecap wind chime, or some of my uranium glass jewelry, or my bullet casing jewelry/armor, will move hands if it still survives like maybe five, six decades from now. Somebody will look at it and go, oh, this is kind of cool, will have no clue who made it, and I'm really comfortable with that. I don't want the recognition for it. I just think it's cool that somebody knows at one point someone existed who created this stuff, but they'd have no idea who it is. And that's kind of neat.

Because of all the goddamn fires we've been having lately, now they have a county-wide fireworks restriction in place, where the only place that they'll allow fireworks are the professional demonstrations. That ain't gonna prevent me from taking my M1841 Mississippi rifle and firing off a few rounds at the sky. Actually, I'll probably aim at the sun, because all my homies say fuck the sun.

So I got a thing, and I put it in the other thing, and I was like, well, I guess I need a bigger thing now, cuz that other thing didn't work out like I thought it would. So now I need to get a different thing, but I'll do that down the line, cuz right now I can't be bothered. So I'll just keep that thing I got, and have to do the other thing later.