Dale Hodgins

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I've worked in demolition and salvage, construction, real estate, ... Currently developing bus business and expanding my knowledge on a wide array of subjects related to land development and ecologically sound energy and food production. I'm a hard core skeptic and strong believer in science. Athiest, idealist, pragmatist, inventor, thinker, learner. Developing a grand plan for turning my property into a model of energy and resource efficiency.
Victoria British Columbia-Canada
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Here's one of the weirdest things that ever happened to me, while I was attempting to talk to a woman at a public event. We were chatting away and a guy that she knows vaguely, decided that it was his job to make sure that nothing happens. He sat next to us and continually inserted himself into the conversation. He called into question, the work that I do, flatly stating that you can't cut a house in half, and certainly one guy couldn't do it on his own. So, I produced some pictures of me doing exactly that, and then I asked the woman, do you know this guy and do you want him here? She did know him. He was a neighbor, and she did not want him there. So, I asked him to allow us to have a two-person conversation. He said, I can sit wherever I like. And I agreed. Then I said we are going to move over there, don't follow us.

And we went and sat on a picnic table. He continued to glare, I think because he really wanted to continue running interference. Now, we weren't talking about work or anything, except for mr. Weirdo, with whom she had had other uncomfortable conversations while walking home from work. He liked to ask her probing questions about her personal life, probably because he thought there was some way for him to be part of it. I said, "Hey I know what will will really freak him out. Hold my hand and don't let go of it." She did. You could see the poor devil squirm. And we both had a laugh at his expense. There was a man with no game.
49 minutes ago
Stacy , I'm not quite sure what you're saying. Are you saying that if a guy meets a girl that he fancies, he doesn't ask her out for coffee or a meal, or to the movies or some event? I've never heard of such a place, where this doesn't happen. Well maybe some seriously screwed up place where that sort of thing isn't allowed.
It's nice to see a real estate ad that doesn't hide from the price. It's right there for everybody to see, so that people who can afford it and keep looking and those who could never afford it can move on. In most cases, they send us hunting for that simple information. Thank you.
1 hour ago
To obtain this sort of door, check out the demolition services providers in your own City. They are commonly removed when stores are renovated. There are demolition crews that specialize in getting in and out very quickly in the expensive commercial spaces like this. And stuff like that often finds Its way to the metal bin. These same contractor are a great resource if you need plate glass. It commonly ends up in the bin as well.
1 hour ago
I have been on a few dating sites and the majority of women that I've met there are genuine, they're not looking to hustle or deceive, so far as I can tell. I've met quite a few.

Some of the foreign sites have girls who just place one interest message after another, but even there where I got hundreds of messages, the majority were not cut and paste messages.

To me, it makes sense because it allows me to cast a wide net. It's like me using Google if I want to know something, instead of just asking whoever I see in my immediate vicinity.

Some of the women have told me horror stories about hugely deceptive practices perpetrated by men. But I haven't heard many men say that they've had the same problem. So, I guess I'm lucky that I'm not looking for a man. The behavior seems to be much worse. And I think that has helped me, because I put a very extensive profile, leaving no stone unturned, similar to when I comment on posts here. Some like it and some don't, and I guess the ones who messaged me, are the ones who do like it.

It can be a major time suck, which is why I was absent here for a while. But it cost far less than going out on real dates. That is until you hop on a plane and travel Halfway Around the World, which I did and which didn't work out in the past. But the other relationships right here in Victoria haven't worked out, so that doesn't change my resolve. I'm sure that I can do much better, batting above my weight if you will, with these online sites.
2 hours ago
Since my last posting here, I have used a sort of weapon twice. I have a cordless Milwaukee flood light that throws 1500 lumens. People come to the houses that I move, at night, mostly to steal copper. On my two most recent occasions, I heard the noise under the house, so I quietly got into position, and then I pushed the button on the light. This is instantly blinding to anyone who is monkeying around at night with either no light or a little pen light.

Then I issue a threat, that I am quite serious about. I tell them that I am holding my heavy bar, which I can swing hard enough to break any part of them that it touches. "If you approach, I will bludgeon you with this bar and you may die. Do you understand?"

Some respond and say that they are leaving, and others just run. Nobody has tried to turn it into a boxing match. That's lucky for them, because I have never punched a person since I was a preteen. Always a weapon, even in high school. Once it was a block wall. A kid foolish enough to hit me, thought he got away with it because there was no retaliation immediately. But later that day, I grabbed him by his jacket, which I used to swing him by, and I slammed that moron into a concrete block wall. Another dummy thought he could charge a toll to let kids leave the building. I walked up to the door that he was guarding, and then when he went to hold it shut, I lunged at it very hard with a sort of rapid bench press motion, and slammed the aluminum frame into his face. In both cases, that was it. There wasn't anything like a fight following it. Just a dummy in very poor shape, nursing his wounds.

A few years later I was accosted by a group of druggies while I was in my car. I think they wanted me to get out for a boxing match. I used the car.
7 hours ago
There was some talk around the table the other day about appropriate love songs for a wedding. Of course there were Classics like Elvis's can't help falling in love with and Right Down the Line by Gerry Rafferty.

I had one that I considered one of the best love songs ever written. It's from Billy Idol. Rebel Yell. Enjoy.


Last night a little dancer came dancin' to my door
Last night a little angel came pumping on the floor
She said, come on baby, I got a license for love
And if it expires, pray help from above
In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more
More, more, more

She don't like slavery, she won't sit and beg
But, when I'm tired and lonely she sees me to bed
What set you free and brought you to me, babe
What sets you free, I need you hear by me

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell, more, more, more

He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well he's out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long, it don't mess up his hair

I walked the ward with you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain, babe
A million times for you

I'd sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
I'd give you all, and have none, babe
Justa, justa, justa, justa to have you here by me

In the midnight hour she cried, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
In the midnight hour, babe, more, more, more
With a rebel yell she cried, more, more, more
More, more, more

Oh yeah little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more

Oh yeah little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more

Songwriters: Billy Idol / Steve Stevens
8 hours ago
I like the idea of feeding waste fruit and waste vegetables to pigs. Apple cores and peels and the ones that didn't sell, bruised pears and the mash from juicing processes. Around here, mulberries and most other small fruit will be consumed by a wild birds and the pigs would only get the odd one that drops.

I could see having a hog runs between trees, but having a good fence that keeps them away from the trunk. Then when people come in to harvest, any misshapen or bug damage stuff can be dropped to the ground, while the better stuff is retained for human consumption. This has been done forever, and it seems like a good use for substandard fruit.

Bug damaged fruit often ripens faster and falls to the ground on its own. Around here that fruit breeds yellow jackets and other undesirable creatures, so the pigs would provide a good service, by cleaning up stuff that might otherwise feed vermin.
8 hours ago
Get a puppy. I saw a guy hanging out at the Uptown Mall with what appeared to be a corgi puppy. There are very few things cuter. I've seen many babies that are much uglier. Much uglier! It's funny when your peak into a stroller expecting to see a cute baby, and it looks like a chubby little rat :-)

Anyway back to the puppy. This guy was meeting one person after another. I don't know what his intentions were, because he's an older guy, but older guys like to meet women.

Puppies grow up and they aren't so cute anymore. That's why I suggest getting a black Labrador Retriever. They behave like a puppy all their lives and they also make a really good dog for a farm and for kids. Highly protective. When you do eventually get into a conversation with the lady who you met while walking the dog, you can get into the reasons why you got this dog instead of some horrible beast that should be put down immediately. It opens the door for all sorts of discussion.

I remember one time this happened with me, when I was out walking Peggy, the black lab that was supposed to belong to my children, but that I inherited as they got older. I was chatting with his woman and she brought up the idea of going to the pound to save some Pitbull that might otherwise not get adopted. She said some other odd things, but that particular red flag told me that we would be a complete mismatch. So I didn't attempt to make this little relationship go any further than the 5 minutes that it was.

Having the dog there, allows the conversation to be steered in many directions. You can talk about the public policy regarding dog parks, dangerous dogs, and allowing dogs to roam freely. That might open the door for you to talk about letting them roam freely on your farm. Then she knows that you're not broke, because you've got that land. It could go an entirely different direction and you can talk about how friendly these dogs are with children. Perhaps you and her could produce those children. Or maybe you can both pet the dog, and you could accidentally run your hand over hers, and comment on how wonderfully smooth her skin is.

See how that works. The dog is a prop, that can get you into any number of social interactions. Your dog doesn't mind being used in this way. Dogs want to have everybody petting them at once, unless it's one of those rotten dogs that wants to bite everybody. But you've chosen wisely, so that's not an issue.

I can't think of any other prop a person could have that can lead in so many directions. Suppose you had a fancy car. The only direction that could go, is perhaps she likes fancy cars. So if all goes well, you might find that you have a tire biter riding beside you in that car. I forget where I heard that term but I like it. Tire biter. It's a girl who hooks up with a man because of his car. Say it with me, tire biter. Are you picturing a really intelligent girl? I'm not.
12 hours ago
You've got super skills in that arena .

That's what she said !!!😈😨😈