The Crapshack will one day make its own power, thanks to the babble of a water source that runs right down our far-most boundary line, clearly on our side of the line, as far as you need to know. To get us started, we’ve got some battery chargers unwillingly donated by a big faceless company, which we’ll reveal soon enough. The Crapshack is all about the slow reveal– it’s a bit of a tease, but it will put out, if you call it pretty.

But until the Crapshack generates its own electricity, in the Camper and Foundation Days, we’re going to need to suck the nacreous teat of the big black grid.

And for that, there’s a power transformer that runs all the way up to (and, as far as you need to know, ONTO) our Southeastern corner. And there will need to be a Meter Socket, like THIS ONE, the SLOT B to the transformer’s FLAP A. And no, we don’t care which slot or flap you prefer. All orientations are welcome.

Distance traveled: you know the story; same as this one and also this one. If you don’t, you should read it.

How it got here: it was in the back of the bumpy truck with the rest of the equipment from the mothership. We ripped this out of the ground on Christmas Day, which is what you do on Christmas in the southern parts. Shoot guns and dig in the mud and pillage from your own mother.