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Monday, June 16, 2025
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June 16, 2025
One year ago today: June 16, 2024, dry, unsalted raisins.
Five years ago today: June 16, 2020, on diet ginger ale.br /> Nine years ago today: June 16, 2016, “serendipity” in quotes.
Random years ago today: June 16, 2017, the Miami towing Mafia.
Feedback on some boxes, which I pay close attention to. There are now twenty units handed out as free samples. Don’t take the box home, guys, or it will get appropriated. I suppose I know more about boxes now than the next 500 people. It’s artsy appeal was not so much planned as noticed once some units began stacking up. I’m giving one away this morning at the clinic to make it a business trip. You know who is out of business? FEMA. Trump finally announced he’s shutting that boondoggle down.
It took until 4:00PM to get my morning’s work done. My second set of spine injections was painful but I was home within the hour. Greatest difference is that I no longer think about bending over to pick things off the floor. Not long ago, that was a pre-planned activity. As a reward, I scarfed a Hot-n-Ready pizza myself. The clinic confirms the cardboard taste is the anesthetic, an ice-old liquid that acts instantly. The waiting room guy has his new box, again I can report an instant like. Ah, but how to turn that into sales. There is a way, but what?
Think Peak-Freen’s. People would buy the cookies to get the tin they came in. I already thought of filling them with nails, but that many nails gets expensive. Other than the needle pricks, I am fine but would rather not push things. I got word back from the bank, it was your typical comedy of errors right down the line to the final destination, the clearing house. Driving over to see the banker. Rather than waste any more time, I volunteered to just have the check re-issued and in return he’ll make the deposit himself.
This was a great but unwelcome test of my system resiliency. How did the system know, after the Valdosta Event, I was really, truly counting on this money to make it on time? I’ll survive but in the end this punches a 90 day delay in my plans, of which 50 are already passed. While chatting with the bank, I asked about a pre-approved mortgage. They didn’t say no. I’m facing the reality this cabin is eventually going to be too big for me. It seemed just right-size at the time. Theoretically, I was just as happy back in the trailer court letting the office mow the lawn and not realizing how badly I needed a workshop.
We’ve blogged about thorium nuclear reactors some years back. Today there is news a million-ton deposit has been discovered in Mongolia. That would change everything. Thorium coverts to uranian capturing, not releasing, radioactivity. I was at the clinic this morning and need to record the session, so this covers the whole day after I got back home. The injections are higher up the back and they are not painless. No, sir! But you know the pain is the trade-off. Within 35 minutes, I was limber with none of the primary or secondary pains reported last week.
The prominent change is returned ability moving around without the limiting small pains associated with weakened muscles unused from avoidance. My natural daily activities have brought said tissue back into play in the first week. Other than a natural after-pain from hypodermics, this week had no side effects so far and at all. Literature says the effect eventually wears off in around six months, but consider what can happen around here in such a spanse.
There is one side-effect which has had other triggers, so I cannot blame the needles. It is sleeplessness. That’s me tonight. Relax, I’ve long learned to make that situation productive. And for me at 1:05AM, much later today, I see a big port sandwich with bread from the Mexican bakery. And is there not a Yueng-Ling left in the bottom shelf? This could be my lucky night.
The Arkansas Lodge.
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It was more than a fast afternoon, we have news on Caltier, banking, and vacuum tubes. I will, as normal, over-document workings, for keeping track was a premise of this blog. When I was younger, I thought I’d become forgetful. Now I realize the reason others can remember all they do is from lack of pace and intensity. Most of what they can remember is sitting around all day, like we didn’t notice.
Later, I took the evening off. As I went log off, a tube order came in. My system tracks the individual tube, so it was a casual order until I saw the quantity. Gulp, some outfit in Coldspring, Texas, ordered all I had. They, too, have figured out the reason tubes get expensive is the supply is running out. That’s $260 bucks in my pocket, so I’m going to the old club. Find out why Wilford hasn’t been practicing his guitar and maybe get some data on what happened with Bradford. The important part of today was spend in the bank office in Lakeland, and I am practically sword to describe the event by my own regulations.
The crux of the matter is the soon-to-be enforced cashless system, but even the bank people seem unaware of the implications. In the “good old days”, those who learned the system had an advantage. In the process, they also learned how to work around the barriers when the system failed. There is a widening disjoint between those two states of matter thanks to digital ineptitude. They did not enforce privacy at the beginning, and now try to inject it into the failed mess they’ve made of it. Remember, I’m still waiting for the first billion-dollar heist by some con-man who just walked in off the street.
Wait until tomorrow at least. I was on the phone with the Reb, who is not as keen on distrusting the system as I am. One must now learn the two separate disciplines of how the system works and also how the system does not work. The old-school cause-and-effect link is already drastically broken and, in my opinion, cannot be fixed. The danger for most people is they do not seem to realize as you get older and retire, you will become ever more dependent on that changed system. And stats show almost 70% of them are living paycheck to paycheck. I will do anything to prevent that happening to us.
Still later, we have no progress but we have more information-slash-gossip. Turns out Bradford has been threatening people over a long period of time. And there are a lot of people who go out of their way to be popular around here. I’ve heard only one side, but Bradford was apparently going into quite some medical knowledge of evisceration. But the convo tonight was myself and Wiford, no other customers came in at all. I’ve already cleared with Wilford that I consider these no different than if we had met up at some other place for the same.
We talked about crowdfunding, you see, operationally I’m the local expert and I’m too old to show others the ropes. Crowdfunding, I’ve concluded, is no different than any other traditional investment vehicle, with a lot of flaws because it has been set up by half-baked gronks who adapted the new laws to their concepts without knowledge of the actual legal workings. (Was that a 40-word sentence?) We also went over 3D printing, since the other lady, nice as she is on the concept, has not come forward with any offerings or help on her own. The 3D printer is out in the shed collecting dust.
Next we went over computers, hobbies, and finance. He’s a photographer, a trade to me that is just another art that must follow the same rules. Wilford is too young to know many of the ropes, but he is an avid listener to experience. He knows a 3D CAD designer, but that guy’s shop is 90 miles from here and I’m not a customer, I’m a student. Know the difference. Wilford took a spreadsheet course and exactly as predicted, they only taught how it worked and not why. I say again, the greatest shortfall of spreadsheet is how they calculate the data, but can’t tell you if the result has meaning. (I know from experience people who make $3.08 a month “on computers” will conclude it is not worth it. Exactly the wrong attitude.)
ADDENDUM
That’s curious, Arkansas has been rated a dangerous place (Vittana). I knew about the rural poverty and mosquitoes. You may not mind venomous snakes and fat people. When you read an article about weird laws, note how many are in Arkansas. It turns out the crime rate in Little Rock is so high, it brings down the whole State.
Sunday, June 15, 2025
June 15, 2025
One year ago today: June 15, 2024, idiotics?
Five years ago today: June 15, 2020, balmy.
Nine years ago today: June 15, 2016, paying cash, the hardest lesson.
Random years ago today: June 15, 2008, breakfast at the Diplomat.
How about an incredible event most people will never hear of. The Hubble, which I did not know had such video capabilities, has captured an exploding star. But I am suspicious. Is this video in real time? Or is it time lapse? Does a star really explode that fast? Hubble has previously photographed similar events, some of which took years. This one I found phenomenal because there is no reason a star could not just wink out like that.
The crowd was disappointing with the staff singing 25% of the songs to keep the show going. It’s still a lively event but the signs are unmistakable to the trained eye. It was the last old-style watering hole in the south county unless you want to drive out to Hicksville. There were no regulars present except Dexter and buddies. Bradford was not there and has not been in a while. Here’s the gossip quota, except it isn’t real gossip. Bradford has been permanently banned from that establishment. See addendum.
I ran some numbers this morning and am I glad I spent my last dime on this place when I did. Even if there is a house pricing collapse, the damage is done, since few people could afford or qualify for a mortgage at half of today’s prices. When I added everything up, this place actually cost me $22,312 and nobody knew it was the last bargain in America. The story is told in this blog, and it was a close-run thing. I really did have less than $200 left the day I moved in, but now simply owning this cabin has increased my net worth five-fold. It was just supposed to be a free and comfortable place to retire. But have you seen what’s going on out there?
People spending $1,500 per month rent seems onerous to me. The reason for this review of my housing situation is a direct result of the possibility that I may not be able to tend to my own household chores. That would crush me, I’ve never had to have help like that. I could not sell this place for even $200,000. It now represents the largest chunk of my net worth. I have three more back treatments. The first one slowed me down. But, it’s not like I have a choice, is it?
We are out of grits. How is this possible? Staying at home like never before, that’s how. I now have lots of boxes, but no Jim Dandy. At dawn I got up and baked a corn and sausage pie which will have to suffice. Wow, youTube (owned by Google) is really serious this time about piracy. I like that, because it increases the odds somebody will establish a whole new web operation just to meet the demand. It’s finally become clear to even the moron-class that Google is doing evil things with your computer. And that is not as acceptable as it was even five years ago.
Some 90 minutes later, I backed away. YouTube is applying their new software unevenly, going for the newest and more popular movies. That means it is something they have to get around to, which in turn means it will be defeated. Meanwhile, I still have a ton of unwatched DVDs around here to wait them out. I will respect their right to make money as much as they respect my right to tell them stay off my computer. And no, I don’t buy that crap that if they can’t force ads on you that the movie would not get posted. Or that people, if they could not see it for free, would go out and pay $20 for it. Are you sure you don’t need any mangos?
As a control, I tested various workarounds to non-anti-adblocked videos, including this utterly loco Jeet who does some very dangerous things with electricity. Trust me, don’t fool around, that boy is bat-guano crazy and you could get dead. I have seen that guy set himself on fire. Anyway, somehow youTube can enable the “watch?v=” switch, or can tell if it is disabled on my system. Now, that means war—that is intrusion and I will always side with whoever is against it. Even if they are just sending a signal to detect a condition, that is unacceptable. If you want something in or out my computer, you pay me for it.
What’s most apparent is youTube has removed the play and pause controls. They are not operated by clicking on the video. If you pause the video too long, it must be restarted—and it appears they can tell if you restart. That’s why this computer is exclusively for the Internet and contains nothing but this blog.
The Lee Harvey Oswald window.
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It’s Jason Derek Brown Day around here. True, he’s probably guilty, but that’s now what makes him a celebrity. Rather it is how he has made a mockery of standard police tactics, you know, where they are allowed to lie, cheat, threaten, and break the law. Brown would have nothing to do with it, and all these years later, something like twenty now, he’s still hiding out in Utah. I’m not saying he is innocent, I’m saying even if he stone-cold guilty, he is under no obligation to be questioned—and that is exactly what the police don’t want you to know.
Ha, Trump just said no more bullshit windmills. He was referring to how they blight the scenery. I have only house news for today, I wonder if one day I’ll look back on this and figure I was actually quite active. I got a late start, but moved the shelf lumber onto the laundry deck, where it’s been slated for box storage. This meant moving some materials out of the way and chopping out some linden tree sprigs starting up. Then I repositioned the bird feeders so they are just far enough the woodpeckers and cardinals don’t have to take turns. I also put a baffle on the new wire peanut feeder and see it isn’t a great design.
The woodpeckers can get at the outer layer of peanuts only. Maybe it was meant for larger woodpeckers, the ones here are quite small. I also folded some metal stovepipe around the post nearest the main feeder to keep squirrels from launching off that. I drilled pilot holes on two braces and finally fixed that last segment of fence in the back yard. When was that storm? Last November or something.
I then dug out a bothersome linden tree. Next, I finally have a use for kudzu. I hacked away all the vines except those that started on the trellis near the bird bath. It’s not a reall trellis, but that 6” wire mesh used for reinforcing concrete. It forms a nice shelter for the birdbath. I had to staple it in place, that and the fence repair too far too long. It cooled a bit, so I grabbed the blowtorch and put a finish on four Zboxes and three Eboxes. Not only is the torch uncomfy in even this weather, I have to turn off the circulation fan or the flame goes out. That’s likely the first job I’ve hire somebody for.
These are the longest summer days and I’ve made the most of them. The fact is, I’ve gotten some late starts. That’s a far cry from a day when nothing got done. I was busy outside for five hours. And now I want a pork chop sandwich. With mustard. And I want minimum three cups of coffee. I don’t care for tapioca but could use a mixing bowl full right now. I went for two pork chop sandwiches and now I cannot move. So let’s put in some computer time.
I found some ancient UART connectors, I suppose from early Arduino studies, but I never built any devices. As you know, once I was able to program counters and registers without using integrated circuits, Arduino fell by the wayside. However, if you are going to learn device communication, UART is the best place to start. Could not get simpler, two wires, one transmit, one receive and the transmitter is sending all the time. It sends a code to each slave it wants to talk to, turning it on. Or it can send a master signal to all. This is as far as I got with Arduino, but I had drawn out numerous circuits where one Arduino did nothing but coordinate the others. By the way, years later, I see there are such circuits finally appearing on the Arduino websites.
If you’ve ever used a modem, that’s UART. The data is a string of digital pulses determined by your “baud rate”, a simple clock signal. Five volts is a 1, no volts is a 0. They are all in one string, so your modem is set to detect a start bit that chops the stream into 8-bit chunks, plus some overhead. Remember 9600 baud, 8 bits, not parity. That’s UART and that is pretty much all I know about it.
ADDENDUM
It’s a small city and we’ve not seen Bradford at all. You know he’s a rich kid and it was always evident he liked to party. I’ve told you long ago that he has a nasty streak and the report is that he threatened to kill somebody. You can’t do that and he is barred for life. It doesn’t make sense, I know the people he threatened. But four sources said the same thing. Namely, he threatened to kill some very popular people around here.
Let’s change to my research for today. Desalination. I saw some stats, such as there are 21,000 desalination plants in the world, and that seawater could hold ten times as much salt than it does. I’ve tasted totally salt-less water and it is flat, on the other hand, adding four grains of salt to a cup and you could taste it. While I think using natural heat sources could be the answer to large-scale desalting, I know it produced other problems, like what happens to all the removed salt. And it isn’t even all salt, there is another lot of crap in seawater.
It was A.I. that got me thinking again about the membrane or osmosis method. I’ve seen the marine units that start around $250. The real cost is creating the pressure needed to push the water through. None of the basic tech has changed, I was hoping more like A.I. designing a better membrane. Nor could I find any real data on how artificial semipermeable membranes are made. I have no solution, but think it a good idea to see if A.I. can produce a filter that works at much lower pressures. Nor does it have to produce drinking water, remember the story of Jerry Vander Houwen. He watered hay with treated sewer water and made millions. I think he died just a few years ago at age 85.
Saturday, June 14, 2025
June 14, 2025
One year ago today: June 14, 2024, when in doubt: fake.
Five years ago today: June 14, 2020, a 5-day jungle.
Nine years ago today: June 14, 2016, a French film.
Random years ago today: June 14, 2011, looking at 3D.
World War III was due this morning. I made an extra coffee thinking they were late, after all this is Florida. But it is already past prime freeway-blocking hour, what gives? Some smart aleck posted that the war is on hold because it was leaked the IRS is tracking down their sponsors. No wonder the left is afraid of Planatir. Thanks to all who sent me cheer-up notes the past day, I see I was a bit in the dumps over my situation. A particular shout to Trent, who, having played a gig or two as a duo, knows the position music holds around here.
You know what ‘picka-panny’ is? The slang for “speak Spanish”, which I sort of do, so this morning the manageress over here is checking on those $135 Alcatels from Winter Haven. She may be able to get me a couple with only a $10 activation fee, which she can cancel the next month. The units are fantastically untraceable and that’s a real feature these days. Maybe she will carry them over in her beautiful new Z-box that she loved the moment she saw it. Here’s a view of six Z-boxes set out in the elements (except water) to see how they weather.
Most of my days now center on how my ancient back is behaving, and today is off to a good start. These injections do nothing for pain when present, but kind of slowly restore flexibility, which helps but not directly. We have plenty of coffee and Tampa radio says a high of 90°F. I read an article on Von Borbeck’s 1918 raid into Rhodesia, making him the only German commander who invaded British territory in that war. He lost around 2,000 men compared to the Allies 300,000 mainly to disease. Somebody will eventually make a movie and call it “The Lion of Africa”.
Another chapter of “Justice Denied” has our audiobook detective chasing down a cold case, which is a popular theme these days. Forensic investigation. The location is north of Seattle, so I recognize a lot of the placenames. It also reminds me there is not one person left that I know in that part of the world. It really has been 45 years. But over here it has been 45 minutes and we have a feisty varmint. The trap is left active in the kitchen corner for such opportunities What can I say, that’s the excitement for this morning. Life has slowed down.
Which brings up another topic. The episode with my back is fair warning of another pending situation. Much of my goings-on depend on having great mobility. Would I not be wise to prepare for the day, or should I sit around like the rest and let it take me by surprise? I mean more like getting around than going out for supplies. I’ve never been as home-bound as the last 90 days. And I’ve not taken a travel day since early December, by my definition. Turns out I don’t know anyone who has had a back injury that I could ask about consequences. Then again, I have not met anyone who builds any boxes or plays any bass around here either.
Helen Reef, Palau.
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Music. I wonder it I can sing some of this new material. There are already tunes I find easy and difficult. Not that many years ago, they were all difficult. Roberto (have I not found a better nickname for him yet) has texted that he played that gig and wants more time. He wants to use his fancy Bose PA but we don’t need that to rehearse. I asked about an afternoon session at his club. He’s mentioned they have Saturday music, but not until way later in the evening. I have not forgotten around half the gigs I’ve played in Florida started as freebies.
No nuclear war this morning, not a peep out of the far left. No explosions or fires or riots, but the Democrats did just shoot one of their own who voted against party lines. There was a gathering in Minnesota billed as “thousands”, but the wide-angle video shows maybe 400, and those needed police to keep them from counter protestors. I got a reply from Caltier by faking my email address. They have never responded to e-mails from the listed address, but now I know they are getting them. My account is still suspended for no reason. There is certainly nothing legal wrong with it, but I’ve suspected for some time now they have mistakenly presumed our investor status. The only other reasonable option is that we’ve exceeded some investment limit, but somehow I cannot see that.
Is it my shots or the inactivity of the last day? I felt fine after I got moving this morning. Instead of doing things I should, I worked on another batch of boxes. My task is to find the correct cut to make the bottom plates symmetrical and it turns out to be the most difficult part of the assembly. The bottom were always a challenge and I did not meet it today. I know the measurement, I need three pieces that are 23/8ths wide, for a total of 69/8ths. That’s a total of 8-5/8ths but expressed to show how exact I’ve tried to make the cuts.
Do you need any mangos? I helped the neighbor throw out 150 that were lying all over the ground. I chose another eight and put them out to ripen. Just picking them up gets your hands all sticky and it will not rinse off with water. Uncooperative mangos, ripen when they hit the ground and get covered with ants. I’ve misplace an important tool, the router that slices the panel grooves. There is another project I want to try that I think I could sell for $60. I’m nearing planned inventory for both Z-boxes and E-boxes. While these make great tool trays, they don’t make good tool boxes, as they have no closing lids or carry handles.
YouTube has really ramped up the anti-ad blocker, but it is still easy to defeat. But they are getting better so come on, AdBlocker people, get those updates happening. Coupled with that new Florida “proof of age” law, it amounts to an annoyance. The movies seem linked together with no pause button on the command bar. Hmmm. What are we dealing with? It is typical GenX mentality to think somebody who uses an ad blocker is going to buy something if you force him to watch the ad. I don’t get bothered by the “unstoppable” ads because I don’t allow Chrome on my computers.
ADDENDUM
Shall we say I learned a lot about what not to do. Normally, the fabric is glued onto cardboard, just not this time. I’m more likely to work with poster board. Where on Earth is my paper slicer? Later, by day’s end I would rate today as pain-free, first time in a year. Two side-effects, my shoulder blades still feel out of exact, I can make them click. There is some discomfort. walking more than a few minutes at a time. But discomfort is not pain and I’ll settle for that.
Friday, June 13, 2025
June 13, 2025
One year ago today: June 13, 2024, eBay sux.
Five years ago today: June 13, 2020, my ‘treatment withheld’ list.
Nine years ago today: June 13, 2016, coffee at the Palmdale.
Random years ago today: June 13, 2004, remember Pioneer 10?
The pundits say this is the trysting day, the ultimate Friday the 13th. I say, since the war in the east is already underway, today is go otherwise un-noticed. Ah, but tomorrow is the big leftard uprising, they say. The MSM say it is the ultimate showdown between the Democrats and Trump, I say it looks like it’s already fizzled out. But then, the Democrats do have a lot of money. We also hear the IRS is tracking down people funding the rioters. Now that could be fun to know.
How about this remote self-operating coffee trailer? It is designed to be parked and left alone 23-1/2 hours per day. It has been impossible to determine the price tag, but I imagine it to be around $100,000. Payment is by smart phone and facial recognition only. It can be operated remotely, what could possibly go wrong? You first.
Doing my best to get you things you’ve not seen here before, here is the array of z-box cutting templates. There is a fifth plate, over by the drill press for making the thumbholes. Never cut any board around here that is marked with red or green paint. Shown here is the end result of quite a number of false starts, so I prize these templates. These are for the chop saw to cut the front and back, the sides, and to partially size that custom bottom piece.
I turned off the radio and worked in silence, just a couple of hours. These three stacks are matching sets of lumber prepped for assembly. The significance here is that, even though I know little about lumber, each of these sets select. I’ve learned to chop out the knots and watch for interesting grain patters. These are e-boxes, which I was trying to make look a bit more symmetrical when viewed from above.
Same as today, nobody wants to “integrate” except right smack into the middle of a certain, specific, definable, fixed minority group and there is no denying that is what’s going on. I’ve never bought that nonsense that if I don’t want to have anything to do with somebody, that makes me intolerant or something.
What I do have is better lumber. Shown is wood selected because the grain takes well to yagasuki. No sales so far but the whole box adventure has been great fun. I’m grabbing all the seconds (imperfect boxes) for my own storage and I’m actually making headway with the scads of things I have lying around. I even found the charger for my small drill. The battery has to be removed for charging and I have a question for you. One blob of glue fell off my workbench a month ago. Guess where it landed and what it stuck together.
View from the Eiffel.
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I’m less hesitant than before to smack apart poorly fitted boxes and rework the pieces. Here is a group of four e-boxes today. It’s usually a minor defect and I’ve learned how to knock the pieces off without damage and reuse the good panels. I prefer slapping together new boxes, but as shown here these are too far along to demolish. These boxes are likely slightly ill-fitting, as I use the same jig as for the Z-box.
I also used some end pieces to see if I can put together a “pencil box” design. That the format where instead of a lid, the top of the box has a panel that fits into grooves. The is a small catch or dent used to slide the box open. I do not yet have any way to cut that groove as my router is set for boxes with lids that don’t slide. I kick myself for not learning to build basic objects like this while I was a kid.
One positive side effect of all this time at home is it balances the budget. I’ve cancelled around half my planned activity since the onset of treatments on my back. Can’t blame it all on the baking weather. I’d rather build things than just about anything except play music these days. Without a gig, what’s a Friday except Karaoke, and there is only one show left in town. The nearest live entertainment is a 40-minute round trip. Locally, there are no places left with a home-town atmosphere.
This all has me thinking, I’ve tried for years to learn to stay at home and take it easy. If a back injury can put me in that mode, should I not try again? What a boon if I could be content to go out once a week or even every other week. Become a part-time hermit. Who recalls that Norwegian guy from the trailer court who never went out in 20 years even when invited? He used to say there was nothing happening downtown. So he died at home without ever even seeking a good time.
ADDENDUM
YouTube is trying to outwit the adblockers again. I know I’ve been a harsh critic that the original computer designers did not build in features like security and anonymity, but I’m glad they also overlooked other things. Like how to force themselves on people via intrusive ads. And I’m sporting with their latest round of gimmicks. Their software is not evenly applied. Old movies still play fine, or can be defeated by skipping ahead into the content, then re-applying the blocker. But some still play the ads, although it accelerates to the “Skip” button. That tells me they are working on it. I still call advertising the American Blight and those who do it need to be encouraged otherwise.
Yep, America, the Empire of Idiots. What a muck-up they have made of computers. Digital should have been the wave of the future. Instead of getting better, each passing year creates new problems to be dealt with. As an example, let me tell you about a total fuppuck in Win 11. A problem that a complete moron would have to work at a long time to really screw people around with. Pop-up windows. They are sometimes handy when you want them. But all too often, they appear by themselves and here is the feeble part. They appear over the item you are working on and lock the screen. You have to stop what you are doing and close the window or move it out of the way.
Even way back in Win 95, they knew better. Back when there were still a few real programmers left, there was a shred of common courtesy left in computers as a career. Now it is a job, and a dead-end one for simpletons.
Thursday, June 12, 2025
June 12, 2025
One year ago today: June 12, 2024, Chateau JeePee, sigh.
Five years ago today: June 12, 2020, still in Miami.
Nine years ago today: June 12, 2016, finally moving in.
Random years ago today: June 12, 2023, 30 tons, you say.
The Caltier web page is back, but is rejecting my password. Sadly, this account is associated with a gmail address which locks me out every other time. I have to get the Reb on the phone to enter a code, there is no way to opt out of this inane Google “service”. I still prefer my now-expensive mobile hotspot, and they have come back on the market. I’m watching the RitchieRich movie in the background. It’s a hoot but I grew up with a lot of kids who hated the character. Myself, I half-identified with the little brat.
Rumor has it China is behind on paying its bills. They chose to absorb Trump’s tariffs rather than raise prices, indicating they planned to play the waiting game. It did not work, nor did they learn, the Europeans say the Chinese are dumping product for cash to pay their suppliers. At street level here in the USA, the tariffs don’t seem to have had any effect.
It’s disappointing but my back pain has returned to former levels, same as before. Sitting and standing okay, but walking brings it on. I also wasted time in Winter Haven as the cellular store will not part with the hot-spots unless you buy a $135 plan. Stopping at the Treasure Barn, we’ve dropped the z-box price to $10.99 which is a definite bargain compared to Wal*Mart—but there is little else to compare, including location. She has seven boxes on display.
YouTube is taking this round of anti-ad blockers very seriously. It’s still easy to defeat, but not to set on automatic. The audiobook I’m listening to is “Justice Denied”, the one where Lars is fending off the old ladies. The plot has bloated to some dozen characters which is an ordeal for me to remember by name. Silver inched up over $37, highest in 15 or so years. We see a vast increase in complaints about “smart” appliances that will not reboot. That, I think, is a problem that is just getting started.
Explosions in Tehran. Yep, there’s the potential for big war if people start taking sides. Like many, I don’t understand Iran’s beef. They are hundreds of miles and two countries away from Israel, yet persist with this nuclear bomb program which they declare is for nuking the Jews. Democrats, who normally oppose any investigation into voter fraud, are now clamoring for it after an NY election where Kamela Harris got zero votes. Some smart aleck posted that NY should not be surprised to find she really did get zero votes.
Chain drive go-kart.
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I dislike nothingness and this afternoon was that. Something has changed beyond the list of symptoms I’m instructed to keep a log. This is different, not like any healing process I’ve had before. I’ve been sick and had broken bones, and there is a sensation of return to health. Instead, I’m off-balance and blog rules say document it. There isn’t much, so stay with me a couple paragraphs. Lethargy and listlessness, but not extreme, just constant, and that is rare, even if I didn’t fine doing nothing to be boring. A couple times, I walked half across the kitchen and stopped. And just stood there a couple minutes until I sort of realized I was standing there.
Kid after kid with his mother, having troubles running the latest game apps. No problems that required repair or tech work. Just $800 computers with flashing neon lights and configured for graphics and sound. It’s been forty years since I’ve drawn a broad line between people who use computers and those who play the games. While I now include most clerical users in the latter category, my disappointment level is the same. These people are experiencing that age-old phenomenon where they cannot understand their own hand tools.
Which is why this SATA adapter gets prime time mention today. I would think, if folks were really getting productive things done with a computer, this would be a very popular item. In fact, it is almost unknown. Some will say this is no big deal, but hear me out. Yes, I know about connecting hard drives to a new computer. And with IDE gear, it is always a hassle. You need a correct ribbon of sufficient length and a power cable, plus removing the can. Ever since the days of my computer shop, I remove all hard drives from junked or resold units, you’ve seen I have box of around a dozen. (A z-box, of course.)
Yes, I’m aware of external USB hard drives, I own many. This is for connecting an internal drive temporarily, which I use mainly for backups. If you don’t seen the wisdom of this, then you probably are not big on making backups. And you should be. The harness supplies its own power and separate hard drives stored in a secure location remain the best computer security plan ever invented. Note, never more than two of said hard drives are ever allowed out of the storage locker at any time. That’s why I wanted two cables.
So there, even though it was a nothing day, we got something covered. Yes, I am also on to how memes are gradually taking over from pictures in my Last Laugh feature.
Wednesday, June 11, 2025
June 11, 2025
One year ago today: June 11, 2024, pro data science at work.
Five years ago today: June 11, 2020, the last club meeting.
Nine years ago today: June 11, 2016, rapping the watermelons.
Random years ago today: June 11, 2011, bingo & Darlington.
Porridge and coffee, this morning’s headline. Well, porridge with milk and cinnamon, as we hear the news Denmark is removing MicroSoft, which is now going to be a hundred times more expensive than if they had listened to me 15 years ago. Today, the allotted task is to look into mango trees. Not for the fruit, but the fact I found a mango site with 2 million hits that says the tree can be grown from seed. If there is any chance something other than weeds will grow on my soil, it gets a try.
Further experimentation shows that mango is a tough customer, even with the meat cleaver. Forget removing the rind, but if you can expose the inner flesh, which is about the texture of raw sweet potato, the birds will peck away at it but do not find it all that tempting.
The medical record I need badly for my specialist in Florida is not ready, well, it is ready but the doctor that needs to sign off on it in Lakeland is not available. This poses problems if I can’t get that file to Miami in the next day or two. Another reminder that America is not some high-tech interconnected paradise. Allowing computers into the hands of the rank and file has created a digital chaos that can never be rectified in out lifetimes. That writes off this morning, so lets to a star scan. It is 13:15:30 GMT on June 11, 2025 and we have arbitrarily selected another star with a northern declination. This one with a name we recognize, Arcturus, at N19°06.4’.
Remembering, the stars, unlike the Sun, do not move, so I’m guessing where the geographic position is. Today, we are luck and hit land again, this time in Mauritania. Makes sense, as 13:15 is just past noon in England, which is mostly northward. However, let’s zoom in as it looks like the middle of a desert. It is, trackless desert, I had to zoom out from 3 meters to 500 to even recognize the pattern of sand dunes. Some features are named on the map which disappear when zoomed in, so the nearest place that looks like inhabitation is Nema in the southeast.
It is large for desert settlements, at population 20,000 and another 80,000 in rural proximity. Never heard of the place. It is connected to the outside world by a single “Road of Hope”. Didn’t we see a documentary a while ago about some guy riding on the only railway line in the area? The place gets 9” of rain per year and Wiki says it is valued for “country living”. A meteor in 1970 left a mile-wide crater in the area. Otherwise, that is it for Nema. Sounds like short for nematode.
I’m watching a somewhat creepy movie online, “Battleship”. It’s not what I though, rather a bit of a chronicle of sailor problems and the personality and wagging ass of the admiral’s daughter. It is billed as sci-fi, so that keeps me watching. So far, it is bleeding heart, mostly about those who can’t adapt. I’m not tall, so my sport is not basketball. I’m not tough, so my sport is not boxing. I’m not handsome, so I’m not a model. It just seems to me if I can adapt to my limitations, other people should try it. There is something inherently wrong with building special arenas so legless people can play soccer. The Hawaiian scenery is great. I’ve seen bits of this movie before.
Later, I wonder if my back problem has altered my sleep pattern these past few years. Now I think I was tossing around at night. And since I habitually get up at 5:30AM, then go back to sleep, I never connected the two. Since the injections, I see a closer link and I lost today sleeping close to twenty wonderful deep hours. Now I’ll be awake late.
And be awake Saturday, when the libtards of America have announced a nationwide protest schedule. Their claim is Trump is a terrorist for deporting the illegals. Like most, I wonder where the Democrats get so much money to pull these things off. I first heard the term VAIDS today, referring to people suffering auto-immune conditions from the vaccine. I have so far “lost” $202 on my Z-boxes. Another chemical spill in the Atlantic Northeast.
Denmark is serious about chucking MicroSoft and has blasted the cloud for the same reasons this blog did so long ago.
Marble quarry.
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My sleep pattern is disrupted, so I used some time to read up on back injuries, which brought me to an old topic, why did I not go into medicine? Every person I know who did, including nursing aids, all did it for the money. For me, money was the barrier. I did not know one could become “half a doctor”, say, and branch off into radiology or similar. It was a seven-year all-or-nothing commitment of $50,000 (in my day) and I knew of no place to get that kind of money. I knew I was the poorest kid on campus. I could commit only to one semester at a time in an area where I could get a job with partial knowledge, namely computers.
Couple that with needles, lot’s of people claim fear of needles. I do not fear them, for me that is a stock phrase. I have a supreme dislike for them. I’ve also been around medical texts enough to know I do not like reading them. I forget the terminologies minutes after I read them, but I can pick up an accounting or computer text and be correcting errors in five minutes.
It says here several options will ripen mangoes, including just placing them in a cardboard box covered with newspaper. That’s the one I will try. I don’t think I was clear about just how many mangoes the neighbor as. At least a ton. MSNBC, another leftoid operation that rarely gets past my filters has broadcast that the immigration riots are peaceful, joyful, and a celebration. You see, they say, that the protests are “mellow” because where there is violence, those are not protestors, but rioters. Get your definitions straight. And the reason you don’t see any peaceful protests is because they happen in parts of town “not frequented by the metropolitan elite”. There you go.
It figures, I’m wide awake and wondering if there is anything to do in town. The answer is no, but I’m still wondering. Let’s do the wrong thing and check the Internet. I see my old motorcycle law firm has taken up the cause of rabbit rescue. Rabbit hoarding is, they say, a worldwide problem. I recall seeing the empty radio club building at the air museum a while ago, how I see they are active and moved meetings to a big church by the lake. (Hollingsworth Lake). It’s a big club, I see they support entire community projects. As usual, they have a website but nobody with the lerts to maintain it. No updates since 2009 and their mostly-pictures blog shows a 100% male membership.
The “Girls Just Wanna Have Fun” club has 141 members who list themselves as a support group. The pic of the organizer shows she weighs 100 pounds more than I do. There’s a “small talk” club of 31 members, for those who can’t get enough. Too bad that continuing education courses are now just another college sales pitch.
And for those who want to get around without actually moving around, there is “Girls Night In”, a teleconference operation who stress that to remain relaxed and comfortable, you can leave your computer camera off. I’d be happy to find a good old-fashioned coffee club that does not have “wellness” or “anxietyhelp” in the title. I see a cluster of meeting pins up near that Karaoke spot I went to meet weird Peggy. There seems to be a large organization called “Lakeland” that interferes with every search for local options. For example, here is an ad for a sheet metal bending course if you want to drive to Alabama.
There is a small theater troop in Winter Haven but I know supporting the arts is expensive. Where is that boat tour I saw on the billboard? They allow walk-ons if there is space, and by the looks of central Florida this summer, there will be space. As usual, there is little to do in Florida except eat, drink, gamble, and screw. Before I came to Florida, I used to take courses for the hell of it. Can’t do that any more, you know, show up, slap your $35 on the table, and take the course. Now it is all about getting you on file with picture ID and proof of residency and signing you up for a useless degree by feeding you phony hiring statistics.
ADDENDUM
Later, I cancelled plans to go out, but I’ll reconsider if I experience improvement by Friday. There is that line-dancing club in Auburndale, but I hesitate over their cashless system. They want your credit card only, even to get in the door. They will not accept anonymous cash cards, so what are they up to?
I could not have known in advance, but it seems I’m now living in a location that is ten miles further away from things than I care. I still have my travel budget, but still nobody to come along for the ride. That was my worst youthful miscalculation. You’d think with the surplus of older women it would be easy to find great companionship. And all you had to do was sift out the players. Then you find out, after age 29, there are nothing left but players. I fully realize that is a two-way street.
Tuesday, June 10, 2025
June 10, 2025
One year ago today: June 10, 2024, today $175k seems cheap.
Five years ago today: June 10, 2020, Korean bibles & large print.
Nine years ago today: June 10, 2016, an implication of durability?
Random years ago today: June 10, 2004, at the Ocean Reef.
I’ve been millenialized. For no apparent reason, the text toolbar has disappeared from my Word screen. That includes the insert picture from file command. After 35 minutes wasted and another 30 on-line, I cannot find the solution. Just a lot of crap about reinstalling Microsoft. I’ll get it, Redmond, but you people are nothing but assholes and childred of assholes. It’s not that the commands disappear, but that you are still building a system where they still can. We all love MicroSoft instructions that tell you to click on a button that isn’t there.
This is leftover lumber from a production run. It is the end-pieces after the final bottom plate is cut. I’m accumulating quite a bit of it, so now is the time for a little creative thinking. Help me out here. One plan is I’d like to make the two bottom pieces the same size. At this time they are just what can be cut to fit. It would involve adding a step that we won’t know until we try. If the end result is a better looking box, it would still be a go-head.
Here’s a hearty pancake and pork chop breakfast. Almost. I ran out of pancake mix, so completed the batter with some corn flour and a little blueberry muffing powder. The result was this delicious bannock-like concoction the size of the pan. You don’t have to add anything to my pancakes, the butter and maple flavor is included. To make them even sweeter, the overhead says silver nosed up to $36.96 today. This is serious business for banks, who base their silver trading on $30 to $33 per ounce. A run on silver will kick their asses if people try to trade their certificates for the metal.
The neighbor’s trees are again bending over with weight of fruits. He gives it away by the basketful, but it is my least favorite. Mangos. He’s got the ones that
Funny how memory works. In 1968 when I was only thinking of joining a band, I hear a weird song called “Pictures of Matchstick Men”, and have only hear it a few times since. I only like the unusual lead break and the chord progression. Yet five minutes ago I picked up the bass and played a complete solo version, including the double stops for the chording.
In other music news, Roberto played a party and was well received. To me, it is stage time and that is his only big shortfall. He still thinks you have to be a good guitarist, but his taking that gig shows he’s picked up a lot from the Prez & I about the real goal of putting on a show. I reminded him I am happy to join any house gigs. I like them as promo and you never know who you will meet there.
“After The Sunset” makes it strange to see Woody Harrelson trying serious roles. Let’s find a star and then go build some boxes. Navigation may seem like voodoo, but what is happening is I am locating a position on Earth directly underneath a random star. I am not finding my location, that is a separate step. I cannot see starts except in twilight and it is noon here. Often the star I seek is on the other side of the planet and I can’t see it from here. It 04:52:11 GMT. I know the Sun is almost overhead here. I have not chosen any star yet, but will try for one with a north declination with hopes of increasing my odd of hitting land. See Addendum.
Speaking of hitting, since this blog has no index, I’ll repeat one of the ways I had so many women in my prime that I no longer even look for them, exception Taylor Swift. When I was in university I had no money of amps and guitars, much less a vehicle to move them around in. I walked until I was nearly 22. But I was not blind, I quickly learned that while young women were in total demand, the women learned that the good men were rarely the ones in their vicinity.
What I used to do was go to the library and grab every women’s magazine that I cold with an article about where to meet good men. There is a codicil here, that most of these articles are for women and men, not for teens. You will do a lot of eliminating over dunce things like “the engineering department” and “fishing clubs” where the women are quickly discovered. If I want to meet old women, I’ll walk my dog in the park instead of the exploration trails.
So, where did I go to meet good women when I was so young and broke. First choice is the library—but I don’t mean in the escape literature aisle. Next, sign up for a course you would not normally take, but avoid the obvious cooking or sewing classes because all you will meet are deadbeats and leftovers. Take a basic guitar course, or look for unusual club meetings where the first easy meets attract curious females. I’ve mentioned typing, but I’ve had success in bookstores. Since I have the gift of gab, I’ve never “grown weary of the bar scene”. My favorite tactic isn’t a tactic. At a café or bookstore or pub, take out a binder and begin writing a letter. You will not only get approached, you will keep in contact with old friends.
1972 college girls.
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The Tampa heat index was 96°F and the summer heat won’t go away even at night until December. I worked out in the shed for a couple hours to find my back returned to the same pain level. The clinic instruction were clear, it can take up to a week to get the benefit. The good news is the return is slower and stops instantly when I sit down. Which I am doing right now because I followed my pre-box-production work rule. That is—unless you get tired, work only until you make a dumb mistake. Trust me, that means call it off for the day. Here are the three lovely boxes I was to use for two new trials, but stopped. Can you see the mistake? Of course not.
There is more to this. The pickets are bought four at a time, and transported from the car to the shed as a matching set. All four cuts are done at the same time, as are the drill-holes. The price of four boxes is carefully entered into the accounts. The four cut pieces are lined up near the assembly table. They are them placed in side by side to dry. When I went to place them, only three boxes. I know, that is impossible, I am the only one who can get into the shed. An object that size does not just disappear. But I can’t find it in five minutes of looking, so I obeyed my rule. I stopped for the day. Festus starts in an hour anyway.
It will turn up. I recall fitting the bottom panel extra carefully on that unit. It will show up, there is nothing inside that it can be under or behind, and I did not step away from the workbench until all four were completed. Later, after Festus, we found some good news for the day, starting with the box, and the answer was right under your nose. Literally, look up at this morning’s pic of the surplus slats. I set the finished boxes on the floor beside the bench. If enough of these slats fall off the end, they can bury a box.
The second bit of good news is the Yeti battery. I’ve kept it on the passenger seat, but it really needs its own small shelf. Well, guess what it fits handily inside a standard Golden Ratio Z-box? I need it to stand on the passenger seat floor, where there is still plenty of room for legs unless I start hauling Whoopi-types around. The boxes stack like shelves, so that is a problem solved, plus the Yeti liked to slide off the seat on hard braking. Now it can stay on the floor. My plan is to modify a standard box so the Yeti plugs and jacks are accessible. It is best to power on only the plugs in use.
ADDENDUM
Told ya, Trump was gradually testing the loyalty of the authorities. First send in ICE, then the National Guard, and now the Marines. And our chosen star is Alioth, because it has a declination of N55.8496° and at the time above, it was situated at W127.6592°. We are in British Columbia, 40 miles east of Stewart, which is just about on the Alaskan border. There is a nearby lake, Meziadin, which has a glacier and a 66 bay RV park (with Internet) and you thought this blog was boring. BC says the park is well-loved.
Monday, June 9, 2025
June 9, 2025
One year ago today: June 9, 2024, on day one.
Five years ago today: June 9, 2020, that Etch-a-Sketch thing.
Nine years ago today: June 9, 2016, I begin moving in.
Random years ago today: June 9, 2008, there aren’t any.
Food, says here all good blogs have a food feature. I’ll get to that, this morning was taken up by a flurry of contacts and arrangements. It is as boring as it sounds, but this is a journal meant to record the superlative events of the day. And this was it. The snag is they slated me for a procedure five days ago. Then I received a communication to cease one of my prescriptions seven days ago. As all my dosages are the minimum, they decided to go ahead after 96 hours. By this time, I had no window to arrange for a ride.
Here is the letter with the city map, off to South America. $6.60 since a map is not a letter, but a “document”. I’m on the last chapters of “Flying Tigers”, which was intense for its time. I remain impressed by the tiny details. I’m watching the dated-stamped acting of “After the Sunset: but find the script-writing is first class. Now I have to see him steal that diamond. My guess is he will let somebody else steal it, then steal if from him. Ha, “financially-procured female companionship”.
In fact, I’ll tell you the rub with these computer delays. It’s the MRI that’s been in the blog lately, the scan I have such hopes for. One medical meeting depends on the results. I ran into two four-day delays that made that impossible. One reason I chose my current clinic was they had cleared my insurance for no co-pay. So what could go wrong? Easy, they didn’t mention their records department, who own that image, are a separate company. I think the clerk, Danny, is pocketing cash a nd they want an extra $25 for the CD. So I went in last week and paid it. What else could go wrong?
The clerks at the main office are trained to accept money for co-pay, and presumed that was the purpose of my $25. Records say they have to send somebody over there to get it. After that, there is a 72-hour waiting period.
This, folks, is why in America, the most modern of societies, the inventor of the real Internet, and home of SpaceX, still plods along at medieval speeds. A bright spot was the say my e-boxes perfectly hold sheets of flat paper. Most of my computer records are not scans, it indexes of where things are stored. And thanks to the boxes, I now have some of the best organized messes ever.
You know, I don’t recall Augusta, Georgia. I’ve driven through it, maybe stopped for gas, but draw a blank about any seeing or doing. Word has just arrived Trump is sending 500 Marines to Los Angeles. Methinks he is test the waters. First ICE, then the National Guard, now the Marines. Each level is demonstrating they will follow Trump, not the woketard left. If this is a gamble, Trump is now holding the winning cards.
Google is again messing with privacy settings. I am supposed to be in Poland but I see they have me narrowed down to North Carolina, where I first opened 50 accounts, all using each other as a big circular reference. I’ve long since sold most of those in South America, but that is still disturbingly close a hit. (My records show it was only 48 accounts.)
Crooked River, Oregon.
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This afternoon was totally unique for me. I’m back from the clinic and my first round of steroid shots. As ever, I’ll give my perspective, if you want more, there’s the Internet. This is also the first needles I’ve had. They were two hours late getting started, the procedure was done in around twelve minutes. Even with the novocaine, there is a reason they strap you to the table. Twice a pain came through that nearly put me out. Otherwise it is some pressure and you can feel the needles.
Be ready to sign a dozen release forms, including one just before stating you are ready for it. Breaching all security rules, this is a photo where the four needles went in. Harumph, when I was young and sexy, I never had any freckles on my back. I took the liberty of bending the rules so that some day the world will lament this missed opportunity to nearly see my butt-crack.
A lot can be gleaned from these forms, mainly that they don’t get many patients in there like me. Yes, I worked right up to an hour before I arrived. Reading their brochure, I was prepared to spend the full three recommended hours in the recovery room. They released me after twenty minutes to drive home. By this time I’m famished and thirsty, it’s past 4:00PM. I have a lengthy checklist for symptoms every two hours. Other than a pain on my right side neck lasting three minut es, which was one of the items on the list, I’m good to go. Drove home in the rain and bought a whole tray of thin-sliced pork chops and a family-size can of baked beans with maple sauce. Chilled, with sour cream. All gone by 5:30PM.
I’ve kept the checklist every two hours, reporting nothing. No symptoms, no side effects. I felt mildly warm, but that is not on the list. The rain stranded me in the parking lot while so I listened to more of my detective tale. It’s another plot full of cop-think, where everybody is a suspect and those who don’t go along with it are put on a list. There is one unintentional sub-plot I picked up on. Lars, the widower, complains about how all the little old ladies are now crowding him, as in knocking on his door in the morning to ask if he needs “any help eating breakfast”.
The chuckle is the book and other characters make automatic fun of Lars, but I believe him. It is only men who have never gotten much of the real thing that cannot and dare not believe it could ever happen to other men. Right, Elliott? Old ladies I have ignored for years are suddenly just being naturally concerned, helpful, nuturing, and deeply interested in my emotional state. All beta males would say that is all ordinary--when it happens to you. I would remind any new readers that my episodes have been documented many times. I meet women everywhere I go.
I repeat that until I was 23 I did not know you didn't date yet another slim, sexy blonde babe any time you wanted. I did not even begin to notice the declining availability of babes until I was 24. Ah, but the behavior of other men has not changed. They thought I lying and I thought they were lying. I figured they must only be saying they could not get women as a cover up of their "harems". Since age 28 my thinking has changed and theirs has not. They still think I must be lying while I know they were telling the absolute truth. Which is that they never got any when it counted and today still pay for any them do get, usually via marriage, the highest price of all.
Why, Lars must be making it all up, imagining things, he’s suffering the spotlight effect. But I accept the majority of men really cannot see it when it happens. My theory is it never happens to them so they develop a blindness to the way non-stripper/hooker women move in for the kill. Few of their egos could deal with it. I actually know a few who have been to so many strip bars that they have no clue when women behave aggressively for any other reason.
It is 6:00PM with no side-effects. The card say it can take up to five days for the treatment to work. Not for me. I planned to take it easy but found I had to put more effort nn that than was saved, that is, for me it is more work to do nothing. I found myself reaching for plates and bending over to pick things up within hours. If pain can be said to feel heavy, I have a light feeling across the lower back. However, the tired feeling remains after just a few minutes. They applied some stiff bandaging they want left on for 24 hours. I’ll keep you posted, you know it.
Later, following orders and a super-checklist handed to me as I walked to my van, it is now 8 hours later and I have no adverse reactions other than a mild tightness around the neck. I have strict orders to take two days off. So I bought enough lumber for eight boxes, four of each. I’m toying with the idea of an ebox with a sliding lid. They have proven excellent for keeping letter-sized documents and cutting a groove is a small step up from a regular box.
At 10 hours, a mild pain on the left, below the ear. Less intense than the first, but lasting around ten minutes. I have no dietary restrictions but stop all blood thinners, which means aspirin for me. I have more orders to drink lots of water, my “own weight in water”, but I’ve never been able to force myself past my own thirst limit. Water still has that slight cardboard taste so I’ve been downing Jumex, coffee, soda, and grape juice. By late evening the only way I could drink anything when I was not thirsty was to tackle those three bottles of YuengLing that have been in the fridge since last month.
It’s been half a day and already I find myself moving around without thinking. This can only do good for my weight. There’s some link between the soreness and weak feeling, they arrive at the same time. My hope is that when the pain subsides, my core energy will return.
ADDENDUM
What gives? I vaguely remember a bassist named Tony from Tampa, was it? Now I see a tour group from Bowling Green saying he’s quitting and they want a replacement. A tour group? From Bowling Green, which is not big enough to hold a kazoo contest. Their profile says a lot of AC/DC. My touring days are long over, I never liked staying out late long before I went grey. The summer unemployed guitar player tsunami is upon us. So many of them these days have that ex-con look.
So, how was your Monday?
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