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Thursday, November 10, 2011

November 10, 2011

           Who remembers the $32 I paid for my Parallax sensor? Up at Home Depot I spotted this laser sonic rangefinder. You point the laser at your target and the sonic beam measures the distance. Months ago I toyed with the idea of duplicate sensors and nixed it due to expense. Although in this case the laser doesn’t feed anything back, the concept is reawakened. This device sells for $12. I’ll use what I save to get a decent camera.
           I was seeking ideas of how to use multiple sensors. Just a thought, but if I could aim the sonic sensor by increments until if found a target more than a predetermined distance away, it would shine a laser on that target and use an infrared sensor to move toward it, continually correcting any error. I have the technological know-how to do this.
           Talk about your interesting parallels. The Bin Laden book delves into how the logistics of the terrorist training camps is set up as interlocking parts. What I found fascinating is that Bin Laden finally settled on a system extremely similar to that used by tax evaders. Furthermore, the US agencies used the same tactics to look for him as they would a tax cheat. Bin Laden likely learned this monkey business via his father in the construction trade. Thus, when this or that terrorist cell is rounded up, it has almost zero net effect on operations.
           Yep, I’m looking forward to my Apple computer in the near future. This one is laced up with the “famoussearch.com” virus that hijacks your browser. I got it from looking at music lyric sites and it sailed through my Symantec anti-virus. This is the virus that keeps opening random sites every few minutes until your system become saturated. It’s not that it happens, but that Microsoft still builds a system so primitive that it can.
           Another item off my list is “Jade Dragon” soy sauce. One taste and I discovered that they can make artificial soy sauce out of corn syrup. This, while there is still no decent butter, chocolate, or fresh cream flavoring on the market. That’s right, I want a zero-calorie zero-cholesterol product that tastes exactly like fresh cream to put in my coffee. No, I don’t mean that hazelnut crap or that liquified coffeemate. I mean something that tastes real. Or at least something I could put in my Carnation that spruces it up to that standard.
           Nor did I win the lottery. Left to my own resources, I buy one ticket for the entertainmnet when the jackpot is over $25 million. The lotto scam perpetuates other scams; witness all the places on line that want to charge you for the free winning numbers. And flalottery.com is no better in that their presentation of the numbers if horrible. Why can’t they [at least] design it to look like a lottery ticket?
           I measured out the back yard and it is big enough for an 8x16 foot shed. With a little spade work, I could enlarge that to 8x20, but the office may get touchy. Nonetheless, I want my work out of the living room, I want a workshop that can handle larger tools and projects, and something worth air conditioning in the summer. As it stands, I can’t schedule my productive time. Today was a perfect day, maybe the fourth in the eleven years I’ve been here. Cloudless, with a cool breeze. But I had to burn it up heading out to 84 to pick up some medicine.
           The indecisive lady at BK is really in for some trauma. Her hot water tank busted open. This is not only going to involve making many decisions, they have to be made fast and in the correct order. I wonder if she’d let me charge admission. I’m not being snarky, I have to make decisions myself. Like just an hour ago, for my spaghetti, was it going to be tomato or cheese sauce? I went for half a cheese and half tomato mix. Hey, if I can learn to cook, women can learn to change a water tank. They keep saying they do all the hard work, so let’s watch.
           Weird movie of the week is “Burrowers”. I doubt you’ll watch it so the plot is these underground monsters eat buffalo until the white man killed them all. By 1889 they start eating humans. The US Army attributes missing settlers to Indians who are the only ones who know how to kill the beasts. The plot is a little thin and nobody wins. The flesh-eating ogres have since emerged out of the ground and moved to Maryland.