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October 11, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 11, 2025, 130% in a month.
Five years ago today: October 11, 2021, WIP
Nine years ago today: October 11, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: October 11, xxxx, WIP

           Dead calm, high humidity, this is a day for lasers. I wrote letters while looking over the latest offerings. Thanks to nobody, I can now read the lingo and know what to look for. And I am very partial to Wainlux products, my K10 has never let me down. New features I like are how once a pattern is loaded, the unit can be disconnected from any device and operated separately. For more detail, see addendum.

           Another MSM “whoops”. They’ve been awful smug about being immune from reporting lies and hoaxes, but this latest investigation is something they had not anticipated. By collectively agreeing to not broadcast White House press news (to protest the banning of fake news reporters), the big stations may have run afoul of anti-trust laws. Relax, it is DOJ pretending to work. There will be investigation but no charges or arrests.

           Here’s a shot of the Yeti subject to yet another test. Yes, it is a nice compact unit, but designed by a millennial. It weighs around ten pounds without the power cables. But without those cables it is ten pounds of dead weight. And those cables are designed to be lost, stepped on, broken, and left behind. The solution is to make a special wooden box which negates all the advantages of the weight saved by using separate charging cables. It fits almost exactly in a Z-box, without the chargers. A whole new box has to be built for just that.
           Noon approaches with no wind. But also no news the storm is moving north and away, so I’ll slate today for taking a much close look at costs. An F-box uses less than half the materials as a Z-box, but sells for 60% of the projected cost. But those materials are harder to procure and can be a struggle to work with. It’s an unglamorous study of the sort that one overlooks at one’s own financial peril.

           I avoid tuna. Maybe once or twice every five years. I laughed to hear all those who spent extra to get tuna packed in olive oil wasted their money. The labels are misleading but not illegal, there is almost no olive oil in the cans. Is this a good time to mention the news out of Tampa is the Democrats are not just out of money and begging, they are demanding people give money, sending potential donors a memo they must give before October 22.
           More talk radio out of Tampa, but I’ll give them credit for avoiding hurricane-talk this morning. I have some advice for men considering dating older or divorced women. They will talk about why they broke up, but avoid telling you why she chose such a loser in the first place. You might want to find that out before you dive in too deep. The water is pretty goddam shallow.
           My word puzzle this morning did not go well. It’s not beating the champs, it’s how many I beat. Today is was only 36. These are British English phrases and they have lately been full of sports terms I would not be expected to know. So test yourself. Am I dumb for not knowing what a match point is, or did it require 37 champions before one beat me.

Picture of the day.
Bavarian schoolgirls.
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           The smallest box, that is the button box, would be the easiest to ship. It used brad nails, which are cheap enough. With that dang hurricane just over the horizon, I used the day to run some numbers. And to locate some 1” crown staples, the correct length for the Fake box. But also the hardest to find and most expensive. This is the strangest phenomenon in capitalism, that the most common and in demand be the hardest to get. Yet, over the past five or so years, there are always stockouts.

           It ranges from 100W light bulbs to the 2-lb bags of rice. In a true free market, there would be no recurring shortages. Here is a box of the 1” size which passed the 1ȼ each barrier. A box of 1,000 is $12.26. They are $8 for a similar box at Harbor Freight, but you have to add in the time wasted going there when they don’t have any. DeWalt is Home Depot, a quality brand, but you pay for it.
           An F-box requires 26 staples. The 7/8 won’t hold and the 1-1/4 will poke through. Total materials, which are wood, glue, and staples, are less than 50ȼ per unit, but it’s a fool who doesn’t know exactly. For any non-accountant types out there, every manufactured article has three inputs. Materials, labor, and overhead. GAAP says you cannot charge for your own time, so the unknown is the time spent. That includes the time to do these calculations, and to write to you about it.

           By mid-afternoon, the storm has gone without once hearing Tampa radio call it a torrent. Wow, lucky me. I must get to emptying ashes from the burn barrel, which I meant to sift. I’m careful to not throw any boards with nails into the fire, but shown here is a small handful from the top showing all kinds of hardware finds its way in there. I never got around to building the sifter. I often wondered if an old paper shredder could be used to grind up larger pieces of ash. Note to myself, this is the number of nails from a single gallon of the ashes. And that 55 gallon drum is almost full. The ashed must be ground up or cannot be spread. I am planning to experiment on a portion of the front yard where nothing grows but kudzoo.

           Before I let you go, my spell of extra energy is over, dwindling back to the same level as last month. That’s around 45%. One, and the only one, consolation is that we now know it can happen. Over the past few days I watched some the A.I. documentaries that have taken over youTube. I chose several on topics I know something about, like naval battles, metals, and aircraft. It’s freaky. The A,I is methodical and never misses a single important point. Some layer of society is in for it.

           Next, it took just twenty minutes reading to figure out MicroSoft’w next move. I’m not the only one noticing the lack of “new” Window releases. What is Redmond up to? My guess all along is to switch all computers over to user-pay subscription services. But, that cuts them off from a sizeable market share who (like myself), who shun any software that requires identification. That is just plain stupid. So, the MicroSoft plan requires enforcement, which they do not have. Until A.I. appeared.
           The Democrats are beyond desperate. Now they are trying to block public announcements that portray Trump in a favorable light. The claim is the ads (around $20 million worth) were paid for by misallocated border patrol funds. Nobody doubts that Democrats know such funny stuff when they see it. I can’t tell what specific material they are shouting over, they could be political ads. I don’t know, I’m not tuned to that channel. The important part is they are only picking on the pro-Trump ads. Not a great idea at this point. No election platform, just “get Trump”.

ADDENDUM
           I am very aware a good laser would replace the four saws I now use. They also scorch the wood. A 20W laser, around $1,000, will cut 12mm of plywood. But that does not tell me how that compares with fence panel wood. And that’s the small pickets, the larger pickets are 16mm thick. Some features I like are the autofocus and internal camera. Right now, I eyeball everything and some of the mistakes are hilarious. I have no honeycomb table and my desk pullout has the scars of many burn-throughs.
           The compromise appears best with the 20W, you are only interested the speed and accuracy. Above 20W you get a “fuzzier” cut which appears to be from way the mirrors or prisms focus the beam. The depth of cut seems limited to 1/4 inch, above which most videos switch to something I don’t have. A CNC router. I may try a fine-tooth plywood blade to get a better cut.

           The newest units have a built-in flame detector, but I would still not leave the machine unattended. It is not that easy to find on-line demos that actually show a 20W beam cutting a long, narrow slice of wood. Such gems are not omissions in XYZville, the douchebags are hiding something. It’s how they roll.
           Once again be awed at the ease I can ask the mighty Internet minions a valid question that stumps the lot of them. Try this. I don’t want a laser that cuts fancy shapes. Is there a laser that just cuts the end off a piece of lumber? Fingers on your buzzers. I heard data centers compared to being digitally strip-searched. Good, maybe they will learn.

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October 10, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 10, 2025, “no slop for you”.
Five years ago today: October 10, 2021, pallets, scooter, spuds.
Nine years ago today: October 10, 2017, first driverless semi trip.
Random years ago today: October 10, 2013, the Colorado circuit.

           I bought this gizmo at the Thrift thinking it was a speaker, but it was a clock when I took it apart. Before we continue, it has been a dead calm all morning, so I will tour the yard after sunup, in case we are in for it. Hurricane Isis (not a typo and screw you weather bureau, go be woketards someplace else) makes landfall about now.and I’m seriously thinking of walling in all my lean-tos over this wind damage nonsense. The clock stunned me because of the precise assembly and perfect accuracy of pieces too small to be hand-held. This $4.99 MSRP gadget was a marvel in itself.

           This was designed and built by the robots. If you see imperfections on the pieces, it is on the camera lens. I didn’t keep any pieces, they were one of thousands. I took this photo at around 50x to reveal the intricate and exact neatness showing how far some of us have fallen behind. No way a human did this, and this article was years old when I found it. Who is to say what A.I. will turn this into?
           I’m considering a change to my Picture of the Day feature. The links expire, which is the readers incentive to check in regular, or miss something. They are also the single largest part of this blog that has any potential for copyright troubles. I abide by the court decision that copying such material is infringement, but merely pointing at it (like a link) is not. It’s a fool who argues this blot is anything other than entertainment or education, but the supply of fools grows exponentially with our welfare society. What to do?

           There you go, the last week caught up with me, but I paced myself and I’m doing okay. Energy at 50%, marginally better than before. So that’s improvement. No word from the guitar player as I continue to apply custome bass lines to old Croce tunes. This, I cannot do without thinking of Sweet Judy. I wonder whatever happened to her. I did try, as promised, to contact her on her 50th birthday. After than that, nothing. She could be a great-grandmother by now. If I recall, we broke up about this time of year, 52 years ago.
           Another distinct memory of the time was how “dumb” I seemed to people because I did not watch television. I could not follow their humor, nor they mine—but they had become a permanent majority. See addendum for history. My 50% energy does not measure motivation. I still managed a breakfast of jelly on sliced hard roll toasts, grits with cheese and chicken chunks, an apple, and three cups of coffee.

           Lest we forget, I’ve still got the tail end of the Karaoke flu, and that’s been nagging for days. It chose this morning to give me some last trouble. Deep-chest expectorant coughing. Cancel my trip into town. The Reb called to tell me to cancel because the rain has already hit Tennessee. And you can leave the Reb in charge. Untrusting of cold medicine, I took a “sinus congestion” tablet, a half-dose. And it’s purging my whole respiratory tract. I’m staying put.
           Part of it is I promised the Reb to take it slow. Here I am. I located a file of old pet pictures from the late teens and sent them. One trait of that gal is she does not, like some, attach any overboard nostalgia to these things. Keeps things light. Hours later, here I am, on the streaming computer, looking for a movie. My chest is loosening up and I made a quart of lime-ade y’day to keep hydrated. Now, if only I had some popcorn. This was my American Saturday morning.
           Wait, there is one more thing. The Democrats are begging for money. No more NGO kickbacks. The Republicans have hundreds of millions while the Democrats are trolling for $17 million to contest a few spots where the contest is close and they stand to lose easily. Odd behavior for a party that is normally floating in cash by the midterms.

Picture of the day.
Congo coltan mining.
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           Ever heard of “Blonde Facism”, it’s on TikTok (Scrolling with Hayley). Blondeness is now a far-right political statement. Quote, it is an American ideal that signals purity and traditionalism. There are shades of color, such as “MAGA blonde” associated with Republican politics, “Sweeney blonde” means racial supremacy, and “dumb blonde” is used to give other races inferiority by something called body propaganda. Gawd, what does this mean for my blue, blue eyes? Note that most blondes do not stay blonde into adulthood. By age 28, I was mostly a dusty brown. By 48, I was white. Not grey, white.

           Having the time, I took a look at an operating system. I know they are there but not how they work. I learned they are two-part. One is the memory system, which surprised me that I have always understood how that works, with addressing and memory locations on a grid. I would warn that this is a complex topic and my interest is partly because that is where the concept of Arduino libraries come from, a type of computer coding that relies on subroutines written by others. (I believe most of them should be hard-coded or at least subject to very stringent standards.) A good example of why libraries are a screw-up is the original IBM/DOS copy command. There were at least 8 versions of it, none of which would do what you expected.
           Nor can I find any of the original “real” assembler languages. I last did this brand of programming in the late 1980s. The newer versions are not assembler, but higher-level mostly crap. In my book all assembler commands are 4 characters with one command per line. I’m encountering something new to me, called HLA for High Level Assembler. It looks like COBOL. Later, I found a version called Netwide with four-letter command lines, so I’ll read that.

           Trump is holding massive rallies, once again just showing up is enough. Yet, the legacy media is still insisting the other side is winning. In Tennessee, Trump announced that 25 million illegals will never get amnesty to a crowd roaring approval. That is the number let in under Biden and about half the total illegals. One person in six is here illegally and these midterms could spell the end for them. They are being cut off all government services, which is also a scary reminder that all Americans have become too dependent on that.
           Later, I read up on assembler language (noting today’s authors interchange ‘assembler’ and ‘assembly’, bringing back an early fascination I had with my Apple computer. I recall most the immense effort needed to understand relative and offset addressing, which is second nature today—and how gamers find it easier to grasp.

ADDENDUM
           I still have thousands of unsold tubes in my shed. Many are 1950s manufacture, which I find an amusing reminder of how most people are followers. TV had been invented long before it became popular in the 50s, but what changed? I often marveled at the set of tubes inside a television cabinet. I did not know they were a spillover from the war. In 1945, pretty much the entire tube industry was producing for the military. I read somewhere they were cranking out 100 million a year when the war ended.
           It was find something to do with all that capacity, or wither. Wartime radio demand as maxed within 36 months after the war ended, but radio did not have the potential or require as many tubes. I had notice the inside of TVs had much the same set of sockets—but we were constantly warned that there was lots of dangerous electricity in there.
           We were the last people in town to get a TV, not through any objections, rather because my parents were that cheap. Yes, it was the era of three channels, mostly golf and baseball, and signing off the air at 10:00PM. I witnessed two phenomena. How farm kids knew about “news” faster than I did. And how instantlymy siblings became addicted to television. Many times I saw my parents smiling at the others fighting over the channel, not aware these little bastards were seriously trying to harm each other.
           Some may conclude my non-watching of television was due to lack of access or exposure. Wrong. I grew up surrounded by television. I rejected it for what it was—a waste of life.

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October 9, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 9, 2025, so-called experts.
Five years ago today: October 9, 2021, a power outage.
Nine years ago today: October 9, 2017, a nasty 105°F.
Random years ago today: October 9, 2024, mine bought a farm.

           I don’t watch TV (they still make those things?) but that does not mean I’m against them. Stupid people need constant distraction, and besides, a planned watch is a different animal. Festus is scheduled, not surfed. I may go out that day to watch the execution, make a celebration of it. The morons have started the protests already, saying it is “un-Christian”. Others protest the public nature of it, but it seems to me the killer executed his victims in public. Either way, let me mark the calendar.

           Tomorrow I have been officially happy for ten years. I had moved in here but not quite settled, and this is the first house I’ve bought in decades that I actually lived in, and bought for myself, not for investment. It’s a bit too big for me to upkeep, but that’s the lesser mistake. And end of this month, the place has paid for itself some ten times over in saved rent alone. The event will pass without a celebration, as my life outcome is now largely determined by what happens in Tennessee.
           My question of the day is will I ever be able to just sit down and do nothing, as is apparently the game plan for 99% of retirees? That’s born out by observation and it looks like many of them got a 30-year head start, ha-ha. The answer is no, but meanwhile here is a picture of a very common mistake. Instead of a direct explanation, it is a slow day. We’ll make a short story long. As you see, the lid cut on this unit has been cut twice on one side. Relax, I know how to fix this, but the story is how this can happen.

           First, the operator has to be distracted. For certain personality types, this is not so easy. Let’s follow the trail. This lid is one of the most precision cuts, so it often is left until later than other projects. You get better results and I don’t know why.
           Today we had several of those other projects and one was building these two boxes. This excellent view shows the dimension difference between the K-box on top and the Z-box at bottom. It does not show the K-box requires only five cuts and is build in roughly a third of the time.

           Another time-consuming step is that thumb-hole. Without it, the Z-box is difficult to pick up with one hand. This will be on the exam, pay attention. The small box is just the 4V “glovebox” drill getting coat of stain. The other boxes are for utility so they are not finished They do reflect the cleaner lines of most output these days.

           Okay, smartass, how does this relate to the cutting mistake? Well, see that thumb-hole. This box does not have a lid, and boxes with a lid are handled different. For one, the saw is across the yard and can only be used on cool, sunny days. The slice has to go across the center of the hole, so that the box is not easy to pick up unless the lid is latched. How are we doing so far? The question is now can sawing through a hole cause a distraction?

Picture of the day.
Scooptown car wash, SD.
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           It works like this. Because the box can sit a while, a month is not uncommon, for its turn to be cut, it sits on a shelf. Shown here, until that slice goes through the thumb-hole, it is a dark, cool, and sheltered environment. Just right for wasps and hornets. Also shown here. It put a damper on the other work I was planning, I can't use the saw for anything else with those buggers swarming around. So I went inside to watch the Indians deny their stock market was crashing. There are a rash "Hindo genius" videos appearing on youTube. Trying to cash in on the myth that they are math whizzes. They are not, it is akin to a series of parlor tricks, that roots and squares nonsense. As for new theories, or breakthroughs, you get none.

           Trump put a stop to the biggest abusers of the H1B program, the people who brought in 10 million East Indians over the past twenty years. Who warned you about fake degrees, in case you have forgotten? The mill worked by essentially forcing the workers to send money back to India. Now that pipeline is cut off. And, along the Hindu corridors in Texas, foreclosures are soaring.
           Pink, another celebrity taking political sides, reports that being pro-Jewish is “lonelier than expected”. Polls outside of Democrat cities show they stand to lose fifty seats next month. I care less for Democrats, but I hate liberals.

           Tampa is on about the poor, sad sailors on the returning aircraft carriers. The tour was 266 days without shore leave. What part of “war” don’t these people get? What part of “volunteer”? I am opposed to married people in the military and against men with children. I don’t want to hear that 122 of the sailors “became fathers” while away.
           And the Indian stock market continues to crash despite endless, countless press releases that it is not.

ADDENDUM
           The corniest video, titled Happy Ending.

Last Laugh

October 8, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 8, 2025, early A.I. comments.
Five years ago today: October 8, 2021, gluing boards.
Nine years ago today: October 8, 2017, cheapest local bnb.
Random years ago today: October 8, 2018, Tarzan backtracks.

           This is my messy work area, showing the “beautifully organized Florida compact shelf” of spare parts, junk, and small tools. I knew you’d like it and it is one slow blog. Day. If there is any excitement today, it will have to happen while I’m at Wal*Mart. Today’s recurring theme is smaller boxes. You can see some of them here. The two at dead center are ordinary F-boxes just finished differently. They are also “off-sizes” which I’ll explain in a moment.

           Day four since my “boost” walking across the parking lot and I’ve not experienced the usual pull-back. See addendum. I flunked this morning's word quiz because I don’t know what a slip dress or a wrap dress are. But I know how to get women to take them off in a wink. More reading on early programming reveals the early problems I pointed out later had names as outfits like IBM noticed them. Remember, I was too far ahead of my time and could not find any programming jobs until after I had settled on a career. But, I’ve never lost the knack.
           Prime example is what I called “fall-through coding”. Nowadays this is the familiar “case” statement and has inherited the defect. This is where the computer is given a list of choices. When none are valid, the computer “falls through” to the next consecutive command and carries on from there. Whatever the problem might be is not visible in the list. That is an instant problem and a dangerous one. The most common consequence is years later a new coder comes along and inserts a new line of code where the old one had rested.

           This is the difference between a coder and programmer that I have stressed. The defect does not appear until usually much later when a “fall-through” occurs. The coder will argue to death it is not his fault. A programmer knows better and codes in a routine that specifies what to do when none of the cases are selected. I have always written my code this say. My point today is this has become known as “defensive programming”. Others are now getting historical credit for doing what I considered plain old common sense. They could have saved millions, maybe billions if you count probes that get to Mars and encounter something unanticipated.
           There is another topic I have written on. The abuse of punctuation as computer delimiters. Completely moronic. My article, if I ever find it, is called “There are 53 letters in the English alphabet.” Some C+ code addresses the fall-through coding by using ON_ERR command lines. But they even get that backwards by placing it before the selection list. This means an invisible error could be imported, and that the list of plausible errors is not stepped through to eliminate that source before you even go looking.

           MicroSoft has been suspended from government programs that allow the importation of workers by claiming they can’t find American candidates. Kind of like I warned 30 years ago, but let’s not dwell. I did not move fast enough to record one of the most disgusting performances possible, the Irish immigration minister dodging questions about the Algerian who stabbed children. It was a masterpiece of deflection and ducking the searchlight. And I did not move fast enough.
           Rumor has it the woman who survived the execution (an inside job) is expected to regain consciousness. This is the lady that carve a pentagram into her still-alive victim. Listen to the bleeding hearts scream for her. I say arrest the “all-woman execution team”. I’m reminded of the time the Polish soldier was asked what it is like to kill another human being. His reply was he wouldn’t know, as he had only ever killed communists.

           I correct my figure of y’day about the great wealth transfer. It will be closer to $84 trillion. That’s the amount that could pass by the entitlement bastards who mean-mouthed their parents and go directly to the grandkids. I hope it does. I began work as a paperboy at age 8 and had my own band by age 13. I’ve had millennials call me down screaming where are the equivalent opportunities for their age group. See, that’s what I’m talking about. They even think it somebody’s job to hand them the bootstraps. I saw a couple of other gems, like that commie mayor of New York getting chased down the road by his own voters.

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Amerca’s lonelinest road.
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           Life is more interesting of you can create your own nice surprises. Here is a mistake. This box should not be. I hark back twenty or so years to that stroll through Young Circle where I met the old guy who built boxes. It’s in the blog somewhere, but those were no ordinary boxes, he was asking $200 each if I recall. They were worth it, works of art. Well, this is the opposite, here is an ordinary box. With the usual catch that what it represents can’t really be seen. Hey, it’s how I write my blog, it is also not written for people over 55 or so (you may have noticed).

           This is no cigar box. The walls are 10x thicker. The captioning says the box is a mistake, in the sense that it would not normally have been built. What happened is the pieces had been cut for a different project. They were cut too short and the panel slots had already been grooved. This is semi-skilled labor so I didn’t throw them out. Much later I needed a container for spacing cards. What are those?

           They are an ordinary deck of playing or baseball cards. Then you have a saw cut too thin to move the fence, they are ideal to put a few or as many to just nudge your piece over. And I noticed these end pieces were the right size for storage. Cards like to blow around in the shed, see? And occasionally I will grab small pieces like this and test paint colors. It makes sense these pieces eventually got grabbed and make into a unit. I had no idea this would turn out.
           You cannot see the dozen wee mistakes and drill holes and uneven cuts. Most boxes have them but they are filled in or sanded away. This box is king of a revelation that I have sort of learned a lot about building smaller boxes. Nothing like the old guy, but still a lot.

           Next, another bank problem. I’m not worried in the sense that I know A.I. is combing historical bank records. They are looking for suspicious patters and there are not any. My accounts are designed to give away nothing, and that sadly is also something that A.I. might look for. I was in to town to deposit and the ATM rejected the transaction in a way I have never seen before. Not a bad transaction or a code, but a message saying access is denied. Meh, this is a PPP and I have a variety of safeguards ready to combat such nonsense. But they take time and my doggie has a sore paw now.
           Aware a hurricane is due out near the Texas coast on the weekend, I did some leisurely shopping. Bad idea, I got blasted by one of the worst storms in years. Too me until 7:00PM to get onto my street to find it is brimmed up to the level of my driveway. The drive way that is the principle depth guage in this neighborhood. My yard is level with being flooded, and mister, that is a lotta, lotta water.

           Later, my yard did not flood but it was saturated. Good thing I stocked up on hot chocolate and granny smith apples. This was one freak storm with almost no wind. That’s today’s excitement. Landscaping by semi-monsoon. Actually, for really bad yard work, nothing beats North Carolina but decide for yourself.
           The sickos in New York are now fining the Amish $2,000 per day for each unvaccinated child. A usual, it is the greedy going after the rich. The Amis farms are incredibly wealthy and the Democrats got elected by promising everybody everything for free. I really hope this represents a tipping point, but I don’t think the Republicans will do anything to stop the bad press the communists are getting this close to an election.

ADDENDUM
           It’s past 250 days and this time is already different. One would expect bouts of weakness, but each one ending in some gain. Not me, I was sinking a little worse each time and by end of September I could barely shuffle across the room. But it was not painful and my heart seemed just fine. I still have no cardiologist, but my PCP tests showed I was fine. Especially hose lengthy blood test printouts that show a comparison to what is ideal. Yet I was back at the levels of last March in the energy department. I was already working around the house by then, but I want improvement, folks.
           That is why this week gets extra coverage. The undocumented life is not worth living, they say. This week there is gain. I still tire too easily, but only to stop-what-you’re-doing tired. Not the physical exhaustion that sleep only partially cures. It’s more a sustained energy, or core energy if you would, except milder. Nonetheless, it is energy and I’m again doing many things without having to plan and strain the system. Energy level 50% but I have hit 60% at spots.

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October 7, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 7, 2025, unlimited supply.
Five years ago today: October 7, 2021, the frog moved in.
Nine years ago today: October 7, 2017, from $6 to $32.
Random years ago today: October 7, 2011, never near the magazines.

           Nothing today, except hearing the news. That Eurocrat lady wants to “supervise” people[s personal savings. Stating these accounts are a problem, she wants to put this money at “the service” of European companies. How much longer, I have to wonder. France is now a non-country, but they had fifty years to do something about it. The fake pandemic people are at it again, this time another test tube dropped again in a communist lab. In the name of “damage control”, our embarrassing “agencies” are making a stink again.

           Opting for pancakes, I settled in to read on the history of 60 cycle electricity. I’m one one of the minority who can notice 50 cycle flicker. I learned Westinghouse, the Niagara electricity guy had experimented with this. I learned 60 cycles was chosen as best for driving electrical motors. This explains why I rented several rooms in my teens that were wired only for light. And I have seen kitchens wired only for a fridge and toaster.
           Here’s you go, my outdated map showing the Gulf of Mexico. The connection here is the first hurricane of the season is incoming right there. That puts Florida at the northeast corner of the spin. If you live here long, you learn that is the “dirty” corner of the storm. Best get yourself dug in. How many boxes today? Two, both junk boxes with wood that split. They can still make functional boxes. We can do better than functional. Left unfinished, they take a laser logo really nice I also checked on some underused gear, such as the jointer. It needs setting up and I forget how.

           This is getting old, but it was another good morning that still had a few warning signals. So I took it easy and went back to sleep. That’s constructive, in a way, because I have dozens of small projects to occupy any free time slots this creates. Like today, I’m finally building a box to keep my non-USB-C cables separate. The standardization laws have made other cables increadingly rare. I have a dozen of each and acquaintance with these affairs tells me to begin guarding them preciously. Ten each is considered below replacement levels.
           Right now, I’m hauling back to idle mode because of a lingering sense of “repair” going on. This is a third good day without interruption, a streak I don’t care to upset. That’s the longest yet. No sense pushing for anything, it’s already been 250 days of mostly struggle with fatigue, so a month or two here and there is just a recess for me. I’m deep formatting some old SD cards, which takes an hour each, leaving me time to ponder that any hope of a musical career for me is sunk out of sight. The closest I’ll ever see to a hit song now rests solely with the Reb.
           My budget for fame and fortune is not depleted and I have deep faith in the Reb’s talent and ability. I’m already doubting my strength would be enough to sit in the audience and watch her show. But I do have sixty years part-time management experience at the most dramatical part of the industry, that is, getting that first big flight off the ground. I further know well before most how much these things will cost. Since I know she won’t ask, I will make the offer. I’m very aware how closely this resembles a relationship we do not have. It keeps life interesting.

           Busby, the Brit ex-soldier, has completed his 28 year walk around the world. Starting in 1998, he has managed to stroll 30,000 miles without once mentioning where he got the money to do this. He says he walked 7 hour per day, meaning his speed was less than 1/2 mile per hour or he stopped to partake in “local custom”, another expense he did not mention. Hey, I never said people who do this are wrong. I’m just noticing they never mention the obvious.
           I don’t use a lot of links because they interrupt user reading patterns. So to articles which extend beyond a page. I combat that with shorter “3-sentence” paragraphs, so if you must scroll back, you get there easier. I read some excellent articles which finally referred to these as blogging mistakes. Whew, I thought I was the only one. Other errors you won’t find here often are:

Begging for money constantly (hit that subscribe button)
Overlong preambles (I was born in a log cabin crap)
Too much jargon or tech-talk
Font-glare (or the unreadable opposite)

           I’m guilty of some bad habits, but my defense is they are habits borne of long-term immersion in the blogging effort. Often, I have no choice but to presume you’ve read what happened up to today, in general.
           Certain people are making a big deal that the lady who “programmed” the Apollo computer passed away at 90 today. I can identify with her role in leadership and organization, but I stop short at calling her a computer pioneer. Why? Because in the 1960s, it was the math, not the computer, sending men to the moon. The formulae were all worked out and coding them into a computer was a clerical job, done mostly by the office secretaries at the time. Look it up.
           It was another twenty years before MicroSoft created the mess that is called coding today. However, there is one consistency that has not changed. Coding still, sixty years later, does not require the coder to know much about the underlying process, as long as it displays “right” or produces the expected results.

Picture of the day.
Making plastic forks.
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           Total shed time to day was maybe a couple hours. I looked again at the biscuit joiner, but I’ve had poor luck with those. Bottom line, the joints are just not all that strong. Wood around here would only be joined to create larger panels than my current maximum of 5-1/2 inches. But the larger resulting pieces do not match the strength of my solid pieces. And something else has changed since the weekend. My regular appetite is returning. Top missing items (since January)? Rice. It’s been a staple since 1980.

           How about a reminder that over here, the best of the day can also mean the worst of the day. The house term for it is “superlatives”. I can feature the best photos and topics of a day, you’ve seem some pretty dismal results. But I can also go the other extreme, and this is a view of laser etching spacers. (Later, by request, that small block full of holes top of the picture is a sacrificial drilling pad, looking well-used.)

           A small box (what else) of blocks to slide under items to be etched which to not fit into the focal range of the beam, or for narrow items that would rock the assembly as the relatively heavy laser head moves around. It’s so any future Zoomers can compare it to their collection, nomsayn? After all, this is 2026.
           I get in from the shed with a craving and I still have half a bag of sticky rice from the last trip to Snapper Creek. It does not make well in a standard microwave cooker. Yes, I microwave for convenience and because the results are identical. Chicken and rice is the most common chow around here and today was a welcome back feast. I ate four cups of rice with shredded chicken and watch a documentary on mining in the Atacama. In grade school we were taught about the nitrate deposits, both in the camps and the bird guano 200 feet deep.

           We were also taught that Europe was cruelly responsible for the bad government and failures when the market collapsed once Germany learned to extract nitrogen from the air. I wanted to see the abandoned mining camps where the desert air mummified everything, but could not find a single source that did not focus on the industry downfall. It’s their own fault, you see this drunken binge lots of times. Opera houses built with imported marble on streets packed with oxcarts. It took less than ten years for their economies to implode and stay there since.

ADDENDUM
           Okay, I finished reading an article about what most people fear most about growing up. Here are the items that surprised or informed me the most, one way or the other. The overall surprise was how little most of them affected me.

Being surprised learning things takes longer.
Job skills overnight becoming obsolete.
Your generation’s heroes begin dying.
Realizing you will never reach your goals.
Re-emergence of childhood injuries.
Your brain stops at 30 but your body doesn’t.

           There is so much of this theme out there, it’s got to be A.I. That also makes it predictable. But nothing beats the realization that you’ve been lied to all your life.

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October 6, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 6, 2025, one after another.
Five years ago today: October 6, 2021, I gave it away.
Nine years ago today: October 6, 2017, ding, no dong.
Random years ago today: October 6, xxxx, WIP

           Technically, this journal officially became a blog twenty years ago today. It went through the teething problem now familiar to my situation. That means badly written instructions and the discovery everyone else was just a big talker. I can confirm I have never gotten a shred of help with this blog or 90% of any computer apps. Had to fight the dragon myself.

           Other than writing letters, today was a standstill. If there are any pictures, it’s because I went out there and took some. I also have been taking my vitals since Sunday and my normal forehead temperature appears to b 95.5° Isn’t that considered average for self-styled authors?
           Here’s another picture of another Florida morn. It’s all I got for you today.

           For those interested, this is also the same anniversary where I warned about ZipRecruiter and their absolutely phony job listings. On average, the rumor goes, 60,000 of them are fakes. They are the prototype data centers. (I walked out of their office when they began demanding all my information, not just what was pertinent to the job.)
           This is beginning day three of my new-found energy. It’s also a reminder of several previous “plateaus” of this nature, all of which gradually faded over a few weeks back to near helplessness. Like last Saturday. Closing the books is tough this year, I have not been out for a cold beer since August 19. Thinking it wise to use this boost to close some books was a good move. I found a misfiled item with my 2019 taxes and just made myself $2,100. This sounds nice, but such things only happen at the tail end of a long and productive life.

           Have you seen the terror in France? The White people have lost, most of those rioters are already second and third generation. They can’t be deported, their grandparents were born in France But, they can be contained, if they people act now. But they won’t, they are divided and historically disunited. I foresee a bigger scale Cueta or Johannesburg. The Whites withdrawing behind barricades, leaving the masses who cannot support themselves to either starve or begin an infinite assault on the compound.
           The solution is to grab the bass and have a Jim Croce jam. Part of the task is because Croce had no steady bass player, so there is no style that can be learned that fits all. The morning was me and Tampa radio, which raised a question. Who pays for Public Service Announcments, or PSAs. My opinion is it depends. To me, that means Smokey the Bear and hurricane warnings, but not anything political or, recently, pandemic.
           Certainly not for any pro agencies that form to produce the announcements that expect payment from charities or taxpayer funding. But, that is what we got in the USA. PSA businesses and today they got focus because Trump refused to “reimburse” then when they ran political ads. This has created the messy situation of people creating the material without being asked and then expecting to be paid. What’s this, Eddie Van Halen died?

           The Great Wealth Transfer is underway a year now (until 2045) but I was surprised to learn that there are still 20 million people from the pre-Boomer age (the Silent Generation) who are about to leave $15 trillion to the ever-complaining entitlement class. Who will squander the money on contrived social and environmental causes. Ha, if you think growing up around spoiled undeserving brats was bad before, just you wait.
           While the wealthy top 2% account for 90% of the $85 trillion about to change hands, what amused me with the statistics that most people expecting an inheritance have based their life and plans on getting this free money. They’d best vote like hell next month. Sad how half the generation alive today will become wealthy without ever having developed any skills to make or manage it on their own.

Picture of the day.
Eastern Colorado, I think.
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           Shift back to Tennessee. I put a stop to the ”maybe” situation, nobody gets anything until they specify what will happen. This seems to have jolted a few people into reality. I’ve allocated funds, but no lump sums. The response was pretty immediate and generally positive. Keep those fingers crossed. This does not apply to te Reb & I directly, I will pay some expenses as if I was there. In all, this could represent a turning point.
           Looking over my six-month projections, I can contribute 2/3 of the regular monthly payments—but at the expense of my own situation. Up to now, I had just enough to fall back on. Good, because it has been needed more that one I never told you about. What’s worrisome most is that new injunction is pending middle of December and I don’t have that. This legal fee, over time, has already cost me around $22,000. Don’t tell JZ or he’ll go berserk, because he likes to compare that to what he spends on women. And he’ll never understand that I don’t expect it back.

           The neighbor called again, he’s go the flu. He calls it long-COVID because he’s drunk the purple kool-aid. Here’s one for you. The Pandemic hoax began just before the 2020 election, but in 2021 the lockdowns had a curious effect. It prevented million of newborns from getting into the clinics and hospitals for their vaccine shots. The result was a massive drop in Sudden Infant Death (SID) incidents. Also, according to the AMA on a page that was rapidly taken down, almost 100% of COVID deaths are among the vaccinated. The former figure was 3 out of 10.

           There is one more item for today on the books. I think I will step into more pet care in Tennessee. I’ve done it several times before with vet bills. This would be different in how I would be taking on a regular and on-going expense that is behavior reserved for ultra-special situations and this is not one of those. At the same time, I could hardly make a better investment in happiness. You are not finished petting the dog until he smiles back.

ADDENDUM
           Accidentally, I closed a video about Japanese navigation. The carrier pilots had no radio and flew hundreds of miles over open water. It was remarkable how well trained they had to be. The carrier was moving an you get wind drift. It was done by dead reckoning, pretty damn amazing. But the video showed two men planning a raid using some weird instruments I wanted to examine. Nope, one wrong click and they were gone, and MicroSoft loves to mess with the back arrow. I did notice the one guy draw a great circle route north of New Guinea, and now the video is gone. Because the computer erases its own history trail. Trust a millennial to code a computer to do something the computer was designed to prevent.

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October 5, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 5, 2025, pets take extra.
Five years ago today: October 5, 2021, Windows is spyware.
Nine years ago today: October 5, 2017, a thousand miles.
Random years ago today: October 5, 2006, this blog goes on-line.

           I was up early and sorted pictures. I have tens of thousands with no filing system, although they are 99% jpegs that attach some dates when first saved. Having no other plans, I spent several hours at least trying to organize them by dates. By the folder dates, I can tell how many photos were “held” for this blog, not how many eventually get posted. Guess how many I found that did not make the grade? It’s 88,313. I try to avoid repeats but these numbers are overwhelming.

           The best I could manage is each month all those pictures are place in a file, but no individual dates. And sometimes I forget, so that is what I was doing. Finding wildly mis-categorized material everywhere. In the long-run, there is a pattern and that is good enough for me. I care not if other people die in obscurity, I think posting the pictures at least gives me shot at a lasting legacy. That’s blog evolution for you.

           Here is the 3:15 sandwich in the making. I cannot compete with the Mitchburger for calories or bulk, so opt for a healthier mix of greens and cheese. Why 3:15? Because it is modeled on a medionoche (midnight) and it is 3:15. Which I have to shorten to 315 because MicroSoft did not listen to my warning about abusing punctuation back in the 70s. This poor man’s Cuban is made with baloney.
           So are the new Samsung phones. They’ve bowed to Google and let the snoopers take over everything. After an hour, I cannot get the voice-to-text working. I’ve stepped every menu and done the factory reset. The buttons and icons are still present, but they are screwed. Here is a quick video of salvaging the dryer belt this morning. The event was how I am operating at the same enhanced energy as last afternoon. I doubt this is any turning point in my recovery, but I can hope.

           Closing this year’s books (about twenty minutes a day effort) reveals a pressing need for investment—but I’m past the age window. Forget speculation, gold for example fell 26% this year (from $5,595 to $4,160) and who can’t do better than that. There is a serious crisis looming here, but I’m also aware how little it would take, with the logistics system I have set up, to make sure I’m not caught up like the majority will be. Inflation will not peak until middle of 2027 (historical incubation period). Stay with us, I know something has to come up.
           Today began with the elevated energy level from y’day, though I’m still cautious. I took an hour to review some Croce hits. My gal at that time (Sweet Judy) loved his music, but I was still in Beatles mode. Keeping up with trends was far beyond my resources and I had not finished learning the good stuff. But now I hear Croce as beginner’s guitar, but also extremely well presented.
           All predictable chord changes, I can play right along to him without really trying. It’s his themes and lyrics that I’m finally hearing fifty years later and he was, if you ask me, a guaranteed success in 1974. The two tunes picked above the rest are “Leroy Brown” and “Car Wash Blues”. “Operator” has slipped.

Picture of the day.
SpaceX quality control.
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           It looks like Caltier gets a small reprieve, as this time I was going to read Smith the Riot Act. His delays are about to cause use contractual difficulties and we cannot have that without a bitter fight. I used the nice day and clime to get the belt off the dead dryer. I made a mistake on this one, due to my inexperience. If I had opened the other dryer first, I would have repaired that and junked the Kenmore. It had better quality everything. And, what looks like an excellent and powerful motor—except I can’t get it off the bracket.

           his upside-down pic shows the motor is very high quality, if you know what to look for. But I can’t tell if it is 110 or 220. Many of these dryers only use 220 for the heating element. Anyway, the reason for the Caltier delay is the Reb got some flooding in Tennessee. She’s dealing with it on her own, and that, peeps, I s once major reason she shines above every other women I met in my life. Don’t get me wrong, but let me tell you I’ve met some helpless specimens.

           Something is absent in the run-up to these mid-terms. Where are the million of dollars in expensive Democrat advertising and smear campaigns. It’s only the mid-terms, but this will be a desperate loss for somebody. Trump can be excused because he can fill stadiums past capacity just by showing up. But money wins American elections and the Democrats should be setting records, considering how far they are behind. Granted, their NGO kickbacks have been curtailed, but that only explains the lack of paid agitators and bussed in pro rioters. What’s eerie is not that Trump has hundreds of millions to fight with, he has not really spent any of it. Yet, and yes, I know what time it is.
           We know who isn’t partying. Who warned you this real estate bust would be the worst ever? There is no 2006-style bail-out. No bank rescue, they’ve been to the well too often. As of last month, over 40% of all houses are taking price cuts. In Colorado and Oregon it is already over 50%. Interest rates are up. The real problem is price. A beautiful house in the USA shoud not cost more than $100.000.

           The Reb called for a report, I voted that she establish a backup plan. She had some promotional ideas in mind that I do not understand. What I do manage well is money, so she is to get me a cost estimate. Interesting she sees it as a continuum, but I see it as a clean break and a fresh start. I’ve allocated $8,350 to get things underway. This has no connection to the blog.
           My [newly found] energy remains (perceptively) at 50% of pre-op levels. I didn’t celebrate.rather watched the news that interests me. Paris has fallen, the immigrants are openly setting people on fire. England is cordoning off White people to bus in Africans and the White people stand there. Inflation in Tehran is around 70% (annual rate) and they are soon out of oil revenue for the first time in modern history. If Brazil goes right-wing, it means every nation in S. America has done so just months after USAID was cut. Coincidence, we are assured.
           US Army recruitment ads are again featuring only White men. Obama has begun retaining criminal defense lawyers, as many as nine is the rumor, pending investigations into what really happened to the planeload of money he sent Iran. DHS has just bought three prisons in California with capacity for 5,000 illegals at a time. Pallets of food rot in the sun in Gaza as HAMAS blocks distribution.

           It looks like youTube is hit with dozens of videos of people who lost everything, but this round has a difference. You see, I identify with the harrowing stories of the ones who really tried and still lost. Is there some trend over this I missed, why so many at once? Trust me, I know what it is like to try reading a book with a brute glaring at you knowing every passing minute that he is not reading he is falling behind. But he will not read, just that glare, that venom. year in and year out. Is there some new movie out on this theme?

ADDENDUM
           Addressing [the new situation whereby] this blog as now a little too free, the Reb & I talked about the options to make it commercial. We've discussed it before, but there was no A.I. then. It is felt such interests are already abusing the privilege. One idea is to split the blog into two. This raises a familiar situation, she is the only person I know who has any exposure to A.I. writing. So much for today’s uber-users, what a pack of jokers. The topic today was how to give the system a try without a commitment. A sensible, useful free trial. It may not exist.
           I’m paying attention and it seems most of users are authors or similar. That is hardly a threat to Joe Average. Unless he’s a typesetter still. This A.I. could be just another dot-com bubble on the way. Everybody looking for TNBT (the next big thing, Ken) is totally into A.I., where I say the only result that matters is people’s reaction. And I have notice before most that people tend to prefer the A.I. written versions only if they have not been told it is A.I. Hmmm.
           One concept already kicking around here is to have A.I. go through this blog and pick out any one recurring theme. Say motorcycle travels, or my views on women, and make a single plot into a booklet or something. It would require A.I. to find out every mention of, say bass playing.

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October 4, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 4, 2025, we’re regulars.
Five years ago today: October 4, 2021, more squirrel wars.
Nine years ago today: October 4, 2017, I loved this work.
Random years ago today: October 4, 2008, Wallace temporarily happy.

           That’s interesting. Florida has finally barred illegals from their trade schools and put residents first. See the gaslighting? It’s not a feather since the illegals should be thrown out, not barred. These announcements before elections are asinine, implying the job is done. And they should have specified citizens, not “residents”. I awoke quite famished, a good sign. Here’s the best pic of the ceremony y’day. The boxes were an unexpected hit, but it is on record they are an impulse like. Will I build any today? Only coffee can decide an issue like that.

           This morning I had to take time off. Read this interest article on women who were not raised around men. The things they found that most surprised them when they got boyfriends were usually the amount they could eat and the amount of personal noise they make at everything. I could concur with that. I already know neither is the case with me, and I also know what women find different about me. Two items mostly.
           One is that I read a lo and can do so with incredible background noise. I take them more to mean they’ve never met man who reads. I have reasons for thinking this. The other is the how I can go many hours without speaking to anyone. In my defense, I speak to anyone who is interesting. The article is 70 pages long, I may refer to it again when finished reading.

           Two items that missed describing me were sight and time. At age 40, or 50 and 60, I never passed into that realm where you become invisible to people under 30. Nope, that never happed to me. Did you see the video of my last Karaoke bit? There you go. The other is that sense of time speeding up that seems to bother so many. But I’ve already explained that away as a consequence of being a boring ass-clown in the first place.. And I already knew they were in the majority. It’s not on the list, but I’ve never felt or been out-competed by younger people solely because of their youth. It takes real talent to beat my lack of it.
           In the news, a Democrat has been caught running old news footage and claiming it is his recent rallies. I thought it was normal practice. I agree with the law requiring AM radio in all cars. It adds very little cost and is talk shows are often the only unscripted exposure most addicts ever get. Police from Spain have appeared in Cueta rounding up thousands of illegals squatting on beaches. Apparently the water is polluted with E. coli, meaning you can’t even wade in it. Around 60,000 of the 70,000 blacks have been removed but the remaining 10,000 are military-minded and dangerous.
           The Supreme Court just ruled States cannot allow ballot counting after election day. Yep, the noose is closing on Democrat election fraud. Turns out Iran already has Chinese designed missiles that can hit the eastern US. A reminder to all the Iranians have sworn for decades they will nuke the US as soon as they possess the capability.

Picture of the day.
The jello belt.
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           Futile as it was, I did have money tucked away in case my talent was ever discovered. Well, that ain’t gonna happen, and if it did, what would I do with it. So most of it has been plugged into the career of another. And it’s a matter I can’t discuss with my pal over here because takes all such money matters the wrong way. You gave who, what? Yes, and because it was my defunct career, it never made an iota of difference where that money got spent. The Reb & I are discussing alternatives. But, all the money is gone.

           I was in to the ATM today and although I’m okay, that’s dependent on nothing going wrong. I’m duty bound to record my own condition. Today is was something a thousand percent unexpected. I crawled up to the ATM, then pulled into the parking lot for groceries. Totally bummed out, partially from y’day, I began trudging toward the entrance. A two-second flash came over me, I felt like I was buoyed up, like I was 30 pounds lighter. I started walking full speed for the first time in years and a dozen little aches and pain melted away.

           The shopping trip was a breeze, taking only the normal twenty minutes and the feeling of lighter, easier movement has lasted for hours, even as I’m sitting down at the computer wondering what hit me. I’ve ruled out pygmies with amphetamine blow-darts in the parking lot, so I wonder if this is some threshold I just needed time to pass. Definitely, you’ll be kept in the loop. Yep, it happened just like that.

           This is a generic view, that’s Alaine standing near center. It was low-key for us this year and that turned out to be ideal. There were around 30 pictures of the day, but nothing new. These photos are representative of a laid-back day.

ADDENDUM
           My new phone is still in the process of having all the GenX BS deleted. One such is a notification of my “digital well-being”. It alerts me I have used my phone one minute less than last week. And that I’m averaging 4 minutes per day on the phone. I’ll try to cut down. The phone is another millennial piece of shit. When first opens, it displays the last person who called you with a button right under where you naturally grip the phone to pick it up that will “Delete Contact”. Just now it rang or beeped or whatever, and displays nothing. Is it a call, a message, a notification? Your guess is as good as mine.
           More BS, this time the legal system. It works like this, and we’ve covered this before. You get an injunction and they want $8,800 because they have to write up a contract of sorts. It has an end date and lists the behaviors you want stopped. Time passes and the end date approaches, we want an extension. They want another $8,800 dollars.
           Hold on, you say. Last time you said you wanted so much because you had to write up a contract. This time, we don’t need a new contract. All you have to do is change the dates. Now the Catch-22. They want you to list the behaviors you want stopped.

           Aha, they say, but she has stopped those behaviors. Of course, that is because we filed an injunction. We don’t want her to start up again. Okay, that will be $8,800 dollars again. There may be no such thing as an honest lawyer in Tennessee, We are also having bad results from Caltier. Despite promises, they are not pre-actively calling us with updates and we are in a quandary with Mr. Smith. He maintains he was parachuted into the top position and was caught by these cash flow problems. He can’t make such decisions.
           That automatically creates the situation that somebody else makes these decisions, and we need to talk to that person. Can’t have it both ways.

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