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June 26, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 26, 2025,a month’s supply.
Five years ago today: June 26, 2021, the complicated instructions.
Nine years ago today: June 26, 2017, they will lie.
Random years ago today: June 26, 2024, when they go insane.

           After a night of normal sleep (I love it), I awake to news of the return of execution for certain crimes in America. Idaho for child rape, Florida for murder, but none for treason or theft of public funds. However, it does reflect the changing mood of America, who I feel have been falsely shamed into rejecting the firing squad. This is, of course, reserved only for the most serious crimes where the felon has been caught red-handed and admits guilt. But has there ever been a case where a politician admitted to treason? Hanging them has, no doubt, crossed every voter’s mind since the Biden auto-pen affair. If the US government could be held to obey public opinion, these people would swing today: Obama, Biden, Clinton, Fauci, Gates, Pelosi, and Obama.

           Hey! Hold on, you said ‘’Obama” twice. Yes. Especially Obama. Everybody hates him for what he did, but his treason is what unwoke America. How this for a non-political standpoint? Hey, I’m commenting on public opinion, not policy. And I’m just now having my second refill. I am feeling fine this morning. Other than my hand still swollen from the wasp bite, I mean. I rewarded myself with a breakfast of fried grits chicken chunk leftovers in salted butter. Now I ready for today. I took really bad photos today and I don’t care.

           I made up a small bowl of salted grits for granny raccoon. Apparently salt is not that common inland, you can see animal trails to faraway sources. Here’s a speaker picture that looks like a radio. Naw, just a generic speaker. Bang, there is the first loud noise at 9:35AM, let me go turn on the compressor. Social media is alive with reports by Europeans they were lied to about America. They love it once they’ve been here and the posts are consistent in that favor. Norway has begun deporting Muslims and the crime rate fell 31%, no link, do your own homework. And how about that pastor who beat the shit out of the wimp who threatened his family. That was classic. Soi-boi beatdown. You can see the wanker take the first swing. Or how about the passenger who “died” after being restrained on Spirit Airlines. He was a prize-fighter, I would like to see how that happened.

           I can’t find my free version of “Citizen Vigilante”. It’s an anti-immigration movie blocked in Germany, so Must rented the movie for 48 hours and posted it free on X. Oddly, the movie was not banned, but the ministry that rates movies refused to give it rating. Such movies cannot be seen in Germany, so it amounts to the same thing but not quite.

           As for the rest of the morning, nothing. A miscommunication weeks ago means our schedules barely match this time. There are a dozen issues that have to line up or I’ll be there a week, which isn’t that affordable just now. The condo in France is not selling, which to me means the price is too high, but such things are not up to me. In fact, I’ll give you some hard figures on that. If all goes bad, I will make only $11.000 on that deal. If they go good, I’ve already slated all that for mutual investments in Tennessee, with me at the helm. Either way, such small amounts [of new income] will have negligible influence here.
           This phone conference left me dizzy, I grabbed my old red electronics book and laid down. No gumption left, I really have to scramble around at this last minute when I should be taking it slow. The Reb trusts the system more than I do. Example, when I buy from Amazon, I did not know you have a month to pay for it. How would I even know something like that? I won’t touch a penny until tomorrow when I plan to check on the bank account in person. Most people do not know how that is done, no, you don’t just get an ATM printout.
           Here’s a terrible pic of the red book, yet it was printed before word processing. It was properly proofread and has no errors. This is the original diagram that motivated me to look closer at the transistor as an amplifier. The book makes assumptions, for instance, you are supposed to know that “dissipated” can mean hot, emitting, powered up, or simply doing something. I may just sit down and look at this book all night. I can’t build most of it because none of the projects use standard power supplies.
           This circuit requires two voltages, 22.5V and 2.5V. You can get away with using a similar 24V and 3V, but it throws off the values of any resistors and capacitors, which is just what I’m usually trying to study.

Picture of the day.
Australian brush fires.
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           Alternate planning zipping around in my head means no sleep, so here are some hobby views. With the box, you are looking at a cork bottom. That is to hide mistakes most of the time, but can be there because of wood shrinkage. But this treatment takes time and is reserved for only the best , the rest become utility or in some cases, gifts when the flaw adds to the rusticity. I was on the phone an hour, which follows because there is nobody else to talk to. I live in Florida’s dingbat breeding grounds and all her people are artsy-fartsy libtards who get their opinions from last week’s talk shows.

           So you may also see a page of text and diagrams. Sadly, this is so rare in Florida it is unlikely you will see such a thing in a regular blog format again in this decade. I needed a break to study something with logic, another commodity that disappeared in Polk County the day after they got the COVID hoax. I still get junk mail offering free boosters for life if I fill out a membership.

           Nothing to report, so I’m listening to mainstream news. It’s easy, things are the opposite of what they say. After Norway and Swedens’ experience, six or more other European countries are halting immigration and expelling the worst specimens. Trump is going after countries that tax America tech with more tariffs.
           I spent the evening at home, painting poly and installing hardware. It’s a shame it took age and health to get me to do what other people manage from birth. I can’t find my free version of the vigilante movie, or as only free for Germans? The Eurocrats are already howling. I’m watching some youTube outtakes and I think it’s well done and accurate. Particularly the scenes where the thugs (and their families) use Islamic culture to rationalize the rape then switch to Western legal arguments to get away with it. Now I really want to see this movie

           Worst scenes so far is when the immigrants start using catch-phrases they have obviously been coached to repeat. “She wanted it.” “I’m getting counseling.” “I’ll delete the posts.’ Then he shoots them, proving to many that lawyer-talk does not work on real people.

           Scrutinizing the effect of poly on rough lumber, I fine it adds something but not a consistent darker color to the wood. It is the only kind of poly I could consider, which is the kind called “free”. I applied it to the outside faces and we’ll look again in the morning. A slight return of energy is returning, enabling me to move around better. It’s part of documenting my recovery and I’m feeling it every day now. I’ll walk back to the shed for a special tool where for months now I’d set the project aside until the next time I went that way.
           The poly always was tricky to apply with a brush and the effect would be nice if I could spread it evenly. And it is slow so if I went for that finish, I’d rig up some kind of dunk tank.

ADDENDUM
           I continued my study of Hormuz alternatives and wound up making other conclusions. The fact is no amount of free and easy money can really educate or civilize people. I once laughed upon hearing Saudi Arabia was growing wheat in the desert. Their claim was the farms used desalinated seawater, but that is a crock of shit. Even with free oil, that costs too much. They are pumping groundwater and that will bite them. I subscribe to the ancient theory that there are no true miracles in the desert. Everything good that happens has a hidden cost.
           It is hard to get facts through the climate change bull, but it is clear just about everything needed to keep that place going has to be imported. Their populations have grown at fantastic rates, but none of them seem to be farmers or factory workers. It usually doesn’t take much for such economies to implode, which tells me only the export of oil keeps them going. Rumor is the taboo against bombing the water facilities has been breached, but again, no hard evidence I can find.
           Mars. How do they navigate when there is no Prime Meridian? Turns out Mars has GPS – sort of. The onboard rover radar continually scans and some features can be seen from space. If an orbiter know a rover has picked out a feature, it can translate that to a bearing and distance, which I now know are called azimuth and zenith distance. You can seek more if you want, it is like a really slow-moving circular radar map.
           Back in school, I saw a science film about a robot mouse that could remember a path through a maze. One of the reasons later in life I chose to look at memory circuits came from that. Alas, I never had the money to follow up, it is an expensive hobby. I can build small circuits and was about to build some amp circuits last winter. What I’ve never built is a working memory device, a circuit that remembers its own setting. Put that on my bucket list, that I built such a thing that other people only talk about.

           [Author’s note: if you can read today’s pics it’s because I replaced the photos with scans. A blinding rainstorm has the roads closed, so I have time.]
           When I worked at the phone company, I saw banks of “Number 5 Crossbar” switches and troubleshot them without really knowing how they worked. I just found that out today. The five switches could be used to represent all the digits on a dial phone. I watched a demo and nobody else I worked with would have known any of that either. The digits were 0, 1, 2, 4, and 7.

           While I’ve got you here, how about learning how those magnetic reel computers work, the ones you see spinning in old sci-fi movies? It is not a stripe of data along the tape. It is a row of magnetic heads across the tape that zaps a “word:” up and down. I also looked at magnetic core memory, which is similar in concept to RAM, which I have built before. I’m looking again at the whole subject, but only at the one-bit level. Why? I don’t know. If I had to take a stab at why, I’d say after you turn 50, it becomes more interesting than people.

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June 25, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 25, 2025, early box news.
Five years ago today: June 25, 2021, never forgiven.
Nine years ago today: June 25, 2017, anti-bachelor policy.
Random years ago today: June 25, 2014, a look at steppers.

           My right hand looks like I’m wearing a glove. That single wasp bite swelled up. These have to be changes that reflect a diminishing capacity to ward off minor issues. I sure don’t like it. The short-term answer is, you guessed it, coffee. The “Innocence Project” is back in the news after an expert witness pleads guilty to data manipulation. Yes, this blog warned about this decades ago. Always question the integrity of anyone who testifies only in favor of the police. Demand to know how many people she proved innocent.

           Tampa radio told me, over pancakes, that I may have FOMO. Fear Of the Music being Over. Dumb-bunnies, but I don’t doubt most of their audience can’t play anything. Who else listens to orchestra rock all day? I had some energy this AM after 5-1/2 pancakes. So I trotted out to the shed where a cloud cover made it a perfect morning to be doing some useful exercise. That’s what this box shows.

           My experiment at putty box lettering was a failure, I learned that much. The putty has to be a good 1/4” deep, which is too hard on the laser and would take much too long. (The largest logos you see here take up to 8 minutes each.) I’m holding the unputtied side, a bad view of the problem, it’s the smaller pieces that reveal the poor results. I turned off the radio and moved along at what I figure was a pretty good clip. I measured and moved the cages that I think granny raccoon may be using, she seems too old to climb the trees. The ranger blog said keep the den area dry, so I positioned two concrete blocks into a small stand. Exactly two, as I distinctly recall.
           Nor were there any [racoon-size] dimensions given, which tips us off the critter is not too fussy about opening size. Since JeePees Castle had wire all round, it will be easy to use scrap wood to make something which should be comfortable for granny raccoon There is a free round waiting at the club tonight for anyone who figured out that is who the 1/2 pancake was for.

           Three hours is an average thinking day and the nucleus of thinking is the lack of sales. These are great little boxes and people who handle them like them. I’ve got the wrong sales pitch. Now India, for all her initial enthusiasm, has not been in regular contact and plainly has a number of concerts of her own. My roadblock is I do not have the time or patience to tend a shop. Here is one half of today’s output. Six boxes.

           You may count eight, but you are looking at an accounting concept called “equivalent units”, The boxes to the left are not quite finished. But this is something that should sell. America is reached that stage where even retirees with part-time jobs cannot really manage. The boxes here display another change that evolved. The laser decoration is a year old, but now appearing are the matching sets.

           This is misleading in that such sets cannot be rattled off an assembly line. The match is due to (dependent on finding) a consistent piece of lumber and no two are ever real twins. Each set is absolutely dependent on finding the right piece of lumber and a good eyeball of which size can be cut for the “match”. Because of knots and cracks, the boxes on the right in the middle are the maximum size—and getting three from one board is a rare find.
           Why not just list them on-line? Because we learned from tube sales that someone has to mind the shop every day and it is best that [same] person be responsible for shipping. “I was going to send you a box but I could not find anything to ship it in.” Yet involving a sales person eats up a third of the income and even then, they take no responsibility. I’m a whiz at inventory, materials projection, and lately I’ve become skilled enough that even the boxes with mistakes are quite usable. And, we hope, sellable.
           Skilled. I say. What’s this, an ad for a Fortran programmer? $47 per hour. I’ve not programmed Fortran since 1989. Says here it is modeling for a nuclear power plant. Put that aside and I’ll look at it again later. My guitar player collapsed and landed in the hospital. COPD.

Picture of the day.
Oyster Bayou, Louisiana.
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           Boxes continue to be top story as I see the day will come when I can’t even do that any more. Until then, it’s a hobby long overdue—or is that only because it matches my shed space, tools, and a bit of my aptitude? Here is a view of some seconds produced today. What? Seconds are an old term for imperfects. But, I’ve moments ago noted how those are still great boxes and you might not find the flaws or even consider them without my saying.

           I’m pointing at the glitches. First the two boxes, they are not twins, one is a board thickness too wide. It gets thrown in the bathroom for shampoo bottles and such, a vastly superior décor to even the most fancy plastic containers. What’s wrong as far as sales. On the first box, the wood was 10% moisture and split. Unwilling to let any staple or brad metal show, the wood splintered when the fasteners were drawn. If the pieces cannot be glued back, it’s a second. The last picture is the off-size unit, and also shows where part of the logo was cut off during a burn. Did I mention each burn cannot be restarted . . . yes, I did say. This is an example. So I sliced the wood for a bottom panel so it looks like it belongs. Sneaky.

           Back inside, I snoozed a couple hours under the A/C and got to thinking how Rhonda (the raccoon) deals with this heat. She is not totally blind and in any case can pilot quite well by aroma. I’m unsure where she sleeps because I’ve never noticed her until she gets moving. So after supper, I went back outside and slapped together a small roof for JeePee’s playground cage. It is two feet wide so he could get up to speed. I removed the wiring and folks, if you are a hobbyist anything like me, get a small compressor and a pin nailer.
           Here’s the unfinished raccoon coop. Fun or not, don’t overwork nothing these days. With a few clamps to hold a frame, you can pin (brad nail) all kinds of keen stuff without needing a hand. This roof went so fast, I had time to make you this video before dark. (As ever usually no sound as I have long surmised people who read my stuff must have jobs. I know how boring most jobs are, so I can get away with all kinds of “top stories” like cloud pictures and bent nails. But safe for work is important.)

ADDENDUM
           I’m once more looking for a decent navigational stopwatch. First to be eliminated are any electronic models that do not have one-function buttons. (Have you ever tried to use those bastards? If not, I have a small [wooden] box of them you can waste your time with.) The desirable features would be a unit that displays Greenwich Mean Time and the date at that location. If you want the same data for where you are, go buy a Casio at Wal*Mart.
           The second feature is unique to navigation and I cannot find a single mechanical example. All these watches have a resume function- but you do NOT want it to resume from where it stopped, you want it to resume from where it would have been if it had NOT stopped. You want mechanical so you can wind it up. Relying on a smart phone is plain dumb. As the old saying goes, five miles error is nothing in the middle of the ocean, but that changes when you are four miles from land.

Last Laugh

June 24, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 24, 2025 Jugging.
Five years ago today: June 24, 2021, never-ending needs.
Nine years ago today: June 24, 2017, use what looks nice.
Random years ago today: June 24, 2013, 10,000 miles by sidecar.

           The Senate has enacted a law preventing corporate housing purchases, as if the corporations did not see this coming and have a backup plan ready. US forces have killed the top ISIS guy again, that dude has nine lives. And I watched a documentary on “Golden Dome”, the shield that is supposed to protect the USA against a new class of attack, the “non-ballistic threat”. It boils down to the same, using billion-dollar systems to combat thousand-dollar weapons. Back over here, I turn off the cooling in the spare rooms I don’t use at night and the sensor said it got up to 90°F inside at some point before morning.

           This saps all energy, so let’s be happy if I even walk out the door today. The DIY wood hydrometer reaches a maximum [today reached 96F), which I’ll mark, what a neat home-made device. Measuring humidity in angles instead of percentages. I woke up yawning, this is not due to be a super day. I think granny raccoon has taken up residence in the kudzu patch. There are two small coverings I propped up to avoid catching rain water (mosquitoes) and the footie-prints are unmistakeable. She shelters under there at some point. Let me set up the game cam as the time lapse is daylight only.

           A brief afternoon shower brought temperatures back to tolerable, so here is me finalizing some jigs for the newest and tiniest fake box, already tagged the “button box”. All from existing wood and equipment, it’s a handy size and fits nicely in one hand. So no thumb holes. The neighbor was over to get some assistance with his new phone. He’s lost three in the past three weeks and does not know how to pair up speakers and such. While walking over, I got stung. I would have left the wasps alone if they’d returned the favor but a big old granddaddy wasp got me right on the knuckle. Now my right hand is swollen, a condition I never had from insect bites before.

           I know how everyone follows and likes the new inward-looking material of this blog since my little sojourn to Miami and here is a plant pot. The neighbor is proud of this, he has the patience to things to grow. And this sapling, I think it is a mango, grew out the side of the container. Ah, the mystery of life, found an opening, and showed Darwin was right at least part of the time.

           Ricko, and this reinforces what I already think, keeled over in his hallway and landed in the hospital. I did not know he’s got COPD, but he’s the spirit and image of the oldsters that surrounded me in the therapy clinic. I was there long enough to see the patterns in the clientele and which were the good and the less good. Possibly I have another guitarist who does not know what I learned fifty years ago—playing live music requires stamina, and if you don’t think so, you are not doing it right.
           Hey, from my point of view if this compels him to sit down and play guitar all day, so much the better. I’ve no illusions, I know things are never going to get better. No word from the other guitarist, but I’ll bet he lost the slip with my info. (That is part of the plan, by the way.) And of course, the other Kooters band never called because momma don’t like me. She knows when she’s met more than her match.

Picture of the day.
“Dune-bashing” safari.
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           Cutting is easy with the templates. The L’il Texas sign had no such luxury. It was popular enough (412 views) that it gets extra attention. You see, this is 2026 and if you want something to look rustic, you got to put in the time. And nothing is natural about the appearance of this neat old sign. The stake is from an old bedstead and the crosspiece is carefully selected from an older end of plank that stuck out in the rain for a year or two. To get that greyed appearance.

           But most fun was getting that bent nail to look right. (Bent just under the T.) It involved a vise and a hand sledge, you know, I do believe this step took most of a half-hour. You want rustic signage these days? Then best you own a computer and a laser just to make the part that faces the road. I brought in four hours of laser work. Turns out all four faces [of each box regardless of size] have to be etched to get the right look. Relax, I’m baking enough bread pudding for two. Help yourself, there’s half & half in the fridge.
           Trial and lots of error. Thinner nails that would bend didn’t have enough visual and those nails thick enough were so long they had to be introduced to a bolt cutter. Projects like this make me glad I pick up extra coffee most times I’m downtown. And the way that grass in L’il Texas so nicely and geometrically displays. That doesn’t happen by accident, either, sport. Gosh, my place smells like baking pies on a wood stove.

           I’m around halfway through the burn, so here is a closeup of the sign. The letters are individually printed at nearly maximum size, so the small discrepancies nicely add to the less-polished appearance. Normally the software that came with the unit would make it factory crisp.
           The long burns (which would be impractical otherwise) gave me time to look up raccoon habitats. They live in hollow logs and trees and those around here have no vacancies. I found a forestry site that says they take to any tunnel shape if it has and opening at either end. I never had the heart to dismantle the beautiful dwelling I made for JeePee, who I miss so much. I wonder if granny raccoon would take to those if they were modified a bit?

           How about that sharp dude who built his chicken coop to look like a flying saucer. Now he posts pics of when the chickens march up the ramp, looks like they are being abducted. My music effort today is to relearn “Stand By Me”. It sounds easy, but give the bass line another listen. It is played with a distinct touch that stops each note from ringing and the original recording is missing a note—a note that I have a long-standing affinity for because others don’t like to play it. The rest is easy, the whole song is one riff.
           Just now I saw the headline that the Post Office will not be delivering mail-in ballots to states that don’t enforce voter ID. Interesting for a couple reasons. One is that some pink-haired judge will overrule the President—and we shall see who the Post Office obeys. It hints the postal people just might be smartening up. The second reason is the lack of sass from the USPS. They are the very bastion of leftist vote-stealing. The fact that things even got to the executive order stage shows the Democrat party is crumbling from within.
           Here’s a good spot to remind everyone I am not a Trump fan – but I am also a moderate Libertarian (quite different from what you may have been told about that philosophy). As such I believe that all participation should be voluntary, that nobody has the right to compel others (within certain reasonable parameters) into anything they disagree with. Of the two big parties, only one tries to force vaxes, queers, foreigners, and drug addicts into my streets, parks, stores, and work places. This is not my total position, but you get the idea. I would never stop you from helping, but I would stop you from compelling others to help. Enforcing charity is the supreme act of selfishness.

ADDENDUM
           Bad news from Las Vegas. It has lost enough of its glitter to cause major losses to the biggest operators. That’s the casino hotel places. I’ve never been there and have no desire to do so. I know only one gambler and you’d pretty much have to pay me to hang out in such a place with such people. Up to recently, I knew as much about Hormuz as most, so I scheduled some videos. I was aware tankers are the cheapest way to move oil and most other commodities. The place has been a trouble zone since day one, so I was looking for pipelines.
           Especially buried pipelines, since we know the political climate is hotter than the rest of their wasted lands and, historically, wasted lives. Most of the countries bordering the Persian Gulf would have to build across neighboring countries to read a deep sea port. At some point most of the oil-dependent regimes have built some minor pipeline that is just enough to keep them from starving if the waterway gets blocked. As for serious capacity, they don’t even seem capable of the thought. Trillions for nothing, and what have they done to improve their lot? If the oil ever runs out, they are back to camel-herding. Zero personal initiative is a trait of the third world.

Last Laugh

June 23, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 23, 2025, BangBang.
Five years ago today: June i23, 2021, dictated by what works.
Nine years ago today: June 23, 2017, real life is cheaper.
Random years ago today: June 23, 2009, living off a few hits.

           This is a day for me to build specialty boxes. Taylor is at some sort of kick-off party, it’s a phase she’s going through. Me, I’ve learned and it is quiet time, by the way I have zero symptoms today and will be lifting things all morning. I want boxes for my cables, spare batteries, and the general junk any working man will accumulate. Did you know I hold the unofficial National Title for the number of broken small drill bits? That is why, on this afternoon’s shopping trip, I will purchase sixteen more of these in various sizes—all of which will soon have their own storage box.

           There, see my nice little patch of Wilbarger. Gotta love it, as Tampa radio announces this is Porridge Day. Now they tell me. Now that is the finest sign that ever came out of Oklaunion, Texas and probably the only one ever laser printed to date. Last I heard, they even had electricity. Next is the experiment to see if we can fake pearl inlay. If you look closely, the laser [cut depth] depth is greater than the minimum listed in the directions, and I know to let it dry twice as long as they say. The claim in the putty expands slightly in drying, which fixes it in place. What is unknown is how to “sand” away the dry putty so only the lettering remains.

           What you see here is first the laser cut. This is actually three identical passes to provide enough for a good grip. The second panel shows spooning the liquid putty into the pits. There seems no easy way to get it only into the lettering, remember I’ll learning all this just now same as you. In the last pic, I try so smooth the surface, but it causes a smear that obliterates the pattern.

           That was a good morning’s effort, thanks for the moral support. I played some of my favorite word puzzles as I philosophized whatever happened to my can of green paint when I hit on my highest scoring word ever, “augmented” for 1,009 points. That’s beating out 138 “champions” who we know are mostly using A.I. Nobody consistently comes up with 19-letter words every day if you ask me. The suspect word today was ‘disrespectabilities’, although I would believe it if I saw him do it.

           At least I’m getting my money’s worth. Not so for ABC, the worst of the fake news operators. Trump has sued them for slanderous reporting time and again, and this time Trump has got them for presenting the $16 million repair bill for the Reflecting Pool as corruption. ABC failed to mention Obama had spent over $35 million on the same project with no visible repairs. These ABC people are slow learners and Trump continues to put the money received into public and charitable causes.

Picture of the day.
Wrecked Montreal stadium.
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           Few know of the Kra Canal but the concept is over 300 years old. Even the Suez guy looked at cutting a 24 mile waterway across the waist of Thailand. That’s a long ditch but there are no real mountains in the way and there is a new backer—China. It’s said the biggest opposition is from Singapore, which would stand to lose billions. The Malacca waterway, other than it military value, is a pirate-infested gauntlet. But don’t expect much, the cost would likely approach $40 billion and take 10 years to complete.
           Chintzy fence pieces, that is what I saw in the lumber place today. These look a bit like fence pieces, but they are only 35” high by around the same length. Too cheap for anything, I’d though they were for decoration. The literature says they are for yard use. Harumph, you can pretty well step over them and they would not keep out 90% of dogs. Selling for $10 a foot, says the card “above ground portion only.”

           94°F. Nope, we are not going out there today, unless it is an emergency like a coffee outage or if Taylor wants to play hopscotch. Where is that box of Columbian roast, oh, here it is. I paid the wifi bill and came straight home, only to flake out under the A/C. See those blocks around Lil Texas? I bought of them instead of going to the movies. I mean really, “The Death of Robin Hood” and the Michael Jackson story ain’t getting my twenty bucks. But carrying those ten blocks twenty feet over two by two totally winded me.

           It’s that sign in the grass patch that was today’s big exploit. I found a great sign piece in no time, then 21 passes under the laser. The word TEXAS is too long for the print range and the laser paused itself before I would print the S. I drilled pilot holes for the nails and wound up splitting the wood anyway. I’ve never concealed since 2006 that most of the photos you see in this blog are posed. This one is, you are looking at the one photo in sixteen that make the grade. To complete the effect, I wanted one of the nails to be bent over.
           Have you ever tried to get a nail to bend just the say you want it? I finally said to hell with it, I’ll bend the nail tomorrow using the bench vise and then glue the damn nail in place. This is why you sometimes get these thrilling pictures of the strap-hinge installation procedure. I’ve had these moments my entire life, it’s just that fifty years ago they were not the main event. Right, Judy?

ADDENDUM
           G.I. Joe is 62 years old today. Here is a shot from a Trump rally this week. It is getting difficult to simply point at the news without seeming pro-Trump. In reality, I think the guy is a bit of an ass—while seeing that is what got him elected because that is what was required. Still, he’s a bit overboard rubbing the Leftists nose in it, maybe he should at least wait until after the mid-terms. Then, after what the Democrats did to him and his family, he has every right. Here is a photo that by itself illustrates what is about to happen to the Democrats in November, the Democrats often try to fake such scenes. But they are far too dependent on obvious hired help.

           Later, I tuned in to Gab to see. Once again, politics dominates but there is a persistent presence of posters who seem to think everybody is still intensely concerned over what they perceive as the unfinished business of COVID. On they go about the source, the funding, the evil of hesitancy, and rehashing the same narratives from 2020. They must be getting paid. I say the only people still obsessed with the topic are the heavily vaxxed and boosted who have not died yet, barraging the world over their stupid life decisions.
           Sadly, it looks like Gab has gutted their one true attraction—the anonymous posting of memes with often-drastic messages. They seem to have capped the number of posts unless you reveal your identity, so all the really good material is no longer present. Let me pick the articles that interest me.

           Trump has more than learned not to confront the entrenched Democrats head-on. He’s weaving an elaborate plan to undermine their support, both voters and money. Today he fired six bureaucrats from the intelligence agencies—out go the Deep State mall cops right before the elections. Trump has some master plan in operation and things are well past the stage the Democrats could ever hope to regain any legitimacy in our lifetimes. They are desperate, the world has seen this situation before.
           India is moving to deport all Muslims. Do they know something we don’t?

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June 22, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 22, 2025, surprise attack, my eye.
Five years ago today: June 22, 2021, drywall day.
Nine years ago today: June 22, 2017, soy sauce parking.
Random years ago today: June 22, 2012, the ‘skis’, ha-ha.

           Happy Barbarossa Day. It’s probably coincidence, but since USAID has been defunded, a new spectrum of candidates have begun winning Central American elections. Naturally, any who don’t support commie narratives are being called “far-rght”. The Democrat claim was USAID was building schools and hospitals, but so far that is seven elections which have not gone their way. Howie was over for a backyard chat, he’s finally adapted to retirement. It took the required year.

           There’s a little gossip. The lady across the way has been refused a city permit to rebuild the back of her house. It’s really just the kitchen area that has fire damage. It’s shooting up to 94°F today, don’t expect much. The other house across the way has been listed for rent, so the rumor goes. This neighborhood isn’t swank, but expensive enough to keep out the worst. Let me grab some more news with my coffee.
           Here’s Memphis II relaxing in his wee chapel house, happy as usual. He reminded me Greta said the world was supposed to end y’day. I built Howie a special box to hold carburetor parts. He worked a long time on those things so he’ll need a project box to keep things in. And I figure a specialist knows not to work on more than one such device at a time. And what better to keep organized in that circumstance. Everybody likes real boxes. Oh, and I was again complimented on the rustic appearance—see addendum.

           They have locked up the Texas woman who herded goats through Wal*Mart while chugging Margaritas. Most did not know it was a crime. I’ve got most of my battery gear on chargers around the house, I really could use a yard sale. I may have solved the “caramel” aroma stumper. The clinic gave me an antibiotic called Betadine, a topical bactericide for the incision site, which I apply if I know I’ll be working bare-chested in a dusty environment like the shed. It has a slight medicinal whiff until mixed with inevitable Florida perspiration. I only suspect it from y’day, but it makes more logic than anything else. And I do want my red shirt back.
           I am supposed to list my activities, a promise I made myself while stranded in that hospital. That was a time recently when the tiniest effort was something to be proud of. Maybe I will, but instead I had a blast listening to Tampa Commie Radio. They featured a one-hour broadcast gaslighting some local girl sports team who forfeited a game rather than play a team of queers. Complete with paid “callers”, the theme was how the girls embarrassed their coach, home room, and most of the state education system. For they said, the girls were total failures at accepting the realties of how the world had changed. How the school had worked so hard to turn the athletic department into nice people.
           Now, Tampa isn’t without its moments. One slipped right past the censors, I almost spewed my diet root beer in the shed. You see, the SpaceX public offering created 4,400 new millionaires. It was speculated many were plumbers, truck drivers, carpenters, and electricians. So one of them called in to see if this new status automatically made them into the rich so hated by the Democrats, or if they had some form of grace period to adjust.

Picture of the day.
Dakota Johnson.
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           A pending storm again threw us some cloud cover, but it stayed dry and I spent a lot of time outside. Well, outside in the shade, nobody wise really stands around in the summer sun. I dug out the sawzall, but cannot find the box with all my spare blades. My plan is to dig out two small linden tree stumps that are in the pathway to the laundry. Howie brought over his weeder and took down most of the grass—except that one spot I’m leaving natural. I call it “Little Texas”.
           My favorite coffee chair makes it easy to set up the laser and keep an eye on it. I’d rate today average on my energy scale, so after siesta (I really did nap this time) I worked in the shed until 8:30PM, which is dusk. I have a plan to test a way for the printing to stand out on dark wood finishes. I saw various how-to clips of people making pieces out of crazy glue and baking soda. My plan is similar. I will combine two factors to see the results. And it is something new and different, and for me anything beats sitting around. So, let’s experiment.

           This is my idea. If you look at the logo burned into the wood piece, you may notice it bites into the wood. This can be enhanced by running the laser for two, sometimes three passes. After than, the beam gets a bit unfocused. The first part of the problem is that the laser burn in one dark color. If I stain the wood or yagasuki it, the logo no longer stands out. I immediately thought to fill in the lettering with a light-colored compound. And the baking soda came to mine—but I did not care for how the compound had to be scraped and shaved. Once set, it becomes hard and brittle.
           Then it hit me. Water Putty. The container, shown here, says “sticks, stays put – will not shrink”. What do you think? It dries to a pale yellow. I won’t do this today, it is already past 11:00PM and I want a chance to read the fine print, maybe look at this stuff on-line. The container says it can be molded and painted, but can it be mixed with color? On-line, apparently nobody knows.

           Canada’s departure tax has how hit 50%, but just you try to get that information in clear understandable form. This is the tax you pay if you leave Canada go live elsewhere. It is deemed that you have sold all your assets and property at market value. There is no getting around it. It cannot gifted, inherited, registered, incorporated, or disguised in any way—and even if you succeed, there is a law against that, too.
           I warned my Elliott, the inventor guy from British Columbia that this was on the way in 1995. Like a true Canadian, he guffawed that could never happen in a country as free and nearly perfect as Canada. We had a falling out some years ago, so I don’t know how he’s doing, but he’s aware I was the one who warned him to get out of that shit-hole 30 years ago. He did not listen. He always talked about retiring on an island in the Channel, and probably could afford it having lived in his parent’s basement his whole life. Well Captain Canada, not no more.
           Meanwhile, the rest of the country is boiling with hatred of some sort, my guess is the eastern politics. It’s a trend I attribute to Trump, not a single socialist cause has advanced since he defunded USAID. Not one left-wing candidate in the entire Americas has [since] been elected. Coincidence? Perhaps.

ADDENDUM
           It’s been just over year since the Z-box design, without a single sale. But look what we’ve learned, and that brings me to reporting the compliments. Today was even better, in the sense the party went on to say they did not like the fancier boxes. (They hooted when I reflexively referred to that as the ‘Elvis finish’.) In my best conversational style, I’ll write down what I’ve learned that makes the boxes rustic. By no means does today’s box get that way by itself.
           There are distinct differences in the boxes a year apart that do not result from the original design, in fact, I use the same jigs. They are hanging on nails in the cutting shed and have never been modified, but it now takes four jigs instead of two. These encompass both cutting and drilling. The other contributing factors are, including some I’ve recorded before, the selection and cutting of lumber. It must average 11% moisture but not less than 10%.

           Each piece is now hand-selected. And each box is made from one picket for color and dimensional consistency. The board must be cut within four days of purchase, and must be fastened within a day of being cut or you will get cupping. Boxes longer than six inches must be stapled, not pinned, and the corner joints must be glued. Most lumber has a good and a bad side, the good side faces outward.
           The wood is also selected for grain that runs long and parallel. There is no wrap-around or “waterfall” effect, but this is the stage where the logo is etched, so be careful what is out and up. The pieces have to be carefully matched up to achieve the best and most consistent effect.
           A certain amount of cupping is expected, but the wood rarely warps or twists. I now use clamps to force the wood into shape, but move fast and you don’t have to wrestle with it. I’m watching “Flyboys” in sections now, for like many “TV” movies, I’ve seen parts of it when I came in to start my gigs (in the old days, which was usually around 8:00PM), so that’s around half-way through what is called prime time. I guess it follows I'd see that part of many movies.

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June 21, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 21, 2025, priceless.
Five years ago today: June 21, 2021, they think it’s normal . . .
Nine years ago today: June 21, 2017, it’s representative.
Random years ago today: June 21, 2008, a cute little bulldozer . . .

           Happy summer solstice, longest day of the year and first day of summer. The sun is highest in the sky around this afternoon, then begins sinking south again. I never based much on pyramids and Stonehenge noticing this event. I mean, it’s not like they had the option of kicking back and listening to their Maroon 5 collections all day. One thing I do like primitive around here is my food, so I commenced to baking some sausage pie and carrots. There, I mentioned food, and the carrots are boiling on the stove even as we speak. What fun times will today bring? If I was smart, I’d take the day off and build, let me think, I know! Some boxes.

           Aha, something interesting. Using aerial surveys and A.I., prospectors are taking another look at abandoned gold mines in the Wyoming area. The gear and technique is said to map potential gold seams up to 400 feet deep. The contention is the miners never knew how close they were to striking it rich. In other news, my marketing manager has been permanently barred from the old club for fighting with the staff. I told you India was a tough cookie.

           This morning was not meant to be, I got progressively more tired instead of waking up, so I obeyed the signs. Back in the sack to read, this time more history. Now even less, as I woke up past 4:00PM. Am I healing or vegetating? Don’t know, so I peeled and boiled a pot of carrots to give the vegetate-side a head start. What doesn’t get eaten today gets pickled. Your daily highlight from the blog that dares. Unable to get un-sleepy, I’m due for any movie I can find in the next five minutes. Quick, name one more blog where you can read about carrots and celestial navigation on an equal footing? Where the author documents guitar players and any changes in his porridge diet?
           How about those interviews with Europeans who first visited America for the week’s big sport event, probably soccer? The ones most viral show up on my list and these are something to behold. What strikes them most? The huge disparity between reality and what their European media has been telling them for decades. They expected to see the Wild West, with shootings and riots on every street. They were stunned walking down streets in safety and at the abundance of things they were brainwashed as scarce. Like the Belgian holding up a 100-lb bag of sugar in disbelief. Or the Frenchman shocked at the size of Texas BBQ helpings.

           They are also stunned by nobody carrying guns, which is what they were taught to expect. One guy summed it up, that while we had rockets and oil, American croissants are a crime against humanity. He must immigrate here to save our breakfasts. He toured a bakery and says after that he wants to bring his own with him. The same amateur video says that some people can barely taste Swiss cheese unless they sniff pepper first. Makes sense in a way.

           What’s that racket? Mrs. Red, the birdbath timed out and she wants her afternoon shower. I missed another good day but the fact is I’m around to miss them. I’ll make you a deal, if it drops to near 80°F when the Sun moves along, I will at least go out to the shed and flick on the lights. Everything here is electric and it all works. Yes, I’m aware rates are going up again, but that is a budget item so we’ll have it as long as it is available. Not like California. And here’s a Vivitar glitch—white balance. See it dance around changing color intensity by itself. The contraction does that and cannot be adjusted.
           I’ve been noodling more with Hendrix’s old “Red House”. What is it with musicians and prostitutes. I became a musician partly so I would never have to resort to that and I never have. The recording is another studio overdub, that is, spots where there are two bass lines, always played by a guitarist with all the accompanying foibles. Normally Blues has distinct turnarounds so they are not adaptable to my someday-to-be-famous four-octave walkdowns but what have we here? If I ignore certain rules, three of every four notes is part of the pentatonic. Hmmmm.
Later, nope, four octaves won’t fit. Hey, but I tried.

Picture of the day.
Inside a data center.
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           It was impossible to shake this disagreeable tiredness, so I also restudied some sextant lore, as my plastic piece has been knocked out of whack. Everything that moves on it seems adjustable, I’ve just been husbanding all my energy for the work shed. I’m precariously low on coffee, but the sextant gets a look this afternoon. Later, here is a view of the sextant, still in perfect shape—except for lack of a decent carry case. Here I’m testing to see if it fits nicely inside a standard size. No such luck, it needs a custom fit. But see that box? Don’t you just hate it when you stain and finish a utility box and it turns out much too nice for that task?

           Anyway, when I decided to learn some navigation basics with the sextant, I didn’t know it would take ten years just to get this far. The world knew I would not sit all day, that I’d make it far as the shed. It was slow after that but I like my shed.. I finally wound up half destroying the oscillating saw to discover it was the well-buried switch. It can be put back in service, but with a new power switch that kind of makes it a bench tool. I also know exactly how those electric motors how work, it is an 1890 design, just with more rings.
           There may be a video nearby of this switch, showing a common problem with today’s non-Sears tools. This switch is a very common type produced by the zillions. It tests okay, shown here on the bench, but fails completely when installed back in the tool. The tool is now hard-wired and operated by plugging it in. Saves forty bucks and dealing with Harbor Freight whose biggest customer complaint is, as I predicted around ten years ago—their asshole return policy which involves scanning your driver’s license. A lose-lose scenario. It’s a lousy video, but you can see the test.

           Then we cut some small pieces for Memphis II. He’s go too many chips and missing wing tips to not have his own tiny house. Another trick of the trade with the fence pickets is not to cut them until momentarily before they get used. They will cup and I just had that happen with a beautiful set. They are still usable, as I’ve learned how to position them during assembly to cut them back into shape. But it is extra work and I’m kind of past the point of doing much of that.
           Last evening I also stopped at the old club to visit. It’s dead enough in there nowadays to do that, sad to say. That is also the staff that gets to review my latest projects because they have the most experience at it. This attracts interest, due to the fact it is handily the most interesting thing that ever happens there any more. There you have it, many people really like the design. (What’s lacking is cash offers.) And some day soon I just know somebody will tell me once to often it is way better than they can build anything comparable by themselves. If that is so, trust me when I say 90% of it is raw hand-on experience. So get off your haunches.

           Knowing I’d stay put inside, I brought in some laser work and discovered another limitation of the tool. It does not like to run even semi-continuously. No more than 8 minutes out of every 10 or it will self-shut down. It has done an admirable job for what is more of a toy (now that I know). The stated print area is wishful thinking, it will not print to the edge of the monitor display. And if anything stalls or interrupts a print job, it cannot be restarted. The function of the “continue” icon remains a mystery. You cannot wait for a cool-down and resume, the print is all or nothing. If it quits on you 80% done, you cannot edit the file to print just the last 20%. No matter how careful you are, it will never line up again.

           And a quirk (once again not mentioned in the literature) is the laser beam itself is meant to be focus for a shallow burn into the substrate surface but what about it getting there. A tiny exhaust fan sometimes allows smoke to fill the cavity momentarily. It was with interest I watched this effect which would normally be considered a bother. I’ve noticed something, which I am now testing, it is probably nothing, but the laser beam rides just over two inches from the surface when focused. That is enough for the beam itself to cool. That is, too close is out of focus, but it is also considerably hotter. Did you military types get that, or is this classified information of sorts? Relax, no Iranians in the room. No Taylor either, but that’s another story.
           The movie I chose is “Flyboys”, more than two yours long. But so far, extremely well-researched and the equipment is fantastically reproduced. More than impressive. Mars, the M&M people, in keeping with recent backlash against artificial additives, is dropping two colors. Blue and brown. Have you heard of Bentley’s Law? I hope it’s true, requiring drunk drivers who kill a parent to pay child support.
           But at the same time, there are too many instances of people snagged when drunk because other people hit them. Most people I know caught driving without insurance were hit by other vehicles.

ADDENDUM
           If “hospital” views make you queasy, skip this section. I do not know how self-dissolving sutures work in every case. I don’t publish many “biology” pics. This one had to be shown. I was informed the sutures had been removed after around day 90, there was no mention of any remaining. But there are, they were subcutaneous, and are slowly working their way to the surface. I could tell something was there but suspected nothing as everything was done under the eye of a specialist who took extra care in my case. For that matter, so did the entire hospital staff. I guess they do not often see a patient who writes so much.
           Here is the photo, which I would explain a bit. This is not good photography, but better shots did not reveal as much. This is by an old piece of equipment that only displays on screen, the resolution is terrible. But if I had not unmindfully turned the magnification dial to maximum, I would have missed this. This is at full power, which I believe on that old unit is around 920x. The field is so shallow I could not sharpen what you see here. There are artifacts and dust spots on the lens, the cover cap is long since lost, so you take what you can get.
           But you can see plenty of detail that counts. I’ve labeled what’s recognizable. The upper left shows the sliced off end and that is the tiny piece that was formerly buried to that level flush with the skin surface. This was mighty fine work, possibly done by some instrument. Yes, the red spots are blood, both dark coagulated and tiny pale tinges as the exit site resembles a small mosquito bite.
           This object is unbelievably tiny but I could tell there was something there. I see it was the larger knot and I can perceive five more present, or at least five more. So it takes months for these to work their way loose. All are [by day #144] well out of any deep tissue and in the skin layer. As such, they are harmlessly surfacing, though I would have liked to have been told the gory details Judging by my degree of discomfort, at some point there were around twelve of these.
           I expect to replace the camera in the next 30 days, something with video capabilities. Oh, and if you notice all those strategically placed “How much longer” posts on social media, that’s me.

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June 20, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: June 20, 2025, hand-picked.
Five years ago today: June 20, 2021, around $14,000 each.
Nine years ago today: June 20, 2017, early stain exploring.
Random years ago today: June 20, 2010, yeah, potatoes.

           Why is this day marked on my calendar with no notes? This and other great mysteries for today. Check the news, Tennessee has passed a Castle Law, you get to shoot people who don’t respect your life and property. It says here the global market for mirrors is $122 billion per year. No comment. More posts on-line about living in Thailand, although it really isn’t there anymore. I have not been there since around 1986, but the signs of international decay were already rife in every city. Men who consider consorting with prostitutes as normal will always be a majority. Most of them don’t really have any choice if they want variety.

           Alas, I wasted a beauty of a morning mostly reading. If you have twenty minutes to stare at confusion, here is a link to celestial navigation video concerning the LOP, or line of position, aspect I’m studying, slowly. It kind of explains why I left using the stars until last. This photo shows two hand tools with what I am hoping are identical as to the drive systems. One is rotary, the other is oscillating. The only difference that seems to matter is the metal heads screwed onto the housing. Please make them interchangeable.

           Too busy to start that project, I have some potential news. I knew there was a reason the people across the way could afford to mess around with that house for a year—I heard them arguing today. She does not want to move it, and that is that. Ain’t nobody that rich around here so I asked the neighbor. Seems the whole area knew, but then again, I’ve spend three of the past six months kind of in isolation.

           Sadly, the neighbor is not well. He usually paints. So, his place is with paintings like mine is with boxes. They are kind of everywhere. I just would not have the patience to paint. That does not apply to photography; just this week I purged 66,000 photographs, mostly backup copies from my storage. Once I’ve uploaded a photo even once, I keep only one backup, why bother with archiving more?

           Trump is now purposely teasing the Democrats and they are reacting like brats. One of their number has been arrested for polluting the reflecting pool. I had talk radio in the shed half the day and most radio is still left-wing. As in Israeli attack headlines but no mention it was in retaliation for a rocket attack. The Iranians are up to their old trick, signing peace treaties up front and funding terrorists out back.
           It looks like somebody is finally addressing the problem of illegals on welfare, in this case, Section 8 housing. No more leaving the citizenship line blank and collecting. I hope million get kicked off, I’ve been waiting a lifetime for that.

Picture of the day.
Navajo mental hospital.
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           A light cloud cover cooled it enough to get me out in the shed, where I didn’t really build boxes. I more improved, repaired, and put lids on boxes. Still wondering what happened to my green paint, I stayed in the shed until 5:00PM. I was not ambitious, rather caught in a downpour we all knew was coming. This also means I went without coffee all afternoon, so stay alert for flying objects. Oh, and I ran a load of laundry with another problem. That burnt caramel “hospital” niff remains. I don’t mind socks and underwear, but this time I unwittingly put my favorite red shirt in the hamper. Dang, I was going to wear that tonight .

           No way I’ll send you along without some more box-making video. This is the latest in generic boxes with el-cheapo plywood lids. For general storage, the lids are what makes them suitable for short-range transportation. In this instance, the box is for instrument and speaker cables, it will have a rope handle.

           Not shown is the relative ease these lids can be applied to existing boxes. But the hardware remains a real time-consumer. It [installation] can take as long as build the whole unit to custom-fit each hinge set, in this case these are strap hinges. That is, supposedly one of the easiest installs.
           On-line is no help, as most of them say the first step is to lay out the hinges and mark the positions—duh. There is also another picture, this shows two partial cuts with my fancy battery jig saw. Problem, the reason you see this is because both my 20V batteries seem to either not like that saw, or are not holding a charge. I suspect the tool, as the batteries die after the short cuts you see here, yet have been recharged only 66 and 140 times (out of a projected lifespan of 400 to 500) each respectively. And a replacement set is now $150.

           No red threads. So instead I donned my green shirt (these are important facts to many historians) and headed over to Kooters. The one big thing to report is the place was packed. They had live country entertainment and I’ve already had enough to say about that along Highway 17. Standing room only, somebody is either thinking or listening to me. I drive right past the other three establishments to get there, and they were all Deadsville.

           Finally, I get to hear Jack, the new guitar player who is a popular hit in the place. How could he get in so well and so fast and a dozen other questions, like why have I never heard of the guy? I have a lot of answers, but let me go grab a coffee, you see, it is already tomorrow morning. You can jump around with time lines like that when you own the blog, type of thing. Who is the guy? We don’t know, turns out he just moved to town three months ago.
           He is in the same style as Ray-B, who has disappeared since he got the new girlfriend, what, eight months ago already? He strums excellently and is precisely the type of guitarist I am looking for—except I need somebody not quite keen enough to solo, or they will go do that. I noticed his material was about half obscure tunes. So I waited for a break and talked to the guy for around four minutes. Plenty of time.

           He is self-taught and very interested in forming a band—he means a full band. His presentation was getting weaker toward the end, which happens when you run short of material. It would appear my background is something he knows is musically useful. I picked up on this and gave him my contact info, which he enthusiastically said he would call. I do not give phone numbers just like that, so we’ll see. Always leave it up to the guitarist to initiate contact.
           Of the tunes I recognized, I’ve played every one of them from “Stand By Me” to “Tight-Fittin’ Jeans”. He knows a drummer (who doesn’t) and listened closely when I described that I did all homework on my own time and yes, since he asked, I would learn enough tunes to stand in with him for a set. Move fast, before the Florida rot corrupts his act.

ADDENDUM
           The fun comment section today concerns the news half-story about a car that crashed into a house, upon which the homeowner shot the driver dead. I definitely side with the owner on that one. Rumors abound they were neighbors in a dispute, a case of lost control, or medical conditions—all missing the other side of the story which is the possible motive. Anyway, here are some of my favorite replies:

√ It’s like the damn apocalypse out here now
√ That was quick justice.
√ It's weird and missing important elements.
√ You may not drive into people's houses without repercussions fool
√ I will reconsider crashing through houses with my car. I had no idea it was dangerous.
√ The guy was a little but upset about having a car driven into his living room. I don't blame him.
√ Fake news withholding information about the ramming.
√ Someone drives a car into my house they're definitely getting Glocked.
√ You can’t park here.
√ He got what he deserved. Why drive like that,
√ The media trying to cover up the attempted murder by the driver.
√ No one is illegal in a stolen living room

           There is a huge margin for misinterpretation here. But if there was mitigating factors, the media neglected to mention so—but they had plenty of time to point out the dead guy was a grandfather. My stance has little to do with this affair, rather that the rate at which Americans “lose control” of their vehicles is phenomenal compared to other countries, Right there something hugely funny is going on. Then add to that how they manage to broadside people’s houses, the odd are staggering. I’d sooner believe a California vote-count.
           And get a load of Biden playing the dementia card. He’s appearing at selected events where Jill leaves him alone to go into his lost act. Biden knows what’s coming and he’s worried. The old maxim of accusing your enemy of what you are doing has been evoked by the Hildebeest. America loves it when Democrats get caught in their own trap. Her plan was always to orchestrate public violence, label it insurrection, and declare martial law. Well, now she is claiming she feels locked in her own house and it is Trump seeking the New World Order.

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