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March 15, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 15, 2025, the damage was extensive.
Five years ago today: March 15, 2021, the net is a right.
Nine years ago today: March 15, 2017, a motherhood roll.
Random years ago today: March 15, xxxx, WIP

           Pancakes at 5:30AM and another low-activity day begins. I won’t waste the time, I chose to read on up on sensors. I have some, infrared and motion, etc, but my old habit means once I know how they work, I have not connected any. Depending on core energy levels, I may see if I can find where I put them. My interest began much earlier, during the late part of the Vietnam war. Many magazine articles revealed how American tech was beginning to remove the traditional communist ability to hide in the dark. I was fascinated by the scopes, radar, beams, and sensors. The one I liked best was mechanical. Just beads that popped when stepped on, like bubble wrap. America dropped them on jungle trails and listened. Good morning.

           It’s gloomy out at dawn, so let’s examine our latest box production Relax, just a quick look, here are two “rejects”. They are good boxes, but have some defect I’m addressing. These have knots which cause splits. You can see how standardized this design has become. Sales are still zero and the best boxes are given out as gifts and samples. It is not lost that of all the shed hobbies I’ve got, these are still the only item that has any chance of finding a market.

           It is still fence picket lumber, the top box is from one piece, the lower box showing a difference in weathering from assembled pieces. One finishing touch is the staples. The Z-box requires 1-1/4” staples and I’ve discovered the best joint is when the crown is across the grain, even if this sometimes causes chip so near the edge of the wood. There is no pretence at fancy, the emphasis is on utility. Four of the five staples are seen, the other is behind my grip. The joint is also glued. Boxes any bigger than this don’t have the strength to resist cupping.

           Not much else this morning but I read for hours. Here’s something that interests me if I ever get some strength back. This is a pathway made of baggies and cement. Yes, sandwich bags. Scoop the compound into the bags, each will be a bit different. Then place them in a form of your choice, then flatten them a little. I like the concept, as it fits my yard layout, where paving stones have always been a poor fit.
           Once the concrete hardens, you take a blowtorch and burn way the plastic. I’ve already thought of a shallower, flatter frame that could be used as a small foundation or retaining wall. One reason I don’t care for remote control models is the terrible response. I’ve crashed every drone the first day because the lag time is too great. Then I watched a video of the same models being controlled by A.I. Pretty impressive.

           I first saw micro-control on a train set in Colorado 13 years ago. It was so realistic I stared to see. Then I saw A.I. coupled with some toy speedboats. I could spot each boat behaving, but as a fleet, that was something else. Should I have built something when I had the chance? Not really, you see, I recognized for me it would have amounted to taking on a new career. And did I not warn 25 years ago that most resumé services are bogus? They exist to market your personal information. I discovered this in 2002 when none would accept my resumé without references. I specified I would only supply such information after a job interview, since only the employer had any need for such information.

           NASA continues to foot-drag and stall. More leaks and bad space suits, technology that was in use more that 40 years ago. While I like sci-fi movies about colonies and such, I also have fatigue with all the pre predictable character drama. I want to see non-humanoid aliens get blasted, not an AIDS epidemic on Pluto. It seems to me that the criteria for a spaceship crew would weed out most known abrasive or problematic personality types. You don’t send feminists, queers, libtards, imbeciles, and sub-Saharans to colonize Mars. You just don’t.
           Nor can McDonalds find skilled enough labor to fix their ice milk machines. Today I wanted a shake, but had to settle for a kind of crushed ice coffee thing, a coffee slushie. Here it is, Mocha Frappé, $4.80.

Picture of the day.
Portable sundial, circa 950 A.D.
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           Chase Bank just cost me a half-day delay and ruined a surprise I had planned for weeks. It’s the branch in Winter Haven. The ATM is in an entrance hallway, I’ve told you how they moved in large Amazon locker system and began locking the hall at night. Today I arrived to see the tiny note they are now closed on Sundays. So, the doggies at the pound starve until I can get up that way again and instead of a 20-mile round trip, I had to drive 68 miles via Lakeland. This delay means I missed the phone payment by five minutes (meaning another trip to town), only half my shopping is done, and I got caught in the afternoon rainstorm. Up yours, Chase.

           Worse, the rain means I could not stop for small fence pickets, meaning I did not get home in time to build a box I had intended to surprise as a gift to Laurie, the therapist. But that will now not happen and who knows when will next ever be in the area, certainly not before she has forgotten who I am. Up yours again, Chase, you and those stupid lockers, you cheap bastards. You put up a sign, what more do people want?

           The rain meant an hour’s delay, so I listened to more of “Bullet”. It gets interesting later because she gives unplanned details as she talks about herself. I did not know about police “comparison bullets” or that doctors regular video unusual operations without asking. She is on about how these are inconveniences but as the plot moves along, it adds up to and interesting sub-plot. What gives when a cold case is re-opened, and even some insight as to when the police are lying.

           Here’s the story at the moment. Our bullet lady goes to the crime scene of 30 years ago. She discovers some old people who know things, like her mother having affairs, and the possibility of a will, as an only child. The house had sold for $90,000. The bullet in her neck is now wanted by three crime departments, she’s trying to bed her doctor, her department head gives her keys to a Paris apartment, and her medical chart has been stolen—and she barely escapes a break-in. At all times, the story emphasizes, she was wearing proper clothes and sensible shoes.

           Here’s a meme that appeared on Gab, followed by the replies I liked the most.

• it's not like you have a choice.
• I don’t date manatees, so we’re even.
• A beluga whale couldn't find that G-spot.
• Looks like you eat them.
• At least wait till you deliver those octuplets.
• Looks like her head is on backwards.

ADDENDUM
           Following the voyage of the Sarimanok took my interest mainly for the things that went wrong. Even I know all rope lashings will eventually come loose out in the ocean. And some crew member will have forgotten to mention an old and chronic medical condition. The boat is now somewhere near Christmas Island. There are other unspoken rules for these crossings. Do not take along any spare parts or make any of the sleeping quarters waterproof. Do not take along any native boatbuilder and do not anticipate big problems. Otherwise, what would there be to make videos about?
           You should also realize any storms will be the worst you’ve ever seen and that way out on the briny, things like hepatitis can be fatal. They finally haul out the sextant to get medical help on some islands whereupon I notice they have the identical sextant I do. Except mine has been banged around for years without being recalibrated.

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March 14, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 14, 2025, neat wood treatment,
Five years ago today: March 14, 2021, nicer than my Caddy.
Nine years ago today: March 14, 2017, a research day.
Random years ago today: March 14, 1997,Sedro Woolley, WA.

           The carrier USS Lincoln has been withdrawn from the battle area. That is how you say “hit by drones” without saying “hit by drones”. These carriers have been large, fat targets for decades. And this is their wakeup call.

           Insomnia at 4:30AM sharp, so I took a look at dating sites, always good for laugh, and now a candidate for A.I. Once you get past the usual whining, some of the points raised were very valid. For instance, the higher status a woman achieves, the smaller her dating pool. That’s the opposite of men. The company CEO can marry his secretary, but the female executive has to marry up. I’ll bloviate this topic in today’s addendum. Meanwhile, I made a pot of cream wheat, to perfection. Help yourself, there’s half & half, turbinado, and nutmeg on the table.
           Yep, the Democrats are broke. California is pushing the $60k tax on selling your house and now New York wants half your worth when you die. Washington passed the “millionaires tax” and Starbucks left for Florida. I followed a link to a tuba recital, thinking I might hears some bass riffs. Worse musical site I have ever heard. There is a slowdown in housing sales as the Deep State begins to purchase vet clinics.

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Quincy, California.
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           I’ve nothing for you except some time in the shed. The first gift box warped, so I selected my best lumber and built a replacement. Without the logo. The work went slow for my liking. A couple other boxes got finished but this whole condition has to change. No way I should be so drained from such mild activity. I zapped in the last staple and headed indoor so watch a documentary on German East Africa. Impressively accurate.

           The searchword “navigation” found another of those expeditions to prove people in bongo boats and such could have sailed across open ocean. In this case, an outrigger from Bali to Madagascar (1985).

           Pretty amazing to watch people spending years on tropical beaches hand-building sailboats at an age I was trapped working in a lumber mill just to stay alive. Then again, I was raised to believe there were only 40 or 50 rich people in the world and the rest of us were condemned to a life of hard labor. So don’t laugh.
           Using traditional lore, they buily the “Sarimanok”, which as you see is quite a substantial craft. The food provisions took up half, and it has an interesting “kitchen” where they made a lot of tea. It was well known by that era if you sail west far enough, you eventually hit land. So navigation could be done by a modified shadow stick. Tell the guy at the tiller to keep the shadow on the center peg most of the time. Until somebody starts yelling or you hear a crunching sound. Sarimanok is the local word for chicken.

           Healthwise, today is best rated “stable”. One bright spot is I heard someone outside at the back ask for a small saw. I walked out and nobody was there. Just the long fence and walkway between he various sheds. So I stepped back into the shade and five minutes later, there it was again. Nobody. An hour later, the neighbor came over to mention his TV was on the blink, so Festus is canceled next week. I mentioned the voice asking for the saw and he was taken aback. That was him and the other neighbor in the front yard. He could not believe I heard it from that distance. Yes, and I heard it while the compressor was running.

ADDENDUM
           I agree on most women’s dating woes, but that isn’t saying they are right. The major point batted around is that successful women create a surplus of easy sex in the marketplace. This makes logic to me, because of my views on infrastructure—only people successful in their own environment can shape and choose the world about them. The reality for most people is they have almost no say in how and where they live. That, tells a quick glance, is not the ideal circumstance for meeting the mate of your dreams.
           And that definitely applies to dating. Right or wrong, women want to “date up” and that is your root cause of unrealistic expectations. I surfed such web posts for a couple hours and it did not leave me feeling any empathy for your average woman. I admit I choose my women for what they can bring into my world—but I only got that way after extreme exposure. I said extreme exposure, and nobody listened. I spent over ten years in an office building with 200 women, but that is a different story. The things I learned of women, you do not want to know.

           Of course, I paid attention to what these “successful” women wanted in a man. It was a repeat of the seventh grade. The usual stipulation was “tall” which apparently means 5-foot-10 and is often coming from women who are under 5-foot-4. Men are no better for insisting on “pretty”, but the difference is women are supposed to know better.
           How about a closer look at, say, the top five “successful” women, confined to America and since there are not that many, we’ll include heirs and divorcees as “self-made”. I would narrow it down to these women:

Judy Love – the Love’s truck stop widow.
Diane Hendricks – the ABC supply chain widow.
Judy Faulkner – Epic medical records, probably unique.
Marian Ilitch – the Little Caesar’s widow.
I give up, I could only find four.

           Falkner, who is married and 82, is what I would rate self-made. All those leaky medical records that keep getting stolen? She designed the original record-keeping system. A programmer, her philosophy parallels mine. Never borrow money. Never acquire or get acquired, the company shares are tightly held, though I am still curious how she broke into the business. In 1979, I too was a budding database fan, but could not find a single bank or business who would adopt my system, I even went door-to door to people who loved my work.
           Did I ever mention my very first database? It was a mailing list, which were common, but this one kept track of which address, not which person, had already received a flyer. A 30% savings in cost in printing and postage, but not even the local newspaper, who lost money on over-deliveries, would adopt it. Note that in 1979 I did not have a computer, I had to drive 65 miles to the nearest campus and beg for time. The only output was printed reports I designed myself, which were then processed manually.

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March 13, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 13, 2025, the morning off.
Five years ago today: March 13, 2021, why combat robots?
Nine years ago today: March 13, 2017, a horse-racing term.
Random years ago today: March 13, 1982, not that Boston.

           We need some excitement around here. Today that could amount to more time in the shed. Nothing like being stuck in a chair to make walking suddenly seem like fun. Gas soars, yet only 2.2% of US oil goes through Hormuz. Ray-B is finally able to play some music again, but has to wear special noise muffs. No gigs, but he’s got a stead girlfriend or I think he does. He writes originals, so I asked for some tracks. Nothing has happened today but I still need the day off.

           Before I forget, I confirmed my appointments next week and they will be taking a close look at why my wounds are taking their time. One thing that does not help is that LifeVest, because it is heavy. If you leave it on the desk, you will eventually stand up with the cable attached. It falls and tugs on the shoulders. Or if you use the shoulder strap, the top edge lines up with part of the incision and that causes hurt. Can’t win.
           I set the game camera wrong, an easy error with its 3-position slide switch. Here’s the last footage of the frustrated squirrel who cannot get the birdseed from the railing like before. This round of Squirrel Wars goes to me, the Defender of Cardinals. How long before this guy pulls something else. Not the semi-mess in the yard, with the big ladder that has, over time, put on so much weight I can’t lift it. I’ll reset the camera for the raccoon trails tonight, we have not seen them for a while.

           Morning did not bring any activity. I’ve finally paid extra for the bandwidth to watch movies. Today’s feature is, “Red Dragon” with Hannibal the Cannibal. What a novel theme, that whole series. And yes, he finally does blink, right at the beginning of his first scene. What’s this? Apple is getting high praise for the cheapest laptop they have ever marketed. $599, I’ll take a look. The Reb called and we are both getting the same non-response from Caltier. This is not a complaint, they have paid out money—but the seasoned investor knows the source and distribution details are important.
           For example, if they [Caltier] sell a property, I expect a much different amount of money than if they rent out all the units. It’s just great to chat, around here there is nobody really intelligent or informed enough about anything but their own tiny affairs. We discussed the deteriorating situation with social security and the mounting backlash against illegals on welfare. No way should illegals be getting twice as much as citizens, or getting anything at all.
           Later, “Red Dragon” was weak, the character of the killer was never that scary, the women not that pretty. Generally good acting, but not a masterpiece. Trivia, it was six years ago today that COVID-19 was declared a “global pandemic”. By Fauci, who has still gone into hiding. Wales has become the first country to enact a law whereby politicians who lie can be fired. America needs a law saying they must answer direct yes/no questions. In very de-emphasized news, the European Panel (their sorry excuse for a parliament) has ramped up the return rate of refugees. Let them seek freedom where they belong.
Picture of the day.
11th Power Lineup.
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           And just like that, the day is gone. I walked 30 paces to the game camera and got winded. No such thing as a quick nap these days, I was out for three hours. I brought this up talking to the doctor’s assistant this morning, who tells me all these spells I’m having are normal. Maybe for lazy people with little to do, but naps like that put me out too much. We have a woodpecker visitor, though it might not be the downey. So I went back outside a second time to reset the camera, and folks, that is how fine the margin—I almost did not make it back to the house. One moment you are walking, the next you just flop down and can’t move. I just squeezed back and fell asleep for nearly five hours.’ Told ya. And this is just a doggie painting because I have nothing else for you.

           Next I found “Dune 2021”, the movie. It’s already dark, another empty day. But I will break this cycle. I’ve never much followed the plot of Dune but the special effects are great. Another society that has nuclear propulsion but still has a medieval economy. Advanced as these galactic types are, they never can find peaceful planets with the resource they are seeking. This time, it is sand worms again. Argh, I’ve run up against some sort of youTube blocker. I’ll leave the hack to those who have the time, instead I took a closer look and SLM, or small language models.

           These are the algorithms that work on smaller A.I. data files. That’s small as in this entire blog is too small to move the needle. They call it A.I. but once more, a close look shows it is not. It takes the data and shunts it into numeric slots, then finds patterns that are used to predict what comes next. So once again, no intelligence, just sophisticated pattern matching. And confined to text input, probably because their recording of your private conversations are all they really got.
           Years ago in this blog, I reviewed “Ship of Gold”. It has been salvaged and one of the treasure hunters just got out of jail. The shipwrecks are supposedly subject only to maritime law, but various governments have laid claims. Thompson spent ten years in jail for refusing to tell where he’d stashed gold coins—even though he wisely said that he could not remember. The coins are worth around $50 million. If he had read this blog 12 years ago, he might have had a happier time of it.
           I’ll say it again—if you find an unexpected fortune, do NOT tell anyone, particularly not the authorities. Fisher lost his most valuable artifact when it was ruled historical and seized by a museum. I believe JZ’s family was one of the investors, I know they knew the Fishers. And it is probably nothing, but Silverstein, the guy who bought and insured the World Trade Center, just acquired the US Bank tower in Los Angeles.

ADDENDUM
           The Senate today passed a housing affordability law, banning investors from owning more than 350 single family homes. If you own fewer, you are not deemed and investor, and to won more, you just form another company. Doing business this way is a lasting legacy of the Democrats, you know. Old people vote for them and then blame their woes on society, no I do not feel sorry for old people who have to go back to work to make ends meet. At least not without knowing who they voted for. I didn’t used to be that way.
           When I lived out west, I enjoyed watching the crazy people in California did their own graves. It was a given the moment Proposition 13 was passed (back in ’78) that liberals would instantly begin trying to find ways around it. That’s the law that limits property taxes to 1% of assessed value—with caps on assessments. The latest scam is a “property transfer tax” that aims to levy 6% of the sales price, payable by the seller. And your average city home in that State is around a million dollars. Midterms will be here before you know it, this could be fun. If the Democrats lose, it is not just turmoil. The corruption is so bad, the place will face collapse.
           And I propose a new term for these places that want a fee to protect the data they collected on you, to remove pop-up ads, and don’t say they are subscription sites: e-blackmail. If you see it, you saw it here first.

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March 12, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 12, 2025, that dang cabin floor.
Five years ago today: March 12, 2021, some Boolean code.
Nine years ago today: March 12, 2017, it’s manure.
Random years ago today: March 12, 2001, one more exam.

           Says here most adults today do not have hobbies. That figures, it would tear them away from phone time. Good morning to a heavy sky and bit of fog. It spells rain and the good news is I have (so far) no after-effect from a few hours in the shed last afternoon. Why, I’ll have another coffee and find some trivia. We see some releases of the Epstein files, but so far the only names mentioned (around 30 people) are people who work for the Trump administration. This fools nobody, we know it’s nearing election time and the voter ID thing could holocaust the Democrats.

           Finally, momentum is gathering again, I can walk more steady than even 48 hours ago and we have e-mails from Texas, Tennessee, and Orlando. The Prez reports his lady is back, but in a wheelchair which are not designed for home use. He has not found a band but keeps up learning new material. Mind you, he is still much more partial to slow music, so I don’t even recognize a lot of the ballad-like numbers.
           I hear there is yet another war going on, though once more it has not the slightest impact except for gas prices around here. How about a new (to me) theory on the pyramids? Without a lot of preamble, it states that the pyramids were build from the top down on hills that existed before they started. This would offer good explanations of how they got the angles so straight. It’s the first really new twist on this ancient mystery that I’ve heard in a long time.

           Once again, I’m trapped immobilized, but able to get around enough to stay happy. The time is for study. To quantify my recovery, I seem to be gaining at about ½% per week. I also have a problem with the chest wound not healing properly. That’s generous because relapsing is frequent. I also have a problem with the chest wound not healing properly. Boredom is an issue. I’m currently watching documentary on bit-swapping, which I mentioned last day but do not understand on a practical level. I have sticks of RAM I never could “decode”.
           Remember “Just Once” Mark? There is a commentator on-line that could be his twin. Mark’s the guy who stressed his father helped him out just once, after that, he was on his own. Hey, Mark, how many times did daddy put you through university? Just once. How many times did he buy you a house? Just once. Yeah, that guy. I almost forgot your trivia. The first locomotive that was to haul borax broke down and was hauled back to the mine by the 20-mule team. And that dandelion is smack in the path of my driveway. Will it bloom or get trampled in the dark? I identify with that plant.

Picture of the day.
Bleeding tooth mushroom (yuck).
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           News from the east says a KC-135 tanker has been shot down over “friendly” territory. This is the “missing” Boeing 737 airliner at one point. Crew of six dead and it is common knowledge these refueling tankerss often overfly disputed airspace. I see another Viet Nam scenario if the Iranian missile program goes underground. One missile a month would be enough to strain the US military. It’s already been a $10 billion dollar war.

           Music. This new guy’s list shows him to be another B-side artist. Never playing the hit song. But I’ll see if I can get to a gig, as sometimes it’s a wish list. But some of these are Broadway musicals. I mean, who plays “Easy To Be Hard” (Three Dog Night) any more. If asked to name a Kansas tune, few would say “Lonely Way”. Just for the record, those two tunes have, in my opinion, some of the worst and most contrived possible styles of bass. They are memorized guitar scales cranked out to fit obscure guitar chords.
           What I reviewed instead is more of “Hotel California”, which is heavily studio overdubbed. I chose the best of the three guitar solos and riffs to blend into a generic sound. This was complicated as the result does not match the chords being played, kind of what harmonica players would call cross-harp.

           Here’s today’s output, five boxes, but only one is new. The others I told you how they just needed a custom-fitted bottom plate. Three of the boxes are rejects, a direct result of my deteriorated condition. I was out there two hours, mind you, and I reviewed the exercise sheets from therapy. While I’m beyond most of the stretching and squeezing reps, they are a barometer of what is expected. Remind me to take it easy longer each day than I move around.
           My grip is slowly returning, for now I have to reach for clamps which slows things down. The air staplers easily exceed the five-pound limit but I make sure I never lift over table height. There was a rain shower that kept the late afternoon just right. Fitting those final bottom slats goes better when I’m happy and comfortable.
           Here’s something, when I’m working away in the shed, certain actions trigger distant memories for me. When I drill the thumbholes, I get memory flashes of a girl I knew in the third grade. When I plane slats to fit, I think of that mother-daughter duo that lost their way. When II use the belt sander, I wonder how the hillbilly is doing. Maybe that anesthetic was a lot worse on my brain than I thought. Worse, these flashes are pretty consistent.

           A.I. has destroyed youTube as a source of information. One documentary claims 100,000 Flak 88 guns disappeared after the war. German only built 19,650 total. Some appeared in North Korea, but you don’t hear much about performance. It seems without a German crew, the gun is pretty ordinary. Remember Claymore mines? It uses an explosive called C-4 and newer mines have up to 25 pounds inside, which makes these mines sought after. C-4 is like plastic, it can be molded into any shape, so it has become the munition of choice for improvised drones. The mines can be pried open (carefully) and the material scooped out.

ADDENDUM
           The KYC for “know your customer” has always been a shifty operation. Today is was revealed they kept the data on the Internet, unencrypted. This is the info used by banks and investment firms to verify your identity. The files, including social security numbers and home addresses has been copied and stolen. That’s over a billion identities from the entire civilized world. Guess what? My information is not on there. Because I never gave it out in the first place—the ONLY way to keep your info private. Boo-hoo, all you ass-clowns with nothing to hide.

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March 11, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 11, 2025, 24,300.
Five years ago today: March 11, 2021, learning hinges.
Nine years ago today: March 11, 2017, I loved that Rebel.
Random years ago today: March 11, 2007, Starbucks, no women.

           Here’s a soon to be rare sight. Old Winnie on the five pound note. A committee, led by a Jamaican/Sri Lankan has moved the currency change from historical figures to depictions of wildlife. Saying the change is overdue, Nadeem himself kind of resembles an anteater. Britain became a non-country over such things. Today’s forecast says a record high. I’ll be needing some time out there. Then again, I’ve always thought that old warmonger resembled a hedgehog.

           That was Plant City on the phone, the guitar player from the band site. Same as myself, he gave up trying to connect over there. Everybody looks, nobody calls. I saw his peek at my site and recalled he had sent his contact info back when the Prez and I were rehearsing—but it was about the time the Prez glommed on to voicings, the trick of two musicians sounding like a band. So we went that route. Now things have drastically changed.
           My original mileage limit was 25 miles (the Prez was 22) but that no longer has relevance in that playing out a few times beats more trips that go nowhere. Let’s call the new guy Dave, and I found part of his old list (he’s sending me an update). He plays a lot of 60s, as in Beatles, Dave Clark, and bands with names like the Drifters. Before my time, but fun to play. If I recall, he teams up with a keyboard player, but he’s quickly spot the advantages of a duo. As ever, do not get any hopes up. This is the music business. There is always some form of deal-killer the guitar player isn’t being up-front about.

           It got pretty warm out there, so I missed the cold spell. But it may have taken out my neighbor’s two beautiful avocado trees. Did I say mango last day? Tell me to wake up. Over the years, he has lost most of what was once a small orchard on his north side. This photo shows the nicest tree, it used to be deep and dark green year-round. Like myself, it is showing signs of recovery. But those leaves are dead and crisp and about to hit the ground.
           There is news from Nashville. Radio promotion is more of a factor to the studios than the audience (if you ask me). The most I can say for sure is 90% of all new songs I’ve heard in my life were on the radio, usually in the car. But that is back when there were real radio stations. But that changed for me on the trip to Smithville, remember that?

           We went out to give a guy a lift and he commented what a nice song came on the radio. He did not know he was riding with the singer. Yes, I did recently sink money into some radio promo, but more to test the water. It is rare for me to invest in what I don’t understand.

           Today was not all energetic and I took another look at phased array radar. I know the theory, but there is something else I wanted to know. Like in navigation, the farther from the center you get, the more the edge of the wave becomes almost a straight line. The rays of the sun, for instance, seem to strike the Earth as parallel waves. Military radar uses this principle to focus beams without having to aim the radar dish itself. Alas, I could not find info, but it was fun to learn so much. Here’s the quick version.
           Phased array has become cheap because, get this, it uses many of the same parts a cell phones. Next, it is fast, up to ten times faster than conventional radar. There were once 500 of these regular radars, mostly at airports. Because phased array beams can be shared and relayed, the number has dropped to around 200. Savings are in the billions. When you see the weather map that “jerks” into the next scene, that’s conventional radar. When it flows smooth like a video, that is phased array. How cheap is it? Well, China built a big unit in the Himalayas that now monitors all the missile tests of India. China used to use spy ships in the Bay of Bengal, but recalled them all (see addendum).
           The electronics is conceptually simple though I would not attempt it. One day soon, I plan to go through my gear and find my Arduino box. It has been misplaced for years. Not today. I have just the energy to go out to the shed. Even this minor activity means the evening off, though I may not fee tired. I’ve learned, and there is another movie I’ve never seen. “Kingdom f Heaven”. Reputed to have dull characters and a meandering plot, it might be the background I need for some study sessions.
           Sad, but one of my favorite word games has gone millennial. It’s an association game that takes two minutes while logging on. But lately, it has become impossible to solve without knowing slang terms related to feminism, fat reduction, and television. Disgusting terms.

Picture of the day.
Grill growth.
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           A drought it is. I walked around the house to take stock. Here is the neighbor’s other avocado tree, but that brown appearance can also be caused by a freeze. I’m just smart enough not to push the envelope, but I was able to walk around with decent balance for two hours. I used the time for some light work in the shed, centering on boxes. I tended to finish box bottoms, these are the slats or bottom plates of my chosen design.

           This box, for all the planning, is still very much a self-taught affair. I’ve known for a while some decisions are in order. Hey, I said I could make management decisions, I didn’t say I liked it. No wonder good staff get paid more. There are two issues to address. First is the old bottom panels. There is no dimension the fence panels can be cut to fit without screwing around with the final piece.
           Making the pieces unequal widths will work, but the product is not as appealing. My plan is to see if cutting one panel in half will produce a symmetrical result with the final piece. I’ve noted this final piece is the most time-consuming and fussbudget part of the process. I have a nice pile of ends that didn’t fit destined for the burn barrel.

           I get to snigger at anyone who thinks this box would be easy to copy. The second management verdict involves cosmetics again, in this case the laser etcher. By now we all love logos and emblems. What could go wrong? Burn the pattern, assemble the box. Here is a nice video that demos the hitch. This is just a clip of drilling the thumbholes. The board is flipped over to ward of tear-out from the drill bit. Take a closer look at the board.

           It isn’t flat. In real life, these fence panels continue to warp, even after fastening. Part of the method is to learn which way to assemble the wood to minimize cupping. Timing is critical, the board can warp within minutes of being cut or moved. So, what makes this a management problem? The logo. The etcher is too light duty for outdoor deployment. It is best placed on a desk near the computer and treated as a delicate peripheral.

           That entails carrying the box pieces to be burned from the shed to the office, then back again. Turns out this is plenty of time for the wood to act up. The problem is, having the logo etched means the box has to be assembled so those marks are correctly oriented. Rarely does this match the optimum wood distortion. The realistic solution is to burn the logo on the box after assembly. That means bringing full size boxes and placing them under the laser. It follows the laser must then be propped and braced, as the plastic housing can easily shift from the moving weight of the heavier laser module. Right now, space and money are limited. Management.

ADDENDUM
           The Bay of Bengal is a weapons zone. This is where India tests missiles, rockets, ships, subs, and tactics. Anywhere else is too close to Pakistan. So I went on eBay to once again show how easy it is for those with even half a brain to stump the Internet. Not one match on “phased array radar”, but I did find some parts. Lots of books and models nobody asked for. A.I. indicates the starting price is around one million dollars each.

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March 10, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 10, 2025, a fault in others.
Five years ago today: March 10, 2021, inherently faulty.
Nine years ago today: March 10, 2017, my flowers don’t grow.
Random years ago today: March 10, 2005, I hate stupid.

           What is this, Day 41? That would explain why the medical community is touchy about recovery chances. Nothing prepared me for this. Yet, that isn’t strictly true, in the sense I have long prepared for a quieter and less active life. I just thought it would take a lot longer to get there. Good morning, my guide list says mention breakfast. Fried spuds and muffins right out of the oven. But the loss of taste remains and it is not improving. No matter how well it starts, after five or so bites of anything, the flavor disappears. That’s a problem.

           Last day I read about the two-piston tractor. Here is the John Deere next door, so I hobbled over for a look. Sure enough, here is a photo showing the cutout to access a single piston, the other is probably the other side. Once more, I pose a simple question that stumps the entire Internet. Not one direct answer to the question why early tractors were limited to two pistons. Several articles told this arrangement is what gave tractors their characteristic sound, which makes sense. The location of this spark-plug cutout means the motor is located on the bottom of this chassis.

           I’ve earmarked today for another do-nothing period. I’m still watching “The Way Back”, a dumb title. I always wondered if it is true thirsty people can “get sick” if they drink water too fast. There you go, yet another yes-no question not one Internet genius can answer. Lots of indirect answers that it could bother people with bad kidneys to start with, and imbalance electrolytes, which some folks claim they can tell. I don’t believe them, it is just thirst.
           Later, I finished the movie. It lacks the intensity of the book. The movie kept me still for two hours, which is more important just now. Some years ago I attempted to train myself to do this, but failed. I would get up every twenty minutes for a coffee, or something, or put on a second movie simultaneously, or sometimes read a book while watching the movie. So it takes a major heart situation to get me to behave like others my age. Isn’t that something?

Picture of the day.
Pro wood cutting.
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           Sitting still, I got to more documentaries. My focus was companies that were big when I was growing up which have now disappeared. Gone are Sears, Schwinn, Baldwin, and the lesser-missed Kodak and Xerox. Radio Shack is gone, and I really miss Borders. I was seeking some common factor like failure to adapt. I suppose failed business decisions and changing markets would be that category, but so was the wholesale shipping of the work and technology overseas.
           Baldwin was my study choice. The documentary correctly covered the impact of a piano, that it was the mark of a good family. The kids were getting culture, the parents were now middle class. None of this applied to my situation, not one of my siblings ever got past a few weekss. This was curious indeed, how they heard me practice every day and decided to take lesson to prove it was easy and I was just a slow learner, but that is a different story. The Baldwin factory is now a condo.
           We never had a Baldwin and I did not know much about pianos at all. I believe I had 90 piano lessons in my life before I decided to form my own band, which is also another story. Those lesson took nearly three years and I knew I was no classical piano player. But I had figured out the circle of fifths and forced myself to hear when chords matched—I did not have any source of coaching for this, so yes, it did take often years for items that could have taken minutes.

           Google announces a new format of youTube ads. They are unskippable 30 second plugs, which Google says is to allow viewers to watch the ads in a more “relaxed living room setting”. I predict the adblocker people already have the workaround. People who trusted the age verification software to be anonymous are reporting their real names are being searched from places like Israel.

ADDENDUM
           What about progress? There isn’t any. I’m still wavering between spells of energy and weakness, both around 40% of optimum. My right leg is still draining though the wound has closed roughly a third. My left leg still feels hot and paralyzed under the skin, with surges of fiery pain. No gout today but my chest wound still isn’t narrowing. And I’ve got a sharp pain across the upper chest, the pain I was expecting weeks ago. The bone-mending pain. But none these pains stop me from moving around freely. The chest pain is worst, but tolerable.
           Sleep can strike fast, but comes on instantly if I lean back or lay back. A nap is two to four hours. I have a mild pain right where I think my appendix might be. I’m a lot steadier standing up, it’s enough to have me avoid walking. I also have several small healing scars on my neck and wrists that must have served some purpose.
           The revelation to me is that recovery is such a long stretch that possibly there is a real danger of one’s overall condition not being up to the task. I’m beginning to suspect part of this drawn-out return is due to demands being placed on one’s general regular health. This second day of almost complete immobility is telling me my normal constitution can easily be stressed by, for example, the sharp chest pains of today. Could that explain the ups and downs? Hmmm, could that explain the rumor of the 50% survival rate? I can tell you the needs can easily tap into strengths in your core that might not be there for the taking. Lie down, and you can be out for hours. Hmmmm.

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March 9, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 9, 2025, save the scraps.
Five years ago today: March 9, 2021, Charla sells the bar.
Nine years ago today: March 9, 2017, rewired and working.
Random years ago today: March 9, 2016, I hate TV addicts.

           Food. I’m awake, but is my appetite. It’s a beauty of a morning with a light fog off the Gulf. I’m feeling inert, which is better than last day. I have a medley of spuds, sausage, onions, and gravy on the burner and have used up only half my coffee supply. What will become of today? Go get yourself and extra coffee and meet me back here in a few hours.

           Meanwhile, let’s check the news feeds for the first time since January. Aha, sure enough the “age verification” Internet crap is nothing more that more surveillance of adults. Some sites want copies of government ID and demanding a matching live image. If you are just now noticing, you are 30 years too late. The true age enforcement is the responsibility of parents, not the government. Welcome to Canada-think, “How can we protect your privacy if you won’t show us any ID?”

           Here’s a picture that may show a soon-to-be outlawed activity. Called “balcony power”, it is what it looks like. Folks are rigging them up to ward off the outrageous (and predicted) price increases for electricity. (For an explanation why I did not do this long ago, see addendum.) The contention is these kits are fastened with zip ties and such. The power companies have town councils saying that makes them unsafe in bad weather—but not the flower boxes.
           How about those smart glasses JZ and I looked at in the Dadeland Mall last month? Swedish researchers reveal that data sharing is enable by default, and once activated does not turn off once you take off the glasses. Outfits like FaceBookX have demonstrated they accept lawsuits over privacy to be just another business expense, and in any case, just move the snooping overseas. As one of my major suppliers (Adafruit) puts it, the Kenyans are watching you poop.
           And what about the rumor that it is possible to see laser disk images under a microscope. That would be a major security flaw, just when I don’t have the energy or equipment to test it. I read some social media, but it’s mostly already-outdated war news. But I agree with the theory that after 3,000 years of data, there is something behind most racial stereotypes.

           Six hours later, I’m still feeling inert, neither good or bad, but it’s overall a negative since only improvement will do me any good. The reasoning is simple. I cannot stay this way, period. I undertook to study the claim that cannons defeated castles. But pictures, such as exist, show no walls with holes punched in them, like cannonballs do to armor. This is what I wanted to know more about.
           The accounts also talk of days of bombardment to bring down a wall. Looking at diagrams, the thick castle walls were really two outer walls filled with rubble between. Makes sense as this material would absorb the shock. That explains the days it would take to shatter the walls, but that would just create a pile of rubble forming its own obstacles. Accounts of that fighting are harder to find, so I arbitrarily chose a battle to look closer. Malta.
           I got few answers except the battle was not decided by cannons. The head Knight did not care about the forts in ruin and ordered a defense of the rubble. The Ottomans seem to have shot down a fortress wall by making a small breach, then firing cannons at an angle into the aggregate behind the breach.

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India’s “peacock-theme” parliament.
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           Not moving a muscle today, at least kept me stable enough to tinker and putter. I see the dying Democrat bunch in Virginia are attempting to pass a law that guarantees them a massive majority. Some homeless type cut off his own member and committed suicide. There was a time when America would have cared. Only being confined has me bothering with such news stories, but I also got to learn from other documentaries as they came up. I sat still mostly for nine hours, mostly moving only the mouse. Easy, but for me, a dead end. I cannot live like that.

           What did I watch? Lots, including a tractor documentary. All the models my neighbor collects were there and during the late 1960s and early 1970s, there were still a lot of these tractors in full operation. I remember seeing them, but never found them anything special, certainly not anything fascinating. It was already well-known by then that only long-established (inherited) farms could be operated at a profit. The rest were really bank-owned.
           You have to go to the exhibition to see these tractors, ha-ha, I just have to walk next door. This Farmall is a classic and Howie’s current masterpiece. I learned that most tractors of the day had two pistons. Possibly that was an original design feature that later became limited by war production. I read how John Deere knew this would one day change and had a “secret” department dedicated to more pistons.

           The tractor story was indeed interesting from the nearly insane numbers of competitors and how simply from steel to rubber tires changed the industry. (Seems the tires required less fuel to pull a plow.) I learned Allis-Chalmers decided to paint his tractors “Persian orange” after seeing a field of poppies. If I need to check any of this, I just walk out my door fifty steps. One big name was International Harvester and most iconic paint colors stemmed from the 1930s.
           The videos also reminded me what I have against farm life, that is, anybody who thinks it is wholesome has never been forced to muck out a barn. Most kids I knew who stayed on the farm would never have made it in the real world anyway. That was the summer I was 18, working on a forestry crew. Let me tell a little more about that. You worked three weeks in and then off for a week.

           The rest of the crew were jackpine savages, disgusting people who liked the bush. You already know how the forestry truck dropped us off at a compound seven miles from town. All the rest of the crew got in their cars and drove to the city 50 miles away where they had arrangements, as in apartments, and family.. I had nothing and could not even catch a ride, as the nearest town was the opposite direction. I walked the seven miles and got there after the banks had closed and no place to stay. The cheapest place to stay was just under half my paycheck. It would be nearly another four years before I got a car.
           It got cold early that year, and I quit the crew because I did not like living and working with jackpine savages. I had no car, no place to stay, but the government wanted me to cheer that my tax money was supporting the national yacht-racing team.

           Some years ago I read, “The Way Back” condensed book about the escapees from Siberia, the ones that walked 600 miles, I forget. Today I found the movie and it is fairly accurate as far as the walking goes. The actors all look alike. And it took no time to find videos of hobbyists with toy airplanes able to deliver flour bombs repeatedly on highly maneuvering ground targets. (The bombs work on a spring and are 3D printed. Folks, these robotics spell the end of the US concept of shock and awe. I watched as rookies using joysticks knocked out tanks and bunkers. True, these were mockups and toys, but I know what I was looking at.
           I cannot find my thermometer, but I’m not running a fever. My pulse is a steady 64 bpm for a week now.

ADDENDUM
           The savings from solar is a complicated calculation based on estimates different for each household. Your electric bill is part fixed and part variable. If you want service, you cannot avoid the fixed charge. My fixed portion has more than doubled (from $41 to $86) since I got here. That’s how my power was cut off last week—I ran up almost $200 in usage while in the hospital—with only my fridge running.
           It is the variable portion that gets most people. That is the only amount you can lower by curbing usage. And my variable is as low as $30 per month. That means no matter how much I might spend on alternatives, I would not save all that much. With installations costing in the thousands, there is no breakeven point in my lifetime. However, on principle alone, I may look at some of my existing equipment once I feel better. Maybe some yard lighting. Nor can you count on sunlight. SpaceX wants to launch a million satellites, each a mini-data center. It won’t blot out the Sun, but plants the concept.
           Today’s trivia. SpaceX already owns about half the nearly 16,400 satellites in orbit. Most, as in 88%) of the satellites are working, the rest are dead and will eventually “de-orbit”. More trivia, FireFox records almost a half-million crash reports per month. While maybe 20% can be written off to cheap Chinese chips, the rest are a subject I know something about—how the chip registers change data. This is called “bit-flipping” or similar by techs who use but don’t understand the process. Looking at the patterns I have a prediction. That almost all the users who experience a bit-flip crash have one thing in common. Single, unattached, geeky males with Ctrl-C Ctrl-V type personalities. You know who you are.

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March 8, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 8, 2025, Palm City, FL.
Five years ago today: March 8, 2021, no big discoveries.
Nine years ago today: March 8, 2017, a pilot light.
Random years ago today: March 8, 2001, studying tax law.

           Alert, today has some hospital talk and pics. Skip what you don’t like. So much for having nothing to hide, GenX. I saw this one coming years ago and have two bank accounts which I move some money between each month for no particular reason. It establishes a long-term record of steady deposits. Sure enough, rentals now have a right to go into your bank account and check that you deposit three times the amount of your rent, and the banks are only too glad to hand them this information. After talking with the Reb, I have doubled the amount of the monthly transfer.

           I don’t think anyone in their right mind would have agreed to let strangers access their bank account, but like I warned twenty years ago, this “computer generation” set themselves up for this. This was a bad day, healthwise, though with a small uptick. I awoke tired, but it is now more confined to the chest area. The weakness slows everything, but my limbs no longer feel it directly. I did some shopping, including a lot of ice cream. And made it home moments before a tropical downpour.

           Five minutes later. There you have it. Like a shock wave, I’m back where I was a week ago. Exhausted, barely a able to walk. I’m home in the easy chair, and knowing these feeling well by now, I’m out for the rest of the day. That is how this works and it is an especially cruel ordeal for me. A full reversion, appetite gone, can’t focus, feel like shit. Trust me, I’m avoiding hospital pictures, but here is a system I devised to counter the drainage on my right leg.

           The hospital just covered it, but the bandage gets saturated quickly, make this a never ending process. Here, the gauze acts as a wick. As the fluid travels down by gravity and capillary force, the fluid is completely evaporated before it reaches the bottom. This is not frivolous as without such a system, there is enough wet to cause a patch on my clothes. By far, this is the worst medical recovery of my life. The average male lives to 76. For me, that will soon be just around the corner.
           What about the other picture? That came out later. It was a surprise to see a Dollar Store bubble level on the wall. I did not see it while I was there or I might have found a use for it.

Picture of the day.
Stiletto City Hat & Glove Society.
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           Rarely have I spent such time just sitting, so I thought to watch the 2013 Disney flop “Loan Ranger.” Except, they still want money for it. I kept digging and am watching a pirated copy. Pretty crappy so far, not much better than the hospital connection. You know that big tray of electronics parts that I’ve wanted to sort through for years? I may do that. Stumbling around and hour ago, I knocked it over.

           I have quite the collection of parts that never got used. Over time, they got shelved here and there. No that my enforced idleness could use them, I don’t know where everything is. I trapped myself there. Here is part of the pile, I know there are valuable diodes. Of course, it fell on the colorful carpet to make the smaller pieced even harder to locate.
           Vacuum tubes. The critters knocked over a few of the boxes while I was gone. That’s a chore soon. The white flecks in the photo are deteriorated plastic pouches that Radio Shack parts used to sell in. Yep, one of the things that sold me on this cabin was the location of a Radio Shack just over in Bartow. It closed shop the month after I moved.

           And if you are new here and wonder why I would pirate content? That is a long story, but consider the following:

a) the Internet was designed for the free spread of information
b) the Internet was supposed to lower prices
c) if you don’t want it copied, don’t make it copy-able
d) devise a payment method that does not intrude on privacy

           And, of course, there is the totally false concept in some people’s mind that those who watch something for free would otherwise go out and buy the media at full retail price. So far, the movie sucks so bad they should pay me to look at it.

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March 7, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 7, 2025, that problem corner.
Five years ago today: March 7, 2021, not far left.
Nine years ago today: March 7, 2017, first/last whole chicken.
Random years ago today: March 7, 2001, no tips.

           Grits and an egg (over medium) for breakfast. And coffee. Maybe I’m back. A solid seven hours in the sack and I awoke with appetite. Who could ask for anything more? Teachers, that’s who. Remember that teacher’s union who supported the African for New York mayor. He just raided their pension fund and it serves them right. I’ve got some surplus energy this morning, so let’s go fill the birdfeeders, to see if today is putter or sputter.

           Here’s later, I got two of the boxes framed and talked to the neighbor. We plan an extra Festus or movie for later. These are the custom boxes intended for gifts, you can just make out the laser decoration. These are not done, the bottom panels are pending, arguably the hardest part of the job. I’ve got six or so boxes at any time all missing one final slat, so I could ramp up production if I ever get around to it.
           There should be a view of the wind-damaged fence here I could not affect that repair because it would entail lifting the battery drill above shoulder height. There are two fences in this pic, the one in the foreground on the right, and the virtually identical build on the left. The thing here is why did one fence lose pickets in the same wind the other was not? This, folks, is the core of discovery. I have no way of measuring wind force. Yet.

           That was the Reb phoning and Caltier is forcing a password change. And, they took $21 out of my account, so I am on the warpath. So we are clear on this, I expect a monthly capital gains payout. The fund is expired, but I also expect a monthly share of the rental operations that should average 7.1%. Caltier made a big deal the properties were all good areas and mostly rented long term. I want my cut of the rent and I want my share of any profits from sales of the buildings. That’s the how and why I invested.

           We also talked politics, and on a level you won’t get otherwise. I say you don’t work you don’t eat. But I’m no redneck because I would never stop others from helping with their own money. We’ve gone over this and today’s topic was medical. I say it would be very affordable if they quit giving it away free to non-citizens. History has shown the only system that works is user-pay. I carried the lazy off my paycheck from the day I turned 18 until I retired and I’m done listening to any more sob stories. The Reb and I were talking about her medical, something I can’t influence in any way.
           One point we do not see eye to eye is she feels these people on welfare cannot just be cut off. I disagree, saying they can and should be cut off—of welfare. Turn them over to the church. The point of contention is whether the sharp intense pain of these people suddenly having to pull their own weight is greater than the slow dull pain they have inflict on the hapless taxpayer over his lifetime. I say it is not. Some say cutting welfare is taking food out of baby’s mouths—but that is exactly what the welfare people are doing to the taxpayer every payday.
           The dbag Bruce Springsteen is selling his concert tickets at $3,000 each. Did you know Charles deGaulle holds the record of assassination attempts at 31.

Picture of the day.
Brenham, Texas.
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           A short nap put me back in the game, I was around 50% energy the rest of the day. A nice improvement. The neighbor called and we found a movie we’d both heard of but not seen. The original 1950s(?) “King Solomon’s Mine”, the legendary Alan Quartermain. There seem a dozen movies on this theme, but this was the version with Deborah Kerr. The red-head actress who always quarreled with the men she eventually, you-know. This movie was a nearly endless safari but some of the greatest scenery. Plainly filmed on location and while and before the tribes decided they invented everything.

           Movies are ideal activity level for me, sitting two hours with a coffee. I am getting better, but almost unbearably slowly. Even allowing for heart weakness, which I’ve experience before, this is slow. And why is it surface wounds take so long, it isn’t like they are connected to deep heart repair. It’s exasperating, but I am walking a bit steadier. My limit is around 150 paces.

           Here’s a military picture to ponder. Another example of how the Gulf wars are not made to defeat America in combat. This depicts the damage from a $2 million dollar Tomahawk missile. Launched from a warship costing hundreds of millions sailed around the world by crews that cost even more millions. And it just took out the silhouette of a fake jet painted on the runway.
           This waste is repeated every day and no nation can support that forever. My interest in the affair ends at the technology of the weapons. I do not think, other than indirectly through things like gas prices, that any war the US has ever been in has affected my day-to-day activities.

           Blog rules I record medica. While in the shed today my left upper leg felt like it was on fire. This attack lasted four minutes. It is the exact large patch that feels numb, a shallow numbness under the skin. Doc says pinched nerves. I just kept on working, taking this as a good sign that the condition changes, meaning it isn’t permanent. It felt sharp and burning, but left the site less tender than before. It’s beneath my left pants pocket, where keep my money so this could be good or a bad thing, ha-ha-ha.

ADDENDUM
           Some tech sites are reporting the salvage of old undersea fibre optic cables. Usually, when such a link goes dead, it is unrepairable. So why raise it up? Answer: fiber or not, the cables contain tons of high grade copper to power the system. And copper is the latest uber-manipulated commodity. Silver remains at $85, a so-so price waiting for boom or bust. MAID, the Canadian government suicide department, shows that 95.6% of the takers have been White.

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