Take a look at this pepper mill. This one is 22” long, the kind those strange pimply waiters use in Italian restaurants. Only these are custom made, or at least, unique as in no two alike. Cowboy Mike can produce these “as fast as you can sell them”. He’s got quite a nice little woodworking shop, and we talked about other projects, such as duplicating the mysterious object from y’day.
We went outside for a break and I fell asleep. Even the outside of the casino is boring. No, I was not tired, in fact we slept in this morning with breakfast at 10:00 AM. With the food Wallace says he does not eat anymore, like porridge with brown sugar, nutmeg and milk. Don’t they eat breakfast out west anymore? Or worse, do they still eat bacon?
We talked with others at the casino and many of them volunteered that they were not coming back. As predicted, the competition has caused the Native casinos (Miccosukee and Seminole) to get far better entertainment. We have decided to go to the nearest bookstore for the evening. They do occasionally have single women in there, and I need Wallace to at least see there are some in the territory.
Sudoku news. Wallace came up with an excellent theory, now dubbed the “Pole Position”. I’m obligated to point this out because it is a definitive example of the difference between the east and west. Never, in the years I have been here, have I encountered anyone with the intellect to do these puzzles (I’ve seen a few strangers do them only). Yet within hours of someone from my crowd showing up, the IQ around the whole seaboard heats up. He noticed my approach, and although he does not do these puzzles himself, came up with the theory that no digit can exist in the same relative position that it once occupies in any square.
We’ll test the theory tomorrow, but it makes perfect sense. If any two occupied the same position, that would mean another two would have to do the same, and so on. I was always able to solve using my own existing logic, so had never looked at it from that angle. Then, we went downtown for bagels and I finally one a Cribbage game against him. Wallace 11, me 1. I’m a little out of practice, I’m sure that’s all it is.
I showed him around downtown (Hollywood) and he finally saw the million toothpicks. (If you don’t know about the toothpicks, you have a lot of reading to catch up on.) As usual, there was a total underestimation of the amount of work required and he was awestruck. Particularly because he was standing beside the exhibit without knowing what it was. Ha, Wallace, made you look!
It being still early, we tested the Pole Position theory. Sadly, it failed. Almost immediately we found at least one exception, and indeed, the second matching set of positions. Nonetheless, it is important because it represents plane of intellectual speculation far beyond what is “normal” in this area. If you don’t have the foggiest what I’m talking about, you would probably fit right in around here. I’m designing a spreadsheet to test the theory further.
From there to Borders in Aventura. Wallace quickly found a thirty pound medical manual and looked up his hip condition. Arthritis my eye, he needs joint work. (He should also quit carrying around thirty pound books?) Myself, I looked up the conditions for placing ads on a blog, not that I would ever do such a thing without complete forethought. You know those irritating little link ads that appear on many pages, called Adsense, that most of us thought were placed by the web provider as a condition of usage. No, they are placed by the author, renting out the margins of his blog. Well, I would like them better if they were known as “Absense”.
They are small scripts cut and paste into your <body>. Encouragingly, there are some rules about content (but not about quality). Software is supposed to match up “pre-qualifified” buyers to your blog theme. (I like Wallace’s theory better.) The payment is per “click” which means in reality most authors will place the ads they figure people would click on. Thus, you get the same damn ten ads everywhere, which about matches the blogs themselves.
I was saddened to learn that a government number (SS or EIN) is required to get revenue out of Google. The Feds won’t pass a simple law saying that nobody can put anything on a computer without the owner’s expressed permission, but they will certainly tax. Typical post-dumbed-down mentality.
Check this out. Everyone knows the first man-made object in outer space was Sputnik, the Soviet 1959 satellite. Is that so? It seems in 1955, the US decided to test H-bombs underground. To get to the chamber, they drilled a deep hole, which they corked with a metal plate. Go boom. Nobody has ever found that plate. It would not have vaporized because the atomic shock wave cannot move much faster than 400 mph. Think nuclear powered BB gun. I subscribe to the position that the plate got squirted into the cosmos at 2% of the speed of light, or nearly 150,000 mph. Which is kind of what I think should happen to waiters in Italian restaurants.
The waitresses you keep, but those waiters have to go.
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