This truck is not a restoral, but an actual vehicle still in use. I have no details, though you can make out “Georgia Farms” painted on the box. I closely inspected what I could without gawking and everything seems original right down to the hub caps. There is no paint overspray and up close, the finish does seem to be fifty years old at least. There are no dents or touchups.
Lots of ground to cover today, get it, “lots”? Just kidding, or am I? I believe through a friend of a friend, I’ve located a lawyer in Ft. Lauderdale to handle my puzzle pro bono. This is a real find for such a small project. Stay tuned for a consultation and demonstration. At best, the puzzle (possibly after undergoing a third name change) will produce an income of around $150 per week. I hear some people who scoffed at that are now wishing they had it.
While at the lawyer, I’ll bring up my drum machine idea. If it is patentable, I should go on “Shark Tank”, since I understand they are clamoring for good material. On my own, I keep meeting idiots who can’t think out of the box. I don’t want a drum beat programming machine. I want a machine that plays drums. As usual, if you can’t spot the difference, you are probably reading the wrong blog as well.
[Author’s note: I found out about “Shark Tank” digging through the Jimbos garbage can. Hell, how else are people like me supposed to find out about new TV shows? Actually, I had thrown out the (completed) crossword puzzle a moment earlier into a clean garbage bag and the Shark article landed face up. It is a new Friday show where you try to convince investors to back your product. Besides, you never know what you’ll find in a Jimbos garbage can. See you there.]
Have we stumbled on to something? A lady in the shop today needed some special orthopedic shoes. By half translating the prescription, we determined that instead of adding to one shoe, we could take away from the other. It took me four hours, the lady was absolutely pleased, and it was the easiest money I’ve made there so far. Remind me to peek into the orthopedic shoe racket.
Tomorrow I will waste some time. It is a musician with a really bad attitude toward computers. He won’t learn the right way and keeps asking for my assistance like it is somehow my fault they don’t build computers just the way he would like. The point is, he never learns and thus disregards the value of my time, like maybe I’m not teaching him right. It is a real effort for me, listening to him cuss.
I’ll report how it goes, but for the record, no, I do not hang around the computer store waiting to help people. I have to make a special trip over there when I should be doing other things. The reason I’m antsy is because it is Cowboy Mike. He calls up to say he can’t check his own email (despite the fact I’ve shown him several times) and that he’s “helped me for free a lot of times”.
Ahem. As near as I recall, it was exactly twice, both times a lift in his truck for around nine miles. Remember Alligator Alley (the pub) and the Motor Vehicle Branch? (The blog never forgets.) I think the difficulty is that he over rates the value of the ride and underrates the value of computer training. On the other hand, I know the exact value of both. The computer part is worth four times the car part. When I tally things up, Mike owes me another 78 rides. Still, like Wallace, Mike’s been a good friend so I’ll go help him tomorrow.
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Lots of ground to cover today, get it, “lots”? Just kidding, or am I? I believe through a friend of a friend, I’ve located a lawyer in Ft. Lauderdale to handle my puzzle pro bono. This is a real find for such a small project. Stay tuned for a consultation and demonstration. At best, the puzzle (possibly after undergoing a third name change) will produce an income of around $150 per week. I hear some people who scoffed at that are now wishing they had it.
While at the lawyer, I’ll bring up my drum machine idea. If it is patentable, I should go on “Shark Tank”, since I understand they are clamoring for good material. On my own, I keep meeting idiots who can’t think out of the box. I don’t want a drum beat programming machine. I want a machine that plays drums. As usual, if you can’t spot the difference, you are probably reading the wrong blog as well.
[Author’s note: I found out about “Shark Tank” digging through the Jimbos garbage can. Hell, how else are people like me supposed to find out about new TV shows? Actually, I had thrown out the (completed) crossword puzzle a moment earlier into a clean garbage bag and the Shark article landed face up. It is a new Friday show where you try to convince investors to back your product. Besides, you never know what you’ll find in a Jimbos garbage can. See you there.]
Have we stumbled on to something? A lady in the shop today needed some special orthopedic shoes. By half translating the prescription, we determined that instead of adding to one shoe, we could take away from the other. It took me four hours, the lady was absolutely pleased, and it was the easiest money I’ve made there so far. Remind me to peek into the orthopedic shoe racket.
Tomorrow I will waste some time. It is a musician with a really bad attitude toward computers. He won’t learn the right way and keeps asking for my assistance like it is somehow my fault they don’t build computers just the way he would like. The point is, he never learns and thus disregards the value of my time, like maybe I’m not teaching him right. It is a real effort for me, listening to him cuss.
I’ll report how it goes, but for the record, no, I do not hang around the computer store waiting to help people. I have to make a special trip over there when I should be doing other things. The reason I’m antsy is because it is Cowboy Mike. He calls up to say he can’t check his own email (despite the fact I’ve shown him several times) and that he’s “helped me for free a lot of times”.
Ahem. As near as I recall, it was exactly twice, both times a lift in his truck for around nine miles. Remember Alligator Alley (the pub) and the Motor Vehicle Branch? (The blog never forgets.) I think the difficulty is that he over rates the value of the ride and underrates the value of computer training. On the other hand, I know the exact value of both. The computer part is worth four times the car part. When I tally things up, Mike owes me another 78 rides. Still, like Wallace, Mike’s been a good friend so I’ll go help him tomorrow.
