One year ago today: June 5, 2016, aw, the little bunny.
Five years ago today: June 5, 2012, soon, Colorado bound.
Nine years ago today: June 5, 2008, the maps are wrong.
Random years ago today: June 5 ,2007, yours for $250k.
This is the wood stain I’m talking about. I keep calling it English Cherry, but it is English Chestnut number 233. This is a leftover can from the robot club, it was still around three-quarters full. That’s 100% of the proper staining technique I’ve learned is from this one little can. It is finally being used up after four years, as you may be aware, the club property usually has the year of acquisition written somewhere. Not the age of the article, just the time it came into possession.
I view that as another smokescreen, but over what? I dunno, TV warps people’s thinking over what is important, so how would I know or care what they think? I care about my 18% increase in food costs, even my budget can’t accept that for very long. I thought I posted that, but can’t find it, so I’ll risk a repeat. I have a standard basket of good that I buy as my own inflation measure. It’s a small bag of packaged goods (to prevent weight or volume distortion) used for comparison, and it is up from $16.96 last year in June to $20.01 y’day.
Biggest price increase was evaporated milk, followed by biscuit dough, oops, I got that backward. The dough was tops, going from 2 for a dollar to $0.59 cents each. Which is right on 18%. This is serious news for many people, more so than myself where I can easily shift cash away from other items to cover food costs. Others may not be so
This is another grave issue Trump is ignoring. He hinted at it during the run-up, but has since decided playing international hero is more important than the promises he made. He said he might take a look at the defamation laws, make it easier to sue the press. That’s fizzled, along with his wall and his tough deportation talk. My point is that the press should be confined to reporting only the facts, without adornment or editorial. And it must be all the facts based on regular reviews of what the majority want to hear. As long as such facts are the primary content, the newspaper is protected by freedom.
But the moment they overstep that limit and start pushing their own agenda, that’s it. They should be as liable as anybody else who causes harm. That would, in my opinion, include the right to sue the newspaper for printing the names of accused people who eventually are exonerated. The paper could still print editorial opinion, but it must be clearly marked as such and be subject to libel laws. I think I already stated I am a supported of prescribed damages. That’s where if you call somebody a name that harms him (insulting is okay, it has to actually harm the person), he can sue without having to prove damages. This “proof of damage” has been used by the courts to discourage libel suits by the lower economic classes, and that is so wrong.
One positive about Trump will outlive him. He brought the liberal movement to a standstill. That’s a huge accomplishment because it is difficult for one man to undo all the damage in one or two terms. What’s important here is the liberal destruction of the country can only continue if it is pressed ahead all the time, so that the erosion of the system becomes perceived as normal. When Trump even slows it down, it dangerous to their cause. Why? Because when Trump is gone, they must push harder—but that plays their hand and the rednecks can’t stomach too much liberalism at once. Trump may have permanently crimped their treasonous ways. Especially now that the patriotic vote has been awakened.
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Then, I felt a little off kilter, so I exercised an option I never had. I said, “Up your’s, World”. And I walked out the back to my private work shed, closed the door, and spent the afternoon being let alone. Here is the art of staining wood as best I learned it so far. It was a bit lo-tech, but that doesn’t mean you can take shortcuts. Here is the cherry stain on pine, I think. Do you like that look? I do, and you cannot imagine how much fun I had with it.
The work was simple. Agt. R indicated the bench would be near an outdoor shower. That changes things. Not only will somebody sit on the bench, they might be butt neck-ked. So explaining to Agt. R that one day he might get home early from work and find one of his sons in a panic. The girlfriend is in pain, so the son has to hold her down while R removes the splinter. For this, he will either curse me or thank me. The point is, I had to re-do the entire set of rails. Sanded down to 150 grit, then re-stained, as shown here. These planks are about the maximum size that can be worked inside the shed. The shed is meant to be a one-person space.
Moments later, I found it at Wal*mart. It’s called Mapleine. I was spelling it wrong, duh, and not paying attention. I also should have clarified that it is specifically Mapleine that has the characteristic flavor when mixed with vanilla-flavored corn syrup. The other imitation maple flavorings are not the same.
“Power, n.: The only narcotic regulated by the SEC instead of the FDA.”
~Anon.
Here’s a shot of the stain being applied. One summer in college, I worked at a millwork and recall how they hired all these Pakistanis to work the stain department. Because their skin was the same color as the stain. There was no OSHA back then and they had their bare hands in the stain 37.5 hours per week. I’m somewhat more cautious.
In western music, a lot of melody notes are syncopated. That leaves tiny moments where, if you move fast, you can keep the bass cadence moving “between” the other notes. It mimics in reverse the way Chet Atkins would fake a bass line while he’s picking a tunes. On that count, it is a judgment call whether or not I invented it. However, at the rate I’m learning that technique, it will go nowhere unless I live to be 120.
Now this airline DVD, it is really bad. It’s a low budget takeoff on the other hijack movies. It has all the clichés. The pilot’s kidnapped family, the lady president, the untried satellite laser, and of course, all the movie extras running around in the streets, at least more than usual. Throw in the usual humanist drama about whether to shoot the plane down over a population center, and make sure to paint the Aryan Brotherhood as not real revolutionaries, but ordinary thieves. It is a Hollywood imperative that anyone who wants real change in this country be portrayed as insane.
As always, it is some off-duty lady agent who is the hero. Fortunately, or maybe mercifully, this movie did not get into her background, although you may presume she is a divorcee with special kids, which she raises in addition to her full time job as a secret agent or whatever. It’s all grade B acting but let me tell you, the real disaster in that movie is the lady president’s hairdo.
And the “Reaper” is over half-way. If I have time, I’m reading up on the history of this
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