One year ago today: August 9, 2016, hit and run.
Five years ago today: August 9, 2012, Payne’s Prairie.
Nine years ago today: August 9, 2008, a generic day.
Random years ago today: August 9, 2011, no Club Med, please.
Where’s my summer vacation? Not in Tennessee because I can’t spare the cash at this point. Not when I’m behind on the living room. Maybe in the autumn, I still haven’t ruled that overdue trip out. This exciting picture is a bit documentary in that it shows my learning curve. I’m bending properly stripped wire into the little hooks that fit around the retaining screws in the receptacle. I can now wire up a unit in five minutes instead of fifteen like six months ago. So this photo depicts the proper tool, the technique, the results, in general, it’s like a report card on my progress.
Following is your novelty article for the day. This kind of writing would cost you like $12 if it was in Popular Mechanics, y’know. This concerns why 24 outlets in the back bedroom was not enough. I got plenty of feedback on that. True, I don’t need to keep a small computer work station and microscope in my bedroom, but you don’t need to keep a TV and entertainment center in yours. Fair enough?
1) Air conditioner
2) Bedside lamp
3) Vacant for vacuum cleaner
4) Radio
5) Night light
6) Desk fan
7) Computer
8) Printer
9) Desk lamp
10) Monitor
11) Scanner
12) Laptop charger
13) Oscillating fan
14) External drive G:
15) External drive H:
16) Phone recharger
17) Vacant for vacuum
18) Electric piano
19) Small guitar amp
20) Microscope
21) Computer speakers
22) DVD player
23) DVD monitor
24) Camera recharger
25) Pencil sharpener
26) Floor lamp
27) MP3 player
28) Spare
29) Spare
30) Spare
I’ve already got two power bars and I kind of promised myself I would not do that. They are for things like my portable battery charger, a coffee mug warmer, and alarm clock. Times have changed, my friends. On the other hand, I consider electricity to be a luxury, not a utility. If your bill is less than $80 per month, are you enjoying life as much as you should be? If it is less than $50, you are not enjoying it as much as me, which would be just a pity. I would never hesitate to get another electrical device or appliance. And I have not hooked up my sewing machine or hobby gear yet.
Nigel Farage meets FoxNews.
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At full usage, the new laptop battery lasts just under two hours. The eight hours I mentioned before is when it goes dormant. There’s another thing in the news that I would like to take a moment to gloat over. Remember years ago how I lambasted the moron theories that passwords should be regularly changed and scrambled with capitals and case letters, the whole thing. Well, the guy that cooked that up has, finally after 30 years, admitted he was wrong. You’ll have to find his name yourself, I already forget it. That’s how useless he was. He confessed his instructions were nonsense. His method came up with passwords that were hard for people to remember and easy for computers to crack. Kr@2Y 5h1‡.
Here’s the display I’m talking about. No files found. Buddy, I was doing ten searches simultaneously. Which one is this? Remember the good old days when they neutered people that were that stupid? I understand you would like to get your fists on the Calibri 11 azzhole and the PNG-jerkoff, but I’ve been after the search-dork much longer. Get in line. There is actually one person stupider than all the above rolled together. That’s the retard that made capital and case letters the same in DOS. These types are the reason the American empire collapsed. Oh, it’s collapsed, pal, except for all the crying.
You want to hear about Carolyn. Well, she’s your run-of-the-mill on-line hooker, except they never really call themselves that. When I didn’t take the bait, she sent all out to find my identity, even sending me a credit card number to log onto her account. I wonder what she’s up to, not because I’m out of touch, but because I don’t have time to piddle around on how these people operate. Since her photo published y’day got 408 hits, here’s one more. I have plenty.
Her explanation is that she once had a bad experience. I told her if she pursues this career, it won’t be her last. Then she quickly changed tack to say she only wanted to know if I was “over 16”. Then sent me some weak story about how some 16-year-old had stalked her. And revealing my identity would protect her. Sounds like a sting operation. Depending on how this goes, I may publish the correspondence. Edited for content, mind you.
I finally told her I was only interested in meeting the lady that had written the original ad. I should mention Carolyn is one excellent writer—in itself highly suspicious. Then again, compared to a millennial, who isn’t a regular Shakespeare? In a standard instance of millenial-think, I heard some state, probably California, is considering enacting a tax on hybrid cars. Fossil fuel tax revenues are down, so what do they do? Start taxing cars that aren’t burning gasoline. Millennial-think. It isn’t even original. Florida taxes you if you don’t register your car “on time”.
“I don’t see the point of a pocket calculator –
who doesn’t know how many pockets they have.”
~ somebody like Ken Sanchuk
I have to record the following just in case. My appetite is still gone, this is not right for me. I’m existing on maybe one meal a day, home-cooked. Now if this could continue until I’m down 50 pounds, I would not object. This is not funny for me, because something is off kilter. And no, a massage from Carolyn is not what the doctor ordered. To stay positive over this, I’ll tell you a little story. In my entire youth I was a coffee person. Tea didn’t make the grade.
But when I was 26, there was a yuppie café opened south of my apartment. That was a number of firsts for me, that place. The first time I ate quiche, the first time I had carob chip cookies, and the first time I had chai. The place didn’t open until late afternoon and was frightfully expensive. There, I finally said “frightfully expensive”. I was mildly impressed by this spiced tea with milk, and recorded in my journal (hand-written in those days) that it seemed to be a contrived drink. Like somebody was told to go in the kitchen and not return until they made a new tea concoction.
At 4:15 PM, I drove all the way to the Mongolia because I knew they had chai. It was a nice trip, if a bit far for the red scooter these days. The front axle bearing is acting up. For no reason, I thought this chai would vary from place to place and over time, but this was identical to that yuppie place from so long ago. Oddly, at $2.75, the price was around the same. This enjoyable outing did nothing to help me get hungry. I opted to stay home and read up on what’s changed with machine language coding. I never write it, but I can proofread the code. This is a direct offshoot of studying the 4-way switch last day. I’ll make you a deal. If Carolyn writes again tomorrow, and if she
The last time I did this, it back-fired. Remember the famous library date? Next thing I knew I was the gallant knight who respected old women. Well, I mean, I do respect them. From a safe distance. If that were to happen this time, trust me, I could use a little worship from a good-looker again. On the record, you should know I have a lot of experience “dating” women with whom I would never do the wild thing with. Remember my days at the phone company, where I was known as a “safe” date for women who didn’t want to go some place alone. I caused a good number of marriages being used as bait.
That’s where I also got all the confirmation I need that women have absolutely no taste in men. They simply learn more of what they don’t want as they get older. The snarfs who hit on the gal when they see me go to the men’s room, well, if that’s what women want, hey, I’m just saying I’ve seen it too often. I’m also reminded of how JZ’s lady friends often beg him to take them on “normal” dates. Careful, don’t overthink that situation, for he’s very likely to know women who are shacked up with deadbeats who won’t take them out, and JZ is probably the only guy they know with money.
But this also means I have experience being around women who did not know how to deal a man their own age who was not trying to crawl up her skirt. They embarrass themselves and they are often not any happier when they learn that you really are not going to do them. Oh yes, I’ve had women tell me later it they had never been in that situation before. Isn’t that something? They beg for a normal date, but if it happens, they don’t know the protocol.
ADDENDUM
I need something at chest height to my right side so I don’t bang the guitar neck when I have to move fast. Nor do I have any way to really carry a stand on the Rebel. Here are the songs I’ve chosen to ace by next week, but I’m already dumping some. Read the list and I’ll tell you why.
Rockin’ In The Free World
Some Kinda Wonderful
Sunshine of Your Love
Two Tickets to Paradise
Jumpin’ Jack Flash
Dust On The Bottle
The first is a tune I’ve heard a kazillion times, but I only recognize that one part of it. “Two Tickets” I’m mistaking for some tune we played in the 5-piece. This one, I don’t care for the bass line, but I’ll give it a stab. Now, “Jumpin’ Jack”, let me tell you, there are two versions. One is the original with a sparse bass line, the other is what you’ve been hearing in the bars for eons. I’ll opt for the kick-ass version. “Dust” is a slow song I mistook for something else.
As I continue self-learning the guitar, I seem to have passed a plateau. If you are not sure of the term, it means like playing tennis or dancing. One day you wake up and find you are at the next level this time you don’t fall back. Learning involves a lot of temporary gains, but if one day, the gains stay on, you are at a plateau. I was holding my wrist wrong and blocking the bottom string on some chords. I’m also better at picking the roots and fifths. I know that is a traditional milestone.
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