One year ago today: February 26, 2017, under the birdfeeder.
Five years ago today: February 26, 2013, Chord Buddy, From $125 to $11 today.
Nine years ago today: February 26, 2009, the joyride is over.
Random years ago today: February 26, 2008, one-sixth of one percent. Taxable.
Until I figure out the style codes, it seems my blog is stuck with this ugly block look, which kind of typifies how ignorance has become institutionalized over at Google. It would be no skin off their teeth to just leave well enough along, they could easily have just left every established template in one corner of their system. But, that’s the definitive description of the millennials, progress through conformity. The single most unoriginal generation in American history. Not one new invention and even their popular music is retrograde, a throwback to that half-jazz talk-singing and female vocalists that all sound like old ladies.
I could not think of Google without thinking of something connected directly to a sewer pipe, so here’s a picture of a sink. The plumbing plans are progressing, and I found something here that will work fine. While this is meant for a repair, the text says the new horizontal piece of pipe that feeds back to the wall, see diagram, can be up to 20” long. More than I need, and I think I may be able to set the new cabinets in place. I never had the right tools before, and I know the olds saying. But this carpenter needs good tools, just like I need a good electric bass.
For now, I’m still working with the electric. Except for the two bedrooms, this whole place will be wired with 20 amp 12/2 wiring and matching hardware. The living room lighting system does look like the wiring alone is going to run $89 plus any fixtures. Retired or not, I keep an ear to the ground over what’s for sale. There is a night club on the block just up in Winter Haven, the asking price was $250k. But the scoop is that somebody almost got it for $80k but could not come up with the financing. It would be safe to presume I’ll give the place a look-over. I certainly know the right team to make the place a goldmine.
Which brings up another topic. The antiquated liquor laws work on a system like gambling. For every increase in population of 7,500 people, the states have a lotto system for granting new liquor licenses. You do not have to actually open a bar to acquire a license. Not many people do, because the application fee is a hundred bucks, but the odds of getting the license are better than one in 500. Where the money is made is a supermarket like Publix with an attached liquor store wants to build, they have been known to really shell out for somebody’s permit. I’ve got the $100, and I’ve been lucky on such risks before.
I’ve not been twiddling around, for the record, the projects for this week are inner tubes for the wagon, burn eight loads of leaves, price out the tow bar for the car, and repair my workshed roof. It’s loose after the last storm. That would be two months ago, it’s been a calm winter. Yes, it is a drought and I’m feeding the cardinals.
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It was a hot enough day that I raked the front yard. And wound up inside watching an Austin Powers movie. You know, I once knew people like him and they also thought they were groovy baby, oh beee-have. They always have second-rate lookers for women in his series, but it’s better than Disney, who have long opted for that generic look. I don’t want my movie actors to resemble the people next door. I want heroes and babes that make your eyes water.
Plugging away at this gives me plenty of insight into how they are thinking. I can’t quit with the feeling that this is a strong case of one thing leads to another. I understand the people over there want to show success stories, not just a series of rescue missions. To me, that means they would gladly subsidize a business—but want as much assurance as possible before going there. Just in case, I’ve decided to run off a few business plans now, since a proper plan takes 90 days. Should they even mention such a deal, the plan could be plunked on their desk same day. I’m saying this is a situation to be prepared, if only because bureaucratically speaking, things are already moving at warp speed.
I finished the book, “Enigma”, I can’t say it is worth the time. Amusing, yes, but not a thriller despite the intrigue and disappearing girls. The appeal for me was the insights into U-boat tactics, the German command structure, and how the Brits drew so many right conclusions from fragmented information. They do have a knack for that, like following around one particular German officer as he was transferred from base to base. He was a radar expert and his new posts got plenty of attention from Bomber Command. (That’s the English war criminals who bombed hospitals and orphanages. What? Oops, I forgot the English won, so change that to they “crippled the German war effort”. Yeah, by making German women and children into cripples.)
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Here’s a view of some electrical boxes going into the sound wall. The small blocks shown are spacers to give the far side of the wall some symmetry with the plate locations. Note the interior tarpaper and six-inch walls, also the staggered studs. Other sound-proofing concessions include the way the boxes are staggered, so there is no direct sound transmission path through the partition. Progress is still glacial. I would have been run off every job site by now, but hey, it’s not like I never get interrupted over here, or have to rake the yard once in a while.
I’m anxious to get this wiring done so I’ll have power to complete other projects. I’ll pay you $50 to crawl up in the attic and run some cable for me. And while you’re up there, add a few rafter blocks because I want to mount heavier light fixtures. That’s another lapse in the instructions, how high up the wall to place sconce boxes. I took a guess at 72” but that seems too low. The next engineer who cries when his computer crashes and can’t get his files, just tell him he’s supposed to know.
I’ve added some new country to the list, in this instance new is defined as anything later than 20 years since release. Why is it I can never find my little clipboard with all the Harbor Freight coupons? Oh, if I did not mention the event, the manager who gave me a rough time was silently transferred out to some distant post late last summer. This was over the oscillating too that would not work, they refused to take it back unless I showed ID. Not bloody likely. For the record, that tool is one of the worst contraptions ever. It will not cut like shown on TV even with brand new blades. And those ain’t cheap.
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