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Friday, March 16, 2018

March 16, 2018

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 16, 2017, my job, he says.
Five years ago today: March 16, 2013, on proprietary memory.
Nine years ago today: March 16, 2009, on learning to sing.
Random years ago today: March 16, 2011, nobody is making money.

           More numbers show hot dog profit margins to be adequate, but not fantastic. That means you need a great sales pitch to move volume. Who’s the best salesman around here? Agt. R, of course, so I got him over here to help put the rims back on my wagon rims, shown here. The commonality between the hot dogs and the tire rims is simple. One person is not enough and two people are too many. As figured, he took a natural liking to the idea, so the staffing problem is solved. Right after he left, one of the tires sprung a leak. I send him over to take pictures and get a second opinion. He used his smart phone, however. He doesn’t know how to send the photos, so I had to wait until he got back.
           That means I finally was able to view some photos of the hot dog cart. Yep, it is brand new and has all the goodies. It’s well worth the asking price of $1,000. On the other hand, the chap (Bill, he’s a wood finisher) I sent to City Hall came back incensed. I told him what I told you, they are not stranger-friendly over there. He fumed that they are not local-friendly either. They know who he is but made him show his ID anyway. Worse, he thought he was getting the list of regulations there and then. Instead they told him they would “consider his request”. Well, I’d have been pissed, too.

           To me, that is nothing more than confirmation of what I already thought. The town hall has been taken over by bureaucrats more interested in politics than doing a good job. Happens in a lot of these small cities. What was that place in California where the town council voted themselves million-dollar salaries for years before the locals caught on? That’s the result of public complacency, so it really is their own fault, but that doesn’t make the deliberate schemes of the other side right either. They seem to be a bunch of crooks who’ve spotted a small city where not enough people pay attention to what they are up to. Nothing short of a palace revolt will dislodge them, either.

           A day off, I shopped around for a travel trailer, more of a small camper, I mean. There’s a few bargains out there, but I’ll wait for a steal. JZ was on the phone for an hour, he’s the food service consultant. Turns out he’s enthusiastic about the potential for the hot dog idea, but wants to work it. I put the damper on that one, I need management personnel, not line workers. Turns out he doesn’t know much about ordering but I’d expect him to learn, just like I expect Agt. R to apprentice keeping sales and expense journals. What’s with this world? Everybody wants to be an unskilled laborer.
           I wrote Marion another letter and spent a few hours reviewing small business accounting. My system was set up for the most complicated type of books, namely the manufacturing concern. I specialized in COGS, cost of good sold, yet another skill I never got to use in real life because I landed a fancy job elsewhere simply by showing my papers. Those days are gone, but when my blogs ever get published for the 1980s, you’ll know how I lamented missing out on that segment of practical business experience when I was young. You know why those days are gone? Because the college standards have dropped so far, the papers of today are meaningless.

           Here is the formula I created for auto-posting totals to your balance sheet right off your ledger entries. If this formula makes sense to you, then you’ve grasped how most accounting software works. For the non-formula types, this just says if you see account number 1010 in column C, add any amount in column E and subtract any amount in column F. In accounting talk, E is a debit, F is a credit.

                      =SUMIF(Ledger!C:C,"=1010",Ledger!E:E)-SUMIF(Ledger!C:C,"=1010",Ledger!F:F)

           So why don’t I just use most accounting software? I’ve answered that many times. Because all commercial accounting software (Quickbooks, Peachtree, OneWrite) have a common defect. They are written to comply with tax codes rather than good accounting principles. Also, because they make it difficult to back out transactions. I know, some dork will say it is bad practice to back out, that one should instead use reversing entries. All I can say is such people should become priests if they want to preach.

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Abandoned brick factory.
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           I took another couple hours and set up a basic transaction logging system, since a hot dog operation is closer to a service industry than my specialty in manufacturing costs. Service industries don’t really have inventories. Like a beauty salon, they use shampoo but don’t normally sell it. That makes it an expense, not goods available for sale. It’s no big effort to adapt a set of service books to keep track of things for now.
           The annual rib-fest, I thought I’d lost the pictures. Not really, the camera had defaulted to video, so I snapped this screen still from the video. Once a year, all the ribs you can eat, no sides, just ribs. Alas, this year, I had to limit it to the 718 calories shown here.

           For one more hour I carefully surfed for the latest on Artificial Intelligence. I say again they are making a big mistake trying to model the system on human brain functions. They should instead be aiming to make what works best on electronics. Think on that one a bit. What went wrong with computers and robots? They started off okay, but instead of confining progress to better electronic systems, they took off on the tangent of making things appealing to stupid people. It dumbs down the product. Computers since 1980 don’t contain any major new features, just ever ballooning amounts of RAM and dumbed down operating systems so even functional retards can get their daily gaming and porno fix. But the word processor can only open one file at a time.
           It’s gotten so bad that I only use my tablet for emergencies only. It is so finicky the slightest typo can blitz your file into the unknown. Saving is a chore because it saves things wherever it wants. Moving the files is a headache because they removed the indicators that show a successful action. You now have to stop and open the receiving file after every event to confirm it took. The thing works best for watching movies and playing games, which I don’t do on-line. (I will, mind you, download a movie to watch later.) But as far as typing a letter, the thing cannot seem to go more than two or three sentences without something needing re-doing.

           By now, crossword puzzles should all be on-line, but these puzzles have withstood the computer revolution and have never been dislodged from the newspapers. Also, the battery life on these tablets is pathetic. Maybe a couple of hours. The clue that stumped me most was “Point to the right”. Twenty minutes before it hit me. Answer: Orient. There’s a sharp gal at the place, studying to be a CNA, like the lady I prefer to see at my doctor’s office. Certified Nursing Assistance. She’s involved in that new college system that I don’t like, the one that snoops into whether you’ve done volunteering and work experience, stuff that is really none of their business. Anyway, she’s one to keep an eye on, as in Taylor Swift smart. And she’s gonna break a lot of hearts.
           And if any of you have been following that murder of the nursing student, everyone here correctly guessed the nationality of the killer. It’s a predictable pity when that happens. The secondary comment was that the victim was a blonde babe. But not me. All I said was such women make their bed and they can lie in it. They never learn. I do believe in inter-racial sex, but only if the man is white. Is that prejudice, or do I simply not like having to pay taxes to white single mothers on welfare who should know better? Hint: it’s the taxes. Most of the women I would not touch if I was wearing welding gloves.

ADDENDUM
           I’m reading the book by the guy who was behind the movie, “Fast Food Nation”. I empathized with the workers, but I’ve always said nobody forces them to work in these terrible places. The movie was overlong on the poor Mexicans, but actually, when they work at McD’s, they are rich Mexicans. My interest in the book is the exposé on how the food is made. It says nine out of ten American kids eat fast food at least once a month. Didn’t I read somewhere the annual fast food spending is $200 billion? More than they spend on their own college educations, anyway. I’ll see if I can sift some trivia out of the book for you.
           For now, the trivia is the hamburger was invented in 1885. All other claims are bogus.

           Aha, insomnia. But this time it has to be the diet, so I’m okay. I was up all night reading, or more like I was reading and realized it is 6:47AM next day. I read that 200 page book on fast food and its additives. I even watched “Sleepless In Seattle” for the second time. It’s the type of low budget drama with a popular theme that I like as far as chick flicks. But that Louis Armstrong sound track, that wrecks it for me. I just do not like that swing jazz style and I don’t like the people who do. They all seem to be characteristically doddy. Did you know Louis Armstrong was the first black man to play trumpet on the Moon?
           What I did was plan the song list for Palm Sunday. The club owner knows it is opening night and to expect mistakes but I’m okay with making that into entertainment. This is seriously stage practice because we are not ready and another three months practice won’t help because it never does. Get on stage asap, don’t look back. It’s three seven-song sets, with a few in reserve. I’ve been the advocate of the three-hour gig since I was 22. And the practioneer of the two-and-three-word hyphenated clause equally as long. Four hours is too much like work and I’ve seen so many, many bands lapse into some pretty weak material just to span it. Better to do a shorter set of strong material and few repeats.

           And to jog everybody’s memory that this blog originated as a daily journal, here’s renovation news. I’m going to require that sub-panel, and I’ve got it figured out. The most convenient place for it is the hallway, but that would mean the back of the panel is against the wall with the shower on the other side. I can’t find any code that prohibits that arrangement, but common sense says to mount it in the less convenient east kitchen wall.
           And the plumbing. You know, I gaining confidence that I can do most of it myself, but possibly not the final connections. I further checked with a few insurance places, but since the building has never been inspected, they will not insure it for property damage. However, now that the place is appraised considerably more than I paid for it, I’m going to go for $200,000 liability. I have a quote of only $240 per year. I’d hate to lose the place when I’m 95 because some idiot trips on his bootlace. I have to live at least that long to make sure this 45 year caulking lasts the warranty period.

           These links were popular enough to leave in. Like all links, there are not guarantees. Because the people who designed the Internet probably didn't understand guarantees. Or grammar. Or spelling. That's why this blog remains the only private publication that indents the paragraphs. You see, when I was in second grade, I listened and learned.

The European Union is considering a filtering process that is designed to catch copyright infringers. Watch out, such software will do equally well with your life when it is turned on you. Remember, there has never been and never will be a record-keeping system given to any government in history that was not turned against its own people.

The hand-written post of March 7, 2004 of this blog carried a warning. It was about the dangers of a new company called "Facebook" and why you should not join it. Now, fourteen years later, a few people anyway are starting to wake up. Read this how-to page, and those with nothing to hide should maybe read it twice.

The encrypted e-mail service recommended by this blog is Protonmail. It is the only service that encrypts on your computer (instead of somebody else's server), and does not keep a copy of the messages. It is being banned which tells you how effective it is. New users beware: encryption ONLY WORKS when both ends of the transmission are using a secure system. The law societies in America use Protonmail for their own internal security. You done been told.

Three to five seconds. That's how long it takes the new facial recognition camera to cross-reference your identity at the airport. Once again, the technology will be turned on you. Outstanding parking ticket? Behind on your electric bill? Distant third-cousin has an arrest warrant? Soon you can forget about that vacation to Hawaii you've been planning all year.

You could go to the ACLU site to learn a few tips on protecting your on-line privacy. Or you could get the same advice from this blog ten and fifteen years ago.

Here's a sinister Russian video about drones that continue to fight each other after all humans have been wiped out.


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