One year ago today: September 22, 2017, first car trip since 2003.
Five years ago today: September 22, 2013, blonde females & easy money.
Nine years ago today: September 22, 2009, on net neutrality.
Random years ago today: September 22, xxxx, WIP
The day was unseasonably hot as I spend five hours on maintenance of the hotdog cart. This included repairs and necessary field adjustments uncovered by our single operation so far. Any of these could have been undertaken by Agt. R, but he is disinclined to do anything that is not related to actually selling the hotdogs. Admitted, however, he is doing work on the parking area to the north of the house. However, that may be because his intention is to park it.
Typical of the work is screwing down the water tower lid, as the original construction was cheap beyond economy. It was a single 1/4” layer of untreated plywood that had begun to separate from moisture in the air. And that removable shelf that was too small for a prep counter, it is now permanently in place. If I’m repeating any information here, the original post for today seems to have disappeared completely, so I’m trying to reconstruct it from memory. I installed the battery cut-off key to project out the side, forgetting that unlike the motorcycles, the key cannot be removed once the unit starts. It is this type of continuous and on-going modification that takes so much time.
This photo is my otherwise new Zoom drum box that has been in the drawer for two years. Notice how the mice have chewed off the paint of the buttons, and in the lower left, actually eaten two of the buttons completely away. I don’t know if the unit still works. It’s one of those strange center negative brainfarts that only engineers can come up with. I can’t find the power supply, so I’ll have to modify something. Up yours, engineers who don’t make the grade.
Agt. R showed up in the early afternoon and to our dismay, we discovered the dry storage container had water inside, destroying around $30 worth of supplies. This is an expensive Coleman unit and we could find no obvious leaks or entry points. I also installed the temp heat shield to protect it from the burners, we did discover that the hard way. The chest is always usable, but I think I took a hit on that one. All the cutlery got wet, and it was thrown out. This is Murphy’s Law in operation, but I expect people of management caliber to simply write it off and continue, not panic.
Inverlochy Hotel, about $250 / night.
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When Agt. R is not at home, I have to travel back and forth to my place whenever I need a tool or something stored back here. This doubles the amount of time spent, and it was late afternoon before I made it to the library for my morning coffee. Normally, I would not do such a thing, but next Monday, I will buy any license available from City Hall, and use that to operate. This is because of the impossibility of getting an answer from them about what paperwork I need. They either don’t know or it depends, but then they don’t know what it depends on. There is a form for an “occupational” license that they borrowed from somewhere else. It is intended for plumbers and dentists and such, but it’s the only form printable at their website.
I read every relevant module and nowhere does it specify what is needed to operate a concession.
Here is my neighbor’s newest toy. I don’t know if you can see it so well, but the Allis-Chalmers tractor is shown here. The orange paint kind of is more Massey-Ferguson. This is a small plant style, where the implement mounts in a cavity beneath and behind the driver’s seat. The tractor wheels front and back span the crop. I never much like this type of tractor for plowing. It’s good for treating or cutting plants, but almost impossible to plow with, even one or two inches deep. I’m trying to remember the slang term for this type of unit. Potato tractor? Cabbage tractor? It’s been too long, but then, it hasn’t been long enough. I don’t care if I ever see a farm up close again.
I’m into another chapter of the Koch brothers, and while I agree with much of their anti-communist argumentation, I feel they go too far for rich kids by indulging in self-protection in the process. The father hated commies, but he did not stop there. He also wanted the US to be a safe place for rich folks by making it impossible for the regular Joe to get ahead. As a middle-of-the-road Libertarian, I don’t agree with certain inheritance practices. But neither do I agree with the present estate taxes, which often force the sale of a working industry to pay said taxes. If you inherit a ten million dollar family operation which you can’t run yourself, as is the case with many families today where the kids go to college to become anything else, you may not see most of your money. Yet I don’t agree if you do get money that it be used to buy political influence to make sure you never have any competition or to stifle startups.
At the same time, I’m with the Koch’s on welfare. I am against welfare and its variations. Not dead set, mind you, but as far as putting single mothers on welfare for life and paying them to have more children, that is an abomination of any known moral or ethical concept. Those who support bad behavior are called “enablers”, but I find that term is not harsh enough. It makes it sound like they are charitably assisting, when in fact they are encouraging destructive conduct. Welfare, no matter how meaningful, erodes the individual and erodes the society forced to support it. Yes, forced. It is a rare taxpayer with a cushy job who doesn’t hate seeing his wages sliced up for some pet liberal project.
It causes a few wry smiles these days to hear that Alex Jones, the mother of all conspiracy theorists, has been banned from outfits like Facebook and PayPal, themselves thieves and liars of the highest order. The collection of these little items lately, like this form of censorship, add up to the demise of the Internet as it was meant to be. The very thought of coders and bill collectors acting as disciples and taking sides on issues they likely don’t understand is the height of millennial absurdity. It's like hiring postmen to police the mail. Jones was no good example of anything, but he had a real penchant for asking questions that the authorities did not want to answer. Where is the border patrol we had before? Why didn’t they do their job? Who is responsible?
Well, they’ve effectively muzzled old Al, at least for a while. He’ll resurface, probably. Oh, and have you seen the change of tack with law enforcement? This concerns how they behave when they can’t legitimately prove wrongdoing, but they hate the suspect. It’s an on-going process far from perfection. They demonize and defame, and they have moved in a new direction. In Capone’s day, the blackest charge was income tax evasion. With Derek Brown, he was tarred with things like being seen at clubs where homosexuals may or may not have been present at some time in the past. Ooooh, that’s really hitting him, or at least they think so. But they used that so many times, it wore off.
Now, it is underage sex. Who made DC proctors for the national age of consent escapes me at the moment. I’m sure they found the right to do so in some version of the Constitution not available to those of you in lower pay grades. But anyway, they could not get anyanything thing to stick to that guy who was selling the plans to print 3D guns on the Internet. So they charged him with paying for sex with a girl under 17. My god, what a crime, or at least you are supposed to think so by conveniently forgetting what you were like at 17 yourself. Anyway, he was arrested in Taiwan or something. There is no word out on whether the girl under 17 was also charged. Usually, they are not, considering how 99.9999% of the people who cook up and impose such laws are men who never get any. I’m certain there is no connection, I’m just say’n.
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