One year ago today: August 3, 2018, my worst subject.
Five years ago today: August 3, 2014, some Arduino work.
Nine years ago today: August 3, 2010, America must be boring . . .
Random years ago today: August 3, 2006, early days @ shop.
The long days have caught up with me. I got some gronk work done today, like sanding the countertop. The belts I had quickly gum up with the glue, so I invested in something called a ceramic belt. Five bucks a shot, but if they do the job, okay. You’ll want pictures of that. I got myself exhausted shopping, that’s not supposed to happen these days. I wound up at the coffee shop working the crosswords, which was fine, since the rain brought everything to a stop.
I ran into this cyber-secrecy type barrier trying to find out how to host servers. Everybody who did it was so chary of competition they would not even discuss the issue. In point of fact, I didn’t want to know how they did it, I was curious where they learned how. That got me nowhere either. Over history, tradesmen often invented fanciful stories of what their hand-tools were for, so I don’t blame anyone for business secrets. To this day, I’ve never found a readable textbook or evening course that teaches me how to program a database for on-line use.
Where I do operate, which I think is the right direction for me, is understanding the mechanics of what’s doing. To me, that spread of phones in the photo is sucker bait. If he’s doing anything illegal, they’ll just go pick him up. I’ll stick with solutions that can be done on an off-line computer, such as the recently developed high-quality gifs. How do I know they are a good idea? Because they get high praise from two generations below me, people who by reputation are supposed to know tons more than I do about such things. They don’t know how I do it—if they have any curiosity at all, they assume I uploaded the video to a service.
Coastal erosion, Korea.
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I have to show some progress today. Boss Hogg has toned down with the Lady Z dirge music, although she’s fairly sharp at talking. A relaxed voice considering she’s in a broadcasting booth with some of the most radical chumps and womanizers who ever found what microphones were for. They sent one of the crew out to buy a sandwich maker and found him six hour later walking out of the stripper club. When he asked how they found him, they told him it’s the first place they looked. They asked him why he was leaving. He said because he ran out of ones.
While all this is transpiring, I went ahead and built some extra bracing for the basins. Most of the lumber around here is aged before I use it, but you can see from the end cuts it is new product. Examining the center panel closely, you see the actual round base of the basin is completely supported by this square bracket. The rightmost panel shows it bolted in place, but this is temporary, the final brace will be glued and screwed with countersunk exterior screws all around the rim. Why, I may even seal the blocks in place, if I can find any plumber’s putty.
This took until 11:00PM, and let me get you a better pic of the sanded countertop. This is making it smooth again as the original wood had both split and warped somewhat. So it is sanded and stripped, but not really a smooth finish surface yet. With luck, my tin of English cherry stain will be a match for the rest of the cabinet. I also bought another plumbing pipe but dang, it is a tad too short. I’m also installing a secondary air vent, that kind that equalizes the backpressure. The original roof vent is around a couple of elbows and I barely trust it, though I’m certain it was once to code.
Not that we get all that much food from China, but the production costs will go up. All these new jobs in America, somebody has to pay for it. And old Bernie never intended to pay for a bloody thing with his own money. The Tampa news is gloating over some security appointee who stepped down for enhancing his job resume. Gee, Tampa, maybe we could go over your job applications, because your broadcast chatter is about ninth grade at best and your entire crew is misinformed in some way on every last subject.
Charla has some interesting tidbits on that. Apparently the Ringling people tried to cash in on the hoopla surrounding Disney World. They build an amusement park, something like “Circus World” she said. But you don’t make a ton of money competing with big shots like Disney, so now it is a strip mall or something. Still, that’s something I’d go see. In the Tampa area there are three businesses calling themselves Ringling Brothers, but no data on whether they are even affiliated with the real McCoy.
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