One year ago today: November 22, 2018, Nashville begins for me.
Five years ago today: November 22, 2014, Miami ends for Tobacco Road.
Nine years ago today: November 22, 2010, “pair-noyd”.
Random years ago today: November 22, 2017, God, how I hate Google.
Yes, I hate Google. So why don’t I switch? Because I had invested too much of this blog into the Blogspot platform before Google bought them out to stop them from taking away so much business. They froze development and removed many of the newest features. That purchase killed the free blog format, so now there is nobody else to switch to without consequences. Google still thinks this blog is from Poland, but they are getting suspicious that my name is not Donald Duck. This is the first warm enough day in two weeks, and what do we get? Rain, down-pouring rain meaning at least it is not horizontal. This is a time-lapse of the kitchen table during Tennessee rainstorms this trip.
The dimensions listed on the puzzle box were wrong, and as shown here, the pieces were not sturdy enough to hold themselves square. So I kept adding more pieces hoping it would straighten out. No such luck, even when the puzzle was finished, it could still be distorted off rectangular. The series of pictures is just me finding all this out the hard way. This is the blog that dares to describe the whats and wheres and such behind a jigsaw puzzle. You heard it here first.
Have I hit a batch of bad DVDs? It could be my fault for keeping the less likely ones off to the side until there is nothing else in the pile. Now I’m stuck in an all day rainstorm with nothing but leftovers. The worst so far is that “Lifepod”, but close behind is “Dan In Real Life”. The jacket said it was blissfully funny. What’s funny about watching some married guy making peanut butter sandwiches? Am I missing something here?
The next food item I think on my banned list is going to be milk. Make that USDA-approved American milk. It is already prohibited in every civilized nation on the planet, and also in Canada. There is just too much monkey business going on with the labeling. Particular offensive is the requirement that all milk cartons contain the quip that “no significant difference” exists in rBGH swill. Most Americans don’t know the USDA was formed to protect farmers, not people. Or how about the new law that says these poison merchants can label a food as organic if it contains “less than 30” different non-organic ingredients. No mention of quantities, just a tally. Don’t eat it if only because any farmer who puts such chemicals into food probably can’t count that high.
And double damn that MicroSoft Edge. I’ll get it, but I’d sooner drive to Redmond and plant my boot on the arse of the prick who codes these things. I never install any software, particularly anything downloaded, while my computer is on-line, or even while a browser is active. So I know the shit-heads went through a lot of trouble to shove that piece of junk onto people.
$50 soap bar.
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It inched above 50°F so I was outside. It’s too cold to commence anything so here’s a typical journal entry of what I did. Every half hour I had to nip inside to warm up and I painted some of the birdhouse lumber with a dark chocolate paint I picked up for $2. Can you see the color? This is the new roof for the “church” birdhouse. I threaded some bamboo sticks through the fence looks where the dogs have been chewing at the wire. They can’t get through the metal, but gradually twist it until there’s an opening big enough to dart out. It’s an experiment, seeing as how the larger dog can chew through bamboo.
In a related theory, I think the people who persist making the wrong cuts are the same bunch who design most remote controls. Have you ever noticed most of them naturally fit backwards into your palm? The way you instinctively pick them they are pointing backwards. I think they all took the same correspondence courses, nomsayn?
These carbide router blades are the way to go. I have some regular style bits back in the white shed and now wonder if I’ll ever bother with them again. This is a piece of wood that smells like pine, maybe it is. Notice the ogee along the outside edge. I had wanted that on the inside, but didn’t know how to make the notch for the picture matte. See how thin the end is? I applied several techniques I’ve barely learned so far. The important thing is these miters and angle cuts are making sense. I’m eager to make some compound cuts. For afternoon break, I watch “Field of Lost Shoes”, the recount of the famous charge by cadets during the Civil War.
Okay, what is going on out there? Blog readership has plunged to 10% of normal. No big deal, we’ve weathered these periods before, but these are record lows. It usually signals some new social media event that promises instant gratification. Once the novelty wears off, things slowly return to historical levels. I sent pics of this lumber to Elliott on the coast, he built a coffee table in the tenth grade and still has it in his living room. As for my living room, the skinny cat knocked over the tin of catnip and I see I didn’t get it all. They’ve been hyper for hours. Aren’t they supposed to mellow out on that stuff?
Wooden crate handles. That’s another sub-category of building these boxes that turns out to be a specialty on its own. You can cut holes or attach pulls. The best-looking type I find require, you guess it, a table saw I don’t yet own.
ADDENDUM
The liberals, progressives, and Democrats continue to struggle against Trump. They’d probably like nothing better than to call it quits over this impeachment fiasco. How many times have they declared it was a done deal for nearly three years now? They’ve blown it up so big they’ve obligated themselves to continue making jackasses of themselves. It looks like they are revealing their shortcomings over and over as they fail to come up with something bigger that would make the impeachment fade away.
Now they are claiming Trump is deporting fewer illegals than Obama, spinning that as another failed campaign promise. It’s another boondoggle since liberals love immigrants. That’s how desperate the opposition has become to find something that will rally the voters against Trump. The reason it appears there are fewer deportations is because the Obama administration counted turn-backs art the border crossings, while Trump counts only the real thing. Turn-backs are easy. Deportations involve the far more complicated process of rounding them up and shipping them back. The liberal propaganda is having the opposite effect—they can’t seem to find any real issues. They’ve gone so far as to claim Trump must be insane because he doesn’t agree with them, a brand of logic that belongs in the playground.
I confess that I find this amusing because my own upbringing was immersed in this sort of never-ending nonsense. People all around claiming the reason for their failure is that I refused to cooperate. They would have you believe their personal failure in life is the result of one or two isolated events. Horsefeathers! I was there and tell you it was a decades-long on-going series of repetitious stupidity taking place while surrounded by good examples and excellent opportunities. Of course I find it funny.
The common thread with liberal “sharing” is that it is always greed-based. They have nothing to share back. Let me over-explain the part I find so funny. I stood accused of causing all manner of problems because I would not “cooperate” by letting them help themselves to my resources. I walked away from it. Have them explain why, fifty years later, they still have the identical set of problems they blamed on me. That’s how the liberal mind twists itself into shapes that look like great big zeros.
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