One year ago today: February 17, 2019, Indian giver.
Five years ago today: February 17, 2015, $22.50, in 1944.
Nine years ago today: February 17, 2011, share – or else.
Random years ago today: February 17, 2010, a short & potent post.
This is the heavy duty fan, it is now over beside my shed. I’ll wire it up first chance, but this could be the mother of all sawdust collectors. It looks in really good shape. We took the morning easy going through the boxes. And yes, there is a tractor in the barn. I haven’t seen it, but the other guys have. Agt. R says there may be a second small tractor in behind but after today he’s on his own. I’ve got too much of my own work to begin going through a barn. Lots of farm tools, mind you. We got what looks like a small harrow or tiller. I say scrap it, but after I find out what it is worth on-line. We ,may bring the electric motors over here for testing. It turns out the guy that died worked for the mines and much of this was gear he repaired or serviced. We got dozens of iron grates and tanks of weird chemicals.
The obvious solution is a small ceiling fan. I’m not so sure that won’t make the room uncomfortably breezy. I’ve already considered a fan from the hallway mounted above the door. As luck would have it, I found nearly a full gallon of trim paint in one of the boxes. A nice pale green that Agt. R doesn’t care for. This was enough work to get me home for an early siesta. There are some twelve truckloads still to be moved. I told them call if they need me but as far as I’m concerned, they can hook up one of those tractors before I’ll knock myself out. It turns out the squirrel cage blower was a mine shaft ventilator. That should work.
Now that the sinks are moved out of the way, I’m going back up in that attic. And this time the ladder can stay put until I’m finished. With the old sink in the way, the ladder had to be moved every time you entered the room or tinkled. It should now be okay to work up there as there are lights, a fan, and planks in the main areas. I weight 12 pounds less than when I was last up there. The insulation is not a priority.
The now-infamous H460.
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Here’s the fixed hinge. They look rusty and have been painted over but at still in excellent working condition 75 years after original installation. You can see how deeply buried the hinge is yet the installation is as solid as before. This brought the door into alignment with a slight stickiness. This was solved in less than a minute with the power plane. That is one messy tool although it produces sawdust rather than wood curls. The door now fits and as planned, I left the top trim in place as a reminder how off level the house was when I bought it. So, guests to Polk County, we now have a door on the bathroom. Another rumor says that by sometime tomorrow, there will be a lock on that door.
The ventilation is going to be a different problem. While I could put that ceiling fan, there is no place where the blades won’t get in the way of that attic hatch. The only other option is a through the wall fan above the door to blast air in from the hallway. The bathroom becomes uncomfortable almost as soon as the door is closed even on a mildly warm day. And this was a scorcher, the first day I ran the attic fan and air conditioners. I’ve got a temporary fan in there but unless I install more outlets, which I hesitate to do (you know how things accumulate), I better shop around for another solution.
The car. I’m getting everything checked in anticipation of getting the call from Tennessee. These trips are beyond anything the car was intended for, and I did drive it around town for most of two years as well. Everything checks out except there is an aroma of some burning fluid at times, my guess is that troublesome transmission. It’s just there momentarily but this is never a good sign. It’s not like I have a choice and I have spent the required money on keeping the unit maintained.
Ah, there it is. A picture of the planed door edge. I did it while the door was hanging, something that I would not have tried with a conventional plane. The door also needs a good cleaning, since that is also my cleanup area after I’ve been working with everything from paint to oil that will stick on woodwork. I replace the frame with the original nails in the original holes to cut down on the labor so watch for improvement photos on this as well. The peach blossoms are already dying off as the leaves begin to sprout. I’ve got all the manuals for looking after the trees. It was a full day, including a great siesta.
I’ve read entire passages of javascript that never once contain a single word that is semantically related to what is going on. Early in my programming career I maintained that people who could not speed type should not be allowed to program. They laughed, but knew I was right. This contains more logic than it would seem. One of the less obvious motives for saying this was I found that people who could not speed type tended to create whacked-out abbreviations, and worse, they had a rock-solid aversion to entering comments. If you read my code, I have often twice as many comments and explanations as actual commends. By comparison, my work is a pleasure to troubleshoot.
What I actually said at that time was typing should be a prerequisite for programming. That has another facet that’s over-looked. When we were given a task, the non-typists immediately sat down and began entering code. I took out a pencil and paper and began with logic diagrams and flowcharts. Yes, I was often criticized for “falling behind”. I regarded, as I do today, keyentering as one of the final phases of the programming process. Even with this slower method, I could often beat the worst of the others—but not often enough to keep time-worried supervisors happy. Plus, you find this type of management has a hard time including the wasted hours in repair of bad code that is up and running though badly with good quality programming that works right the first time. Because good programming does not win races or meet deadlines.
And how about that news “leak” that the Russians are inspecting Irish undersea cables with a view to tap them. Um, isn’t that precisely what the United States was doing to Russian submarine cables back in the last century? What? Oh, I forgot. It’s not illegal when our side does it. Roger that, but to be on the safe side nobody tell the Ruskies we are only letting them spy on our old cables. The new ones are like super-secret, protected by Google’s privacy policy, and do not, repeat do not go anywhere near Ireland, Greenland or Newfoundland.
According to Business Insider and some outfit called the Irish police, the bad guys could “take entire countries offline”. This poses a serious risk in the rise of skin cancer as millions of millennials leave their basement suites and actually go out into the sunlight. Not to mention the billions in lost revenue from pop-up ads, fake free offers, and porno downloads. But I’ll tell you what I think.
The Russians are being paid by eFAG to cause a problem. If the Internet is ever shut down and can be blamed on some foreign country, this would give complete power to the ISPs over which sites they would turn back up. And you can bet the DMCA rat-holes would be right there to assist. I would not mind, as this would be one of the few blogs left standing. Why? Because while it may not be earth-shaking, this blog has something most don’t. It’s called content.
Something went on that I was unaware of last month. Readership fell to an all-time low, but don’t worry Glen, that still numbers in the thousands per month. Things are just beginning to recover now. I was under the impression that this blog could display properly on Android browsers. Remind me to check on that when I’m in Tennessee.
ADDENDUM
Here’s your animation of the monster bench vice. That’s Agt. R as owner-operator, I think he should hold on to this. So I told him if he wants to sell it, I’ll match the price. I have no use for it, but what a conversation piece. I traded Charla the two pressure cookers for the wire fence and got together the materials to move the bathroom electrical around. That’s more than a full day, at least my muscles tell me so.
And did you hear about the millennial who can’t start his rental car because he lives too far away from a cell phone tower.? Serves him right, I say. How about the news that the scent of a romantic partner improves the quality of your sleep, even it they are not present. This was a university study, but they could just have asked me.
