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Saturday, January 1, 2022

January 1, 2022

Yesteryear
One year ago today: January 1, 2020, I like this van.
Five years ago today: January 1, 2016, cherry pie, my last.
Nine years ago today: January 1, 2012, when careers become jobs . . .
Random years ago today: January 1, 1977, my, I was outspoken 45 years ago.

           A sign of the times, did you get that video of the Australian guy who set himself on fire? That only happens in totalitarian countries. Do not harm yourself, folks, if you are going to die, take a communist with you. This is why you keep your guns. The American law does not allow you to have a gun, you have that right and the law says the politicians cannot infringe on it. Keep your heads about you, there is something big going on. And good morning, happy 2022. A Philly Democrat has pleaded guilty to election fraud. But he is small fry.
           We await the day some Democrat tells all to save his own neck. In other news last night the Webb telescope successfully unfolded the mirrors and sunshields. Somehow I don’t think many people realize the scale of this operation. And my primary criticism of VPNs is that they identify you, thus negating the primary purpose of their own existence. A far better system is the one I have, where none of the correspondence directly gives away anything until too late to make any difference. Now I hear new encryption apps are arriving that remove the need for VPNs. I will be following that.
           Here’s a view of this morning’s baking. Love the aroma of this cinnamon swirl they call it. I’ve always said crumb cake and I make it in a pie plate because that is how I slice it.

           Budget into will keep changing as last year wraps up, but one encouraging sign is that in the few months where the budget was above average involved buying tools. I did take the day off, and it’s about time. I wrote a letter, that’s the high point. To demo how quickly gig money flies around this place, I already need whatever we are getting paid next weekend. There’s no mystery about this, gig money isn’t a budget item so I can keep spending it until it’s all gone. Yet I don’t rate is as mad money or pin money. That, I will always remember my house gig in the 90s that let me bank my paychecks for years.
           Allow me to calculate how much or little I would have to make gigging to bank like that again. Here it is, just $332. Yep, if I make that from gigs, I would rarely have to dip into my own pockets, in a manner of speaking. I’m saying when I go over budget, the money comes from my reserve and that’s not what it is for. Careful, I’m not telling you much because that $332 is an average that changes every month.

Picture of the day.
Cute English house.
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           What are some revealing budget items for 2021. Biggest movie month was August with $132 in tickets. Most expensive month for lumber was January, the $341 was largely the fancy new shelves in the back bedroom. Thanks to the van, I had an ominous $4,200 in extraordinary expenses. My best month was February, where my income was boosted by insurance rebates, a medical expense reimbursement, and picking up a few odd jobs. I finished that month with an $80 surplus. Things are not looking cheery, mind you. See this rafter bracket? I had to buy 16 of them at $3.12 apiece. There are tough times ahead for a lot of people.
           Here’s where I caution the reader that some of the terms I use for budgets to not match the common meanings. I observed long ago what happened to retired people who spent all their pension money each month. That was a mistake I could not afford, I had to ensure that even after retirement, I had a monthly surplus to roll over. That is what I have been dipping into when you hear me speak of deficit spending. The good news is I have never, in 26 years now, had to ever spend it all. Came close a few times, though. Credit cards suck.

           There’s nothing else to report, making this a classic New Year’s Day for me. The kind of day you only imagine is retirement, but tomorrow the leaves need raking and we are low on Carnation. I did write several more letters and modified plans for the deck canopy. And responded to an ad for a Whirlpool washer in primo condition. But getting things of this nature done is a snap when you don’t waste time watching television. The news feed shows the rise of companies who will assist you in deleting your Facebook, Instagram, and TikTok accounts. As this blog warned a decade before these people arrived, you cannot actually delete your account, you can only deactivate it from your point of view. The tracking goes on.
           And we finally have a post it is not only the police tracking your phone when you go into a bar. One look at the millennial dating practices and you will know these apps will soon be as common as freaks on a New York subway.
           The turn of the year also brought dozens of self-serving millennial and ass-ender surveys that got past my news filters. It’s amazing the results people get when they are allowed to self-assess. An amalgamation of four or five of these lists all show conclusions that millennials are wonderful, if not perfect, because they:

                      1) have intuitive knowledge of technology – they can download porno.
                      2) have a passion for learning – as long as it is left-wing propaganda.
                      3) say tasks are more important than time – they want $15/hr to start.
                      4) value social interaction at the work place – sleep with the boss.
                      5) are team-oriented – meaning they lack any leadership qualities.

ADDENDUM
           Oh, did I get some flak. I posted a critique of businesses that indulge in intrusive advertising. Basically, there is a site on-line that has been going on about a parallel economy and the new way of buying. So I lambasted their undeletable ads that embed on every search, to which they said they need the advertising dollar. Which I replied if they are so progressive thinking they should do better than 1960s style television advertising which disrespects the value of people’s time. I implied they did not have the brains to come up with something better despite the fact they have been running off at the mouth for months about what is parallel and new. They did not like that. Great way to start the year.
           Another on-line bunch I don’t like are the sites that try to rope you in. These are the people that still cling to the method that the deeper they can trick you into their site, the less chance you’ll walk away. That does not work with me, I’m merely surprised how many dumb-asses out there must exist on both ends for that crap to work anymore. How about on-line news sites that want you to fill out practically a census form to get a subscription. Or GoDaddy, who demands your life history and will not process your domain without a phone number. Azzholes. I had to use up one of my remaining few favors at the phone company.

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