One year ago today: January 15, 2021, my new window.
Five years ago today: January 15, 2017, on climate change tales.
Nine years ago today: January 15, 2013, cheap or healthy?
Random years ago today: January 15, 2011, Florida locks even fake bikes.
Tsunami in Tonga? Maybe not. But “30 centimeters” sounds like more of a tidal wave than “less than a foot deep”, don’t you think? And the footage looks much more dramatic when they play it back at triple speed. I overslept and had a big breakfast, so let’s see what we get done today during this cold snap, down to 40ºF overnight. I had to break out the electric blanket and curl up with my Darwin book. I’ve given up trying to follow the terminology since it is easy enough to follow along his critics, who also don’t know what the terms mean.
The big project for today was reinforcing the east wall of the new shed, to one-foot on-center, shownhere. These walls are solidly anchored to the deck and should hold up to all but the trees themselves falling on the structure. The wall is left open as I plan to insulate it to a degree and the winter weather has been great this week. Ha-ha. For reasons unknown, the cardinals have not taken to the new birdfeeder out back. There’s a chance they just have not found it yet, but I hear them in the mornings nearby enough.
I managed a five hour day, so I’m tentatively planning on driving over to Bartow for my Saturday night on the town. It defies description how dead Lakeland is if you don’t know Tampa is just up the road. Don’t matter, I am not going to Tampa, that down is full of top-knot types who pretend they are terrified if you don’t wear a face diaper. I wonder who has Karaoke over here these days. Most clubs only have entertainment twice a month any more. One live, one Karaoke.
The neighbor was around to chat, the poor guy is lost in a world of fake media news in an America that no longer exists. He still talks about his hobby of painting, but he is never in that small studio in his garage more than one or maybe two hours per month. I have a more stringent definition of a hobby, that it is something you do every day so that no time gets wasted. Lately I could claim that laundry deck as a hobby.
I took time to apply a drop of oil to all the tools I now own that have an axle. The part I break most often remains drill bits, mostly the small ones. Not surprsing, as I have something like eight or nine drills. Remind me to pay the hillbilly for that excellent bench vice he left here, now I cannot live without it. It had been thrown out for a broken lever, which I replaced in less than ten minutes, otherwise, the unit is like new.
Yarrow, the English weed.
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By late afternoon, I’ll cancel most plans and stay home until after dark. This week was unusually slow on every count. Even my normally busy e-mails have tapered off. This means extra siesta time which if I don’t sleep, I’m reading. I’m pausing on the Darwin book, to let some of the material sink in. One impressive part was a chart that showed the five competing theories of the day, with a tick or X to mark its strong and weak spots. Part of Darwin’s genius was how his work was so complete he not only filled in those gaps, he left the other material so intact that anyone who got offended was acting out.
I found time to get up the ladder and install these rafter brackets along the ledger board.
Trump steals the show again, with cars parked twenty-five miles deep to attend his rally in Arizona. Crowds like that bring a tear to Biden’s eye and the rotten Democrat party must quiver when they think about what this means for November. They will lose both houses and too many people are pushing for mass arrests to ignore. Twice-failed Hillary pretty much has to run, or else. Did you catch her reading that lame acceptance speech, not based on her qualifications to be President, but to appeal to the lowest contexts of “equality” amongst the dregs of our society.
Nor is there any turning back or posturing for the RINOs and Democrats who voted for far-left activities. Previously, the media could bury their identities in group labels, but not in the Internet era. I think soon somebody will publish a master list of who has to go and that alone will have huge public sway in the upcomings. Rumor has it the crowd in Arizona was the biggest in American history.
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Silver plods along but what a coincidence just after I mention a potential for a rift between the metal and the certificates. I see advertising for the one-ounce ingots. I would like to see silver soar while the paper collapses, as should have been happening all along. Let’s see what JimmyR.com has to say. I told ya PayPal was crooked. They’ve been confiscating the money from the accounts they shut down. FedEx wants to arm its cargo planes, defensively of course. Are you ready for the deep-fake voice scams? We are, the Reb & I regularly include built-in clue words to verify everything to do with money.
Your next traffic citation could arrive as a text. The MSM continue to push the “normalization” of prostitution by continually calling them “full service sex workers”, now that America has become the next Weimar Republic. And this Joe idiot has now resorted to begging corporations to follow his vaccine mandate even though the Supreme Court said nope. Double-ha, make him say pretty please with sugar on it. Then tell him, “Let’s go, Brandon.”
Factoids: College and university enrollment has fallen by a million, my guess is that’s students who don’t want to be poisoned. In the past 15 years, 100% of malware has been written in C+.
