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Sunday, January 23, 2022

January 23, 2022

Yesteryear
One year ago today: January 23, 2021, enough to buy votes.
Five years ago today: January 23, 2017, growing dislike of Harbor Freight.
Nine years ago today: January 23, 2013, most lack imagination.
Random years ago today: January 23, 2012, the fake Euro accent.

           Finally, the cardinals have discovered the backyard feeder. There are three new feeders with a variety of snacks, the favorite remaining the black oil sunflowers. Here is one of the juveniles, probably from the fourth brood of the parents. I will be moving the birdbath to the back yard soon. I have yet to build them some nesting platforms, but it won’t be long now. It’s too cold for outside, so lets do some chores.
           Maybe I figured there was not enough aggravation in my life nowadays, but I decided to finally fix that light switch by the front door. You know, the one with one 15 amp circuit and one 20 amp three-way switch. The older wiring has no ground wire and we know from way back one of the wires at the back of the box is loose. And we did mislabel one of the circuits in the secondary box, so be careful not to accidentally shut off the line to the backup computer. Ha-ha.

           Three hours later, it’s time for a noon break. The loose wire shorted, the 15 amp switch was bad, I did kill the backup computer, and must have made eight trips to the back shed for parts and matching screwdrivers. It’s done but how come I don’t have this big wave of satisfaction? I’m wearing my old phone company winter jacket which still fits me, but how come I have this big basket of cover plates in the shed that don’t match anything else I’ve got? I may just have to ponder all this over a few beers much later this afternoon.
           It is now 56ºF out there and I have all three space heaters fired up. But, that amounts to two in the office and one in the kitchen, not enough for comfortable moving around. If I’d got off my tush, this would have been an excellent time to test out the north shed for insulation and comfort. But I also need a platform to put in my washer and new water heater. It’s going down to 35ºF tonight, enough to cause a lot of woe.

           Here’s one for you. Dundee U. is developing a database of hands. Photos or video of hands can be scanned by A.I. to reveal patterns of blood vessels. The project claims an 86% success rate and their stated goal is to identify the hands in porno movies of child molesters. Once again, a great idea that will eventually be turned on the unsuspecting public for totally other reasons.
           And how about all these on-line surveys? A Reddit questionnaire revealed the worst part about depression was feeling depressed. We have a new term, “negging”, which is short for negative feedback. The word is new, not the tactic, which is heavily popular with lower-rung males, which probably explains why I never heard it until today. My brothers were horrible practioneers. Being an entertainer, I see this behavior all the time in clubs, you know, the married men constantly hitting on the barmaid, and if she objects, they were “only kidding”. I don’t predict much use for the term around here, where the people who do it are simply called “assholes”.
           Here’s the next meme-to-be, some totally unhinged ugly broad making a clown of herself. Probably a school teacher. This is what happens when no man has asked her back for a second date in 15 years. It’s actually a simple ten-minute operation.

Picture of the day.
Abandoned New Orleans building.
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           Unlike most Florida days, it is getting colder by the hour. I’m done with most of the small indoor projects. Next weekend is another gig, so I ran through half the music list. Most of these tunes I will never be proficient with. They are too old, too obscure, and many of the bass lines have no character at all. Long ago I noticed so many of the older hits do not follow a strict “blues” pattern, thought that is not evident enough to explain their appeal. It appears most in songs where an extra half-measure has to be played to match the lyrics. What I do is just memorize those parts, where normally I would learn the whole tune well enough to jump in at any point.
           Dang, I had to give up on any yard work, so instead I moved more gear out to the new shed. I really need to finish other items in there, including another outlet, before I put too much more inside. And until the place is really weatherproof, I hesitate to store books in there. Remember Theresa’s fancy cabinet? It is no more, the hillbilly was never around to help me move it as promises, so it got wet. It was mainly particle board, so I salvage the hinges and the few pieces of solid lumber. If I ever find time again, but I always say that.

           I took a close look at some of the pieces. Here is one with all the necessary tenons and such cut with a single saw setting. I admire the planning this must have taken, maybe I can try similar work. After I finally decide to get a real table saw that is. I kept that cabinet thinking one day she might as for it back, but now it is mostly firewood. The lesson here is that when you promise somebody to pay them rent, it is often a good idea to do that.
           This tune, “Next Broken Heart” is developing into a new vocal style for me. I’ve always done imitations and I’ve found before I can fake the serious sounds as well. Opportunities were lacking until something like this comes along. Unlike bass, I have to learn the individual singing notes and every inflection. As mentioned, this tune is at the top of my range, just before I break into a head voice (yodeling). What’s above average is my head voice can go the other way, that is, I can yodel much lower notes, meaning there is an overlap. I can sing the upper notes of this tune in falsetto and the effect is likeable to me. Why? Possibly because it is a most non-jazz sound and I do not like jazz or, for the most part, people who like jazz.
           Unlike the classics, this tune does not go back a long ways, so I use the old memory trick of imagining a storyline to the lyrics. Reviewing videos of my performance (here, not for broadcast) I see that style matches my style and I always play that situation to the hilt.

           In this process, I finally found a decent MP4 to AVI converter. That means a number of conditions were met. It’s free, downloadable, it is not a limited version, not a trial version, no advertising, no funny stuff, and it works exactly as advertised. It has does one thing only and can operate on big batches of files. The only quirk so far is that once you click “convert” you cannot hide or minimize the cryptic screen but I’ll figure that out anyway. Called Pazera they did something MicroSoft and all the other on-line liars never could—get a donation out of me.
           Finding the right software wasn’t easy. My camera is a Sony, so it isn’t real MP4 and the majority of searches turn up outfits that work on-line. I cannot believe anybody would be stupid enough to upload a file, especially a video file, let strangers do something with it, then download the file back. On top of that, accept their word they did not keep a copy. Nonsense, the minute you upload anything, it is their property and it is you that now has a copy. But the proliferation of sites tells us a lot of people indeed are that stupid.
           For editing, I still use MovieMaker because it works for what I need. Just ignore the whacked out file importing system. The convertor is no speed demon, but it does not gobble resources, so you can leave it in the background. It’s really been since 2018 that I’ve got only short videos with sound produced by, what’s that Android app, Movie Maker Pro or something? It’s too finicky to produce more than a few minutes at a time. If you make an error and want to start over, it can take a half-hour for the process to stop.

ADDENDUM
           Today’s imbecile is the knob who stole artifacts from European museums to “avenge motherland Africa”. He grabbed displays to return them to Africa, except like most libtards, he was too uneducated to realize he was stealing Indonesian statues. Proof again that there is no rule saying you need any brains to be a woketard. Here’s something black that is smarter than he is.
           That’s interesting, the reason why the COVID vaccine is not advertised on TV. Because TV law requires that it would have to list all side-effects. Possible death is a side-effect. Here’s that squirrel that is super miffed she cannot get at the birdfeeder. Plenty of nerve, though, squatting just out of distance and scolding me. This is one of at least a dozen squirrels and we know there is something larger, like a possum, living in one of the bigger trees.

           I don’t recall how long ago I began casually mentioning Gab.com, but the site is gaining traction like blazes. It does not have a flag or kill feature and does not censor all but the severest and porno posts. It purports to be Christian, so allow it that. Gab infuriates woketards because they cannot take down posts, all they can to is block them and it is curious to see how many try that because of a knee-jerk reaction they have from using Twitter and Facebook.           
           But they discover blocking cuts them off from the very posts they want to flame. Gabs lack of controls allows a rise of self-censorship where the liberal crackpots and fedbots quickly get outed. They continue to post their propaganda but find it quickly ignored, which gets their goats something fierce, but I’ll let you decide.
           The site format is bad, is full of intrusive advertising unless you pay for a membership, which is contrary to free speech. All photos and posts are the same size and reposting allows the day’s offerings to become horrendously repetitious. There appears no easy way to collect your input to one spot and the number of woketards posting is constant. Much to obvious are the posters who are paid to try infesting the site with crap designed to cause trouble. Again, the quickly get weeded out but keep returning to get their arses kicked again and again.

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