March 17, 2023

Yesteryear
One year ago today: March 17, 2022, still no microscope.
Five years ago today: March 17, 2018, I learn about hot dogs.
Nine years ago today: March 17, 2014, remember Hampton, FL?
Random years ago today: March 17, 2009,Karaoke – too much like work.

           Riots in France. I’m still surprised so many people do not realize tyranny can’t take place without a corrupt administration system, nowadays called the civil service. Thousands of voters can’t stop a single immigrant, but one politician can change the retirement age overnight. That is your explanation—corrupt government employees. Good morning. A perfect breakfast of French toast because that’s one of the few things they got right. Or is that now Freedom toast? With coffee. Who ever discovered coffee, it was America that perfected it. South European and Latino mud-coffee tastes like they used the grounds.

           Seems some Wells Fargo customers found their bank accounts empty, which the company says is just a glitch, nothing to be concerned about. Go home. At this point, I laid back down for just a second and did not wake up until 2:45PM. So if anything gets done today, that’s mostly what you’ll hear about. I did not say, but the table saw also has things looking better around here. It effortlessly slices boards, such as pallet slats, to the identical width and the results are much nicer than what we had going on. For the pending trip, I’m going to seal up the saw, which is under a canopy, with tarps. Say, that’s what I can do today. Catch you later.

           That makes this mornings top story the mouse tester, shown here. This is a destructive test, the mouse cannot be used for anything else now. There are five wires, not the three in the schematics and on-line literature. I don’t care for the integrated circuit, I’m trying to find a way to use the mouse buttons as handy non-latching switches. Non-latching, the kind that turn back off when you let go. So far, none of the combinations have worked, there are potentially 120, including one that causes the test probe to flicker.

           The squirrel is angry, I must have found the access during the boarding up process. Florida is full of orchards and farms with a 12-month growing season, they don’t need to be raiding my place. To be on the safe side, I’m going to foam the few gaps that remain visible, I never was able to accurately cut angles. The hole drill that was gummed up, I finally burned it clean with a blowtorch and it is not in new condition.

           This was an unusually difficult repair even by robot club standards. An hour and a half, two bench vises, punches, hammer, hand sledge, Allen wrenches, drill press, grease, oil, rags, screwdrivers, grinder, wire brush, and so on plus the said torch. It sure does look nice. All for a tool that is no better than others I have for the same job. But once I got started . . . .
What’s this, school boards alleging home-school kids are only half-educated. What, they are not being taught how to apply for welfare? What’s to become of us? The left, out of resources, is flinging another Trump arrest at the wall. It would just galvanize the Trump supporters. Harm on transplanted hair on his head and that would be the catalyst. I suspect a third of America would support rebellion if it means they would not have to listen to sissy-bvoys.

Picture of the day.
Luxury camping tent.
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           The command center for the trip is my immediate want. It’s a placard beside where I drive that has all the gizmos needed to keep track of my travels my way. That’s a timer, a map, a clock, a thermometer and 12V sockets for any number of accessories. The GPS is a separate mount on the dash, it can be operated probably 90% by one finger while both hands are on the steering wheel. If I leave this weekend, I’m not sure if I’ll camp. If I do it will be comfy. Since the Yeti battery supply has been available, the van is well lit, happy, and about to inherit the cooler from the silo. I remind you, the van is not a camper, but equipped mostly for an overnight crash or two. And for spoiling doggies.
           This weekend is a local payday. I drove out to BTOW, stopping at the old club but not bothering with Kooter’s. Third Friday means a disc jockey, always enough to keep the beefy housewives on the dance floor and blocking the aisle to the men’s room. Well, not blocking it, but so that you have to make a fuss to brush past them.

           Here’s a novelty gif since I really don’t have anything else for you today. The camera was set to catch whatever has been knocking over my birdbath and shown here is the workbench full of gardening tools and such. Usually it is covered with a tarp. The downey woodpeckers must be nesting somewhere back there and have become, I think, too tame for their own good. We have at least 15 feral cats nearby.

ADDENDUM
           Google has been screwing up again. It’s confirmed a lot of the oldest embedded photos don’t display. It appears the geniuses in California have, for no good reason, deprecated the tags. The photos remain, as it is possible to open them, then upload again. But the amount of work involved means this won’t happen soon.

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