One year ago today: April 15, 2022, in my ginch.
Five years ago today: April 15, 2018, gig number three.
Nine years ago today: April 15, 2014, all day.
Random years ago today: April 15, 2020, Forex – growing disillusionment.
There you have it. An entire file folder disappeared by itself overnight. My folder that holds the last laff pictures for the future went bye-bye while I was sleeping. This, people, is why I have never paid for any MicroSoft product. Make it work right, and I might consider it. Oh, I know they have a ready explanation but this happened while I was sleeping and it isn’t the first time. It is nowhere, not even the recycle bin.
The other overnight event is my papayas may finally be turning yellow. If I ever run across a source of real light bulbs, I’ll buy the whole case. The tea light is still flickering after 96 hours, but here is a 1,000 bulb with a filament that lasted 22 hours.
Here’s another microscope still, this time a ballpoint nib. I was hoping at the claimed 1000x I’d be able to see the squibbles in the ball. Mind you, it is nigh impossible to hold the camera steady beyond 400x. I may take tomorrow off just for inventory. Now that I need them, I cannot find that box of copper fittings. If I go buy new ones, the box will turn up for sure. They must be here and a search is rarely wasted because I will turn up other items misplaced over the years. It’s a long process, getting semi-organized, around here. I’m going to need another 10-foot type M (thicker walls) copper pipe, other than that, I’ve go my compressed air.
I don’t link to subscription sites, but dumb phones are on the rise again. A phone that is just a phone. I have six or so brand new still in the box. Because I knew this might happen. A Boeing team broke the paper airplane flight record, not by design as claimed, but by discovering the optimum angle to throw the airplane was 40°. There are court cases flying over the now discredited J6 hoax and the NY Trump trial. Unfortunately for the taxpayer, the way the American legal system is set up by the you-know-whos, no law firm will take this cases unless the defendant carries insurance to pay the award. So if anyone wins, the loser pays nothing and the cost is passed on to the US public in the form of increased insurance premiums. There is only one way to put a stop to this nonsense. If nobody wins, the lawyers still walk away richer.
Sunday is scheduled for routine firing up the gas engines and the thought tuckers me out already. I’ll try to find time to biscuit join some box planks, just to make sure I don’t lose my touch. It’s been months. I sure do like working inside my fan-cooled shed. I’ve decided to design a battery driven time lapse rotation table. The egg turner needs commercial power and I’m just beginning my study on making cheap-ass plastic gears. Up to now, I’ve made only wood, but I had a lot of fun with that.
How about the fat couple suing the airlines? They want free seat space and bigger meals which they obviously do not need. The female’s main objection appears to be that nobody would sit next to her, which is probably her real problem. Picture below. She also claims the airline “failed to protect” her from nasty glances.
1948 Buick Streamliner.
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Sure enough, I have one copper adapter that fits both the regular pipes and the thread on the female air couplers. But where did it come from? No amount of searching even shows it on-line where close enough is never good enough. No word from Wilford on those shingles, but I will need 87 and they come in packages of 33. I might as well price something out. I was out there a few hours and back inside by 6:00PM thinking it would rain. Nope, just making noises. Sammy is back from the vet, nothing wrong. But I think he’s having tummy problems, not eating and he is skinnier, you can tell when you pat him.
All the way, I went, to the old club. My entire fan club was there along with the staff and Karaoke act that all know me. My club? Yep, about six or eight great-looking blonde ladies, though not my type, they are bunch that keeps the eyeballs a-poppin’. Especially Emily. Here’s where I get called a liar by the losers. All these gals know me and have no shyness. This is totally visible to the hustlers, of which there are plenty on a payday like tonight. You see, these gals walk right up and will paw me, give me the boob brush and boob press, and/or a shoulder rub. To the outside world it looks like I’m too dumb to notice.
Nor is it lost to these gals this affects the on-lookers. We know exactly what they are thinking and it’s not like I can or want to brush these gals away. I put in my name but it was an hour until my turn. The cheer that went up when I was called which let the peanut gallery know this was my night. This is not the right blog if you are seeking self-serving humility. My only thought was times like this are fifty years to late. And better late than never means others, not me. Wilford showed up and he is pretty sure there are enough shingles, but he was too busy today. He also has two sheets of plywood that may not be in too bad a shape to reinforce what’s up there. Right now, you can walk on it but I recommend you step where the rafters are. What a boon it would be if he shows with both the sheathing and the shingles. And stuck around to help me get them up on the roof.
An hour’s reading and a well-earned nap. I did not know the historical name for the North Sea was The German Ocean.
ADDENDUM
“Day After Tomorrow” was a special effects masterpiece. But the plot was dragged down by tired Hollywood themes. Genius idiots, climate change, chemo kids, bungling bureaucrats. The only thing missing is the strip bar scene but we are only at the 40 minute mark.
How about a Sri Lankan “success” story? That’s a country where the game of handball is unknown. These ancient and fabled cultures are so superior to White culture that people are desperate to get the hell out of there into Europe as their only hope of having a real life. The problem is, they have no intention of assimilating. Here’s what happened. Twenty-three Sri Lankans, who are indistinguishable from Hindus, formed a fake handball team and entered a tournament in Germany.
They got visas, played a few games, and disappeared. A call to Sri Lanka got denials that they ever existed. The escape is being lauded as a victory for illegal immigrants who prefer the term “migrants”. In the USA, these millions will be rounded up and sent back. And If I have any way, the countries they come from severely punished for allowing them out. Like America, you need a generation that stands and fights. But these cultures five times older than the USA have yet to produce one.
