One year ago today: April 20, 2022, rice for breakfast.
Five years ago today: April 20, 2018, my windows still work.
Nine years ago today: April 20, 2014, real change’s never peaceful.
Random years ago today: April 20, 2007., urban camouflage.
Happy Hitler’s Birthday. That’s from a massive upsurge in his popularity. Much of it drawn by parallels to what happened in Germany. There will always be die-hards who believe the Britannica version, totally Hitler-bad, Hitler-evil, but I never bought the theory that anybody was totally in the wrong. I doubt people have read as much as I on the topic, so my guess is there is increase Internet traffic about the German side of the story. I’ve not seen many posts other than Hitler being the “last politician who cared about his country”, but I’ve certainly seen the upsurge of Jewish sites complaining about anyone even voicing that opinion.
Here’s a revelation for the rest of the world who thinks the news about America is real. The Sweet 16 party shooting of 32 people last day was entirely Black on Black violence. Yet this is the picture the mainstream media are using to publish the event with spectacular headlines of the deaths. There were no White people involved in this shooting. This is a picture of White people grieving for the dead children, but who had nothing to do with the crime. This is how the media in America got such a bad name.
The new birdfeeder is beside the suet feeder. I’ve seen the woodpeckers snack on seeds, but the suet is the big draw. Judging by behavior, is it possible that these birds can get “drunk” on the older suet? I’m taping an audio book in real time, “Space Prison” to see if I can get around the lack of a chapter system when the files are just copied. The report from Tennessee is that the little doggie may have a back problem. We knew he found walking a bit of a chore, which we wrote off to advanced age. And my study of using a specially bought car for TURO is not giving the greatest results. What about a pickup truck or is that just asking for trouble?
Ever heard of Midge? Me neither, but we may shortly. She’s back as a character in the new “Barbie” move, a very pregnant friend. With a detachable belly. No hint of a husband character, but Midge’s eyes “look straight ahead” unlike the “down to the side” look of the more seductive Barbie. Talk is that Midge is to portray the less fortunate side of Barbie-hood because she made only one, tiny, little, wee mistake.
See you later, I just heard a noise in the squirrel trap. A half-hour later, it was a she and she is gone to join up with her ex, if he hasn’t run off with some other lady by now. Too bad, I think she was pregnant. Here’s her raiding the woodpeckers peanut butter. I got more of the plywood up to the canopy, that will soon be done except I forgot to pick up some 1-1/4” screws y’day. That means I’ll have to go downtown right past happy hour later today.
Rare bigfin squid.
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Our peach tree isn’t blooming anything like earlier years. The leaves are appearing, but over weeks rather than days. Nor are there any of the characteristic bulbs, not at this early stage anyway. Looks like I’ll have to eat papaya for a while. Chill some evaporated milk mixed with sugar, then add some vanilla flavoring and the things become at least tasty. What’s unknown is my hankering for tea lately. To me, hot tea is a winter drink and whew, she is no longer winter out there.
Shopping took until dark and I could not find that electric fuel pump. They are advertised on-line by Wal*Mart, but you have to view each one to find if they have it in store. I gave up on that after a half-hour. That sort of web page is a plague on the Internet. This means my door lock did not get installed, but I wrote letters to Hersh, Mitch, and JZ. That’s real letter, but in a code millennials struggle with called “cursive”.
I read an article by a Genexyzer describing why he could not read handwriting. The reasoning was pure shit, that the curves and lines of the letters did not look like Roman characters, but it was his mentality that got me laughing. He went on to explain and all it did was reveal his reasoning ability was about par with an eight-year-old. Here was a college student expecting sympathy because his brain thought “too many of the letters had too many humps”.
Later, after pages of crap on-line, I asked around. There is a mower repair shop just east of here, says Mark. I’ll give it a try. People who don’t take down dead links should be billed. Then again, I also think Google Maps and billboard companies should pay when places are not there any more. How would I deal with that? Those companies should have to set up a central office. People could report dead links or addresses. Why would they? Because if the advertisign is not removed within 24 hours, those companies must pay the first caller $1000 per day until it is. Anyone who calls in a false report gets banned off the net for six months. There are, conceptually, no real barriers to setting up this service except people who don’t like being held to task.
ADDENDUM
Here’s an article about things the birds in my back yard I’m not supposed to know. Let’s check out which ones amuse me.
1. Birds like ants under their feathers. Lice control?What’s this? Egypt is suing Netflix for depicting Cleopatra as a Black. Go woke, go broke. I keep thinking the real problem is they picked such an ugly one. And whoops on that SpaceX orbital launch. Made it as far as the Gulf of Mexico.
2. Birds can tell Picasso and Monet paintings apart.
3. Soaring birds can nap in the air.
4. Hummingbirds can’t walk.
5. Red cardinals are the earliest risers. I’d noticed that.
6. Bluejays are not blue, but brown.
