One year ago today: May 11, 2022, because Starbucks ain’t coffee.
Five years ago today: May 11, 2018, Hardy’s, once.
Nine years ago today: May 11, 2014, harmless, local.
Random years ago today: May 11, 2006, a ‘calendar’ entry.
A wasted morning. The on-line order system for Wal*mart does not let us get past the “review order” stage. We’ve checked every menu, every hotspot, and finally wound up driving to Wal*mart and nobody there knows either. I think Wal*mart messed up, so I left a message for Agt. M to call. Howie is gone for the weekend, I’m again feeding the cats, and if it were know, a lot of squirrels and raccoons as well. Not to worry, pets never go hungry around me. We returned to the neighbor’s home office and used his desktop to find the method, no luck. It’s step 2 that won’t work, “Proceed to checkout.” The command is there but stays greyed out.
So, I’m fixing or replacing a fan. It is neat sometimes around here because I often write the purchase date somewhere on the casing. This fan has been in nearly daily operation when I’ve been here since March of 2015. I’ll give it a through cleaning with my new compressed air line and douse it with WD-40. The motors on these eventually seize up when the factory lube wears off. Later, the fan is a goner. Instead, I used the time to run in as much of the copper line as I had fittings for. This shows the results but not the effort. For me, running these metal lines is a task I was never supposed to learn.
That’s all I got done. Shown here are the exterior coupling near the saw area. Then a view of the interior, showing the cutoff valve. This valve also has a small knob that is set to slowly bleed the compressor dry in case I forget. I don’t store air, I charge up every time.
Home to the roaring of laughter over the “Town Hall” last evening. It was a debacle for CNN, who stuck to their 2016 tactics. Trump has learned, they have not. Trump walked all over their spokesperson, who spent most of the time interrupting Trump and insisting he said the opposite. Fooled nobody, it was beyond embarrassing for CNN. Have you heard of the “Mercy Rule”. That’s where the Umpire calls the game short when one team gets too far ahead to be beat. CNN cut the meeting short by 20 minutes. Later, the lady who sued Trump may try to sue again over remarks he made about her on television. What a joke civil law has become.
YouTube is revealing its ownership as it moves to block ad-blockers. It’s hypocritical because youTube was founded to distribute videos for free. Like many, I believe the Internet should be the ultimate in free offerings, so why have we not seen the rise of new companies with different business models to replace what are basically large advertising platforms. My camera needs a new battery so I don’t have the video of Mrs. Red in the bird bath for twenty minutes.
We got nowhere at Wal*mart. Once again, the so-called “power users” have no clue how a system operates, only how to get the app to work on their personal phone. Complete idiots when asked to describe how it is done. Interesting, the first major school board has been taken over by conservatives in Colorada, and fired 70% of the staff for being woketards. America should never have let the government take over education, so this is a step in the right direction. And the country is roaring with laughter, CNN thought their smooth-talking lady could best Trump, but mostly it gave air time to millions of people that the 2020 election was stolen. CNN thought they had buried that issue.
Tucker has relaunched his show on Twitter, which surprises me that platform still has the pull it does. He continues to bleed customers away from Fox News, his former employer. I’m okay with anything that shakes up the mainstream media due to their dishonest reporting. You see Trump say he won’t accept election results unless the election is fair and they scream that is trying to destroy the democratic process.
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Another couple hours and it’s a good day. This shows two more of the couplings, and a joint on the inside of the white shed, I forgot why this picture was important. Here it is. I’m going to need two more sections of pipe, a total of 5 10-foot lengths for this minimal configuration. Each shed has one outlet, and there are two exterior. One in the yard area, the other out front where a hose can reach cars and such. I don’t know if I’m getting any better, but the joints are looking nicer. Maybe like robotics, this sort of soldering takes a learned touch and I have not put in the time.
Caltier Fund is “paused” for compliance and regulatory matters. Everything looks kosher and they’ve made it clear they are not in the business of hiring staff. In user terms, it means you can’t do any transactions. Normally complaints against investment funds involve too many people trying to take the money out at once. You learn not to pay attention if that happens after some bad news, as too many investors are easy too spook. Caltier appears to have around 8,000 investors. Probably 800 of them are flakey types.
How do I get at that number? Reddit. One spot my computer will allow no-brainer comments through is when Caltier is mentioned a lot. So far most of the grouching centers on something I noticed on day one. Caltier reported returns to not match anything that is on their site, advertising, or projections. Rather than panic, I compared that with other funds and things then appear normal. It must be difficult for funds to show a consistent return in the property market, which makes sense to me because they would have to have a huge float of uninvested money sitting around to smooth the path.
We need a major shop around here, so do I take the afternoon off, or use Friday to chase around. Um, Friday. It’s my day off and I’d like to take a drive, maybe to Plant City, or even to the north end, a section Lakeland I never cared for. Full of wild and crazy. Yeah, that’s the plan, after a life like mine I have every right to combine shopping as activity. I’ll have you know people like to go shopping with me. It’s more fun than ordinary, that much we know.
I think I’m noticed the woodpeckers are feeding according to the amount of daylight. Somebody studies this kind of thing and it is not me. But there’s a time of day when both the morning sun directly and the evening sun reflected make a pattern on the wall above my noggin. Since I stop and sit back when I hear the birds, I’m going to notice the position of that pattern. I taped a small marker on the wall and calculated the Sun’s GP, not accurately, just to the wall clock. It’s the daily difference I’m watching for.
I’m afraid the disk from the past is blank. It was not until the past few years that computer manufacturers have included spyware that prevents you from ever really erasing a disk. This one has been wiped. Pity, the song hits of 1969, if I recall, were on a 1985 list called “Kitty’s” and I think they were on there. It would have been a treat, since I knew I was not ready for my teens, I had not had a childhood yet. Don’t mistake this for ordinary growing pains or coming of age. I was merely aware that a lot of prep work had not been completed. In the end I was right mostly because almost everyone around me got it wrong and wound up accordingly.
To job my memory, I threw on a web site that played the hits of 1969. What planet were they on. Read my lips, “The Lettermen” and “Friends of Distinction” were not what history is pumping them up to be. Elvis was still skinny but had started with the faggy jumpsuits, the rising band was CCR and The Beatles were fading due to McCartney. (He had spotted he could sell albums over his reputation alone and the band was no longer getting his best.) It was some years more before this music really had any impact on me. Not one rock or pop tune, however, has stood the test of time. Nothing from 1969 appears on my list today.
ADDENDUM
Now we have the lawsuit of the faggot who bought a butt-pug advertised as pure silicon. Turns out it had a metal core. The moron wears to his MRI scan and the magnetic waves create an “anal rail gun”, shooting the plug further up his arse. Myself, I hope he loses, on principle along. I mean, how stupid and sick can you get? Here are the best comments and an indication why I’m beginning to like Gab.com
1) What a bummer.
2) Was he butt-hurt?
3) New execution method for jews.
4) Quite the “in-you-endo”.
5) The guy’s a pain in the ass.
6) “Anal Rail Gun” is my next band’s name.