May 30, 2023

Yesteryear
One year ago today: May 30, 2022, turtle-dog anniversary coincidence.
Five years ago today: May 30, 2018, attitude aplenty.
Nine years ago today: May 30, 2014, every hundred years.
Random years ago today: May 30, 2010, don’t look at me.

           Major sleep in. Another day in the yard, mostly. There’s an old Korean saying that sooner or later everybody has to learn to enjoy puttering or they become the Korean term for mentally fossilized. Normally applied to North American TV watchers and more specifically, those who watch Fox, I think it more common now than ever. I don’t have any great photos, unless you are a pet lover. In that case, here are the boys waiting in the Civic outside the Thai Sushi place last evening. That’s because I barely made it and I like to work until I’m tired. I patched the back yard fence and think I found where the doggie has been sneaking out.

           That’s the big doggie, looking at you from the back seat. He won’t fit between the buckets or he’d make himself at home. Remind me to make up another 20 pounds of chicken before I leave. That could be any time soon, as the fuel pumps have arrived. On the other hand, my camera battery is hooped and I may have to order on-line. It’s important enough that I may have to stick around.

           Here’s something to ponder. You know (from this blog anyway) the reason for the third decimal number on gas pumps. That represents 1/1000 of a gallon, so why is such a ridiculous number there? Simple, because gas has become so expensive that without it, the cents in the price would be the fastest moving number on display. So the gas number is there to distract stupid people. It works like a hot damn.
           However, the result was a crazy idea. If people by the millions never question that tiny amount, can this be turned into a dumb idea that makes money? That’s part of why I went out later last evening and did some calculating. I’ll describe my work and you figure out how we can cash in. Some bank accounts pay interest. So, I figured out how many decimal places it would take to have that “interest” display on a web page every second. There are 31,536,000 seconds in a year. All my idea would do, for now, is let you enter an amount and an interest rate. Then, you could watch the rate at which it is gaining interest. Give me five bucks and I’ll let you watch it in real time. Anyway, take it from there.

Picture of the day.
Overboard Xmas decorations.
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           Later, and yep, even though my camera uses the most common battery, the NP-BX1, nobody has it in stock. It took three generations to turn Americans from the best to the worst, these xyzers are up shit creek when all this catches up with them. And yes, Wal*mart is ALWAYS out of men’s size 8-1/2 shoes. And Best Buys stock computers are programmed to never show out-of-stock on 12% of their items. So, you’ll think they have them and waste your time going in, and buy something so you’ll think you did not waste your time, that’s why. Let’s check the news feed.

           Yet another judge has ruled the border people need a warrant to search your cell phone. To me, that’s a non-issue because not only should you not keep sensitive info on a phone, when you travel, get a $10 burner. Like the Russians before them and the Americans even earlier, the Chinese are trying to drill through the Moho layer into the Earth’s mantle. And golly, what a surprise. Every computer sold since 2018 has included a backdoor into your privacy.
           Here’s the doggie in the igloo. See what he’s doing on this warm and sunny afternoon? Yeah, well so do I.

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