One year ago today: November 22, 2023, no-drone zone.
Five years ago today: November 22, 2019, define significant.
Nine years ago today: November 22, 2015, one crabby post.
Random years ago today: November 22, 2017, I hate Google.
Why am I still here? Thirty years ago I was in Venezueala, spending 32 cents to ride the Metro to market. Since then, the WEF has made sure there are no paradise spots left. At least not for the working class schmoes. I had the radio on during morning coffee and cat-feeding. It's amazing to listen to these XYZers belly-ache. Why? Because they are ones who called down those of us who put in the effort to get ahead while they lived in their little cocoons. Funny, innit, when you call people rednecks, baby-killers, Nazis, racists, and sell-outs, how later in life they laugh at your stupid little sob stories. From what I understand, this is what applies in Canada on a national scale. I got a couple e-mails from Mitch, who is from New Orleans, but retired in Canada back when it was a nice, safe place to live. Here's a photo of the big doggie sleeping with a collar of Xmas lights. He's so chill compared to years ago.
It's straightened out now, but this has cost me a precious week and $450 for that one letter because nobody over at the government office is responsible for anything. I should have had the option to do the job myself, but can you just see a government allowing that? Elon has 100% of my support, get in there and fire them all. Let government contract to the point where they had no real power and what employees remain are tired and sweating by the end of the day. The problem seems to be the office over there is geared to most people waiting until the last minute while I had my application in a year ago. They are so unfamiliar with efficiency, they did not recognize when it happened.
Today I heard one of the worst radio documentaries on WWII ever, so military jackass parroting the Britannica version, and even got that wrong too many times. On about Patton being a hero and savior, but the biggest lie was Operation Fortitude. That's the fake armies of Dover with inflatable tanks and airplanes. It cost a fortune and fooled not one German. The only thing that made Patton a reputation was that other US commanders were even worse. The Americans never came close to matching the Germans in large-scale battles, instead they more like smothered them. Like the touted American victory called Battle of the Bulge. The American tanks were so bad they relied on air attack to shoot up the panzers. Tank battles were rare and when they occured the results were bad news for the Yanks.
Albanian mud coffee.
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Chooks and I had plans to go to Kentucky for a coffee, but it was afternoon by the time I got finished with the letter. It involved hacking the library computer. That copy of the letter I insisted they e-mail came locked with that Micrsoft rsmpg or somwthing, the one that requires you to have a MicroSoft account to unlock it I do not allow Microsoft communication software on my computers, but I know somebody who does. The library, I correctly guessed long ago the computers that use their printer have a "student" account. So I emailed the locked file to an old hotmail address I keep just for this purpose. The unlocked file turned out to be an ordinary pdf and I was done. Only to step out into a bitter cold afternoon just in time for rush hour. If I did not say, part of the delay with this letter is I only use the library computers when their so-called tech isn't around.
The photo shows the meal in progress. I seem to be the one who makes mashed spuds the most, so knowing they are a hit, I made double the usual helping quantity. Smart move. And by 8:00PM everybody was sound asleep. Chooks has some instinct about curling up tightly next to whomever feeds him. So I sat down on the carpet and dropped off myself. It's now 9:00PM and I'm wide awake. So I searched Tennessee for an electronics store. There is one out east of Knoxville. The nearest listing is the Radio Shack rack I found up on Old Hickory, but I've bought out everything they had of any use. The biting cold sent be home instead of stopping for a brew. Tomorrow is warmer says the weatherman so I found two books I want to start, and read a chapter on the AP, or assumed postion in navigation. It still gives me troubles despite having learned it fifty times or more. Understand the theory and still get it backwards if I don't glance at my notes. Such books are rarely strict history, preferring to dwell on themes well-covered in the movies.
The two books are Lewis Grizzard's treastis on sex, "Don't Bend Ove In The Garden Granny", which I've heard and joked about but never got to reading. And story of the formation of Delta Force, the US counter-terrorism unit. I also printed out some spreadsheets, one of which stakes out how the Reb & I could, in a pinch, pay off a small mortgage in six or seven years. Why that time frame? Because that's my max remaining life span, and even if it isn't, based on how my system is shutting down, I would be pretty useless anyway.
ADDENDUM
Damn this Win 11 is a piece of shit. Take the file rename feature. It is now hidden three layers deep under a drop menu named "Other Options". Below such gems as "copy as path" and "give access to". I mean why would some millennial ever want to rename a file called "New Folder"? The order of commands is symptomatic of the brain rot that has happened to computers, and car driving, by the way. They keep adding feature after feature that corrects stupid mistakes past the point where the operator no longer has any incentive to learn things right. I can tell you right away who is in danger of being replaced by a robot.
