One year ago today: December 1, 2023, Brookesville, FL
Five years ago today: December 1, 2019, remember digital AM?
Nine years ago today: December 1, 2015, on peppermint candy.
Random years ago today: December 1, 2003, probably trivia.
There you go, we knew in this blog a year ago it was not real A.I. and now the shortcomings are becoming known. I won't delve into it but what few things it can do have been unspectacular. It is not neural code, but averages gleaned from huge stores of data, most of which people thought was private and unrecorded. It then takes patterns revealed by these records and determines the most repeated to be fact and truth. There is no originality or creativity involved. It has altered the Internet landscape permanently, however, because it is quite capable of producing at least the grade of dreadfully shallow rubbish that most of today's users seem to inhale.
The winter in Chicago reveals EVs won't charge or start in the freeze. Hey, at least the cars arn't being stolen. Trump's new press secretary is a maestro at shoving libtard BC right back in their faces. I like this lady already, she even put the gears to Gowdy. Vietnam is about to beat the USA to high-speed rail. It will connect Saigon and Hanoi. That's around 700 miles as the B-52 flies, and here in the USA we can't manage the 80 miles between Orlando and Tampa. In another gap, NASA has basically admitted it can't go to Mars. The best chances would be under Trump, who agrees with me that NASA has purposely delayed the program. We should have had humans on Mars by 1985 and permanent settlements by 2000. All the money was wasted by NASA on shuttles and space stations that produced nothing and discovered nothing.
By mid-morning it's evident she's not getting warm today, so I optend for a nap. I read to sleep and have no reaced a chapter of Delta Force that shows how out of touch they are. True, this program was in the last century, but terrorists were long up and operating by then. Yet the chapter I'm on steps through an exercise in James Bond era spy tactics. Dead drops, secret passwords, and clandestine meet-ups. As if any of that applies to stopping terrorism. The director of the FBI has been advised to stay near to DC in the upcoming weeks, as his presence "will be commanded". The CDC, plainly still thinking this is 2019, has issued a schedule of 70 vaccines it would like to mandate from birth to age 18. Despite promises to follow the law, Biden has pardoned his son.
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The pooch and I did a quick walk before dark, which is like 4:30PM these days, and back to the nice warm kitchen. I opted for cornbreat pie, shown here. Careful, that's a campfire recipe in a metal pot, don't scald yourself. Chloe, the eldest cat, is on a sensitive diet but she plainly remembers this recipe from long ago. I don't care hand her even a sample. This is not diet food. What you see here contains milk, butter, eggs, sausage, and look, there's a slice gone already. This will get the company out of their sleeping bags. I'm stoked with coffee. During my morning nap I kept on my long sleeve shirt and awakened to the doggie snuggle up against me.
I thought, aw, isn't that a cozy winter scene, a loyal doggie curled up with his master. Then I remember that last evening I had left a half a doggie treat in the chest pocket.
Let me do a quick inventory of the situation. Let's not forget this blog is a journal for a man with a bad memory for daily events. The big things, okay, but remember my Hunt Brothers Defense on the rest. "People who remember everything they do probably do not do very much." This trip, as is common in the Bidenflation era, has already cost me $1,000. The temperature is well below my pain level, and I'm woefully behind schedule in Florida. I finished reading Delta Force and do not recommend it. The title is misleading of you gather it is about the exploits of the unit. It is all about training exercises in the pre-911 era. It is a military-style team facing a decidedly non-military enemy. It is doubtful even the most amateur terrorist organization would ever engage in the manner the force is trained for. Nor would they ever be nice enough to obey the rules.
The final exercise described in the book is a full mock-up assault on a hijack hostage situation. I got a laugh about the part where the exercise went wrong and it took them three days to finally breach the aircraft. And they almost fainted from the smell. A hundred people in an airtight tube for three days and when they opened the hatches the smell was unbeable from 150 feet away. Ha, I'll bet they learned a lot from that one.
ADDENDUM
Here is a non-hyperlink to a story I strongly identify with.
[https://www.msn.com/en-us/travel/news/i-arrived-at-university-and-was-immediately-hit-by-the-class-divide/ar-AA1v48UR?ocid=winp2fptaskbar&cvid=edad736aec57474ab8bc01118e65196e&ei=20]
Remember the standard notation for this blog is exactly what is between the [ ] marks, and I won't link to msn except by mistake. Anyway, the gal writes a tale that matched mine to a tee. Getting to university to find out you are not only the poorest kid on campus, you are the only poor kid on campus. Everything in your background works against you, even where you are from, your clothes, and your slight accent. Other students plan their summers in Europe while you get a job piling lumber where 85% of your earnings as an unskilled laborer go to rent and food to keep going to the job. By my standards, this gal had it easy. It's clear she did get some help from home, had well-to-do friends who often covered for her, and rarely went hungry.
She also had some form of steady income, however tiny and very pointedly she never mentions certain things about real poverty that I know to be true. There is no mention of the negatives that get in the way when you are forced to associate or attend with the other low-income people on campus. She does not complain about having to wait in line-ups or how often you get only what's left over after everyone else has their pick. But her story is harrowingly close to my own though I was never a pretty blonde gal. She probably has little idea how much difference that made. Outside of my first three years at univeristy, I only ever flunked one course in my life.
To get a perspective of what it was like for me, carefully read how she describes the infrastructure of the other students. How they presume everyone has access to the same resources and support stuff you cannot afford--remember the Braille library fee that almost sunk me. Like the time my floor "voted" we all kick in $3 for television. I objected because I did not watch television and the fact is, I didn't have the $3. She's right that constantly worrying about making the rent tanks your GPA. You quickly learn the welfare cases and foreign students are infinitely better off than you are. I know how this gal feels, and even when you graduate, if you don't have connections you will still start at the bottom. The link is a good read if you are curious about my views on much of the system. And why I'm not joking when I say I would have been better off if I'd run off with the circus.
