One year ago today: June 17, 2024, why women shouldn’t marry me.
Five years ago today: June 17, 2020, then I bought a house.
Nine years ago today: June 17, 2016, ahead of its time.
Random years ago today: June 17, 2004, I first mention navigation.
Iran just blew up the Mossad headquarters. No dancing in the streets, Congress, they have backup copies. In really important news, the mangos in the box under the newspaper lid are actually ripening. According to my semi-reliable non-atomic clock, it is 10:05:44 in Greenwich, so let’s find the GP of Dubhe, a star in the northern hemisphere. In Googlespeak, that is 61.4061° by -252.1281°, placing us north of Mongolia in a clump of trees on the Siberian plan. Nearest inhabitation is Katangskiy Rayon, Russia. See addendum for more.
I’ve finally got the MRI reports back, which I read carefully Once more this is filled with notations that the injures are minor and mild. No attribution to the slip & fall, both stating that injury (visible on both scans) is completely healed and the pain I experience is totally due to “age degeneration”. But since I’ve outlived all males in my family, I have no history to know if I’ve inherited anything. I know I’ve not inherited any money. Hmmm, I was in 8/10 pain at worst so I read the reports twice.
They are the experts and the pictures also show the pain is a much lower location than the injury. They did not issue the standard round of precautions about working or mobility. But I’m taking the day off anyway, except for my own order for six more e-boxes, all for internal use. They make my form of organization so neat, I may actually get my back room back into shape. Did I say, I fixed my big quilt; the one Chooks chewed the end off? I spotted he had chewed only one set of panels along the edge. The quilt was huge, so I sliced off an end. This blanket is particularly weightless and I found it in a Thrift, so I’m keeping it.
Then came the post office surprises. To get it there overnight, which was the standard not so long ago, they wanted $31. I can drive to Miami for that much, but the sticker was I forgot Thursday is a holiday. I was so tempted to notify them Juneteenth means nothing to me, but everybody knows USPS is a hotbed of crazy leftist Democrat overweight women. I wound up paying standard, but the delay means it arrives on Saturday when my clinic closed. So call it money and they’ll need a day to two to get around to it, so call in the end of the month. Yep, Florida would slow down superman. Three weeks to mail a CD to Miami.
Somewhere in Nebraska.
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It’s finally happening in Canada. The banks are refusing to give out cash without proof of why the customer needs it. This form of tracking was always smoldering in the Canadian background and strangely is supported by the huge proportion of the population who live on welfare.
Today we opted for a Festus movie where he gets stick delivering a smooth-talking prisoner who charms the ladies. The guy keeps escaping and returning, then in the end takes after a widow married 15 years. Other than that, a believable plot, but we got to talking about his computer. He has the best of everything but often does not know how to use it. He’s on that street where the homeowners each bought out their neighbors on either side and demolished their houses for peace and quiet. Face it, his ancient table saw I’ve been using for the last year was brand new when I first fired it up.
It requires three pieces of wood. Up to now, I put the two widest and fill in a final strip. It works and is fully functional, but looks like that is how it was built. I determined three equal size strips improves the appearance enough to justify the step. And that has been quite a challenge. Recall the 69/8ths measurement? Not so easy to cut. Nothing else to report today, so here are some closer details.
Each of the narrower slats are not quite enough to hold the box rigidly square like the older piece was able. I’ve known for a while now clamp time is loose money time. Working the clamps to square a box evaporates any potential profit. I’m thinking of a jig, but I can tell you the reason I’m so protective of each jig is that I have real difficulty building them. When the thinner slats are stapled into place, there is more of a tendency to crack. They will also cup easier if not used same hour as they come off the saw.
If any need disassembly or repair, the thinner wood is more prone to splintering on the ends when the staples are removed. Overall, the e-box requires nearly 80% of the same assembly effort as its cousin, the z-box but with a 16% - 17% higher rejection rate. This may be a dumb box, but I love the way it brings my background in cost accounting into play in the most practical scenario I’ve ever gotten for myself.
We got another tube sale that demonstrates the routine, a simple walk to the silo, pick the tube out of its marked inventory tray while the label is printing, and drop the package. Makes it sound so easy, but I will never recover the whole cost of that effort. But it could just as easily have been the gold mine that has eluded me my entire life. I must have tried 200 business plans before I figured out there are no shortcuts left in this country except the lottery ticket.
ADDENDUM
Have you hear the term “chopped men”? I’ll explain. It is a stat based on those dating charts that rate people on the 1-10 scale. It is a referral to how women in the 5-6 range will rate women in the 4 range as beauty queens in a higher range. Their goal is to boost their egos so they reject the 4-5-6 men in their own range. It’s complicated but a fun read for those who like to play with statistics. It goes further saying 8-9-10 men find the 5-6-7 women such convenient sex toys they feel no impetus to commit.
But you know what some smart aleck posted? He said the chart implied there were equal numbers of 8-9-10 women available for the 8-9-10 men, which simply not true. And that is that.
Seeking good women, you chances are probably better in Katangskiy Rayon, which the Russians describe as densely populated. They mean compared to 500 meters out of town. It’s smack in the middle of Siberia. There are 1558 men and 1802 women, of which the teens are 98 boys and 93 girls. Katangskiy bills itself as a dynamic blend of opportunities. Like my family, they have nothing but potential, absolutely nothing but.
I still have half a mind to write a small pamphlet that explains navigation to the thinking man. Every instruction set I’ve ever seen treat you like a total dummy, then usually over to complicated showing off instead of dwelling on explanations.
Caltier. I was able to get into their “new” system by pretending to open a new account and transferring in my old. That brand of nonsense means it was their existed two-bit coding team. Every amateuris mistake in the book, for example having to add some fake 1 cent deposits every month to keep the account from going dormant. Thoughtless simpletons, that is the sort of desperate move caused by systemic ignorance. Over here a 1 cent error is no different than a million-dollar error. Wrong is wrong in accounting.
I’ll give it 48 hours. I’ll wade through their much-bragged new pages to see what else they’ve messed up. The these offerings have a closing date mandated by the SEC and I thing this one ends this year. Their reports are still upside down, like bank statements. One bit of good news is though I can’t find it on the transactions list, they show exactly $500 more in there than I’ve contributed. I do know they have bonuses for accounts above a certain size. But they should still spell it out.
The old Win XP expand command allowed me to open the account and I see that mess of daily disbursements they tried before, so they are tinkering with that still. But no way they add up to exactly $500. It’s 107 pages of junk, that’s what it is.
