One year ago today: June 26, 2024, an amp (transistor) design.
Five years ago today: June 26, 2020, scooters, peaches, Chinese spyware.
Nine years ago today: June 26, 2016, I was Starbucks serious.
Random years ago today: June 26, 2009, half a billion.
Not a good start, I feel like my left leg is mildly sprained. While slowly fading, this is unlike anything before and of course I say it is from the shots. The first solution is to put on the coffee, when that failed, I was back in the sack until noon. It was a fitful sleep any only some advanced navigation study kept my interest. Do I mention this unique combination to the clinic? Well, you see doc, it happened while I was fixing a shoe in my box shed between my line-dance lesson and calculating the sidereal angle of Regulus. This, folks, is why I keep a month’s supply of coffee in the cabin.
Let’s do a quick check. Silver is $36.90, no vacuum tube orders, yes, the new tires will cost at least $900, and it is past noon with me undecided. Mind you, that is undecided with a big mug of fresh coffee at hand, who could ask for anything more. See that diagram? That was pain centers two days ago. Now it is legs and I have no diagram for that. So how about this downloaded photo of a gal with long shapely legs? Now, that’s my style. You don’t see that at the line-dancing club. Want to know a neat trick?
These days you get that unasked-for A.I. synopsis when you do a search. I would not mind if it was factual info, but it is a summary gleaned from millions of opinions and we know there are millions of idiots out there. If you include the F-word in your search criteria, you will get the same results with the A.I. switched off. They will eventually shove the A.I down our throats, but this trick works for how.
I know the answer, but they would never listen. Always make sure you have something to offer the world commensurate with your age. The last thing I figure most women would like about me is my looks. Hell, I look like a cross between an Amish farmer and Colonel Sanders. But I had four ladies pawing me last night. And another two, including the okay-looking skinny one come over after to check out what I was writing.
There you have it, even if I’m mistaken about their motives or if I’m bragging or whatever, I had six women break the ice with me. Why might I think that? Because there were four men in the room and I’m the only one the women approached. Yes, as a matter of fact, I do base a lot on things like that. It’s my option and besides, I believe that one day, some day, somehow, one of these women will be a keeper that I could never have any other way.
Meanwhile, yep, I do a lot of griping, but only about the quality, not the quantity. Speaking of poor quality, the MicroSoft bastards got me again. It must be some kind of update, but it placed two non-deletable icons in my navigation pane. To be totally annoying, the focus changes to “Home” every damn time you go to use the pane. And these MicroSoft AOLs wonder why nobody with brains ever pays for their stupid software.
The Astolat Dollhouse.
(Around $8.5 million.)
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By early afternoon, it’s day off time. All I accomplished this time was printing up a batch of Made-in-America stickers, two letters, an hour of solid bass work, and a couple more chapters of technical material. Let’s scan the news. Yet another court decision on abortion, an issue with four sides. Those for it and want to force you to pay for it, and those against who don’t want to pay. The fight is intractable because those who want the taxpayer to pick up the tab will call them killers if they don’t. For me, it is a private issue between a women and her doctor—but I don’t want to pay for it either way.
The pegs are actually a zig-zag pattern, if you look closely one has five pegs, the mate has six. There are a variety of considerations but at least the wood is of fairly consistent thickness. I’d like to have one jig to cut both Z-Box and J-Box pieces, if possible. That entails, for example, the spacing of the pegs to allow for the lid cut. Ideally you don’t want to slice through a peg, meaning there are only two fixed positions where it works, so do it right and plan ahead.
CNN tried a hit piece on the B-2 pilots who bombed Fordow and got their media arses kicked. It’s true, dating sites are going to enforce non-White profiles on searchers. We’ll see if any survive. Here we go with the crop circle hoax again. The gang member the Democrats brought back from El Salvador may be headed to a Somalian prison, ha-ha. All hail the beaver who took out cell service over half of northern B.C. Kudos to the 14-year-old schoolboy’s team who waxed the Swiss women’s pro team 7-1.
There is some evidence the Iranian bombing mission was 15 years in the planning. The word is Trump has finally cut off NPR and PBS.
Later, the day is a rare writeoff for me. Other than the trivial stuff mentioned, I’ve not moved. A weak feeling with pains, I finally took a pain killer, which dampened things enough that I fell asleep sitting up until dark. The leg pain is like gout and just enough to make today a full stop. I stayed put, though I did spent some hours on bass technique. You want to hear about that? Okay, but it is kind of, what’s the word, “inscrutable”. But here goes.
Most bass playing is best around a sort of neutral tone. Not too biting, not too boomy, and without a lot of distorting, slapping, popping, or detectible “guitar” nuances. This is where finger-bassists have a shortcoming. With few exceptions, the way they “pluck” the string imparts a faint uneven wobble, similar to how some people say a short “uh” at the end-uh of-uh each-uh word-uh. The only way I know of to eliminate it is by playing with a pick, however, this has to be learned.
Usually it can be left alone but that isn’t professionalism. The negative effect is worst during songs with a shuffle bass, and that is a third of my song list. It has to be “unlearned” by going over each base line and memorizing, as in muscle memory, just how to hold the pick right. Hardest tune I’ve every had to smooth out this way was the Pretenders “Chain Gang”. When you have time, give a listen to that totally classic bassline now that you know the rule.
My theory of what causes the bad sound is that finger bassists never learn how to play “behind” the note, which makes sense. It is unnatural, you want to get ready for the next note, so they release just a split second too soon. From playing piano, I hold the notes and in some cases purposely delay any note changes to emphasize the effect. An example, let me think. Ah, I know, listen to “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”. You only think the bass notes are right on time.
ADDENDUM
How goes my predictions about the old club downtown? We can confirm the changes brought in by the Las Vegas people. The novelty has worn off, all the regulars have moved on, and the weekend crowds are getting sparser. Now we hear that Cathy has taken a day job, something you don’t do if you’ve making the big bucks at a club. I’ve noticed how badly the Karaoke is doing and the DJ thing is a bust, a real money-loser.
What was it I said? To turn this club around, you need to bring back live country bands on weekends for the next six months. No more shigga-booga, no more rap on the house PA. Even that is a gamble, as the population base is just not enough to handle these transistions. Unless I’m reading the signals wrong, this time is different, the atmosphere is gone. I dropped in last Friday and there was not one familiar face, and that includes new faces from the past year that came from out of town.
That’s another consideration. The small towns here are ten miles apart. Why risk a ticket driving ten miles for more of the same? The club has had dry spell episodes before, but this time the crowd has been gone for years. If Cathy bails, the next people will have a daunting task. It was not that long ago the place was up for sale for similar circumstances.
