One year ago today: July 10, 2024, the Valdosta rip-off shop.
Five years ago today: July 10, 2020, sigh, still no vacuum.
Nine years ago today: July 10, 2016, the Brits are weird.
Random years ago today: July 10, 2008, Pudding-Tat.
Yep, we are broke. But, we got most of the situations sorted out, for example, yes, the Reb and I have a joint account. Then, I discovered neither of us had survivorship, which is different that it used to be. If you wade through the paperwork, it is much like setting up a whole new account and then linking them by computer. That, you know, a system I could never really trust. The Reb uses credit cards, I won’t touch the evil things. All’s I’m saying is I think it must be nearly impossible to appreciate the depth of my planning until you see what can go wrong. Silver is inching toward $38.
We we in the banking office nearly an hour, and once the people knew we were legit, we talked a bit about the weird things they’ve seen. Alert, peeps, most the horror stories came about concerning estates. One relative moves fast and cleans out the accounts before the rest know what hit them. The clerk has tales of customers who take out $1,000 in one dollar bills. I’m beginning to wonder how much longer before lawyers refuse to take anything less that fifties.
Today I’ve got some general interest photos. This expensive toy is a strobe flasher. The photo guy has a bunch of gear stowed here and I’ve never seen anything like this. The Reb says the bulbs are handheld, like wands. I took this photo with my $35 Panasonic.
Some years ago I pointed out that Thomas Rousseau, born leader and patriot. His organization is Patriot Front. Every MSM flunky was blasting at him and the lefties call them them paid federal agitators. Well, he’s back, well-funded by the looks of things, and more confident than ever. He’s got people on the ground in Texas doing more than, it seems, all the churches and charities. He so points out the other organizations exist mainly to help their own at that Patriot Front, although he does not say it, would be justified to be doing the same thing. Careful, he does not know how right he is. Can you imagine the outcome if a private organization of this sort favored Whites. The howling would echo off the Rockies.
Seems piracy is up in the Singapore Straits. That is, of course, BS. The place is only 12 miles wide with a well-lit shoreline. It would be almost impossible to sneak up on a ship. I smell another insurance scam. And the stats show while Trump deported 80,000, but let in 670,000 immigrate legally. That’s 85% non-White. Trump is exposing Democrat weaknesses, but is not plowing them under. I still bear a strong-man takeover if Trump does start kicking ass.
My new paperback about the Cambodian refugees and their church rescue is disappointing. The title, “A Simple Seller of Noodles” misled me to believe it was a tale about a peasant to escaped the Pol Pot regime. But real Cambodian peasants I am sure to not speak ten languages including English and French well enough to become personal friends with royalty. Nor have weddings with 200 guests or fly their wives to Saigon to shop and visit. It’s true he was abandoned, but was adopted by an American missionary family, who altered his birth certificate so he could graduate. Sorry, folks, getting lucky like that is not a rags-to-riches fable you can sell me. I’m ten times more self-made, I just don’t look or act like a refugee.
What the? A picture of the fridge door? Yes, it now has handles again. The photo guy may take great pics, but he managed to break both those handles, which stayed broken until, you got it, I arrived. It happens when you pull them sideways instead of back. I used the superglue gel brand made for ceramic. Another chore was to haul everything out of the cupboards and spray Bengal. It is a mist and nasty, and I was down on the floor spraying under the drawers and cabinets. Somebody’s got to do it. This is the second roach invasion and it is those wood-eating roaches. And while I’m crabbing, yes, I know the pots and pans I bought here are a mismatched set. But I can tell when I open the cabinets which ones get used the most. That’s why I have three sizes of frying pans. Experience.
Eiffel tower, from bottom center.
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Due to the spray, I grabbed a Happy Meal and the toy was this play cell phone. The toys have been progressively dumbed down for years, so I would have chucked this except, when I turned it over, there are two metal disks on the back. No explanation in the package or on-line. They are not magnetic or batteries. They are too expensive a manufacturing step to be simple decoration. The yellow plastic snap on cover has a cutout on the back to scopes these disks. Darn right I’m curious.
A dull afternoon going over the books, let’s just say I’ll feel better back in Florida where my tools and equipment are. You mustn't think this is at all like the veiled panic of living off credit cards. It is more like a deep bite into resources originally put away for other purposes. It is nothing I haven’t done before, but I see others have no experience at all. I know in ten or twenty days I’ll be back on my feet and gaining back by September. This turned the conversation back to Caltier, which I will recap the problems. First most is they have not explained why the account was suspended, and no, it is not enough to activate it again. This is a Class A (startup) investment and I need a clear explanation of what happened, lest it happen again. Next is the issue of them not returning calls or email inquiries. Last, smaller items like why no disbursement since March without explanation—and I have sent them many emails with these direct questions.
There is also the problem of changing the account log-on, which is now entering it’s fourth month. The on-line system never worked, and now their new web page does not even present the options.
The bright side is this brings the Reb and I closer to collaboration. Forgive me if it’s a repeat but i believe the reason we never argued money is since day one 38 years ago, we have always paid our own bills and split the ones we incur together. Neither of us has any idea how much the other spends on themselves, but all the signs are that we are not spendthrifts or irresponsible. We are in the middle of something yet if the real estate market crashes to half its value, we will be in a position to buy in mid-January, or in the alternative, take on a $188,000 mortgage. Now you know too much.
Recent data shows Americans are not worried about climate change and the media is “shocked”. Critics point out the “ten years left” warnings have dulled since 1980 and even Greta has dumped the cause. Ireland is reaching a flash point, the population is far more hardened and united than even three months ago. They want them all out, including the “legals”. Folks, it takes a lot to anger the Anglo-Saxon and it has to start somewhere.
Included in my reading is electronic schematics. If you don’t hear much, it is because there is so little new. However, I do like to find certain circuits normally bought as a functioning unit and see if I could build it from scratch. One such challenge was a Schmidt Trigger. I’ve never used one but it takes a sloppy input signal and makes it a crisp 1 or 0. I was delighted to find a schematic until I saw the 24V power requirement. My goal had been to create a flashing LED without using a 555. But my maximum voltage is 15 and I rarely use that.
I also want to get back to practicing bass daily, which I don’t do hear as all the gear is for guitar and keyboards. It’s just a thought, but I know where there exists a bass line nobody would suspect would fit to “Beer-Flavored Kisses”, though it would have to be heavily modified. But I’m the guy to do it. Give a listen to the old Grass Roots hit “Midnight Confessions”. Because when I’m done, nobody will ever make the connection.