August 11, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: August 11, 2024, curious onlookers.
Five years ago today: August 11, 2020, Mona Carona.
Nine years ago today: August 11, 2016, 94% women.
Random years ago today: August 11, 2010, that, and bell-bottoms.

           Up early enough to test a couple circuits, I’ve determined that the LED problem is not enough power for the larger (5mm for me) lights. Then on to discover my bass practice amp, the old thrice-repaired Tailgater isn’t working. Later, it took me half and hour, but I got it working. It has Bluetooth capability, which I used only for computer links. This one can power on and search for a sync that isn’t there. In the process, it cuts off all other functions but they appear to be working. We just know who designed that.

           This paragraph written much later today and expect all of today to be out of sequence. I just had one of the roughest afternoons of my life and here is my record. Early last month I wrote how the injections (steroids) aggravated old injuries, including 30 and 40 year old sprains and fractures. Highly noticed because of the time distance. But mostly they went away. The following is out of step here, but leaving the porch this morning I was stung three times. Just the usual sharp pain, I mentioned it to the clinic.
           After I got home, the pain escalated to 6 or 7 out of ten. While I cannot blame the injections, this deep pain was exactly the spots that had been dormant until the day I got the shots last month. The only person I know with med training is Wilford. He advises leaving it overnight but says the stinging sensation could be a reaction to wasp venom, which is a coagulant or is it an anti-coagulant. I’m not paralyzed but I’m nearly out of action, All I have for you today is random, but recent, photos.

           Physio, that is this whole morning. How half-way, the routines have moved away from lower back only to a more general workout. Great results with unexpected outcomes. For example, it is wasp season and a single bite can make my joints ache, which the clinic assures me is normal and a sign of encroaching arthritis. Okay. The workouts can approach cardio levels, including the bike with no wheels. Spot exercise, like climbing the ship’s ladders results in mild cramps, which they say is also routine. Most improvement is from the visits, the same motions at home to not produce the same results. There, by noon, I’m back home.

           Ha, a group of top Democrats have sued Trump for his executive order that blocks non-citizens from voting. They just spelled out that they cheat. Talk about shooting themselves in the foot. I’m further put off today by listening to “No One Cares”, the audiobook of the self-absorbed woman. She meets a guy and all that’s on her mind is if her girlfriend’s could detect her pulse and should she flirt five years after her husband died. We get the picture she is painting but it is a cartoon. It is shocking this book is intended for adult female audiences. Here’s a 3D cutout of a carrier on display at the floating museum last Saturday. Laser carving has a long, long way to go.

           Trump is inching toward sending in the National Guard to New York, Detroit, and Chicago. This will prove so successful at clinching the criminals and agitators that it will create public acceptance of this usage. It also demonstrates the leftists and queers have lost their grip on the armed forces, which they were likely relying on to follow orders per martial law. So much for this not being a political blog, but fact is there is no getting around most of it any more. I’m still reading “1421” and finding the most interesting parts to be artifacts left in North America.
           FirstPost is trying to blame all the endemic racial atrocities in South Africa on “unemployment”. I think unemployment is what happens when you burn down all the farms and businesses. Remember, in Africa, eggs make you bald. If you look around you see the proof. They don’t die of malnutrition and live past 30 and go bald.

Picture of the day.
Sugarland Prison, 2011.
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           I’m stuck. I’m not blaming the clinic but they missed this one. I am out of commission. I have never been allergic to insect bites. I’m just taking the whole afternoon off. Two Chinese warships have collided. No photos to be seen, but here is a picture of a meeting of the Chinese Communist Party. Did you know all of China is mandated to set clocks to Beijing time despite a five-hour time difference east to west? Seems somehow typical. There is a ton of disturbing facts concerning the way China has been manipulating statistics.

           When I look at Chinese history, it is a never-ending sway between opposing dictators bent on unification under their rules. Their business infrastructure is mostly state-owned and this has never worked right. The result is top-heavy industries more concerned with quotas than efficiency. And few things change a worker’s rights advocate into a union-busting scab faster than a promotion to foreman.

           Insert six empty hours here. That’s the down time from the combination of wasps and therapy. I did ask them if there was any possible connection which they just shrugged off. For clarity, I know there is no direct link, what I’m saying is the wasp bites to which I am not allergic caused joint pain in the same areas affected by the steroid shots, that is, old and even childhood injuries. Now they are back and the therapy exercises are giving deep aches in exactly the same spots—which is not coincidence by a long shot. What do I want? A week or two interruption in the routine even though they don’t believe me. What’s more, I know taking breaks has not worked for me in the past, but this pain is kind of real.

           This is your best view of all four new nests, all in my sheltered doorway. These were built practically in a day and took me by surprise. I’d had one bite earlier but thas was in the back room where the windows are often left open. These four have been sprayed but keep your distance, they like to come back. You may even see a few.

ADDENDUM
           More on dating. For years I advocated that you study yourself and your goals. I would advise you to buy women’s magazines on where to meet men, then go there. I no longer dispense such gems for the simple reason that the wrong kind of women need coaching on where to meet men. Put on a dress, go sit alone somewhere and they can meet all the men they want. I do the opposite, I go there to get met. But once again, these are not an accurate accounting. Here’s why.
           You get tons of people who say they are “tired of the bar scene” and I still shrug that off saying that is because there were never any good at it. But why? I see it as a change at around age 28 or 30. These people don’t know the rules have changed and they are still playing the teenage game where everything favors the pretty women. It’s hilarious to watch older people who still go that route. But by then, dating has become a two-way street and the women have become the birds of prey. And it seems they have just as much frustration over what does not work anymore.

           The women become the seekers. It involves changes that they don’t always like. By age 30, women may not have learned their lessons, but they will have experience at making mistakes. So many men still cling to teenage tactics. That is, they remain opportunistic, but the women? The women become downright predatory. They adopt moves that, if they were men, would make them stalkers. When they were young and pretty, they only thought they were competing with other women. Years later, they remain competing with them, but fluttering eyelashes and knee-high boots don’t elicit the same responses.
           I’ll summarize by stressing the need to adapt, to keep yourself in tune with what makes you worth a second look. After age 60, it is unlikely you would be satisfied with anything you get from playacting. If there is one thing that sets me apart from the pack it is that my behavior around nubile females does not change. While I don’t know that just being yourself would work for most me, it does for me. If you think men notice this, I tell you women glom right on to it., oh yes, they spot I am approachable—in the right context, guys. And I should point out that does not mean my style doesn’t change. I watch women a lot and learn.
           I won’t leave you empty-handed. I’ll share my top guiding principle with all readers. This works best with women who can already get anything they want. I’ve said it before: NEVER mention sex, do not even joke about it. I always let women think it was their idea. Now run along, grasshopper.

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