One year ago today: August 19, 2024, potatoes vs rice.
Five years ago today: August 19, 2020, Yeung-Ling or Ying-Ling?
Nine years ago today: August 19, 2016, originally, “chicken feed”.
Random years ago today: August 19, 2022, Perovskite.
Will we find adventure today? Or have to create it ourselves? Let’s start with coffee and any crazy news. Hmmm, the car loan industry is facing record defaults. I bought a car on credit once, like when I was 21 and didn’t know any better. America was treated to a couple of Karens getting arrested including the uppity one who thought being an Attorney General made her immune. Gunfire breaks out at Florida’s “Peace in the Hood” festival. Lots of video of peaceful streets in DC. So far so good and it is only dawn.
I’m watching another segment of “French Connection”. See that photo? It’s a towel rack and you have to go a long way to find another blog that dares to feature one. I’m finally installing it 2 or 3 years late. It is too long for the wall, it was actually a type of handle for a John Deere, but I repurposed it because it is one solid item. I wonder why nobody has invented a social site where enemies can scream at each other in real time. I have one lady ready to kill me, didn’t I tell you about DramaMama? Allow me, she is one of those irresponsible bitches that thinks because she doesn’t have what it takes to find a husband, that society at large should raise illegitimate kids.
It was her contention that we can’t tell who is willing, so everybody should be forced. So I set her up. I suggested she create a petition of all the people who thought the taxpayer should pay, which she thought was a great idea because she knows so many people who would sign it. Then I said when it came tax time, the cost should be divided amongst those who signed. I barely had time to duck. DramaMama.
Here’s hoping the towel rack held your attention, since that is all I got done today. Well, that’s never true, I had to recharge all the batteries, check on the new work table, tidy up the shed, and the mounting bracket for that towel bar was a two-hour operation. It had to be sanded and the way it’s mounted, I had to countersink the 3” screws by drilling four carefully spaced holes with a Forster bit on a hand drill. They are meant for drill presses. Yes, if the bathroom looks crowded, it is—but you should have seen it when I bought the place.
Trump is learning and turning the enemy tactics on themselves—and he’s much slicker at it since he has teens who know what’s trending. He now has ICE raiding and arresting illegal immigrant influencers in the middle of their podcasts. And the Democrats in DC have gone insane because Trump just proved it was not anywhere near as difficult at they said to solve the problem. They also said there was no crime and that was shot down on the Internet.
There’s enough info around about aging that nothing surprises me, however I’ll never get used to crazy memories that persist. I’ve got one for you. Anyplace else I’m fine, but if I peel potatoes near my kitchen sink, I cannot help thinking about how much I hated my sister’s friend at the time. My sister was maybe 10 and the only one I got along with, then along came this, oh what was her name? Some farm brat, but I remember her teaching my sister how to lie and play innocent and get away with things. How to cheat at board games and how to borrow money and never pay it back. My sister was never the same after that. I have no idea what the connection is with potatoes.
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The new work bench glue is a disappointment, but carry on. It is truly handy to have that separate space, as up to now all assembly and small work got done on my desk. That always involves making a space and creating a mess. My thinking is the area is so handy, I may put in some extra shelves for nothing but tools that fit exactly in my standard size boxes. It’s a level of convenience I would not recognize. I stood down around 4:00PM to laser print some tags for boxes in the shed, just the presence of boxes to keep things sorted has proven a time saver. Here’s what the tags look like printed on pieces of tongue depressor.
Lesson learned about contact cement. Better to get two small cans than one big one. The product is not cheap any more, but considering how it must be designed to dry out when the can is opened no matter what, I’ll buy the Wal*Mart brand. Other than a boring Gunsmoke episode, today lapsed without much. I had Wilford set my phone to time out after ten minutes instead of the screen going blank in 30 seconds. I’ll get him to change it back. The screen still goes blank the same, but now the phone goes stone cold dead in a couple hours.
As for Gunsmoke, I think a lot of people are sick and tired of these Jewish sob stories. We get it already, everywhere you go there is some kind of trouble that is never your fault. Speaking of unwanted immigrants, a town council in England actually got the government to close down a hotel. It only takes one defeat to bring down these horridly unpopular woke policies. They depend on shaming people into accepting things they don’t want and that involves convincing them they are alone. Mass protests kind of shake that concept.
Ah, look what I found, a picture turned out of the model of Fort Payne though a glass panel. The fort and another building right next to it for the Indians to bunch up behind, I suppose. The overhang on the upper story of the fort had gunports to stop attackers from sheltering right against the wall. If you can't figure out how that works, have you got the right blog?
There’s a Mark Felton (documentary) on U-977. That’s one of the two u-boats that turned up in Argentina months after the war was over. I don’t recall the details but both were empty, including torpedo rooms and were missing the logbooks. The crew carried no identification and nobody talked about where they had been since May. U-530, the other boat, was missing the deck gun and completely covered in rust. Sadly, these new videos could add nothing new. I’m still watching “The French Connection” in pieces. It’s a pretty timeless piece.
ADDENDUM
Shoe news? Yep, the blog that dares. I have an old pair of leather shoes I use for work and they keep getting repaired because they are comfortable. And they are beyond repair. Ah, but you have guessed there is a reason old shoes get attention. It is because years ago I used a leather sewing machine and it made really nice work. But it was a two-ton beast of a tool. So I wonder if there is a smaller machine on the market. This is a first search for me, so will I once again as a question the entire Internet cannot answer?
The bass line. If you listen to the link, you’ll see why so many guitarists hate it. I should not single out the Hippie on this count, but he is such a great bad example. The thing is, this bass line is distinctive and was a giant leap forward for its day. Eight to the bar and it competes for the listener’s attention just too damn much of most lead players. And anybody who tells you this is some trivial detail that I over-focus on is not a band musician. It is a very real issue you deal with 99% of the time. A guitar player’s ad that says “no ego” means except his own.
There is nothing great [in this tune] about the easy notes. It is the presentation the other guy doesn’t like. It’s kind of inverted to the usual climbing bass lines associated with most blues. Plus, it has a touch to it that “finger” bassists will never get quite right. It drops the fifth and walks back up, very innovative for the immediate post-jazz era switch to electric bass. The Hippie wanted me to play a standard and simpler progression, something I may refer to as “Stevie bass” after the way Clapton and Stevie Ray Vaughn played most everything.
And to follow up on the lady getting arresting this morning, while I laughed, I have an issue with two factors. One, I believe that people naturally lurch and balk when being forcefully restrained and this is not “resisting arrest” as cops would have it. Two, I do not care for the cop attitude that people should be cheerful about being arrested or else they are “uncooperative”. But just to show I’m totally reasonable about such thingst, what do I think about women who spit on cops? It depends on how ugly they are. See? Reasonable.
I heard this one today, I like it: “Illegal voters are the hill leftists will die on because it's the hill they live on.”
