One year ago today: August 24, 2024, my last 386.
Five years ago today: August 24, 2020,car radio listenership.
Nine years ago today: August 24, 2016, yes, I’ve read Darwin.
Random years ago today: August 24, 2013, lumber by motorcycle.
Here’s a Rubik’s cube for $17, in case you don’t have enough useless stuff. It said squish, so I tried it. Kind of a stiff foam rubber. It’s rain all day, which is rarely constant in Florida so I’ll use one of the gaps for shopping. The birds take the same opportunity to hit the feeders, actually you can tell it is a short let up when the birds share the feeders. What a gloomy day, as I am deep-reading the chapters on North America in the book “1421”. I figure the Chinese must have been all up and down the Pacific coasts. But the Chinese economy was based on the tribute system and the inhabitants of the Americas were too primitive to bother with.
I do have a theory. The Chinese found nothing because they introduced a plague that killed every meso-American before any use could be found for them. The Chinese them packed up and left.
Let’s look at last night. Kind of late, I drove to the old club to find two things. Wilford on duty and a Karaoke featuring country music. Fancy that. It was a lady from Winter Haven and talk about rookie. The show was 8 to 11, so I tip-toed up to her and said if the crowd is happy, ask the management for another hour. She did, and focusing on country music (some guy in the audience kept doing Johnny Cash), the show went on to 1:00AM, fancy that again.
Knowing the owners were present, I put in my show. Lot’s of audience participation, a little dance exhibition with some housewife, and a duet with another. The DJ went a little Broadway but I brought it back to country with Johnny Cash. All this in full view the folks who would never give me credit for it but the change back has my name written all over it and they know it. The change when I get on the mic is actually a bit startling. Then again, I have a half-century of experience working the room. And it was housewife city this evening.
A blustery day, so that meant hotcakes and coffee and back in the sack. Intermittent thunder right above my house means no sleeping in. I heard since climate change has worn out its novelty, there are new terms invented, or is rain now blamed on chemtrails. Don’t misread me, I know there is experimentation going on and most vapors introduced into the stratosphere are not good, but I’m not willing to be taxed because somebody thinks it’s worse than I do.
Here’s a product I’d not seen before. It’s honey with chili peppers. That’s precisely what it tastes like, I’ll rate it as rather unusual, use sparingly. It has just those two ingredients. Other than that with crackers or something, I can’t think of a use for it.
I’m still toying with the idea of a radio antenna and that may revive now that so many foreign stations went dead without USAID money. Bushnell radio (the adultery station) is not long blotted out, and yes, every second caller or talk show is about that subject. The point is,reception is returning. That’s how I learned the lame-brains at Crackerbarrel are trying to blame their train wreck on Trump. They say his economic policy forced them into it and point out the logo was the same “when Biden left office”. If that’s their double-down, I may soon lose one of my favorite places to park free overnight. I mean, I never eat there. Too expensive.
Greater Idaho.
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Our old national hero, Nigel Farage, has emerged hands-down the favority for Britain’s next Prime Minister. And he’s a champion of deportation. He’s in unless we get some American style funny vote counting. It’s late afternoon and still soggy out there. The time was used to examine the z box with a lid, shown here. The lid is the same thickness as the rest of the box, limiting the interior space. The logic here is a small tool box.
The video clip shows an immediate problem. The standard z-box is too small for a lot of tools. The lid slice thought the thumb-hole is something to ponder. It prevents the box from being picked up when the lid is not fastened in place. Anybody who has spilled a box in the dirt knows that is not so much fun. I think I’ll set this box aside where I can see it and just think about it for a while. If the lid looks much better than my earlier models, it was marked at cut with the new gauge I bought in Tennessee last trip.
Familiarity with box construction lets me plan things in my head so I have fewer drawings for you. By now, you probably could, which is why you like this blog so much, right? I mean, we know this box is the biggest I can build out of commonly available scrap cheap lumber. The pallet wood is not a reliable supply. Plus I’ll eventually get that planer working. I’ve seen to many pieces of bad lumber to trust putting most of it through a planer. Bigger boxes means bigger wood.
Ah, some say, what about that biscuit joiner? I made up eight pieces of joined lumber back in 2021 and left them outside. Some warp, some pull apart, but around half survived reasonably well. I built larger boxes that hear for my chain saw and such. While I was not impressed by the all-weather adhesive on my 2x3” bench (which came apart after two rainstorms), I have learned to trust higher-priced glues with the z-box project.
My health reports are not that big a draw, but I am recording the aging process in general. Today was a good day. I realized by late evening I had gone the entire day, around 18 hours, without a single symptom. I’ve made other changes, such as limiting myself to four cups of coffee per day and am feeling lighter on my feet. I attribute that to moving around more, actually a lot more. Will I did that bicycle out from the tarp? I’m fond of bicycles since 2005.
Years ago I read how a squad of Marines at Guadalcanal(?) fired over 100 mortar shells in one minute during a banzai attack. Marines meant it was the 60mm, which I now want a closer look at. There are dozens of photos showing the tube almost vertical, meaning the crew was dropping shells vertically on nearby targets. When I was ten, I was at a fairgrounds where some soldiers from a nearby army base fired “star shells” at night. They were flares on little parachutes. Other than that, I’ve never seen a mortar. Time to take a peek.
I found several youTube documentaries, none which addressed my questions. A surprising number show the mortar set up in urban areas. Several videos confimed the 100 shells per minute, but did not specify if it was one mortar or one squad, which I think was 4 tubes back then.
ADDENDUM
It says here a film festival in New York was canceled because HAMAS refused to give “permission” for them to show video of terrorism. HAMAS recorded themselves kidnapping and raping Jews. They don’t want the world to see that part. It says here Florida spends $24 million on each death penalty. It should cost $1. China and India are both eyeing the Yangbo for a major dam. But the one on the Chinese side of that border becomes a strategic asset. Watch for firewords. Why is the silver market stalled?
