One year ago today: October 1, 2024, exceedingly well-researched.
Five years ago today: October 1, 2020, $66 tp $109.
Nine years ago today: October 1, 2016, expert side-car rider.
Random years ago today: October 1, 2006, 99% drive me crazy.
No word from JZ on riding the train and a new month means I have a decent travel budget again. As usual, I will probably make a decision before other people wake up in the morning. And I have an unusual event to report, see addendum. This blog’s original premise was to record anything out of the ordinary, that is, a pro-active stance against boredom and the boring. Here’s the progress on what became of y’day’s pallet. Five boxes, The cross pieces lying on the boxes are the ends that get drilled for the handles. I know that eventually I’m going to sell something. I hope you ended your September as enjoyably as this. I threw in some extra pictures today to keep things lively.
I’m heading downtown to stock up on coffee, just not that $52 organic stuff. Just some fresh roast if I can find it. We are not out of the weeds yet, but we have some spending money. That was JZ on the phone, of course he never read the letters in time to make any plans for the pet blessing, which could be any day now. That reminds me, that would be the one-year anniversary we were supposed to have seen the Epstein files. Not the lame lists the left has circulated, the laptop files.
Harumph, cancel that. A.I. has taken over the search engines. Instead of coffee roasters or coffee sellers, you get high-priced coffee shops. And you cannot block coffee shops. There was a place in Fountain Heights I can almost place, but A.I. let me past. The day is fast approaching when the Internet will take a vote on where you want to go today. I may just go to Wal*Mart and say to hell with this, but I do love the way th system has totally screwed the bunch who spend millions on SEO. I feel so sorry for them, I posted this picture of yard rakings too green to burn.
Because I view search engine optimization as the foremost signal that advertising would corrupt the Internet. I read two books (back in 2006) on the topic and every technique was based on tricking the algorithms. Thus, to me, those who used these means are guilty of supporting a system of unfair competition and I hope they all lost money. And I’m still surprised something that works has not come along and replaced Google yet. I once mapped out a set of rules for a site that, if I’d had the money and skills, would have been a contender. It’s where you rate the responses so they fell into categories that people could avoid. Like click bait, bogus offers, spam, and misdirection. Today, misdirection would have topped the list around here.
What’s this, ICE has bought software that tracks cell phones daily. They promised not to do that. The danger is not the illegals, but how that software will be used on regular folk. We tried to warn you. In an event reinforcing my contention that traffic tickets should only be issued against the vehicle owner, police report being unable to ticket a driverless Waymo. UK residents can no longer get Imgur. Amazon is facing a class action for violating a law that says they must inform customers if they are only buy a license, not ownership, and this applies to audiobooks. While you pay full price, access can be cut any time Amazon feels like it.
A.I. is directing too many searches to BitChute, which I quit watching for the simple reason, intrusive advertising. I checked a few posts and confirmed there is now an ad at the beginning of every article. Screw them. Amazing, but American, that you give some people a tool and the only way they can make money with it is by bothering people. And what disgusting ads. Breast pills, diet pills, penis pills, wrinkle pills, and memory pills.
A glance at the music ads for Lakeland-Auburndale shows the same troop of people still looking for bands as five years ago. Of the 19 seekers, 6 are bass players, a telling stat that most are failed guitarists who can join, but never create bands. Still no word from Steve, but then he got $200 for a private show and that can influence beginners to make some wrong decisions. Remember that band I auditioned for with the sour-ass old drummer who did not like me. Because I kept following the guitar player instead. I see a suspicious ad for a band seeking a guitarist, the “Bigtime Jukebox” band. Most established groups have their pick of wankers.
I took another and longer look at their song-list, not that many bands play “You Can Keep Your Hat On”. Why this stands out is that guitarist had a song list used during the audition and kept skipping over tunes because he “had no rhythm player”. I’m sure I told you about this, I began playing the bassline and told him just join in. A confused look came over his face when he realized we did not need a rhythm player, he could hang all his licks off my bass lines. But it would make his routine dependent on me being there and guitar players don’t like to share. Yep, confused.
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The new chair is too comfy. I got back in time to fall asleep at noon until past four. Just sit, turn a fan on low, and off you go. Another disappointment, as I drove the extra five miles to find that coffee shop. It’s still there, but sells only flavored coffee. I’m not into coffee-strawberry-caramel, but I did meet a spry gal whose boyfriend plays classical guitar. I know from experience when teamed with my bass playing, the effect is intense, some say compelling. But it is recording material, not really for bands and fun. Still, never walk past a music opportunity in Florida.
This desoldering clip is all I have for you, but it was taken today. Blame the office chair.
Trump, finally taking my advice, has declared the role of the US military is to protect the USA, not police the world. That does not redress the decades of Democrat interference in foreign countries, but it would force a little of the responsibility onto other places. Apparently the government has been shut down since midnight, I’ll let you know when I first notice anything. I’m on disk 7 of 8 with “Holy Ghost” and it’s good in a bad way. I’m still guessing who the shooter could possibly be—but that is because unlike a good mystery, the material does not provide enough info to even speculate. Hey, that’s a big part of the appeal.
So what I figure is there must be some new or unknown character that the author has not introduced yet. And that is not how murder mystery is supposed to happen. By the final chapters, a good plot would have enough clues for the astute reader. We know the killer is a local, so my guess is somebody is being blackmailed or set up. Follow the money. But at this point it might as well be some random crazy and that is plain poor authorship.
ADDENDUM
A dream, which are now rare for me. I’ve long forgotten the name, but in it was a lady I hated so much when I was ten that I hated her in the dream. It was a youthful hate, I sure she went on to ruin many lives besides here own. The true circumstance was that she hated me first. Here’s my version, should by some chance there be anyone reading who likes ancient gossip. You see, I not only played in a band at the age of 12, it was also very well known that I only liked the prettiest of girls. I did not dislike the rest, it’s that they were not on my playlist.
And that is hard wiring, so don’t mess with Nature. The thing is, this stocky plain-looking broad had big floppy tits by the age of 14. She also by then had discovered that many blurry-eyed drunks worshipped big boobs. And I was none of those things. Worse, I committed the unforgivable sin of never hitting on her.
Why I hated her was her behavior. She would spread rumors and tell tough guys I had grabbed her. I had to watch my music gear if she was in the room. She befriended my kid sister to steal things from my room. If she walked past your bar table, pick up your beer because she would knock it over. And of course, you could do nothing or she’d scream. Her attitude was that I thought I was too good for her where I was only indifferent.
I abhor all females like that, she was just the first. But for the record, yes, I was too good for her, by quite a margin. Ha, I last saw her at 22, fat and just as ugly. Punishment enough.
For the record, when I was looking for a coffee outlet, I stopped at Fountainhead. As I parked and walked to the door, I got the look from two ladies at one of the patio tables. From the prettier one, a damn good look. I had to glance to see if my fly was open. She was okay, around 45-ish, aging well, but you know women. No invitation to join them, but if you speak first they’ll react like they own you. Sorry, lady, you are 25 years too late on several counts. The old routines don’t work.
