One year ago today: October 13, 2024, a generic day.
Five years ago today: October 13, 2020, now $4 each.
Nine years ago today: October 13, 2016, opportunity and intent.
Random years ago today: October 13, 2006, remember the Argus?
First in my eBay history, an order got missed. I knew nothing until I got the nasty e-mail this morning. I went to the silo and found that vacuum tube had never been pulled from inventory. I ran though my records and there were no orders on September 18. I packaged and shipped the order instantly, now I’m back here looking at my records. This was order 7028, but my numbering ends at 7025. Let me grab a coffee and think this one through. See addendum. Just now I’m making grits with chicken gravy, and that’s with real chopped chicken, Chumley.
I tend to forget how these small cities like to close on Mondays, so I stopped to see my real estate lady, who had a client, so I came home for a half hour to practice bass, which was a good choice. Because I found an even better tab, also written by a guitarist. Croce’s “Operator” is a mixture of majors and minors that can be really flashed up to look fancy on bass. And I’m just the guy for that job. If you think guitarists don’t like thirds, try jumbling them together all in one song. I just add a few passing notes that makes it look like I can take my hand right off the neck and keep playing. Spiffy.
Howie’s got this new monster weed-eater that takes down everything. Peels vines right off the fences, right through kudzoo like butter. I got tired watching him work, cleared my entire perimeter in ten minutes. He totally enjoys yard work. No chance to chat, except he says everything is okay.
I got back to the real estate office. Recall how she got flooded out by the last storm surge, but reports she moved back in last week. It’s in that beach area north of Clearwater, which is north of Tampa. She loves the peace and quiet; it took me a while to get used to it. Now would be a good time to mention she loves her new storage box and on that desk, she’ll get me a sale or two, just you watch. Wait till she sees her mini-tool box.
That’s the small box you’ve already seen, including the albino box. It has the Golden Ratio dimensions and I have a plan for another design that is 15% smaller and made out of planed lumber. You remember the little caddy that I built? Not quite that small, rather more like a sewing kit, intended as a desk accessory. It’s a stark contract to the plastic that’s out there.
Clearing out an old box, I found a sheet of paper written on both sides, date February 1 and 2 if 1982. I see this page is already posted, but I believe it may be the oldest surviving document of my original work. I know where I can get a picture frame, or even a box.
Eastern Kansas, I think.
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We have fan mail from Pennslylvania, the Prez is settled in. Reports it is down to 30°F at night already. He took the family apple-picking, something I have not done in 55 years. But the Prez can grill anything and what’s for apples, maybe cinnamon and sugar, right? I don’t know, I’ve only ever baked them. I replied for more information. Later, yep, he confirms, cinnamon and brown sugar. I need my oven back, that’s what I miss most, I will confirm later my helper can be here this week. One that floor section is level, well, let’s just say it always was a two-man job.
This is a picture of my repaired level. Everybody knows you can’t really glue plastic back together, so this is not glued. But I can’t get close enough to show you that it is stapled. I need this four-footer because of that kitchen floor, which could happen as soon as this Friday. Think of less as a dull picture of somebody’s broken level and more as a demonstration of staple mastery. Acrually, if you look just below the center bubble to the right, you can see a black patch where the heated staple was pressed into the plastic. Oops, I just gave away a trade secret.
It’s not in the foreground, but the net is slowly drawing tighter around the troop that is now definitely implicated over interference in both the 2016 and 2020 election campaigns, and the attempts to disqualify Trump from even running in 2024. It’s widely posted that Trump has the facts to arrest them, but is holding back knowing they have to make brash moves before the 2026 mid-terms. If they do nothing, it could mean a landslide for Trump, but they have a problem. They cannot innovate. In each case of interference, they used a repeat of what worked last time. That makes them predictable and vulnerable, and Trump rarely makes the same mistake twice.
Trivia. In 1959, the AAMR set the IQ level of retardation at 85. In 1973 they lowered it to 75. Because otherwise 52% of Blacks would be rated as retarded. Moving along, here is a picture of the least used wall of my house. It is the new wall that sections off the old bedroom. The wall was torn down so the fat lady who lived here could live all in that one big room. Before she fell through the floorboards. This wall is unused because you can’t get at it. See the stuff piled on the sofa? That keeps you so far back you can only read the map.
I’ve little for you today, but there was a post calling for a horror story in three words. Here are my favorites:
Taxation with RepresentationADDENDUM
President Barack Obama
Safe and effective
Digital Identification System
Follow the science
Mostly peaceful protest
Adam, eat this
Build Back Better
Every. Single. Time.
Black lives matter
Diversity. Equality. Inclusion.
The condom broke
Affordable Care Act
Where is that [vacuum tube] order? First, we eliminate the improbable. E-mails are not kept, but there is a log of all received and the total for that day is on the wall calendar. Four that day and all are accounted for. I would also have noticed the address because it is near to Marion’s place in Colorado. Also, the inventory system shows that box was last handled back in May. So, let’s return to that order number sequence. I think I have it.
The eBay account is shared with the owner, who had that back shed which looked like a pirate’s cave. Telescopes, stereos, samurai swords, leather luggage. The sales are set up to notify by e-mail, so we each pick out own orders. Then, as a courtesy to cut down clutter, we remove the completed orders. Another clue is the shipping label had never been printed. Conclusion: the other guy deleted one file too many as he purged the orders.
The question was asked how the ballot envelopes could be used to cheat. Easy, the only monitored part of the vote counting is when the envelopes are opened. Nobody watches where the envelopes come from, they are just delivered to the loading bay. The people unpacking the boxes can tell which votes are for Biden. Those get thrown in another box and delivered to a location where Biden in behind. Or, as has been exposed, the Trump ballots are thrown in the trash. In the alternative, the ballot markings can be seen by shining a phone flashlight through the back.
All this system takes years to set up and stock with trained people. Somebody has to pull up in a truck at 3:00AM and unload the distinctive ballot boxes from out of state. I believe one of the drivers didn’t get paid and he’s talking, but big media is squelching the story. There must be thousands of people involved, which might explain why Trump is so slow to start arrests. It is best to grab them only when certain of a conviction.
The absurdity is the way the Democrats accuse Trump of such trickery but cannot explain how he could have set it all up and make it work in such a short time. Anyway, do you need any vacuum tubes? I have lots.
