Wednesday, December 10, 2025

December 10, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 10, 2024, similar nap schedules.
Five years ago today: December 10, 2020, rear tire splay.
Nine years ago today: December 10, 2016, pie for breakfast.
Random years ago today: December 10,2009, cyberSLAPP,

           Today’s award for most numerous useless web sites already goes to Harbor Freight by 7:00AM. I want to price saw, instead I get pages of coupons, store locators, business hours, Yelp reviews, and maps, none of which have links to the store in Auburndale. Ah, here it is, top of the second page, 11th on the search list. No doubt whoever managed that will blame his grandparents because he’s getting paid what he is worth.
           Still weak but spry from my overnight in the east wing, I see I’ve missed four calls from the phone that is sitting right in front of me. I again dropped every menu and found the “do not disturb” feature set on. There was no message on the screen stating this, how I would live to take a tire iron to the millennial that came up with that one. It was no accident, to find that setting involve a passcode and five keypresses, so I’m not buying his excuse it is some Boomer’s fault. If you want silence, you should just turn the damn thing off.

           Going over the Nashville material again, I just know there is going to be a last minute upset. You see, the Reb is too diplomatic but also knows fewer things go wrong if I’m around. I also know the trick to getting ahead when you deal with others is to learn to think like they do without becoming one of them. Who is “they”, well go figure, your only hint is they hate it when you do this. I went around the house to cobble what cash was at hand. Look at this hundred dollar bill, that so is ancient even Wal*mart won’t take it. It’s a 2002 series, barely distinguishable from the 1996 but not a collector’s item.
           I found a total of $1,659 here including my rolled coins. I’ll deposit that when I drive to the dog pound. Found myself feeling super thirsty, probably some dehydration. I was inside all day, which is not me. India has advised I use this Celtic salt that’s supposed to have more balanced trace elements. I can’t find it on-line. Food for me is on the bland side without salt so I’ll try anything. India has a “caregiver” personality, but it can be comical around me because I just do not require that much caregiving.

Picture of the day.
Riverboat cruise, Peru.
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           Silver approaches $62 but at too slow a climb to be a real run. It’s that growing gap between the spot price of $58 paper to the ads for the real metal. Not a peep in the news. Food still has plastic taste for me from the IV, so I make up a big pot of grits and that’s what I will live on today. Arduino research is not that arbitrary for me, so those of you who guessed there is an idea behind it, you right. Would you pay to rent a speaker? I dove over to Bartow of AA batteries and stopped to check some details with Wilford. Rent a speaker you say?
           Here’s the idea, you can decide if it has any merit. The important thing here is that I NEVER intend to do this, but if I did, I’d get a license. I understand that playing music in public d defines public as any gathering of unrelated people. Does that apply if I play a song on my phoned that is loud enough for others to hear? Legally, yes, but there are not enough police in America to begin to enforce that law. People would argue their Apple account was paid up and they happen to like loud music.
           Looking at my old Tailgater amp, it has Bluetooth. It would not be a big leap to add WiFi. Arduino has a shield (baby board) for that. So I’m looking, only looking, at what it would take to have somebody play a tune off their phone on a speaker that just happened to be conveniently nearby.

           I only stayed twenty minutes as a situation that’s tricky to deal with arose as I walked in. Let me say, I’m aware I look the grandfatherly type and some women like that. And this beefy old lady started doing her number on me. Wilford and I also looked at maps and suddenly she knows people there, that kind of nonsense. Fat, out of shape, pushy, I know the chances of women like that finding somebody are low. In my case, the odds are negative. She would not quit, so I finished up and left. That Jabba the Hutt shape does not do it for me.
           Back home I ran though the paperwork and I found enough for a small contingency. Just you watch, something will come along that uncannily will require all of to the penny. I have most of a book written about how the world knows when to do this and by how much. By lights-out, I see that silver has passed $62. It’s a slow gain, but it is a record high and there will be an unknown point at which it explodes.
           Here’s a quick test of your tax knowledge. Suppose you are in a 20% tax bracket and you make $100,000 selling gold. The tax is payable next Tuesday. Before then, you invest the full amount BitCoin and lose it all. Your net gain is zero—what happens with the tax that was owed? Do you still owe it? You gambled with money that was not yours. What if you had gained?
           Hint, the rules are different for the rich and the poor.

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