One year ago today: December 3, 2024, certainly I’m experienced.
Five years ago today: December 3, 2020, the pattern emerges.
Nine years ago today: December 3, 2016, I learn windows?
Random years ago today: December 3, 2006, doing important things.
This is the new battery charger, testing this claim it can restore batteries. The device is fairly weightless, which supports the documentation that it is entirely microprocessor controlled. Oddly, the design show up with a major flaw. The clips on the battery cables won’t span a lug that is on the post. In other words, you can’t clip it onto the battery when it is installed in the vehicle. The documentation does not define what a repairable battery is, but I’ll take that to mean one that has dropped below the 10.7V recovery level.
But, I do not know. I would have researched this first had not my batteries pushed me into trial & error. The charger, shown here, has been in this repair mode for several hours. The manual says if the process is successful, the regular charging feature will take over. When fully charged, the microprocessor switches automatically to a 2A maintenance trickle. This could probably all be done using analog components, but at what cost and weight?
Politics, ha-ha. In the much heralded election in Tennessee where the Reb is, the Democrat party just lost a small fortune. They sunk millions into a sideshow. Always be suspicious when political races are “close” for that is a tip-off somebody is conspiring to win by a manufactured margin. This minor election was made into a big deal by the MSM as the turning point which was to start unraveling the Republican party. I could care less about that, but I wanted to watch them try.
The rest of the day was routine cabin maintenance. Top agenda item is finding out why that plumbing joint repair is not holding. I’ve devised a tiny gadget that uses a larger diameter pipe to clamp onto the pipe. This is not a repair, it is to find out why the repair is failing. It was easy enough to modify this electric conduit with the heat gun to swage out the 0.882” outer diameter to fit the outside dimension of the CPVC. The small screws just grip the 3/4” CPVC, stopping the joint from moving and it is carefully marked to reveal the elusive weak spot.
Four hours later we have a potential answer. It is not the joint that is failing, it is the pipe that is moving. Hmmmm, the knee-jerk solution is to make the pipe longer, but give me time to mull that over. I don’t want to be just transferring the problem down the road like a Miami city engineer. Plastic pipe is easy to work with that way. What’s scary is that it moves so far, 4-1/2”. Even this small task involves lifting the floor, so I’m calling it a day.
Fishing pier, Galveston.
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Something is wrong, I have a twitch in my left arm, wrist, and little finger. Blog rules I record anything that could lead to my last. I’ve had them before, this one is not going away. I may got in if it persists until morning, which would completely disrupt any schedules. Now back to my day. Here’s a photo of the sag in the roof of the lean-to. This is an easy repair since I don’t mind adding a fencepost smack dab in the center. This was put there for a saw which never worked right, so it has become storage.
Now that house up the road. They have had crews in there 24/7 for two days now, here is a view of them working at night. Pretty much every part of the building except the frame has now been replaced. Let’s see how the rest of the country is faring. The pillow guy, Lindall, is running for governor in Somaliland, Minnesota. That’s gonna hurt the leftoids bad. Without their USAID grift, they did not have the hard money to steal even a small election. I believe they chose the Tennessee race because they target elections with narrow margins because they cost less.
This pic won’t mean much to non-robot folks. It is a lightbulb, now broken, that was the backlight for the clock in the Town & Country. It had a beautiful blue halo which I took to be blue LEDs. Nope, they were very finely made ordinary filament bulbs and I manage to break both filaments when salvaging the clock. Both these photos are from the new scope, showing the posts for the electricity and the tiny binding loops where the filament used to be. This made it kind of an expensive clock, but that’s why I tried to save it.
I decided to watch a sci-fi movie on-line and ran across this German movie about this escaped prisoner on a planet who finds a space ship in the desert. The guard sent to capture him decides he wants out as well, so they fire up the ship and get off the planet. It’s a crummy theme, totally plagiarized, but what got me was I could not understand them. They were talking numbers and technical terms and I could not follow, my German is now so bad. I could make out the easy words. For the rest, I turned on the captions and folks, I’ve lost what little I had.
My reactivated ad for an acoustic player is getting hits, but just lookie-loos. The ad is tied to my old e-mail account and I see MicroSoft has removed the “select all” option from the junk folder. Typical XYZ mentality, now you have to delete their SPAM one by one. So much for the business savvy of the greatest generation. Word is that Internet content is now 50% A.I.
ADDENDUM
Let’s have a ‘boo at the best and brightest of the XYZ businessmen of today. According to my junk folder:
• Access to my cloud data is cut off from an account I don’t have.
• My Tractor Supply reward credits remain unclaimed.
• United Health Care wants to understand my needs.
• Exciting news about Starbucks Giveaway awaits me.
• Omaha Steaks says my free offer is ready.
• PhotoStick warns that my memories are at risk.
• Costco says I am going to love what is inside.
