One year ago today: March 12, 2025, that dang cabin floor.
Five years ago today: March 12, 2021, some Boolean code.
Nine years ago today: March 12, 2017, it’s manure.
Random years ago today: March 12, 2001, one more exam.
Says here most adults today do not have hobbies. That figures, it would tear them away from phone time. Good morning to a heavy sky and bit of fog. It spells rain and the good news is I have (so far) no after-effect from a few hours in the shed last afternoon. Why, I’ll have another coffee and find some trivia. We see some releases of the Epstein files, but so far the only names mentioned (around 30 people) are people who work for the Trump administration. This fools nobody, we know it’s nearing election time and the voter ID thing could holocaust the Democrats.
I hear there is yet another war going on, though once more it has not the slightest impact except for gas prices around here. How about a new (to me) theory on the pyramids? Without a lot of preamble, it states that the pyramids were build from the top down on hills that existed before they started. This would offer good explanations of how they got the angles so straight. It’s the first really new twist on this ancient mystery that I’ve heard in a long time.
Once again, I’m trapped immobilized, but able to get around enough to stay happy. The time is for study. To quantify my recovery, I seem to be gaining at about ½% per week. I also have a problem with the chest wound not healing properly. That’s generous because relapsing is frequent. I also have a problem with the chest wound not healing properly. Boredom is an issue. I’m currently watching documentary on bit-swapping, which I mentioned last day but do not understand on a practical level. I have sticks of RAM I never could “decode”.
Remember “Just Once” Mark? There is a commentator on-line that could be his twin. Mark’s the guy who stressed his father helped him out just once, after that, he was on his own. Hey, Mark, how many times did daddy put you through university? Just once. How many times did he buy you a house? Just once. Yeah, that guy. I almost forgot your trivia. The first locomotive that was to haul borax broke down and was hauled back to the mine by the 20-mule team. And that dandelion is smack in the path of my driveway. Will it bloom or get trampled in the dark? I identify with that plant.
Bleeding tooth mushroom (yuck).
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News from the east says a KC-135 tanker has been shot down over “friendly” territory. This is the “missing” Boeing 737 airliner at one point. Crew of six dead and it is common knowledge these refueling tankerss often overfly disputed airspace. I see another Viet Nam scenario if the Iranian missile program goes underground. One missile a month would be enough to strain the US military. It’s already been a $10 billion dollar war.
What I reviewed instead is more of “Hotel California”, which is heavily studio overdubbed. I chose the best of the three guitar solos and riffs to blend into a generic sound. This was complicated as the result does not match the chords being played, kind of what harmonica players would call cross-harp.
Here’s today’s output, five boxes, but only one is new. The others I told you how they just needed a custom-fitted bottom plate. Three of the boxes are rejects, a direct result of my deteriorated condition. I was out there two hours, mind you, and I reviewed the exercise sheets from therapy. While I’m beyond most of the stretching and squeezing reps, they are a barometer of what is expected. Remind me to take it easy longer each day than I move around.
My grip is slowly returning, for now I have to reach for clamps which slows things down. The air staplers easily exceed the five-pound limit but I make sure I never lift over table height. There was a rain shower that kept the late afternoon just right. Fitting those final bottom slats goes better when I’m happy and comfortable.
Here’s something, when I’m working away in the shed, certain actions trigger distant memories for me. When I drill the thumbholes, I get memory flashes of a girl I knew in the third grade. When I plane slats to fit, I think of that mother-daughter duo that lost their way. When II use the belt sander, I wonder how the hillbilly is doing. Maybe that anesthetic was a lot worse on my brain than I thought. Worse, these flashes are pretty consistent.
A.I. has destroyed youTube as a source of information. One documentary claims 100,000 Flak 88 guns disappeared after the war. German only built 19,650 total. Some appeared in North Korea, but you don’t hear much about performance. It seems without a German crew, the gun is pretty ordinary. Remember Claymore mines? It uses an explosive called C-4 and newer mines have up to 25 pounds inside, which makes these mines sought after. C-4 is like plastic, it can be molded into any shape, so it has become the munition of choice for improvised drones. The mines can be pried open (carefully) and the material scooped out.
ADDENDUM
The KYC for “know your customer” has always been a shifty operation. Today is was revealed they kept the data on the Internet, unencrypted. This is the info used by banks and investment firms to verify your identity. The files, including social security numbers and home addresses has been copied and stolen. That’s over a billion identities from the entire civilized world. Guess what? My information is not on there. Because I never gave it out in the first place—the ONLY way to keep your info private. Boo-hoo, all you ass-clowns with nothing to hide.
