One year ago today: April 10, 2025, cancel today, I said.
Five years ago today: April 10, 2021, remember the Dawnster?
Nine years ago today: April 10, 2017, that toy sandblaster.
Random years ago today: April 10, 2016, on finding this cabin.
I stayed up to watch some eerie documentaries on cloning, now that technology has gone way past Dolly, the sheep. Scary, as all cells carry the potential for mutation, but most mutations are clobbered by the DNA from two parents. Cloned cells have one parent and accumulate the mutation tendencies. The experimental limit is around 50 generations for most mammals. It is 5:30AM and I tried to find the source of this quote: “I'm not here to save everyone. I'll save the people I want to save. If you're more trouble than you're worth, you're getting dropped.” Leave a comment if you know where it is from.
This box is being fitted with panels, and makes the top story in that I normally do not make square boxes bigger than 5-1/2 inches. But this one is destined for a
There’s taking some caliper reading, which I’ll explain later. Today’s pics are out of sequence, but you’ll figure them out.
xGoing off half my prescriptions has not chased away drowsiness, so I’m going to list my generic activities. It’s something I want recorded for it was a happy pattern I’ve had for years that is now being upset. Note this is a broad outline of what would happen on a day around here when nothing else happened, got that?
05:30AM - awake, check e-mail, make breakfast.
07:00AM - go back to sleep, I dislike dark mornings.
09:00AM - write letters, update books and accounts.
10:00AM - check yard, mail, birdfeeders.
11:00AM - free time, this can be very productive.
14:00PM - siesta or movie, depending on temperature.
15:30PM - projects, reading, planning, study, shopping.
17:00PM - computer time, including blogging activity.
19:00PM - free time, usually music, with coffee & supper.
It’s now 10:00AM, the feeder is empty, and let’s watch the news. I agree, people found incompetent to stand trial should be given the maximum sentence without a trial. Trump has “ramped up” the long overdue immigration of White South African refugees. All scientists agree when you censor the ones who disagree. The Pentagon wants to establish refueling depots at Port Moresby, Darwin, and the southern Philippines—sound familiar?
Have you heard of the Israeli stink bomb? It’s used for crowd control, a chemical that reeks of sewage. It cannot be washed off for days. It’s made from yeast and baking soda, sprayed from a water cannon. Well, the police forces in northern India tried it and sent it back. It had no effect on crowd control in those regions. The Delhi police remarked the protestors could have drunk the stuff and asked for seconds.
Moon mining robot, prototype.
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I took inventory of some electronic parts, including a much closer look at the 775, the standard motor in many electric drills. This, and other motors, often have a removable metal ring, which I have not discovered the reason for, but it brings the total diameters to some common dimensions, such as 1-1/4” and 1-1/2”. I ration myself two hours to learn about these motors and their power requirements.
After siesta today, I got out into the shed four hours, enjoying the freedom of movement and the perfect weather. I finished up some small boxes, fitted for laptop hard drives which I often substitute for pen drives, which get lost too easily. Oddly, there is a standard lumber size that fits these drives, though how that got past the millies is a question mark.
Let’s see what Gab.com has to say. A motion that women should have to tattoo their body count, with those over 10 registered as train stations. Gab now marks posts with the flag of the host country and certain commentators have disappeared. Poof! Trump cut 275,000 undocumented immigrants off social security. New York proposes a race-based tax system. Here’s a winner from NYC: “Spreme Court.”
This was a good day, no fatigue from the hours in the shed and a great snooze in the chair, omens of a larger improvement. I’m still moving half-speed. Except on bass. I can fake most of my semi-famous runs using three fingers instead of four. Who was that famous violinist who purposely broke strings? It’s late, look it up yourself.
ADDENDUM
A night with the LifeVest proved more than comfortable, my next goal is to have that cancelled. It is a portable defibrillator. Other than a thirty-year-lasting murmur, there are no irregularities in my heart rhythms. Four of my six new meds are ended, all anti-biotics and post-op stuff. I am not thrilled with how all this treatment has magnified a few of my other barbs, like gout, my inability to see narrow items, and a returned of some muscle aches. That is, things that should not have been affected at all.
It’s non-blog footage, but I recorded two monologues of my early recovery. It was more like watching those TV stoned, mumbling half-wits going through withdrawal. Months later, I see aspects of that behavior still holding over. The only cause of such grogginess would have been anesthetic. Can this [anesthetic] result in or trigger characteristic “old guy” patterns of activity? If so, that’s my incentive to totally recover. I don’t want to act 90 unless I am 90. I sent the recordings to the Reb, who agrees that is not myself.
How about the latest Hellfire missile? This 1970s tech weapon is still a workhorse. Constantly upgraded, I was reading about the Ninja model. Instead of exploding, it flips out razor sharp whirring blades at the last split-second. The blades can slice through metal. No explosion means very little collateral damage. Y’know, while watching the videos, I saw numerous conventional uses of the Hellfire and there is something new and strange about the warheads. There is a smaller but brighter detonation.
And the Artemis crew is now farthest away they have ever been from a Waffle House. And it was 18 years ago Marion moved to Denver, 14 years since I’ve seen her, and now she’s gone. I noted the date, April 10. I was under immense pressure, unable to work, but faced with decisions made under such circumstances that they cannot be explained later. One was to delay taking my pension another 4 years, which proved most wise ten years later under Biden.
