One year ago today: May 19, 2025, my most important event.
Five years ago today: May 19, 2021, that wood, that floor.
Nine years ago today: May 19, 2017, panning for shark teeth.
Random years ago today: May 19, 2007, is it that important?
Some cheeriness to get us underway with morning coffee. The game camera, after so much waiting, finally got our Lady Raccoon stopping by for brunch. This was y’day morning and it shows quite more detail than at first. She still drinks from the bird dish even if other water is available. She is well-fed when she picks at the food as seen here. Her shuffling shows the arthritis I’ve seen progressing and she is not as agile climbing the pole. But she is alive an well and I’m putting an egg out for her later this morning. Welcome back, Lady.
I’m not that spry myself. Maybe a few hours in the shed, as I have the option to drive to Miami later today, or tomorrow morning. While the Thursday opening is not confirmed, it’s a good bet it will be. I feel like building boxes today, a small matching set for electrical components or something. The onset of fatigue is mercifully taking longer, though by the month, not by the week.
One for-sure around here is we know how long batteries last. That applies to AA and AAA cells which have their own database. That is how we know something changed three years ago this week. Cells that used to last in usage four months, like wireless mouses (not mice, mouses) and small electronics dropped to five weeks. Because the records are by battery size, it just took a while to spot the period the deterioration began. Calendar says food mention, so it’s a breakfast medley, spuds, sausage, eggs, with fried red onions. And listening to NPR.
If you ever feel down or dumpy, listen to a call-in program on NPR. You’ll cheer up realizing what dismal lives their audience leads. Would you take dating advice from a queer from Tampa? Some would. This week’s gist is the old kids-no-kids marriage issue. I take sides on that one with a “yuge” distinction—the attitude of the married couple. I’ve always seen marriage mostly as a final admission to settle down and have kids. What I don’t like is the couples who got married so he could finally get steady sex and she to get a steady supply of money.
Here’s some feral cats snooping about the back yard. Notice how the tabby cat gets stopped by the baffle pipe. Why would a cat try climbing that tree? We may never know.
We have the election year viruses hitting the news again, and they are pushing the nonsense that 70% of people are vaxxed. That’s got to be media hype. If you meet anybody jabbed, they are likely to express regret for it. Absent from the broadcasts is the very mention of the turbocancer situation. Don’t expect mercy, as the general attitude is sheeple deserve their consequences and the vaccine hoax is just one more example.
There’s no word for it yet, but when the MSM tries to use its standard foolery on-line, it can backfire. Most of it takes the form of laughable disappointments because USAID money is cut off. They try to fake raise money or gaslight it. Like that lady Senator who tried to raise $100,000 for her defense, claiming she had 119,000 followers only got $790. Or witness there has not been a single rap song on the Billboard Top 40 since USAID quit propping up their album sales. Tens of thousands of black focused web sites have disappeared.
Much as I disagree with releasing partial counts during active voting, this time the alarm is raised. There are 12 RINOs in the news as anti-Trumpists, and 10 of them, by the looks of early stats, are on their way out, and it is barely noon. Cheating is too dangerous, but they seem to have counted on “past performance” momentum that is not there any longer. They’ve disgusted their own votership. How about the entire MS NOW crew demonstrating their complete ignorance on famous lines from the Constitution, duh? Ah, I heard someone back there ask, if I don’t watch TV, how do I know what gives with MS NOW. That’s easy, I, at the mall, once walked past a TV playing an MSM newscast, so I know just as much about them as the rest of you. Skeptical? Try me. But the rule is no names, I don’t give a FF about their names. Nor would I have any idea why their names are important to others. A clone is a clone.
My study today was a look at the variety of laws that address “destruction of evidence”. These vary by jurisdiction, in many it is a subset of tampering with evidence. This is where things get sticky. There is no clear distinction between what is evidence and what could be anybody innocently erasing some old files. It’s a touchy area, because when charged with such an offense, there is the implication that you willfully destroyed evidence against yourself—and you have a Constitutional right against self-incrimination. You might think this is an unsolvable paradox, but in reality, most lawyers and judges take sides very quickly. Personal property which you have every right to destroy could suddenly become evidence without your knowledge. I just plain do not like such laws.
Texas bat-watching.
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This time you can ask if I’m work tired. I was in the shed most of the afternoon working my normal pace, or justabouts. Without thinking, so there’s an improvement over having to plan to walk across the room. I slapped together a box shelving unit to shove some of the boxes into order instead of stacked on my nice carpeted bedroom floor. It looks messy because I’m not done organizing. If you say that type of box-bench-shelf could some day double as a window planter, go to the head of the class.
Hello, the Reb from Nashville. No activity on the Caltier account yet so Thursday morning I’ll get on it. I cannot put a trip to Tennessee off much longer. I still have unfinished business from August last year when that adventure was called off due to health. Things are on track for the album release, which burns up everybody’s time over there. It means, for the first time, if the Reb and I want to visit, I will have to time the drive for a few days in June, if not it’s wait until August and my doggie will be 14 by then.
The Israeli David’s Sling (renamed 2006 Raytheon “Magic Wand) has a new A.I. guidance system. This old hardware with new guidance totally illustrated how warfare has changed from physical vehicles to electronics. It lacks the publicity of systems like Iron Dome and has my attention because of the “warhead”. Unlike other missiles with explosives and proximity fuses, this weapon has to actually hit the target.
The first two stages are conventional and, to me, are reminiscent of the Rheinbote, 1944 German technology. But electronically, it apparently can pick out highly maneuvering targets using sophisticated jamming, which I’d like to see. There is such a gap between the invention and adoption, it makes me wonder what might have been had I gotten a head start, and I mean that relatively—remember everyone around me had the so-called advantages some would point to.
It’s not a big asset if everyone of the competition has everything you do. I feel my most productive years would have been age 24 to around 38. The exact years I had to sacrifice everything or I’d be starving now. Life has been nasty that way. Years wasted paying rent and taxes so others could have an easy go of it. But that’s another story. My interest is how the missile finds the target. It is launched vertically, therefore dives down on the target, meaning it must discriminate it from ground clutter before anything else works.
How about the GenX media expressing a desire to return to land lines, film cameras, and handwritten letters. Gee gosh, is that what you’d call future shock revisited? It’s a little too late for the masses. If only somebody had warned them and warned them and warned them.
ADDENDUM
I laughed at gold panning in Florida in 2016. I knew my cohort had not done his research, but his knowledge of the land eventually proved somewhat useful. That was Agt. R before he disappeared into the wilds south of Brooksville. Panning in the river at Wachaula, a half-hour from here and I’ve never otherwise been there. When I saw the price of “official” gold pans, I’m reminded to take the handles off any old frying pans around here.
The FBI are moving toward that system that monitors license plate, but on a national scale. Scary, once again because it does not confine itself to criminals. Of course some will say that makes the opponents paranoid, when in fact they simply do not to live in a surveillance state. I can see some jurisdictions removing the plates. It is really the opponents who are paranoid, it reminds me of that story about the people trapped in an elevator when the cable breaks.
As the cage speeds toward the bottom, one guy says, “I have an idea. Just before we hit bottom, everybody jump.”
The other passenger scream at him, “What an idiot! That won’t work!”
He replies, “Okay then—don’t jump.”



