One year ago today: June 28, 2025, age without paperwork.
Five years ago today: June 28, 2021, trying to sound technical.
Nine years ago today: June 28, 2017, WIP
Random years ago today: June 28, xxxx, WIP
I’m up extra early, so I’ll write a couple letters. This time, I’ll word process, because it’s easier to include pictures. My pal in Miami is practically a shut-in, but you recall my tactic to make sure my letters get read. Include a lotto ticket in the envelope and at least you know it gets opened. What a mean thing to say, but hey, I now admit there is a gambling habit, so here is the ticket I’ll send today. I asked the 7/11 clerk which was the most popular and he pointed, to my horror, at tickets selling for $20 each. No, no, I said, just ten $1 tickets—if they still make them.
But, allow that they might be like me—I’m unlikely to expose any real tricks of the trade. Just stuff I’ve learned that other people probably know already but didn’t consider important. Thus, I’m stalling on the replacement laser. I’ve noticed a 30% drop in prices, signaling there is a pending change in something big, probably an A.I. model or something. On the balance, except for two scanned logos, 100% of the printing I’ve done was not downloaded. And, my unit has no bells and whistles, so how badly do I need them. A more capable laser on sale might match my needs, I would value such a unit to me as worth around a thousand dollars.
Ah, the Sun. I fixed a breakfast of lightly salted potato skins, sausage ends, chicken bones, and an egg that cracked in the carton. For Rhonda, not me. She knows I’ll be away a few days, and I almost thought I heard a second critter in the bushes. There is not that much bush around here but it is definitely alive. As proof, try walking through it at night. You will soon be very popular. And did you see the latest from the journal of psychology, ladies? If you want to meet more people, put your cell phone in your purse. No phone makes you appear nicer and more trustworthy. Of course, that is dependent on those items having any value to the user. So don’t bother in Starbucks.
We have some news, remember Sheba, the 100lb doggie? The neighbor complained the big doggie barked when the small doggie got too near the property line. This is why I disagree with police getting involved. Because the police, despite constant denials, always take sides. And all too often, it is the side of whoever plays the victim the best. I have no details yet, but time to build a big fence.
Also, LizJohn had asked about a pet medicine that was unavailable (she moved to Canada because she has relatives north of Calgary). I spent hours researching but could not get a straight answer off the Internet. Yes, you imbeciles, I know you can get it through a vet, but that is no my question. Turns out yes, it is available by a different name at CostCo, so she is happy to learn that. And, at half the price, and without the $36 per Rx surcharge the vets tack on over there.
More research on the last etcher and once again it appears the hardly economical route is to just buy one and use it. Expert after expert posting crap on-line like how to remove the shipping tabs and print the demo which is produced with hiding any flaws or problems to begin with. I contacted Tonio in Valdosta by e-mail, he is working all next week and timing means I’m in town during working hours. Here is a picture of his Xmas present,
Last for this morning, I think we may have two raccoons because one of them does not like grits.
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Mitch reports he also was stung by a wasp. He’s seen photos of my swollen hand, you have not. It was serious, but now abating. It took a few hours to get ready for the trip, as the vehicles have not been tended to since before the medical. Nothing will be ready in Tennessee when I arrive, as the Reb has been basically crashing at the recording studio since August. I don’t plan to stay if we can’t spend quality time, but I still have to prep this place for being away. It took me two months just to fight back the jungle when I got back last time.
I’m trapped inside an hour as I found two wasp nests underway in my mini-porch. They like the smallest sheltered area. You see, I have to get at the door frame because while I was way in February and March, there was terrible weather and the house settled again. I can now easily lift a floorboard and fix that, but meanwhile my deadbolt lock won’t line up with the striker plate. That has to be done before I leave.
Here is the box built for Tonio. He can’t take time off work, so the plan is I deliver it tomorrow.
Okay, I repaired the door so the deadbolt works. But this took so long (an hour) that I disappointed myself. That’s it. I’m making a sandwich and sitting down till bed time. Before that (gawd I hate this GenX keyboard, designed by A.I. because only a stupid S.O.B. would locate the home key right next to the Enter, so fifty times a week a slight miss sends your cursor to the top.
How do they even? But then, you look at these pink-hair soi bois and you just know. Anyway, I found a set of speakers and a spare printer for Ricko, to see if he’s serious enough to get going. He’s back from the hospital. Something doesn’t add up, how he is so old but has no computer basics. He would have been only in his 30s during the computer revolution.
ADDENDUM
Here’s a post for Billie-Bill. I did not invent this, but it is a first around here. This is a Z-box with a lid. I’ve made several, the lid is cut afterward. Part of the trick is to make sure there are no staples or screws in way of the kerf. Yeah, you don’t want any kerf in your way. The cut has to leave a rim strong enough to bind the lid boards. This makes the cut through the best place to drill the thumb holes.
The result is shown here, A box with a properly positioned thumbhole that cannot be picked up easily unless the lid is locked. I may pursue this concept but the utility boxes seem to work best with a rope handle.
Whatever happened to Billie-Bill? Don’t know, once he did not catch on to duo work, I never saw him again. Allow me to explain something, as in quite clear in context here. Probably not one person who ever reads this blog previously has ever heard duos except as two guitarists. The single exception is those rare guitar-and-another-instrument combos (like saxophone) that severely limit their set list. And who’s existing list, once the novelty rubs off, will bore you in no time. The combination of guitar and bass duo is relatively rare.
If you meet any, they will announce they are “missing a drummer”. I searched South Florida for a guitar-bass duo and found nothing. My motive was to show the Hippie it worked because he would not even try. This is where the explanation begins. Duo work, with me, is not a matter of learning your part. The music has to be arranged for it to present properly. And it is a step 100% of guitarists I’ve met are not willing to do (some have done it, reluctantly). They have a detectable attitude that they don’t want it to work, and many leave when they find it does. That shared work of a proper do does not at all match their thinking.
The scarecrow for them is that integrating their strumming into a duo the proper way pulls away from their self-concept of what guitar means. The problem is ego, the predilection of guitarists to see themselves as the hero and the rest of the band a support staff. And staff with incredibly bad taste in music, as well. Thusforth, when I state somebody has duo experience with my arranged music, this is not to be confused with what a guitarist would call a duo.
