One year ago today: July 12, 2025, are GenX really Canadians?
Five years ago today: July 12, 2021, frolicking stupid . . .
Nine years ago today: July 12, 2017, hardly a leisure pursuit.
Random years ago today: July 12, 2011, sky-high.
This is roughly the anniversary of the day I finally rounded off my twenty-year study of “rhythm bass” in the year 2010. It’s a long story because it was years before I realized I was doing it, but was aware of the component parts. It works great in big bands, but that is where it is least likely to be distinct or appreciated. So, maybe I will hit hat pub this afternoon where I rarely ever go. I’m invited and informed all the prices ($$$$) have been lowered. Do I really want to drive all the way to downtown Bartow?
To off set this, I made French toast and fried sausage, worst-looking batch ever. But any scout can tell you it is the palate that counts at that time of morning. Later, it is noon and nobody has made a sound yet. I will accomplish something today, watch me. Tampa says ICE has purchased six surplus Boeing jets to deport illegals. Less than a million are deported so far, so I say boxcars would be cheaper. They got here on their own, let them leave the same way. No, I’m not a racist because I would never stop anyone from helping them with their own money. The good news is the DOJ is arresting lawyers who filed fake asylum papers. Apparently, there a many.
But the Z-box has no lid and is best carried face-up, where you see the contents. Nothing, really, until it saves your bacon. These boxes are not fancy and cannot easily be made fancy. Here, I thought you might find it interesting the antics needed to laser non-flat surfaces. There is something to be said about a [laser] unit you can pick up and perch on an already assembled structure. This is as precarious as it looks and the moving print head is heavy enough to throw the center of gravity. Again, note the generally better construction of today’s product. Not one sale, yet.
The pier in Galveston.
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This afternoon was up to speed. I dropped off the Z-box and managed a duet with Cathy, but I’m both rusty and crusty. I dropped lyrics and missed cues, but one thing 50 years on stage teaches you is how to cover yourself. There's more pseudo gossip, but first the only informative picture I have for you is this box with a mandala. The most difficult darn thing to print with any detail. This pattern required four light passes and took just over an hour to complete, that is, 18 minutes per pass. Too fast will scorch the finer edges. It’s a beauty but this could not be made economically with my existing plant and equipment. Later, I changed my mind. You can have it for $28.
Otherwise, the place was dead so I wrote three letters. One to Agt. M to see if next trip he can put some work into the Hundy. Remind me to find out why the horn isn’t working. Florida drivers ahead of you like to fall asleep at red lights. I forgot my phone and camera, so you get no pics of anything tonight. But I can confirm the live entertainment has emptied out the old club. And it is good to see Cathy doing well at the new place, remember I like the gal, but we both have strong personalities and methods that can clash. I cannot afford the new place she works. It is nice, and it is expensive.
ADDENDUM
There was no blog during the 1990s. I spent 103 (non-consecutive) weeks in South America. It taught me that as far as far as I was concerned, all the good women were gone. Your best chances were to marry a teen and hope for the best, but that never happened. What I do have is old pictures taken in that decade. They will sit in a box and get wet, rot, or be thrown out. I’m pondering to just post them and let the blogosphere take its course.
There would be many repeats, my picture record tracking software does not exist. Since I tend to add a clarifying comment, that would add more info over a given photo, so I’m thinking it may be worth it—if I have time. My priority today is cobbling together as much money as I can for the situation in Tennessee. Oddly, it is my best chance of avoiding real hardships should this Bidenflation continue. Yes, folks it is all this fault. If you’ve taken a basic economics course, it is the printing of free money that causes it, not the reasons behind the printing.
Biden printed 40% of all the money that ever existed in history.
Model airplanes. Yep, I’m taking a look for two reasons. I’m looking forward to the day I cannot work in my shed any more, which I estimate is, if I live that long, between 12 and 16 years from now. The projections for my recover this time have accurate in their inaccuracy—I still get random hours, days, and weeks. The other is I don’t want, for lack of foresight, to find myself where I don’t have a good plan ready. I’m too surrounded by imbeciles to not notice their plights. That’s 2040, by which time Taylor will be pushing 55, so I refuse to plan on any wild parties. She’ll plain be too old.
