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Monday, July 13, 2026

July 13, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: July 13, 2025, infrastructure costs $10,000.
Five years ago today: July 13, 2021, a 60% “error”.
Nine years ago today: July 13, 2017, more fake thunder.
Random years ago today: July 13, 2004, 2 flats, 2 retreads.

           With the two new Flock installations on Florida 37, there is now just one path left to get to my ATMs without being tracked. It involves knowing your way around Medulta and you probably don’t because GPS is wrong. However, the rise of the creative sport of deflocking gives hope. The factory, by the way, is located in Smyrna, Georgia, but that is only one of several major manufacturers, including what used to be the reputable firm of Motorola.
           Not that those people are the only bastards who need sharpening. I curse the geek and his family who invented the plastic door handle. This morning, running late for the bank with the Reb on the phone, the interior driver’s door latch busted clean off at the one spot it cannot be repaired. Add that mofo to my list of people to be shot with a ball of their own shit. I mean, who even thinks about making door handles out of plastic?
           Since I slept in (had to, I was up at 4:00AM for no reason), I’ve no news, but I’m going to buy some gourmet rice, yes, there is a difference. You see, I got up, posted this blog, and found a $20 bill where I’d rested my elbow. Unless it somehow got on my arm before I fell asleep last evening (and I was pretty tired), and survived the night as well as making a grilled cheese for breakfast, I found that $20.

           We are going to need it. News arrived the lady who was with our lawyer passed away last afternoon without ever coming out of the coma. It remains a hit-and-run with no arrests. She would not, in any case, been able to pursue the contract, so this means we stand to lose everything. Years of work and my life savings. I will proceed as if all is lost.
           Meanwhile the system has to be maintained. I’ve sent what I can, but I don’t have enough to move the needle. We even talked of me adopting Lilli, but it would not be a life for her here, with the neighbor’s feral cats and I cannot take her with me on travels. I have a ration of 10.5 gallons of gas for the rest of this month. I put 10.3 miles on today just banking and groceries. There are some lean times ahead. The good news is Trump may finally be taking my advice to hit banks who have been lending mortgage money to illegals.
           Talk is Trump is about to unseat Georgia’s senators due to fraud. The presumption it is election fraud. This could get hot. The $2 bag of rice was now $10, so I needed cheering up. This works, a 6-foot metallic chicken for your yard. For $300, you can have a matching set. To the unlucky homeowners whose yard does not already sport a pair of these gems, they are available at Tractor Freight. Don’t delay.

Picture of the day.
The Gaillardia.
Oklahoma City.
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           You bet I’m stressed. The Reb is devastated. Myself, I know how it is to come so close. This is vicarious but still in my own circle, hence able to rationalize this personal disaster. The only hope [I see] is adequate damage control. This bites double because a day before the tragety, the agent had warned the Reb to bubble-wrap herself and take no chances, she was about to become precious cargo. Now, removed as I am, I’m quite able to put a remote price tag on this. It’s $25,000 and that provides no guarantees. By deft management, I was able to protect the Caltier funds, but that swings them right back into focus. How I would so hate to raid my Caltier backup-backup.
           I went digging, literally. Here’s at least something encouraging. Under a pile of textbooks, boxes, vacuum tubes, and sundry laser etchings, you know, the sort of stuff you’d find in any workspace these days, I located this trove. Hey! You are supposed to notice the silver, quit admiring the beautiful box. Anyway, I knew I had not cashed in all the silver. That’s me holding a ten-ounce bar. This silver, was it meant for such an investment? Yes, money would be nice, but success would be nicer. Despite what the pundits say, real opportunity does not come knocking.
           How’s this for an estimate—in my condition I could not pick up this oblong box with one hand, and had to strain with two, ergo there must at least 60 ounces there, probably more. And it seems to me the last time I was at the silver store, they would only issue a check instead of cash, so I still have that stash around here somewhere. Yes, I have trouble lifting ounces these days, but we know the reason why.. No jumping for joy, the price has been plummeting. It was under $59 just now, so selling at a bad time is just another PPP. Poor people problem. Like broken door handles. I was about to put $1,000 to $2,000 into that old van.
           Logic, such a van cannot be replaced for less than $10,000 $12,000 (it turns out) these days, this van is easy to fix, the components are largely mechanical, and I know most everything that is wrong with it. I had just not planned on doing the work myself, nor starting tomorrow, either. This was my fourth symptomless day. I’m not counting on a fifth—but I did buy four wide pickets. The gang really like that gift box y’day, and JZ mentioned on the phone he found it useful and handy. One does not expect that much complementation from that direction.

           So, to relax, should I go buy a TV and watch reruns, or look at something boringly technical to most of the world. Easy, and I saw an article a few weeks ago about Tesla selling off robot arms. But, their factory is robots, so what’s with selling the equipment. Meet the GigaPress, nothing new about the concept. Instead of building a car body out of dozens of ribs and panels, why not stamp the thing out of a solid piece? I foresaw two problems, let’s see how Musk dealt with them.
           Firstly, you need a big enough press and they don’t make them that size. Hold on, turns out an Italian oufit made one for ships or something. And Musk can afford anything. Next, aluminum in a bitch. You can’t pour it into a mold and stamp it before it bonds with the surrounding air. Turns out Musk put the whole assembly inside a box pressurized with nitrogen. I listened wrong, as it turns out he is not pressing the car body, only the rear section. But it must work because he’s cranking out the vehicles. I went on-line and saw his talk about making a press big enough for the whole car.
           This would put most other auto people out of business, because guess what most of their workers (and robots) do. And a one-piece body means you can forget repairs without cutting off the damage and somehow weld the replacement back in. I’d like to see that. As a student of robotics, I know fewer parts mean less that goes wrong. The latest Tesla chassis have only 80 parts. How long before Musk cranks out a luxury sedan for $9,999? That picture isn’t a Tesla, but a Fiat. An electric that can hit 55 mph, it’s yours of $13,000. I’ll stick with my Hundy.

           Last for today, I cancelled the microscope camera and biotome, much as I like the hobby, it can’t compete right now. I made coffee and walking back to the computer stubbed my toe on the box of silver. I say there is more like 100 ounces in there. Good, that’s $5,000 if I can find a place that will buy that much for cash. (The checks can take up to three weeks to clear.) Told ya, buying silver is easy. Selling not so much.

ADDENDUM
           There you have it, folks. Pepsi did a major and expensive study on why consumers have scaled back on snacks. I guess they don’t think it has anything to do with them charging $7 for a bag of Doritos. Some say it is good that 55% of Americans no longer post on social media. I say that’s a laugh, because they are the losers who made the forum such a mess. Few of them used it as it was meant, do keep in contact with a small group of good friends. The half that blabbled their lives away only quit when it was too late.
           Who was first to warn about LinkedIn “that mass grave of ghost jobs”), bleeding people for private information to sell? Me, of course, from the first time I saw their site. Turns out the fastest growing group of users are logging on to “suss out” prospective dating partners.

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