October 23, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 23, 2025, not his fault . . .
Five years ago today: October 23, 2021, almost 35 hours.
Nine years ago today: October 23, 2017, out of practice.
Random years ago today: October 23, 2009, a barbeque guest.

           Up late, I watched a video on the future of woodworking, using 3D printing. That’s a bit misleading, as the wood is not printed. It is the jigs that hold the wood, allowing these curved shapes to be cut. This means if I don’t learn to use that 3D printer, I could be left in the dust. Imagine the rapidity of changes when the 3D printing becomes A.I. controlled. Hey, at least none of this will take me by surprise.

           I don’t want to wind up with the same non-understanding I have of wireless Internet, even after years of usage. That is correct, I do no know if there is any difference between WiFi and wireless Internet. I failed at the onset to find any source to explain it to me in plain English. Maybe they are the same, maybe different, I just plug in the device and try everything till it begins working.

           Yes, I snapped at a doctor last February for an unauthorized transfusion while I was under. Am I over-suspicious? Tell that to the 18,000 patients who were vaxxed while anesthetized at the Hospital of Colorado. Never sign the electronic admittance form, turns out the hospital was getting a kickback for the shots. So-called permission was hidden deep in the electronic lingo.
Thinking ahead, I got all the November bills paid in advance and set aside the cash for the trip. This had me downtown for hours and I finally got that retard RCS (Google spyware) disabled and back to Samsung voice-to-text.

           But this involved taking the phone to the shop and having the tech bugger around with it for an hour, which is not an option for most. This RCS is deeply embedded and has to be shut off each time it self-reactivates. The world will be a happier place once Starlink puts Google out of business.
           Here’s video of some of the dozen wasp’s nests I’ve ended since I last crawled up there to knock them away. (Some of these are old.) Why the affinity for my doorway? It's a mystery. You can see the screw I as repairing when they drove me back. I have to move the ladder into place, which may eventually happen. One day. Another favorite wasp hangout is above my kitchen A/C, which has not worked in a year because all the money got shipped out of town.

           While over there, the Boost babe came on duty. I’m normally against mingling unless the male is White. Don’t you be wagging fingers, I could care less except that the females generally wind up on welfare for life and I don’t like paying for other people’s irresponsibilities. There’s always exception and this little gal is totally Americanized in a near perfect little package. Just to see a waist like that makes paying the bill a treat.

           Today’s PPP was printer ink. Normally I would buy on sale only in quantity, but today it was a special trip over. Full price was $44.95, which costs more than the printer. I would point out that all morning I somehow kept up a fairly normal pace without pushing myself. While this is not the long-awaited quantum recovery, that is twice this week. This blog is also the only record of my diet, so changes get noted. It is now accepted that the month in the hospital made changes, possibly permanently so.
           A couple examples are grits and tea. The hospital grits were thicker, and that’s now how I like them. I still add a hint of garlic, but I now like grits with added bits like onion, or a sprinkle of Parmesan. Plain grits are fading. And same with tea. Maybe that hospital coffee-drought for a month turned me desperate. They had coffee, and it you like Folger’s, it was not all that bad. Myself, I barely made it, how I almost went desperado.
           And don’t get me started on muffins. Moist, hot, steamy, make your own analogies. Here’s a tray of eight just out of the oven. What? Well, you blinked again.

Picture of the day.
Large lab-grown meat factory.
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           Arriving home too late to start anything, I wrote letters. And examined the budget. I spent $66 on postage stamps in the past 12 months. For future historians to reconcile, this year (not 12 months like the budget), I have spent (oops, this material got deleted).

           And my once 19-item personal mailing list has shrunk to 4 people still left alive. There are an additional 7 people that I e-mail fairly regularly that are not on any list kept here. In my adult life of letter-writing, I have received maybe 8 letters in return. Let me check something, hang on. Yep, this year I have mailed 24 personal letters so far. A third of them to JZ, as it is the only practical way to keep him in the loop.

           How do you like my latest coffee stash? The smaller hanging bin visible at the top was just not keeping up. Still cautious over too much exertion, I read some complicated material on shift registers again. Man, this would have made so much sense and helped so much 45 years ago, but along came life.
           What I learned was the registers are a logical extension of a single type of D-latch. It’s a type of memory circuit that can be set and reset following a regular electric pulse known as a clock signal. It now makes sense how and why these things behave as they do, and dismays me how so many engineers must have struggled to memorize all this rather than learn it.
           Here’s something that will make sense to a few. Logic gates reflect the condition of their inputs, but they have no memory. When the inputs change, so do the outputs. If you want the gate to remember the last setting until you reset it, you make one change. You add at least one link from an output to loop back around as at least one input. Now it will “remember” the last value, but only until you hit reset, or as any computer user knows, until the power goes out.
           A register is when a bunch of D-latch gates are strung together in series. You must add a few controls to make it work, but here is something I find most interesting.

ADDENDUM
           How about I finally learn to line a box with felt? I’ve half-done this before, getting a few hints from on-line videos. This time, I’m set out to learn the best and proper way that works for me. Was I in for a disappointing couple of hours. My oath, I just got dragged through some of the worst, and I mean worst, video postings I have ever seen. And I have seen rotten music and computer crap that was hard to get any worse.

           Where can one even start? The biggest problem was the boring dumbfecks who make the recordings. Useless, mouth-breathing, monotone, fat slugs who have not even rehearsed. I do not care if the box is for your cousin in Duluth, I do not want to hear about the church bazaar where you bought it. I searched for a how-to video. Show me how to cut the pieces and how to glue them in place. That’s it, not a tall order.
           You know what is even worse? These dismal AOLs who don’t even narrate. Instead they blast their stupid taste in music and presume you know what they mean. I do not care about your like button, I don’t want to hear about your sponsor, and if you got a third world accent, please just go away. Go get your own Internet.

           Later, lining these boxes is another skill. I don’t know if I am interested. It requires very accurate cutting using unfamiliar materials. I can’t find my glue gun and sprays are messy. I’ve got a couple crude boxes finished and they are utility grade.
           Wait, there is one more thing. If you have a speech impediment, and that includes a fag lisp, politely go kill yourself. You do not belong in front of a camera blocking the way. Go prove your point elsewhere, ain’t nobody got time for your crap. As for the most racist tribe on Earth, you’ll find them in New Zealand. They call you racist if you won’t let them help themselves, but you cannot join their tribe unless you have Maori DNA. Their recommended minimum is 5%.

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