October 26, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 26, 2025, in memory of Marion.
Five years ago today: October 26, 2021, the Florida doggies.
Nine years ago today: October 26, 2017, a great skill.
Random years ago today: October 26, 2012, a dozen, you say.

           Alright! Day four without big symptoms, is this the awaited turning point? Today I test the new setup in the “camper van”, the KIA. We are back to a minimalist blanket, fan, and light. The rest, you buy on the road. Want to write? Find a library. Coffee is hard to find thanks to many generations of wimps, but there is always WaWa. For overnight, we have earplugs and knowledge of all the best Cracker Barrels in mid-Georgia. If you need a real meal, Eufaula or Macon still have mom & pops.

           Audacity, the audio editing program, has changed. The app that counts for 100% of my pirated evaluation music has somehow disabled the direct record function. There was nothing wrong with the old version but no way would they leave that alone. The latest release, called “Audacity4” is more graphical, if that is what you want in an audio environment. Thank goodness I have the legacy versions tucked away. But my updates are turned off, so how did they get into my computer and make unauthorized changes? It’s what GenXers do instead of getting real jobs.

           Three hours later and I was in the shed. This is great, no diminishment in stamina. I built four boxes for Tonio, the one who appreciates them the most. Shown here is his almost completed “Jack in the Box”, it still needs a coat of poly. I had to raid some of my older pieces to get the hardware and this is the “weathered oak” finish that grows on you once it is dry. It’s just so unlike other stains, it even avoids knots on its own. Most of today’s work gets a coat of poly because we have so much extra from the recycle this time.
           Here’s a picture of applying the stain. At first it acts like grey paint, but once it soaks a big, the effect is a bit remarkable. It really does resemble old fence or bar wood. But to do large areas with this stain would be kind of expensive. I’m planning a long evening off, I’m surprising myself how much work I’m getting done. Coffee and a movie, though I often watch two movies, back and forth. It has to do with slow scenes, I skip them or zip them.

           Early voting has begun and there is already a trend. Every big media poll publish that the Democrats were leading by double digits. However, some 25 million people have already voted and this massive “blue wave” has not materialized. Not even close. Still, the blue waves don’t start until after midnight. That’s why I am against announcing any totals until the polls are closed.
           The neighbor was over, we may cancel Festus in case I can’t wait around. We have a standing arrangement to get each other to emergency on demand. I knew he was diabetic, but not that he has had anemia since he was 40. I’ve never known anyone with anemia but I hear they can drop nearly as fast as a vaccinated liberal soccer player. You heard me.

           The left is trying to bury the pre-election story of Omar. Don’t look at me for pity, I know that no such person was ever legitimately elected in the USA. I also believe that when politicians or civil servants commit a tort, they should be tried as criminals, not plaintiffs. Arrested and held in jail until a trial, no bail. But that’s just me. So far.
           Am I getting old? Hank Williams III, grandson of Hank, Sr, turns 55 next year. He tried everything from metal to hellbilly (gothic cult), but following the money, he’s back to recycling (cranking out) grandpa’s tunes. This should convey the extent to which country music is a closed society.

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6-layer airplane glass.
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           The Prez sends a note they now have a golden retriever puppy. I’ll ask for pictures. He is a solid fan of chatgpt for artwork, though I find output on the bland side. Should not A.I. create spectacular portraits on demand, better than any single human could produce? Over here, I built a special wooden box to hold my electric blanket. Now, I can’t find it. I made that box specially so the blanket and charger would be easy to throw in the van. Good thing I got a head start, but man, I find that situation so damn frustration.

           Here’s the beginnings of Tonio’s new improved tool box being measured out for a fit. The dimensions are just enough to be able to pick tools out around the perimeter of the interior, no larger. Larger means heavier. These are light duty boxes, handy for a vehicle, nothing much more. You want big tool boxes, head over to Granger. By coincidence, it was exactly one year ago I began building Tonio’s first box, and there is a picture of it three days later. It looks flimsy compared to today’s output.

           And I really should write a book on my theory that you can tell if a person is what by noticing what they don’t complain about. I would need a name for this, something snappy. Soon as truly free A.I app shows up, maybe I will. But I recall the first time I used one, it was on Ray-B’s laptop and he was very touchy about what not to ask it. What good is A.I. at that point. Ah, you want an example of my theory, what can I tell about a person by it.

           Let me think. For a good comparison, it should be something familiar that I would notice is absent in other people who are, shall we say, non-starters. Ah, I got it. Ask yourself, in the past five years, how many times you’ve complained about a pen running out of ink while you are writing. (Hunting around for a pen doesn’t count.) There you go, I can tell an awful lot about you by something like that. In 27 years in Florida, I’ve never heard anyone with that complaint.

           Wait, you have not seen enough box pictures. Here’s the two from y’day drying in the sun. And the wind, another terrific wind storm, but not as bad as it gets. As a reward, I made a feast. Turkey and potatoes, with corn. Simple, delicious, and easy enough. Tampa radio reports Haiti is being overrun by Haitians. A proposed gun law would make carry legal nationwide. Anti-gun people don’t like to point out it has always been illegal for convicted criminals to carry. Without the absolute right to self-defense, it is questionable how well the law would work. They’ve kind of left it too long.
           I missed the exact workings, but the Supreme Court says the SAVE database can be used to purge voter rolls. Brazil has an election upset after polls are allowed to stay open after the official deadline, a scene many Americans recognize. The left must wait until the count is finished to know how many votes are needed to steal the race.

ADDENDUM
           The downfall of the Internet, it’s sad to watch. This is based on the premise that the original purpose of the Internet was to disseminate free information. What has changed? Oddly enough, paid information has crowded it out, coupled with what looks like a refusal of youth since 1990 to take jobs in mines and factories. They are entitled to office jobs. Why would I say that, and how could something that costs money replace something that is free?
           The answer is that it is not free. A good example is road maps. They are still useful for people whose lives are a larger than a flatscreen. Thirty years ago, you could search for a road map of Alabama and get fifty maps back, take your pick. Try it today. You get almost anything except a map. Did the maps just disappear? Hardly, A.I and satellite imagery make them easy—but posting them on-line costs money. Those who continue to post need to make money to post.
           Hence, the free sites wither away and are not really replaced or crowded out—the paid sites are the only ones remaining. And the field is so competitive, almost nobody puts out a simple road map. Instead you get crap like “Top 15 Small Towns” and “New Congressional Districts” that cannot be filtered out. I find that truly laughable because it’s the people who will need it the most that made it unusable. They are about to “inherit” the most complicated infrastructure in world history and every search brings back advertising of some ilk.

Last Laugh

October 25, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 25, 2025, I lifted the house.
Five years ago today: October 25, 2021, another dud band.
Nine years ago today: October 25, 2017, about that transfusion . . .
Random years ago today: October 25, xxxx, WIP

           I think I can predict something today. My food budget has categories listed on a spreadsheet, and these change with time. Today I scrolled own and found an item that was one row off the bottom. What’s this? I have an unspent $27 allocation for chocolate. Check back later, this could be a fun shop. Now there is an interesting comparison. In 1966, the average house cost $15,500 which is roughly 450 ounces of gold. Today, the same house costs $732,000 which is only 180 ounces of gold. You lost money.

           Since I’ll be passing through Valdosta, I sent Tonio a message that I have some boxes for him. They are a great improvement over last year's, I got him a Jack in the Box, a K-box, a Z-box and if I have time, a few Fake boxes. Why? Because I got up today feeling no wear and tear from the past two active days. We’re still sub-standard but three consecutive days is a milestone. All the boxes to Georgia have custom logos, a form of advertising.

           Here is the sort of finished box for the Lucida drawing tool. Note the fancy piano hinge, just don’t look too close. These instrument cases are a specialty item. The box as shown has many mistakes, as I don’t pretend to be an expert on custom cases of this sort. But it sure beats the plastic, or sometimes cardboard, boxes these things come in nowadays
           All I need is an order for 200 regular boxes to make the game worth the candle. But it is a saturated market and everything is priced out of sight. What is needed is a novel idea and that is not so easy. For now, if Tonio gets any inquiries, I said just tell the facts, that you get the boxes custom-made in Florida and you have to know somebody. Y’know, tease them a bit. The power cables for the float charger, are now installed and invisible from the roadway. There is no dreaded HOA in this area, but the city is an equally detested watchdog.

           It got dark on me, so I finished hobbying for the day by etching this logo. I would state again that the addition of this tiny bit of decoration is responsible for instant appeal on these ordinary boxes. This one is a Z-box, a design that is falling out of favor to the K-box. The slightly smaller design does not require extra cutting to get a good box bottom.
           The laser is now a necessary part of the construction. Memorize some stock phrases like this one (“PRIVATE STOCK”) and your people will love you. If stuck for a slogan, zap their e-mail address or the current date. Anything that shows the wood was given attention works fine. Consider a laser just as important as buying a chop saw. There is no stain or finish on these larger pieces as I cannot find a way to keep the liquid from deteriorating, even when poured back into the original can.

           The election swamps all else on-line, the left is cranking up their oldest tactic of blaming the other guy, this time with electricity bills. Democrat states pay double the rate of red states for power, which is largely taxes to support their “green” mandates. It’s rather pathetic because blaming that on Trump requires a absurdly brain-dead voting bloc. But, places like Pennsylvania repeatedly vote in the worst liars. Maybe something in the water?

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Solar farm in Finland.
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           I used some 4-inch wood screws to secure the windows along the north wall, as the Hundy is parked in the alcove. Anybody could stand behind it an not be seen from the street, so it’s just a precaution. Remind me to replace the batteries in all the phony cameras. I made a big helping of fried rice as a reward for keeping up a pretty good pace all day. I’m duty-bound to record my condition, the blog is a harsh master. Ha.

           Before that “old lady” report, here is the almost finished Yeti box. If I head out in the next week, this is how it travels. Yes, the power cable is exposed on the front, but any other arrangement means a larger box and this unit is already slightly too big for my equipment.
           It was determined more important to keep the cables tucked behind the battery. I’ve not decided if a lid is in order, but I would not mind a 12V octopus. The unit has just the one the left, which is rather sub-optimal for vehicle use.

           The slight numbness remains in my small fingers and under the skin of my left thigh and across the chest. Is it diminishing, or am I just getting used to it? I’d say fifty-fifty on that. The flu from that Karaoke mic (August 19) still lingers as sniffles and morning sore throats. I scanned some photos from 2003, the toothpick sightseers. Was that really so long ago? The pictures got set aside because it was around June of that year I began unexplainedly gaining weight. The rest is history.

           And so with more information from Mitch, who remembers things differently than myself. Example, the time we never got paid for helping “brand” calves. I remember we castrated them. He recalls a time some greaser picked me up by the throat at recess and I passed out. In high school I was always the youngest and lightest in the room, I believe at that time I weighed around 114 pounds. Greasers was the nickname for hoodlum tough guys at the time, who hated hippies and put bear grease in their hair for those Fonzie haircuts. Or so the rumor went.
           His father and uncle had operated a small saw mill. They built most of the saws and trimmers by themselves. This was in the 70s, long before any blog material. Mitch says he worked in the mill as early as 1966, so he was just a kid. I was unaware he never got paid, but I did know nobody got rich off all that work.

           Here is my outdated wall map, with antiquated placenames like New Mexico, Gulf of Mexico, and Lake Ontario. However, the roadways have not moved and I won’t make any jokes about freeways that disappear because nobody laughed last time. I’ll cap this evening with a movie or two, maybe a documentary. The new youTube format is bad, with A.I. gearing the material down to gimptard speed. Most of it is not new anyway, and most run several times longer than necessary. You get provocative titles, then crappy repetition—and it’s getting worse as all the easy topics are already taken.

Last Laugh

October 24, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 24, 2025, generic information.
Five years ago today: October 24, 2021, 90% honey.
Nine years ago today: October 24, 2017,$12,000 on sale.
Random years ago today: October 24, 2016, bryophytes?

           Back to work, a second okay day found me outside getting the KIA ready. It has not been on any long trips yet. You know that excellent little compressor I got in Tennessee that finally gave out? I replaced it with the identical model—except it wasn’t identical. This pathetic new model takes six minutes to charge while the old unit took two. The old unit could keep up with a pneumatic tool and with up to 30 seconds of air blasting. This one starts to die instantly. Boo, Harbor Freight.

           Of course, in my condition, I must be prepared for nap time on the road, so I moved the bedding from the Hundy to the KIA. This is no fast job. With the seat down, I can stretch in the Hundy, not in the KIA, so it has to be fitted just so. Plus anybody who has had to move large pieces of memory foam knows that stuff does not like to cooperate

           I checked the fluids and discovered one tire has a broken valve stem. While this goes on, I have more Jim Croce music stud in my head, the car wash song. It brought back memories of Sweet Judy and one of the few things I did not like about her. She and her other rich friends had all these jokes about students finding summer jobs. For me, finding something that even paid the rent was serious business.
           While it’s not certain, if I do make this trip, that’s my winter holiday. That is it, like I told you, it how costs $1,000 to go to Nashville and back for week, up from $316 just nine years ago. Mind you, I’m now driving a truck (SUVs are trucks) and the KIA has a V-6 that really hauls ass. The book says 2.4L, but it looks to fill the entire engine compartment with nothing to spare. I have never tromped the pedal on this vehicle, never had to. But I’m lucky if I get 25 mpg on the road.

           Why did the bedding take all morning? Well, in this picture you can see the blankets and pillow set up. But always check first, as you don’t want to find surprises out on the road in the dark, or during really bad rainstorms. That’s the best time to nap, you get off the road and the rain keeps the van cool inside. So naturally, I was compelled by high club standards to crawl up in there and give it the user-test. When I woke up, it was noon.

           I am also putting the finishing touches on the Yeti case, and I got genexed. They design the battery to very fine specs, but the necessary power cables? Why, that is somebody else’s job. I had cutouts for where the two cables (one 12VDC and one 110VAC) feed out the back, but did not measure how far the stupid plugs extend out of the casing when plugged in.            Some of the staples had to be pulled. I got it over with, but you’d think by now the people who design these things would find something that works right. Instead, we have a three generations of lazy dorks who can tell you any problem you can even remotely tie to them is always somebody else’s fault.

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New Orleans eviction.
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           How poor was I in my teens? The poorest, and to this day, I have habits that prove it. One of my favorite snacks is day-old hamburger buns, toasted, with jam. Today, I prefer imported Egyptian raspberry jam, but the buns remain. Now that I’m not rejecting all beef any more, I have the buns around and my habit returned. Sigh.
           What’s this, the DSA (Democratic Socialists of America) are training “leaders” to form mass tenants organizations. The goal? To refuse to pay rent. Video from England shows the police slapping duct tape over the mouth of a man arrested for wearing a hat with a Union Jack pattern.

           Here in the States, we have an emerging problem. Disappointing voter turnout. In 2024, something like 64 million people, most of them Christian Republicans did not vote. Mind you, the count is based on early voting and most Republicans vote in person. California has refused to enforce voter ID laws and getting away with it. If the Democrats steal this election, there will be violence on some scale. I’m glad I’m 40 miles from any Blue city.
           A John Hopkins study shows 97.5% of Israeli inhabitants have no ancient Hebrew DNA. That’s the same school whose students have said reading too much makes you lose touch with reality. So instead of reading more about shift registers, I played bass for 45 minutes, including a tune I haven’t touched in a while. Freddy Fender’s “Wasted Days”.

           In the background a string of videos came up, clips of women 25 to 55 on about the problems of dating. Of course this got my attention, I love it when the shoe is on the other foot. I repeat that I am NOT that interested in their sob stories. Most of them are trolling, not dating, demanding things they could not possibly offer in return. You know, retro-active virgins, what’s the on-line term, “thirst trapping”? But what does interest me, you already know.
           I will not listen to men who complain about not meeting women. That situation is 100% their own fault, if not more. They are complaining about not meeting any women at all, the opposite of my predicament. No folks, what grabs my interest is one select portion of what these women say—the part I’ve always paid close attention to. You learn a lot by observing such behavior.

           They are, like myself, complaining about quality, not quantity. Give a man enough quantity, he’ll choose the pretty one. Give the same to a woman, she’ll go for tall men. It’s genetically hard-wired. Yes, there is something different now—the Internet has created a whole new class of women who know they belong to the same club. You’d think they’d benefit from collective experience. Instead you get droves of women who divorced because they found their husbands boring. Ladies, I got news for you. Most men are boring, and your marital status can’t change that.
           Women complaining about quality has always intrigued me. They have an infinite selection and still can’t connect. Yes, I do use the input to modify my search. If you have 27 minutes, here is a video I watched. My trained eye spots the two widely-spread categories. The women who have something to offer, and the majority. For me it is easy, if I walk into a place full of the latter, I walk right back out, but I admit I like a room full of women drinking and dancing. It’s my stage perspective at work, I think.
           Incidentally, to my naysayers, I can prove it any time. If I’m in the place, within 15 minutes some woman will be over talking to me and checking me out. But never the woman that I want. Those all seem to be taken. But I get to pick the venue, I play minute attention to where good women go looking. Very minute.

ADDENDUM
           I just saw the belt for my dryer “on sale” for $89. That’s another verification of how stupid the average consumer has become. Since, if the belt was available here as advertised, it would retail for $9, that implies the other $80 is shipping and handling. Think that one through. If Wal*Mart ordered a hundred of these things, the shipping and handling per belt would be negligible. But shipped one-by-one, the total multiplies out to $8,000 paid by the consumers so the store can save about $100. Yet some people swear shopping on-line saves money.

Last Laugh

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.

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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%.

Last Laugh

October 22, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 22, 2025, hmmm. 8 minutes.
Five years ago today: October 22, 2021, pancakes again.
Nine years ago today: October 22, 2017, science fair.
Random years ago today: October 22, 2012, they’re losers, anyway.

           According to Catholic doctrine, the Earth is 6030 years old today. No rest this morning, both neighbors cranked up machinery at 7:30AM and I think both the police and fire departments scheduled siren practice ten minutes later. I’m not complaining, there is another reason. After the workout on the dryer repair, I got a rare full 8 hours of sleep and I’m up today without the expected fatigue. One great outcome of the Internet is political grifters (so far 100% Democrats) are being exposed in almost real time. And where is the Wyoming pumpkin?
           I was getting some work done by 9:00AM, and should be getting the KIA ready since I already know I will decide to make the trip to Tennessee. Quit fooling myself, I know I’m going to go. I see the movie “Battle of Britain” is next on my watch list. Will I hold up today, or get to watch some RAF flyboys crawl out or their Hurricanes wearing full dress uniforms with combat medals a-jingle?

           Later in the morning, this picture captures a happy theme. Who puts a layer of poly over an empty beer bottle and a rusted cake pan? Somebody with surplus energy and the mind to wonder what might result. That’s correct, I kept a steady pace until noon without any accompanying side effects. Darn rights I’m pleased. Most of my yard shows the results of long term neglect, though I’ve addressed the worst. Today was what I’d call a normal day.

           The dryer is shoved back into place, laundry is folded instead of just hung on a hook, and every older or weathered box in the place got a fresh coat of free polyurethane. Free from the weekend. Nope, these are not sanded and pampered between coats. Just protect that wood from crying out too much and cracking.
           In other news, somebody went along my entire fence line and stole all the copper post caps. I’ll replace them but screw them into place. And set up the game cam, there are no teens or kids in this neighborhood. Macron, the French leader, actually stated that the pictures of riots and fires were A.I. fakes, what a moron. Because the world saw it happening in real time, not generated images. But his big mistake was implying Trump was lying about the participation of immigrants.

           And Musk is back in the picture, although just how is not clear. But it must be significant, as the Democrats have threatened him already. Nobody has forgotten his DOGE assignment that got 250,000 government employees fired last year, most of them Democrat deadweight. My interest is that Musk has told them he will come after anybody who tries to use politics against him (known as weaponizing), and more to my surprise, has said he will not necessarily stop at the government methods these kingpins hide behind. That could be most interesting.
           One more thing, is Musk how has experience dealing with lawfare. He knows well the value of a perfect alibi. They taught him. He’ll never do anything himself, but a Molotov cocktail through a window or two could be very therapeutic to the mentally deranged of our society.

           I plan a nap and also what I will read to fall asleep. Today, I chose a deeper look into shift registers. They were a new technology when I was in university and tended to either scare or baffle students. I understood them to be “chopping blocks” that read in 8 bits “backwards” so when they came out they were forwards. At the time, I was learning programming, so I didn’t really deep-learn the chip. Now, over 50 years later, I’m taking a second look.

Picture of the day.
Boone, IA, County Jail.
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           That was the Reb calling, and you know I just do not believe that the guy she has ready to look after Chooks is up to the task. He’s well-meaning but I’ve seen nothing but ineptitude when things go even mildly wrong. He’s got money, but that doesn’t mean he won’t forget a prescription. It’s weird, while I don’t doubt his overall competence, I highly mistrust his incompetence. There’s a backup caregiver, but he has a day job and lives 35 miles away.

           This “square” box got built this morning, another positive. It is stained with red cherry. I like this one though I’m not a fan of reddish stains. Another free sample, the cutting and joining time on this box is around twelve minutes in direct labor. Make no assumptions, because the indirect labor ranges from hauling the lumber from the store to the workbench, and the correct size nails don’t get into the air gun by themselves.

           No way I will let what I like affect good planning, and fence wood or not, most any stain makes the wood look “more expensive”. I’m shying away from dunking because of the challenges of storing the stain between usages. That brings spraying back into focus, unless you can think of any other way. The box decoration is what adds so much time I am now at the eight-hour mark and will stop any physical exertion to see if I’m over some kind of hump. I honestly feel fine but this gets treated no differently than any other stage of this mending. It all has a schedule of its own, don’t mess with it. This is day 266.

           Hours later, I report a good day, relatively speaking. (Watch that qualification.) I still required a nap, but it was invigorating. I was back outside tidying up the yard and moving the sleeping foam into the KIA. I set the game camera up to face the raccoon haunt again and ran everything loose through the laundry whether it needed it or not. I cleared with the neighbor to keep an eye on things if I head out, and here is one of two boxes I slapped together in no time.
           Why, it is an idiot box. Except this one is certified. I found a website of these obviously-A.I.’d junk photos and here is the result. For your admiration, after all, what other blog is going to present you such home-spun material? I was so satisfied with today, I baked a whole tray of banana nut muffins (from a mix) and had six of them for supper. Yes, I added an egg and a dash of cinnamon.
           I did not do a coffee run y’day and I’m out of K-cups. Most coffee drinkers know the selection at the grocery is really just two or three parent companies, but I still have my favorites and I’m out. Plus, my muffins came out slightly overdone because my oven mitts were in the dryer. Blog-worthy? Yes, in the sense these are signals that life may be gaining a little normalcy again.

ADDENDUM
           Wow, it’s already taken down but I saw that South African father empty two clips into three carjackers. All three are dead, the news is not this typical third world scenario, but that the regime said it did not happen because Blacks “are not allowed” in White areas at night. Mind you, I did say in 1970 that any system that allows such inequities to exist between the rich and the poor will always have very full jails. Too many people think real poverty is relative and anybody can work their way out of it.
           As they said in the old days, it is a little too quiet out there. No real electioneering from the far left means something else is cooking. The word on the street is vote Red and be ready for what follows. Most predictions are that a Democrat loss will result in huge riots and government obstructions, aimed at getting Trump to declare martial law.

           I see various flaws with that, the first being that the military is no longer woketard and would likely arrest any faction that tried to go there. These riots are largely staged and heavily dependent on hired help—remember the license plates and white-washed busses? These are professional paid agitators imported for the purpose, very expensive. The Democrats are out of money and are dependent on their media to inflate their cause and numbers. They are, it seems, also relying on their traditional methods of stealing votes. And this time, they will likely find people waiting for them.

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October 21, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 21, 2025, nope, still no license.
Five years ago today: October 21, 2021, remember Hot Girl?
Nine years ago today: October 21, 2017, $2,000 so far.
Random years ago today: October 21, 2008, the blood donor people.

           I don’t want to be the one that points out yet again that somebody on the Trump team is following this blog, but guess what? Trump is offering a reward (up to $30k) for anyone who provides data that results in a fraud conviction. Hmmm, I also suggested he do this with political opponents. This could get interesting. I had to turn the heater on. This means a beautiful day ahead. Here is a real Indian Army training film. It took a while to wait for the right day, but I got the dryer back together. So instead of impressing you with my hard work, you get this picture from the best of the videos.

           This was a crazy job, ten years ago an hour, today four hours. And I’m missing one screw; I got GenXed so no pictures for you. Win 11 leaves not indication if a flash drive is still linked, and the eject icon (if you can find it) does not show which link is active. Guess wrong, and the camera still does every function—except take pictures. I’m certain, somehow these AOLs are telepathically linked through a server in hell.

           The problem is fitting that replacement belt into place. It is positioned where you cannot see it, so it must be done by feel. And it turns out there are four ways this can be positioned. I actually got it right first time, but see that gap between the belts. It isn’t there on my machine. The two belts rub against each other. Possibly there is a gap once you reassemble the machine, but then you cannot see it or feel it.
           Hence the four hours and I am one tired cowboy. The chore reminded me Kenmore is one cheap-ass brand. It’s back together and working, at least the drum and heater, which is about it. The lid will not go back on and most of the panels had to be forced back into place. The dryer is in an elevated and covered deck, yet there are signs of rust and corrosion everywhere. Kiss my rosie red, America.

           Here is the dryer with the lid off as I prepare to re-install the lint filter cover. It’s only fun the first ten times you have to get up for another tool or something. You can see the dry deck and great lighting, there is no reason for this appliance to be so decrepit already. I have an excuse, I am past my expiry date. Hey world, I found the gumption to get this thing working again.
           It’s not over yet, there is no indication why that last belt snapped. It was otherwise in very good condition. I’ll monitor the performance for a while. That would have been at least a $250 or $300 job at a shop. And that is where I’m headed right after a big lunch break. Rice with port and onions. Garlic and curry, this follows a breakfast of eggs, sausage, toast, and coffee. That’s our blog-food mention and I’m claiming I needed it to keep up strength.
           That’s because I went over limit. That dryer needed man-handling to get at the innards and this time I did not pace myself. Same with walking back to the shed (twenty friggen times) to get something, I did not pause or rest, until the unit was back in operating condition, and there is a load of towels and underwear waster to test it with later. Yes, I own a lot of underwear, for unlike my brothers, I change daily. Now you know too much.

Picture of the day.
Roseate Spoonbill.
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           What did I learn today. I picked up this can of “sanding sealer”, out of curiosity. What’s it for? The label on the can has no instructions, it is 90% warnings. Says if you spill any on your shoes, you are supposed throw them away. It’s a highly recommended product but it is just primer. And talk about odor, it says use only in well-ventilated areas and they mean it.

           Whew, it don’t get much getter than in my leaky shed with a crosswind and both fans on. Recall your model airplane glue? This is about four times stronger. It looked nice in the can, so I applied it to some wood around the shop. Shines nice, but we’ll judge again when it dries. The stuff goes my several differing names, this is the first time I’ve tried it. It is volatile juice, you can smell that instantly.
           The mixture is also strange, it mixes but never blends. Left sitting, it moves in patterns by itself. I made a short video that I think resembles the red spot, on Jupiter. This movement here is shown in real time, you can see it swirling by itself in a distinct order toward the central dot. Why, if I was 30 years younger, I’d look into that. Unless I was too busy voting myself some free money, if you get my drift.

           Soon as I lay down, I was out for four hours But I have drying and a second load in the washer. This is consistent with every time I exert just a normal amount. I’m drained and the recovery time ranges from a day to a week. Here I am. The lesson is learned, I must plan for the day that I cannot even do this, I did not age gracefully. One day you are young, the next day you are into tapioca and walking slower than the dog.
           At least my woes are not self-inflicted. It seems the celebrities and such who fled America for the safety and social tranquility of Europe are having one hell of a time trying to get back into this country. At first they fell for the same trick as Canada. Everything seems swell for the first while. Then they find out what lower salaries and “free” healthcare are really about. Successful US business models get quelched under foreign socialism, and there is another factor nobody will mention. Those societies are static. Constantly trying to improve is not part of their fabric.

           The polls are thick with anti-Trump statistics and declarations. The message is to not bother voting because he has already lost. This time very few are falling for it, in fact, the general feeling seems to be that Trump as already quietly secured the election. His massive rallies have proven the best gauge twice already, three if you admit he really did win 2020. The undercurrent is that the Democrats one remaining chance is to create massive unrest.

           The catch there is that this time Trump and America are ready for it. In fact, one smart aleck posted a plan that knows the riots will be confined to blue cites. The moment they step in to rural turf, they’ll get their asses blown off. So, he continued, just use the army to seal the rioters in and let the cities bleed out. Sounds like a plan to me. We are now at the phase of pollster scandals, election subpoenas, and fraud busts.
           It’s not often MSM distractions make my day, but here is the Wyoming Pumpkin. Some smart aleck posted, “Run, Pumpkie, run!” Don’t let the Establishment pigs ruin your day. At latest report, Pumpkie had made it 63 miles toward the Florida State line.

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October 20, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 20, 2025, an ambulance, you say.
Five years ago today: October 20, 2021, I survive McDonalds.
Nine years ago today: October 20, 2017, for an uncertain future.
Random years ago today: October 20, 2012, a lot more.

           NASA featherbedding has cost the USA most of the space race. Reports from Japan are a successful launch of a mission to return samples from a moon of Mars. Not until 2031, but more ambitious than anything NASA has planned. And most of that breaks no new ground. Even the hardware is 30 years old. That’s twice as old as many home-schooled children who are attaining the level of Bachelors and Masters degrees. True, those are the lowered standards of our time, but still. It demonstrates public school is daycare geared toward hoodlums.

           France continues to burn, and I love the meme showing that bland-looking broad trying to stop her store from being looted by screaming she voted for immigration. Jokes on you lady. Rumors are getting past censors indicating that police have been fired on by AK-47s and Skorpions (a machine pistol that costs around $360).

           Here’s a picture of some kind of warming pot. Probably from the hot dog cart. The thing is, I dropped it and it rings like a bell. Testing it several ways, it chimes. Wish I had found this before I made my doorbell contraption. It’s a little dirty here, I was using it to store rusty bolts. There is picture of the F-boxes with knobs, showing they do not at all turn out bad-looking once that “weathered oak” stain has a day or two drying time. It does change.
           My new smart phone is up to Google shenanigans again. This time it is mucking around with text messaging again, constantly switched itself to RCS (Rich Communications Services) which is a tracking and recording, while I prefer SMS which works anywhere and does not require a smart phone. RCS requires a WiFi connection, but disguises that by instantly reverting to SMS when the connection fails. But my main objection is this type of behind-the-scenes tinkering that relies on a majority of sheeple users. If there is nothing funny going on, why are they secretive?

           There are many new videos showing restored 50s and 60s cars very much in demand. Did I ever mention it was attempting to fix up an older car that taught me about infrastructure costs. I knew it was there, but had to learn first that I did not have it, second that it would take half my life to get it. The alternative was to own nothing and be very unhappy. I’ll explain.
           It looks like one could just by a car and work on it. Wrong. You need a covered place to park and work on it. A ton of tools, idle time, and a way to move it if you do. You cannot park it on the street, most places will not let you work on it in a driveway. It’s when you add up the tens of thousands of dollars you need just to begin work that you realize, as I did, that it is a rich man’s hobby.

           But it must be a hard lesson for most people, as they never learn. They give money to welfare and charity without realizing it does not provide infrastructure, which I figure costs at least twenty times as much. True, there is some infrastructure provided by society with roads, buslines, and libraries. None of it really helps. Just few days back I was listing some of the more direct logistics surrounding mailing a letter. I estimate for most people to be able to post a letter on demand, like the letter I wrote to this morning, would set most people back around $75 not counting the costs of travel and time to put it all together.
           For example, I reached for my small envelopes on the shelf, hit the printer button on my keyboard, listened for the paper in the ink-jet to rattle, peeled a stamp off my supply, and grabbed a pen as I hand-address most letters. Not one of those activities happens by accident. I further know that if you fall too far behind on any of the steps, if collapses the whole plan unless you have a backup—and it has to be maintained between times of not mailing letters or it will cost you even more. And that is why people on welfare stay on welfare and stupid people stay stupid.
           For anybody that wonders what it costs to mail a single letter right from scratch, it is around $78. If you use a computer, that is not from scratch, you would either incur the cost of getting to the library, or if hand-written, the time invested to relearn the art of letter-writing. It’s a complicate calculation to get it all moving, so the true cost is close to what I estimated.

Picture of the day.
Erosion in the Atacama.
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           Still no word back from the lady at the paint place. I made a pair of fake boxes with her name and e-mail on the side panels. Seeing their name in lights sometimes kick-starts people. One of my peeves is people who don’t answer their mail. Alberta did not vote to separate, which is suspicious right there. They did vote to have say over who can immigrate there, and voted on the right to restrict who can collect welfare. I did not know Canadians were allowed to vote on such things, it being the top welfare state in the hemisphere.

           I have a small electric motor I cannot place. I know I’ve seen these before, but only on electric go-karts. But those were DC and this one appears to be AC. I think I tore it out of something while after something else and forgot it. Maybe an air compressor—but if so why is the motor reversible? Hey, unlike what I saw at the therapy place, at least I have a mind left that can ponder these things.

           The election will dominate things for a while. I’m doing nothing I can top that with. But I did get a laugh how Democrats have put forward a bill prohibiting immigration agents within 40 feet of voting stations. Why, when they have gone on record swearing no illegals are voting. Ha, it is classic how Trump has got them revealing such blatant hypocrisy, he’s the boss at this. The underlying predicament for the liberals is if they lose power, they cannot block investigations into their pasts like they have in the past. Will they fight or flee, they must do one.
           Another blow to their operations is Trump’s revamp of the social security system. Around 15% of the claims were fraudulent. They found 17 million deaths had not been recorded, but would not say where they were found, like nobody can guess. The curious statistic is how 25 million of the records had the citizenship box left blank. It looks like the party is over. The sad part is the Republicans will not arrest and jail the wrongdoers.

           The Reb called, there is a glimmer of hope out west, the producer wants another showcase, meaning most of the team will have seen her twice. Hard to argue with people who like that show, that’s the material that comes on the car radio as we drive around. I’ll wait a week and see how finances pan out, but I need to get to Tennessee for my own sanity. It’s not that there are no good people in Florida, but they have so much damage that needs undoing. Unless you’ve got years of experience being a slug, you’ll find nobody here on your wavelength.

           It was Festus day, and we are two tired old guys surrounded by cats. Friendly cats over there because he feeds them three times a day. On the way back in the dark, I stopped in the shed to stain three or four boxes to discover my airtight stain sealing jars are not so airtight after all. Since they are properly sealed glass jars, I may have to rethink how I’m going about this. Even free stain, the kind I favor, can’t last long enough if poured out of the can even once to be economical.
           It turns out if you are okay with fractions, reading the venier calipers is actually rather easy, but I see the pitfall. The how-to videos, every one of them, presumed you knew which scale to read. Most people would naturally get this wrong. (You read the gross measurement off the fixed scale and the fine measurement on the sliding scale.) Metric is easy, it was that 128th marking that was throwing me. I practiced it until I got it.
           Also, none of the videos explained what to do when none of the scales matched up. (You use the closest one.) For me this has a practical application. The fine scale on a sextant is a Vernier dial. I’ve seen sextants using a scale instead, but that gets hard to see in the wind and the rain. I keep a cheat set of calipers in the desk, mainly for matching rather than reading the thing—but this little project was a lot of fun. From now on, I promise to pay attention.

ADDENDUM
           A continent in turmoil, starting with France. The place is on fire and the BBC is blasting out that it is only peaceful student protesters. The Palestinian terrorists in England have slated late November for all-out attacks, like they said they would 30 years ago. Omar has posted on, of all places, Gab. The one place she will find no support and is likely to pinpoint her whereabouts. She’s still on the run, claiming Trump has relentlessly attacker her without provocation for ten years.
           As if nobody knew, a polling firm that supplied survey results to Democrat MSM media has been caught faking their data. Called Wedgewood, I say they are just one of many outfits that manipulate and falsify data. My interest in this one is that I believe A.I. was used to expose them. A couple of journalists fed them false info to see how it affected results, and knowing journalists are not that smart, have a hunch this was due to A.I.

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October 19, 2026

Yesteryear
One year ago today: October 19, 2025, the McCartney illusion.
Five years ago today: October 19, 2021, I need the shade.
Nine years ago today: October 19, 2017, rustburgers, ha!
Random years ago today: October 19, 2013, toy solar panels.

           Isn’t this potato day in 2011? The A/C was off overnight. Will I ever get used to such dead silence? I’m doing terrible at my favorite work puzzles this week. I just don’t know sports slang. Big troubles in Europe, but only because the nationalists are still organizing. But not my birds, the dawn chorus has begin. A check of the news shows the recent spate of anti-Trump bombast has tapered off to nothing. The Ohio and Georgia early voting is a disaster for the Democrats in what looks like a 40% drop. It’s like the cheaters know ICE is watching this time. Isn’t today when Alberta votes on separation?

           Take a look at these brand new F-boxes. That’s the weathered oak finish and it is not as nice as it seemed when applied to smaller objects. Again you get a day of box activity, not much else. These are still excellent boxes. The latest model using only 16 staples instead of the previous 28. This is partially due to spacing the staples more evenly, and finally used the correct size staple for this lumber thickness.
           The lady from the paint place now has 8 photos of similar boxes, but she has not returned any e-mail. So, we will assemble a box with her name on it and see if the spurs any response. The neighbor was over to chat and we got to talking hobbies. He reports the same decline in fellowship since retirement as myself. That is, twenty years ago I knew twenty musicians. Today I know three or four. He says same with his artist group. You’d think Florida would be stuffed full of older, talented people, seeking the like-minded.

           Another expensive study from “Neurology” magazine reveals that older people over 66 who get off their asses do not rot away like TV-addicts. It was this week in 1953 a professor named Brown flew his “antigravity” disks around a 50 foot course in Pearl Harbor. The Army quickly took over the project. Neither the disks or Brown have been seen or heard from since. I’ve also read elsewhere that story is bogus.
           Here’s a shot of the boxes being fitted with knobs. You’ll have to hunt around for the explanation. I guess the finish isn’t all that bad, I just don’t care for it.

           A.I. music promotion and distribution. It is so nice to have someone call up and talk about this for 35 minutes. I mean, compared to what other women talk about. From my perspective, it is always nice to have not just a backup plan, 99% of which are just talk anyway, but to have it in low-key operation simultaneously. She mentioned a couple used by people she knows, so if I find any data, I’ll pass it one. I’m in the middle of a lethargic spell.
           My changed VPN network today has me positioned in Canada. I don’t know if that is such a great way to keep anonymous. Then, there is the requirement to have both a phone capable of text messaging and an e-mail address for almost any government business these days. Yet, these are among the very simplest things to fake for getting any ID.
           What’s this? Modern Times, the restaurant with no prices, is bankrupt. People paid what they thought it was worth, but as usual these days, that lasted only until the third worlders move into the parking lot. Rumor has it since ICE began enforcing immigration laws, the place was also having staffing problems.

Picture of the day.
Nice, but is it coffee?
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           I was on-line doing my annual check of e-mails and contacts. Yep, the system has totally tightened up. After only 36 years, MicroSoft finally caught on to my system of circular references. And I cannot access my oldest e-mail accounts without something current, or giving them a valid working phone number—and they are now insisting that number must be set to accept SMS (text messaging). I thought this over while working on the Yeti box. Here is today’s progress showing the cutout to expose the front panel outlets. This might get snickers from carpentry majors while for me, this is precision work. Visible in one of the plug ports at back. What’s going on here is the rope handles are not yet fastened. They are dipped in glue and drying in the sun, to stop unraveling.

           The handles are rope so they remain flexible. I don’t know where the box will have to fit. Tighter spots means your hands have to fit around a rigid design to get a grip. These ropes are cut to length that the hand loop is higher that the top of the box, allowing it to be set into place from the top, not just slid in from the side.

           Omar is on the run. Another spate of athletes with blood clots in the lungs, all vaxxed of course. On Mars, the rover Perserverance has passed the World Record of 28 miles traveled on another planet. No word on who came in second.
           Time for another trap setup. I don’t need to set up the game cam to know we have another possum visitor. Folks, they are harmless, they eat pests, and they know how to get into this building. The thing is, they are not that great at hiding. I was up late again, fitting knob (some call then drawer pulls) to the fake boxes from this morning (fake or Fake, capitalization makes no difference here). But I had time so I hauled out my cheapest pair of calipers, and studied them. Then I heard something bump in the kitchen. I didn’t bother to go look, it’s a possum.

           Now these calipers and knobs. There’s an unlikely blog pair for you. The knobs usually come with a mounting screw that is too long for mounting on the thinner lumber of my boxes. There are various ways to shorten them, the fastest being bolt cutters. All methods create a small tag on the end of the screw which must be filed away before it will fit back into the knob. The only grinder I have is way out in the shed. So, I investigate calipers out of curiosity.

           I’m okay with tenths of an inch, but I have a scale labeled 1/128th. It’s not my imagination that most people cannot naturally add such fractions. Yet reading a caliper is probably something everybody should learn once and promptly forget it like I did. Well, 1/128, today is the day I find out why you even exist. First, take another look at the progress on the Yeti box. The front access panel shown nearby also reveals the heavier duty construction of this casing. It almost looks armored. Just say I’ve learned my lessons about boxes that get banged around more than usual. I learned the same about women around 55 years ago.

           Now back to calipers, specifically Vernier calipers, because they do not need batteries. What remarkable times, I found two videos that convinced me I’m okay with tenths of an inch. The 1/128th scale involves adding fractions by converting to common denominators. Fine, if you do that for living. All it did was convince me to stay away from it.
           Worse, when you get results that are factorable, you then must reduce the fraction. Each step is an opportunity for error. The biscuits I use for laser labels are 2-35/128” wide. The distance between prongs on an electric plug is 13/32”. And the diameter of a US dime is 91/128”, or call it 17.9mm. If this does not put me to sleep, what will? Possibly listening to Tampa radio, but I’m enjoying the silence. I’ve been living in the city so long, the silence seems almost eerie.

ADDENDUM
           Later, I see the last of my 1990 e-mail addresses have been canceled by MicroSoft and AOL. TMOR, this is what is wrong with America. These are software companies that have to right to know anything about you, but now they are insisting on full identification. And on top of that, the right to locate and contact you at their convenience. They are already keep secret records on everybody they can. They say it is for safety and security.
           That is bogus. The system already knows who the bad operators are. But they are not after the bad guys. They are using that as an excuse to keep tabs on everybody, or gradually lock them out of the system. No phone? Then you cannot even order a pizza. I’m going to think this over, with an eye to seeing if I can defeat or bypass that system. Nothing illegal, like I said, these companies have no authority to do what they are doing. But we now have a third generation groomed for complacency and Internet compliance.
           For that matter, MicroSoft is ten or more years into planning to cut off all users except those with an active account which includes their identity. I notice when Redmond cuts something out of their new releases. Things like DOS and QBASIC are quietly dropped—these are items that allow computer apps to be created and run locally on a non-Internet computer. Mind you, only for those people who have the brains to do it. Who else would notice the pattern to what’s disappearing?

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