Sleep was... generous.

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Little things, but combined?  Improvements, in warmth, or cool, as needed... wanted.  A more supportive platform, yet an elevated one so air flow under, and over, is possible?  And the feet don't lay wrongly on the floor.  They can hang over, a bit, if needed at a moment, or be curled in and under, as required, desired.

Comfortable sleep, healthy sleep, the allowance for better sleep, is... a technology.  Much like showers, if most don't (yet anyway) appreciate all that goes into a warm or hot shower.  Or indoor plumbing, to be honest, sum total.  How many such techs keep the world, as we know it, afloat?  From automobiles to (or once) medical, to aviation (if that has been stolen by fascists, as with medical), to... even shoes and clothes (avoid "sun protected", though, that is a sterilizer... human sterilizer), so much tech.  Though, so much of it has, at this point, been weaponized against who it was supposed to support.  Refrigeration, to meat and other foods, at volume... if quality is largely, vastly, slipping (on purpose?).  How many great empires were lost to food degradation, and the costs of that?  Don't know, but South America is full of them.  Europe?  the Middle East?  Everywhere, empires, nations, allies, and enemies, lost to their own designs.

Gah!

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First try didn't work.  A lot of time wasted.  Attempted to use an external harddrive for storing the backup.  Nope.  Or, at least, the console couldn't find it.  Albeit, I had used it to store a lot of games, as well.  Okay.  Fine.

So, I fund some flash drives, thumb drives, whatever.  Checked several out.  The problem is, as it was set up, they didn't have enough space for the backup.  So... I removed the shells of the games... the main of them are kept on the ssd.  Then tried.  There was enough space, so I am having it backup to that.  If... it works.

I'll find out after it takes it's pokey time backing up the system.  Then, after I change in the ssd and to a reinstall.  Or... attempt to do one.  It might not work.  This is why people hate working with this crap, at times.  The instructions are clear as mud.  It's more like invocations, some luck, and just chance, whether doing it one way, or another, or the other, will work... or not.  It eats time.  If I want time eaten, it is in playing stupid games, not waiting for a timekiller to become functional.

Ah, something about cooking.

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Well, and baking.  And... a number of other forms of heating while combining foods.

Non-stick coatings, of almost any kind, are at best merely reduces fertility.  Not... a good thing.  But, if you are beyond fertility, it does increase the risk for cancer.  Remember when the conspiracy theorists were telling you that about cigarettes and tobacco in general?  You... all knew.  You ignored.  Fair enough.  It's probably the same with this.  Most of you do know.  But, it's easier to just keep using.  They are light, seemingly easy to clean, don't take any skill to use...  I'm telling you, if you are younger, want children, don't use those pans.

If you do ignore that advice, then make sure to change them every few years.  They begin to break down, even if they don't look like it.  Which means those items, such as waffle makers?  With teflon plates?  Are toxic as hell after a few years.  And, with the vaxx?  Double your money, raised to the i.  I suppose, until lawyers are allowed to sue for it, nothing will change.  But that only happens when the makers and sellers show they are mostly conservative (for... whatever that means at times, really).  But, if they are mixed bag, or all liberal, they are untouchable... for now.

I have learned to cook with stainless and high-carbon.  It... takes some practice.  It takes more fats.  But, if I can do it, anyone can do it.  I no longer worry about my food, so much.  Cooking, mostly, from fresh.  Cooking in right cookery.  Cooking using ingredients I am sure aren't from China, or filled with chemicals as much as possible.  I'll die, I just won't die because someone slowly poisoned me, probably on purpose.  I do wonder how many of these companies are truly Satanic, at this time... or... whichever demon they do worship (or "old god", same difference usually).

So, when I show these videos, I have to comment.  Don't do as they show, do as you should.  Avoid non-stick.  Use stainless, high-carbon steel, or cast iron, the latter is better for women as it offers iron into their food, something many women are sorely deprived... for their womanly issues.

I just had to clear that.  I hate when I see them, and it's all of them, using bad cookery to make otherwise good food.  It would be like watching a French chef do his work, then piss in it before serving.  Something... evil about it.  But... it is y.t.  They want to reduce carbon emissions, though only of one sort.  Look in the mirror.  You are their target.  Or they wouldn't have pushed industry to China, India, Vietnam, and other places so corrupt, incompetent, and outright evil where these things are completely destroying their lands and people.  No, they just want people gone, and while wine (the slow decay over time) is fine, whisky (the fast and exceptionally exploitive methods of strip mining, and else) are quicker.  And they are into quickness.

So... there.  Later.

Stuck, but... thinking.

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I have a rolling jack, but it isn't working.  For whatever reason, it crossed my mind tonight.  It is a very hand mechanism.  I think it is rated at several tons, so can handle the Xterra.  And most passenger trucks and cars.  A very handy unit.  If it works.  The last time I tried to use it, it had no lift, and was actually difficult to lower.  Gravity would not function to lower it, as has been true in the past.

I figured it would be easy to fix.  And, I suspect it will be.  Still, without particular experience, or the manual...  So, I went looking.  Without knowing the brand, not sure it is on there.  And, probably being from Sears... which mostly doesn't even exist at this point, I just went generic.  In this case, I think from Harbor Freight, so literally and virtually generic.  Not... always a bad thing, just... it is what it is.

I went to order the oil, but the link took me to a different product.  I looked around a bit, and found the right product, at a quarter the price.  Odd how those things work.  *dirty side glance*  Still, so it is on order.  Oh, and... I just thought... perhaps looking for a multi-pack of o-rings.  Those are excellent to have, anyway.  Whenever I need objects de mechanicals, for this or that, I generally order a wide array.  Sure, with these, they will age.  But, often, it surprises me how long things really do last.  So, I will go looking for those, after this.

And, yes, I... think I can get that thing working before long.  I need to change oil, soon, anyway.  I just... may need some help, sorting things out.  I have, honestly, never changed oil.  Or a tire.  It has never crossed my path... the tire.  Oil?  My size, lack of garage or safe place to do it for most of my life, and then just... "gravity of incidences prior" made it so I didn't think about it, when a garage, and driveway, were available.  Well, and truly, health.  I'd like to learn to do this, even if it really isn't necessary.  It's... the idea.  Perhaps and learn to do other things as well.  Breaks?  Headlights?  Who knows.

Ah, the vid.  Just... thinking you might have similar interests, problems, or simply be curious about things.  Who knows where knowing a little something might be worth it for your own good.  Even if it is just an intellectual thing you pass on to someone else.  Save some coin, possibly, too?  Who knows.

Couldn't sleep.

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Looked for a few ideas, while awake.  Things to think about, for good or ill.

Odds and ends, mostly for prepping, things to do, or some combination.  To be honest, I don't think hunting will be high on anyone's mind.  Oh, there will be a flush of hunting, if things go bad.  Right until there is nothing left to hunt.  Look at Africa, to find out what happens when bushmeat is allowed to be culled.

After bushmeat is gone, they begin to go after the cattle.  That ends up in a war.  Lots of people get killed in range wars.  Well... it's the way things go.  When people are starving, they aren't so worried about laws.  Heck, being shot, or even hung, is better than starvation.  Far better than watching one's family starve.

Still...  If that has nothing to do with anything, necessarily.  Now, I have few such needs, in any of these directions, mostly.  Well, can always use more food, and better, keto, storage, foods.  And, I'd love to get into pottery, if I'm not sure about the whole clay gathering thing.  It's a lot of work.  And, then, work, on work, on work.  But, in a world that has shut down, it might be... something to do.  As well, making your own black powder would lead you to make your own charcoal, so... things could mix and match.

Anyway... a few ideas, potentials, and prep ideas.

Nearly 13:00.

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Noonish?  Or, is it noon from start to stop?  If so, then noon it is.

A nap.  Just... couldn't keep rolling through.  Down at nearly eleven, up just a bit after... well... noon.  *grins*  Funny how words can complicate simple seeming matters.  If thoughts come first?  Then an attempt at definition?  Either learning what tradition says, or creating it from scratch.  Is conformation always correct?  I would say it is better, simply to understand and to be understood.  So... yes, conformity is... a form of wisdom.  If... however, that isn't the goal of all, or even many?

It is 78 out there.  I visited the rabbits.  Just to say hello, look in on them.  No signs of kitting.  I think they are finished.  Really, it looks like I am just waiting for them to die.  I'll keep trying to get them to go at it, if nothing else, just because they would, and more often, if they could.

Hungry, but not really quite ready to cook.  Or even eat.  I have stuff I could put together, in short order.  I am just... hungry, but not that hungry.  I may fast today.  Fatted coffee, however.  If with calories, I don't really consider it food.  

Oh, about food?  I have heard that chia seed doesn't add anything like the omega 3s it has stored.  As little as one percent is actually transferred.  As a vegetal source, it needs to be translated, and just a bit of it actually is.  Still, it is a really good breakfast, otherwise.  Filling, without being fast carbs.  All fiber carbs, not a bad thing... within moderation.  Good for a few breakfasts a week.  Not today.

It is up to 78 out there, but is staying around 70 inside, for now.  That won't last.  Partly cloudy, but very partly.  A few wisps of puff, here and there, trying to figure out where to go to gather, or how to dissipate fully.  Not even really enough to try to make shapes from.  More something to have pity toward.  Though they probably do, collectively, bring some small amount of cooling.

Well... I'll... try to figure out to do a few things.  Or just rest well.  My ribs are feeling better.  The nap was wonderful.  Dreams within dreams, of soft, fluffy, pillows... in pairs, with perks.  Just... saying.  Didn't see them, dreaming without sight, just resting... on pillows.  Grapes would have been nice too.  :p

Have a good day.  Later.

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Out of curiosity, I researched Starlink.  I have no idea what their up/down load times are, or else.  But, in my area, you start with $650 in equipment and shipping, and $110 a month (probably with tax, fees, extra costs), though even if that is at face value, it... is nearly double what I am paying.  So... well... I looked.  Not sure I would have gone that way anyway.  But... was curious.  Now I know.

Still pretty cool out there.

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Up nine points, to 41, just a bit before 08:00.  I had to close the windows.  The cold was getting into the house.  It had dropped from 68 when I came down to 65.  Very strange, those windows had been open all night already.  Maybe morning air movement was bringing it in, but I didn't feel that.  Just, of a sudden, a sudden frigid environment.

Someone is visiting very old posts.  I'm never sure why.  Just as stories?  Is there some understanding, belief, or the want of such?  I never can tell why.  Some of those stories bring back rather strong memories.  Nancy, Shelly before her, the pressures of chastity when... I didn't know better, of my own accord.  I simply knew that... some things weren't allowed by civil society, in spite of almost being pushed by it?  The confusion as lies build up and pregnancies can happen.  It's all a trap, and, yet, not.  It just seemed, doing the right thing, or the wrong thing, made me the bad guy.  Even by the bad guy who became the good guy who... wanted me to be the bad guy.  I was the bad guy, I just... didn't want to... make babies, quite yet.

Other memories, thoughts.  Someone is digging.  Dreams, which... may or may not have anything to do with a past I don't remember.  Dreams, of course, always have elements of fiction, or often can.  But... not always.  And, not always the one some suspect.  I account my dreams as well as I may.  Even if I know something in the dream is not accurate to life, I write it as I dreamed it, not as I know it.  And I pretty much stick to the script, even if I don't like the script.  The dream isn't mine to alter.

But very strange what is being picked to review.  All good.  I do see that my blog, like myself, is slowly dying.  I'm not sure which will hit bottom first.  Probably the blog.  I am not even certain it is being allowed visibility, if I do my part in that.  I think other parties make even a direct search difficult.  If one doesn't have a link to a post by which to enter, access may not be easily made.  My guess, then, is this is an old timer.

Just a bit more awake.

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I called my mother.  Just a short verbal visit.  They are having a cold day.  Then again, our temp dropped from ~70 when I woke to 64 by 17:00 or so.  They are getting rain, anyway.  We might end up with some ourselves, again.  It looks like China is getting most of it?  *grins*  I feel bad for the people, not the government.  Often that is the case, becoming the case even in what was once America.

I have been considering another device for the kitchen.  An air fryer.  But... room!  I have the instapot and a blender/mixer machine set up, but finding room for something else would be tricky.  Then I saw it.  There are lid air fryers which fit the instapots!  But, I wanted one which doesn't use non-stick anything.  Don't trust that stuff.  Bad, bad, stuff.

Then I saw it.  One which not only uses steel, but also uses glass instead of plastic.  It's as close as I could find to exactly perfect.  It will be as good as it gets, too.  If I can just buy it before they change it!  Do I need it?  No.  But I might well be able to utilize it well.  Plus, it wouldn't take more space, mostly.

I asked my mother if she has an instapot.  She does, a gift from her silly son?  Something like that.  I asked if she would consider an air fryer lid for it.  Digging for gift solutions.  Nope!  I don't even think she really likes or uses the instapot?  Who knows.  She says she does, but... I don't know.

Anyway...  It's on my mind.  Crispy food is one of my favorite things.  I'm not sure if it is more efficient than the oven, but it would be easier to clean.  Just... a consideration.  Oh, and a thought others have put forth, is to use the pressure cooker side to cook the food, and the air fryer to crisp it, such as with drumsticks, or ribs.  I could see that.  Food gadgets are what I have left of my nerd instincts.

Later.

Not bad.

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Not bad at all.  I got out there and started on the cages.  I set up one of the empty ones close.  It had to have a feeder, waterer, and the vertical hay feeder set up.  Done?  Yes, and surprisingly quickly.  I learned how to use the rebar tie kit almost... intuitively.  Not that it is difficult, but some people... are... some people.  I... can't remember, always, if I am one of those some people.

I fixed all the rest of the hay feeders, with the latches a friend brought.  I set a few other things to rights, and then put one of the males into his own little cage.  I will probably be moving these guys out the outbuilding.  He is my tester.  I hope he does well, will tell the next few days.

Then I went out to the cages in the outbuilding.  Four were set up, if two may have been set wrongly... the feeder... too high.  It took a bit, using tin snips to cut through.  I would have fixed it then and there, but I started seeing stars.  Stars?  It isn't that hot.  Ah!  Diabetes?

I can't say it is too bad, yet.  But blood sugar is 90.  That is with 25 cc's of the slow acting last night, and 8 cc's twice, with two of my three meals.  Very light meals though.  I probably should put something else together to eat.  I am not up to a larger or cooked meal...  Oh, I have bratwursts left over, and eggs.  Oh, better, I think I have bacon!  I really do like bacon and eggs.  Even still.  Especially the gooder stuff, and cooked very well.  I... have improved, and it does improve taste, texture, and else.

Anyway.  So, yes.  After I sort out food, and if that allows me to feel better, then on to a shower and shave.  And, maybe, sorting out a cleaning solution.  Then, perhaps, some cleaning in the bathroom.  It won't be a lot.  But it is something.  It is... if nothing else... a start.  That is all I can every hope for, after stoppages and slow-downs.

I think things might pick up, or soon.  We did get the start of some weather.  Wind, and clouds.  Something is coming, or in a hurry to pass through.  Time will tell.  Medicine has all been taken, save nightly slow acting insulin.  No other insulin will be had.  Day medicine has been taken.  All good.  Later, or good night?

A new cool tool?

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I don't know how cool it is?  New, yes.  It... may be cool.  If it works.

When trying to get things attached to the rabbit cages, the effort hasn't been greatly successful.  The wire gets bound, or the needlenosed pliers catch and don't really get the solid tight grip hoped.  It looks good, or right, but I get the feeling that there is room for the rabbits to push out and get out.

This, however, I am hoping, will twist the wire ties down to a very solid grip.  Further, while I can use the ties that came with it, I am betting, with just a bit of work, I could use whatever gauge of whichever metal wire that might work.  I can craft little ties, if need be.  I am too tired to tinker today, but they arrived a bit ago.

Oh... I did find out what the attempted billing was.  It was for a game I stopped playing a very long time ago.  They were letting the Chinese, and other hackers, break in and use the game anyway.  I couldn't keep the game to myself, so stopped playing.  I am sure I never put it on autopay.  Thankfully my bank called it.  They must get enough complaints about that company.  Done and done.

As for work today?  I am still hoping so.  It isn't terribly warm, but at 50, calm, and mostly sunny, I did turn off the furnace and open windows and doors to a degree.  Plus I put a fan on up here in the front room.  It is 68 inside.  Well, at the moment.  I can't quite tell if it is still dropping, though maybe not.

I had turned the furnace up yesterday, and until I shut it off.  I had it at 74, because I needed warmth yesterday.  I had left it off for a few days, accidentally, and just not been able to be aware of the problem.  Which added to the misery index, as the house had dropped to 62.  Okay sleeping temp, not a good working or living temp.  So, it might still be dropping.  I don't mind down to 66, if I am not working... or... actually better if I am working.  If working, 66 feels like the 70's.

I did get the cat litter managed.  Two fresh boxes, and one with some of the best of the old litter.  All cleared, completely.  I also got that and much of the trash ready to go.  That which was in the can.  I need to finish getting trash from here and there.  If I can do that, and a shower, and a break, the hope is to start dishes, and maybe run a load of laundry... to be hung.  Maybe two if I think I can get them both out.

Who knows.  I have done a bit.  Still surrounded in a cocoon of pain, but... as that shell of warmth when swimming in cold water, there is an odd comfort from it.  I... don't always understand, though I think this is about the balance of it.  Nothing hurts too terribly if I don't think about it.  And with everything hurting, it all become a background noise-like thing.  Nothing stands out.  It is comforting because I am so... familiar with it.

I have heard that a saint suggested we should embrace suffering.  For, in heaven, there will not be a chance at it.  I... am... thinking that saint might be a bit dingy.  But... there... may be something to it.  I... go back and forth on that.  Still, I... have a place for it.  I do believe those, as with me when I was there, in purgatory, can use it.  And I send it.  As well, if accepted in a humbling way, it does bring me to Christ and a better understanding of His walk.  And His path, and contemplation of it, does make my path much easier.  Amen.

Soup and collecting waterers.

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Actually, shutting the ducks in as well.  I went to bed too early to get them to go in.  Still, a partial night of protection can be better than none.  It depends on what predators roam, when they might check, and else.  Sometimes they are open all night, though rarely.  More often, as tonight, they are open for a bit long into the night.  I can't control my sleep well enough to change that.  For the moment.  Though missing a spot in a general time, for long, is rare.

I called my mother today.  The doc isn't sure about a hip replacement.  Not believing it will help.  Thinking it may be from the lower back.  She has had two back surgeries, so... if that... it may be scrubs.  The way of pain may just be her lot.  I... understand.  I also know it isn't a... nice option.  I've been living it for decades now.  It... gets difficult toward the end.  She may have a good lot of time left, as I suspect I do.  Next time we discuss talk, I will offer her my best reliefs when no relief is possible.

When pain is beyond management with what I have to me, I contemplate the scourging and crucifixion of Jesus.  The other option is to offer this pain for the relief of those in purgatory.  I contemplate specific people half of the time.  I offer it more generally the other half.  Does it help?  Well... yes.  It may not take the pain, remove it, but it makes living with it much... easier.  It really does.  As mentioned, it turns a shame to a grace.

They are having warmer weather.  That helps with things.  It's easier to smile, through it all, on a good, warm, spring or spring-like day.  Three weeks until spring happens, she suggested.  I go by the weather.  And, to be honest, I see it heading that way.  At 24 F nights, and 32 F and more days, it's not quite there.  Especially with the 32 and more feeling colder than the 24, usually.  Tonight there is a cold wind from the north.  Not a high wind, just a medium, but solid.  During the days, it's been windy often.  Along with that moisture and the wind, it's... just cold.

I think I mentioned what I hope to do.  Getting chores done quickly will help.  A shower, to warm, will help.  The soup will help.  Trying to do the little things, like tending litter, picking up small areas, fixing or solving this problem or difficulty... the little things make the big things possible.  And the little things can be done when the big things are too much.

Feeling much better.

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I don't quite understand.  I woke so broken feeling that I wasn't sure about some things.  Sure, I wasn't able to work.  But I have been awake... from 16:00 to 10:00, so far.  I am just about to hit chores.  I probably won't do much more, but I will probably be awake for a while longer.  Noon?  14:00?  18:00?  Who knows.  I would guess between the last two.

I tried tylenol first?  That simply didn't work.  Later I took anacin, which did work.  Oddly, those two usually work on the same types of pain.  Why I went with anacin anyway?  I try to, mostly, use aspirin.  The others aren't as good with a bad ticker.  I attempt to follow manufacturers recommendations.  Well, third party, hopefully, indentured servants to the Manufacturer anyway.

Though, possibly, the pain was in small, if probably large or nearly totally due to dehydration.  I was getting swelling, so I took a few waterpills.  I... don't think the swelling was from excessive hydration.  It was inflammation, of some sort.  So, I drained, drained more, and didn't have enough to cover that.  I... am pretty sure.  I know how that feels, and it felt like it... on steroids.

Oh, beside women and war, something else I am dreaming of is...

Late, for reasons, and a really good find.

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I finished chores.  A bit late.  I still need to reset waterers, but food is ready.  I have the chicken out, warming.  I hate cold meaty squishy... at least room temp... so it will be.  I did wash off the freezer, and have set one load, then just recently reset it and set another.  Both are smaller loads, but will do for a start.  As well, I have cycle the kefir through.

Finally, though, I remembered the ribs!  I was a good boy, if a bit late.  So, I got those out.  Just a bit... rough.  I rinsed them, smelled.  Just ever so slightly off.  I baked them for 30 minutes.  Smelling while cooking.  Nothing too foul, or foul at all.  With pork I am very picky.  Then, out to the grill.  It smelled "sweat" all while cooking.

It is done.  And a can of pork and beans... of the better quality.  I am letting them cool in the now cool oven.  Should be quite good.  I don't drink milk often anymore, but tonight is one of those nights.  And it will be a small glass, followed by kefir.  I am planning to get a apple cider vinegar concoction going soon, but need a few better implements for making it.  As well, I am looking for other drinks, including water kefir.  I have what is needed for that, but... that is such a high maintenance thing, I won't be consuming that except as a rare dessert, really.  And there is the bottling process, and keeping up on the bottles.  It is wonderful, but it takes a lot of work to do right.  I may see if there is a less intense means of larger production.  I do love that stuff... soda... without the sugar, with probiotics instead... of any flavor of fruit you would like, and possibly ginger, maybe rootbeer?

Anyway... a meal, then some dishes, possibly with a shower after... some air drying and on to bed.  It will be late, but... so be it.

Brutal.

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Not noticed when waking, but slowly more apparent as I woke.  My neck is way out, to the point of a severe headache and nausea.  Well?  Well, so what.  I may take it a bit slower, but I will work today.  A shower in about ten minutes.  Blankets upstairs and whites into the laundry.  Dishes set up.  A bit of a rest.  Then out and to it.  It seems as if the sun is up and out, for what it is worth this time of year.

It is time to work.  Hurt or not.  I took aspirin around ten, to no good affect.  I bought a different painkiller, one that is good for swelling and fevers... I didn't have anything the last time I got severely sick.  Won't do that again.  They may not be the best with heart medicine, but they won't be used regularly.  Further, when aspirin fails, it is good to have something else to try... especially if I really need to get going.

The phone went off earlier, twice.  I just couldn't find it!  Then, a few hours later, I remembered where I might have put it.  I will... keep it there, as a regular night place, from now on.  It looks like V.A. or SSA called.  Or both.  Anyway...  I do plan to create a farraday cage, perhaps triple layered if I have enough material.  Definitely double layered.  There are some... tricks to it.  As well, eventually they will be trying to get through that, design a way to transmit through such systems.  Continuous testing is good, but other means of testing will be required.  Most likely, they will change frequencies, or create a scattered or focused transmitter which isn't constantly on, or easy to notice.  They want your data.  A recorder and transmitter is all that is needed.  Your software and hardware are owned.  Unless you control or contain... even then, understand, you are always heard.  If nothing else, God knows... and... you know.  Limits.  But them?  Fuck them.  If I can give them nothing, I will.

Unfortunately, I don't think a continuation for President Trump will change this, any more than it will build the rest of the wall.  Or... I would have voted for him.  Still, a Biden win would be slightly to much worse on this and that, and dozens of other scores.  Oh... so... why not vote Trump?  Well... because, if Trump is only going to slow the decline, but not stop the demographic invasion, then it becomes a death by a thousand cuts.  I'd druther just have the whole head chopped cleanly and neatly, or Civil war to ensue... maybe both?  Cheers.  As I said, I support Trump, but not enough to vote for him.  Only to defend his legal rightful win.  Let the people have their true say, and leave it at that.  His win, too, would be a sting to those who want to change America, making it a new USSR.  There is that.

Anyway... it's about time to begin beginning!  Yeah!  Later.

She asked.

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First, a few warmups.  Just... go with it.

Already back up... just for a bit?

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I went to bed at 21:36.  Wanted to remember, did.  Woke a bit after midnight.  Couldn't remember the exact time, didn't try.  Dreamed.  In the dream, I put together an incident report of what actually did happen today.

As I was out, I grabbed a meal at a burger joint.  They have two lanes, some asshat pulled in the other way then tried to muscle his way through to my lane.  Nope.  Plus a few choice words.  Nigger being one of them.  One he happened to be.  He finished his ordering process before me, but tried to have me go first.  Nope.  I only ever want what is mine.  He paid for my meal.

Now, that would have seemed cool, but I was pretty sure that wasn't a gift.  I had no choice, but that was that.  I kept my awareness about me the rest of the night.  Turns out I was being tagged.  His vehicle was very peculiar.  A higher end, but a ministation wagon one.  I had never seen that config.  On my way to check on the critters, it was pretty dark, and I was switching lanes, and leaving the road, often enough that, tracking me would have been difficult.  And would have been noticed.

I kept seeing blacks, however, on the way up.  Which... was unusual.  Especially so many.  Yea, I... was wondering.  But I didn't see him.  On the way back, I did see him.  He, and at least one other vehicle, were jacking around... he was ahead of me, going just slow enough to make sure I would catch up, another was blocking the outer lane, but began advancing, and a third suv was behind, and began a push.

Then we all saw a cop suv, and all the tomshittery up and stopped.  Ten to one, they were using listening devices used by cops to hear what occupants are saying.  I knew cops had that years ago... proved it to Kordell by getting a cop to nearly ram us.  *grins*  Don't fuck with a psyops, boys and girls.  Anyway... looks like antifa, blm, agents, even in small college towns, have that gear.  If too, it looks like cops know about it and are on to some of it?  I saw three more cops on my way home.  I took a different path, checked as well as able, and got home eventually without seeing more.

Now... are the cops... which angle are they playing.  For all I know, saying nigger is grounds for arrest these days.  It looked like they broke up the attack, which only hadn't happened because they aren't used to attacking a driver who is willing to do what it takes to... keep out.  But... watch it out there, boys and girls, the groids are up in arms, and are on the attack.  Go armed or go home, and be ready to fight for your lives.  Don't die because a monkey doesn't like a word.  There is a reason they are called what they are called.

And, just understand, the cops aren't always going to be on your side, even when they seem to be.  They are so politically correct driven, they may be pc drones.

I remember, when taken from Iowa to Chicago, to the deserter detention center, in three points all the way... even on the airplane.  I think they try to break people that way?  And, then, at the center... where they tried their best to humiliate, hurt, bother.  I... just didn't mind.  Sitting there, allowed to do nothing, for days and weeks.  I... had no difficulty with anything.  Then... they realized... just what I was.  All stupid shittery stopped.  They... were told nothing of me.  Which, on top of their own instincts, frightened them even more.  Death, it was a form of death, they had bottled up.  One who was on a cruise like vacation, for all intents and purposes.  Worse, a Noone Death.  They all learn, in time.  I think half of the parties involved tonight know.  The other party may learn so fast it never registers.

It was a white or silver audi q7 or etron, I believe.  Saw it one too many times, in one too many places, for coincidence.  And in a caravan at the end.  So... yeah.  Watch it.  Watch for it.

But you, out there, watch it.  They are listening into your car.  Ask a cop friend about the tech.  They almost all, or all, have it in their vehicles.  Might not be admissible in court, but can lead them to what is or keep them from being shot.  *wink*  But that is how they are choosing who to pull out of vehicles and etc.  They may be listening to your homes, while they march by, as well... tagging certain people for future and present attacks.  Watch yourself out there.

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Rubik's cube.  I have been cutting the completion time, improving... reliability of outcome.  My averages are very close to my high and low speeds.  First I got to three and an half, then two, now I am running about a minute and an half for completion, average.  If... if I say... I don't make a mistake in the method... my variance is fifteen seconds or less, but both ways.  I have hit a minute and fifteen, give or take a few seconds.

The world may not be my pearl.  Is it a pearl?  To those who will be buried with it, I suppose, maybe.  Ah, but it is my rubik's cube.  I do figure, sort, store, and contemplate.  I act, when possible, build, enjoy, love, and laugh... well, and cry, hurt, break, and tear.  I'm... good with all of that.  This is a wonderful place.  I just know this isn't... right.  It has been, could have been, will be, better.  It will be perfect.  I will hold out for that.

For now, I... sort.  See.  Think.  Feel.  And whatever else I can make happen.  And I do try.

Bringing out the boy in the man.

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I watch this guy's videos with some frequency.  He covers swords, to battle axes, to movie reconstructions, to sword inlays of historic natures.  Everything a lad, or man, could imagine in the world of battle weapons of an old to very old European bent.  As well, he has... ideas... such as how to improve on a "Legolas" bow.  Look it up or never mind, but quite a curiosity... with potential for more.

So much for mowing.

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Not a complaint.  The neighbor's son took care of it.  I tried to talk him out of it.  Failing that, I ensured the deck was up.  And, looking over the seeded areas, honestly they didn't need avoided.  Fantastic.  I am hoping to weed whip instead.  If I can get to it.  I should also set up for watering tonight as well.  The back and side yard are being watered along with the hay grass.  Just the front and a few small areas in the back and side yard.

At noonthirty it is only 75° out there, 71° In the main, 68° up front.  Two fans are going is all.  Three, if the upstairs fan is included.  Both air conditioners are off though, for the first time since installing them, neither is running.  It will get warm up there, but with both running an hour before bedtime it will be 66° when I go to bed.

Oh, right, a shower first, and shave.  And something to eat before that... a tuna melt?  Later.

Oh, electronic fantasies.  Every man, real men, like to dig in, get dirty, play hard, and make things work.  Some don't for fear.  I am not for costs.  I can dream.



Oh, why solar?  For a travel rig, so as to go somewhere, anywhere, when it is too hot or cold.  Better to be out doing something than stuck in a near coma.  Plus, having a home to return to, and live normally most of the time.  Thing is, the solar would go, or stay, with me.  I would have a place on the house and conversion to set it up.  Never wasted.

Absolutely bizarre.

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Six hours after my only dose of insulin... I had meant to dose after reading 197... without food or sweetener, my blood sugar reads 95 or a 102 point drop.  That after dropping only seven points over two hours and goodly change after a hefty dose of insulin.  I am suspicious that this isn't fast acting insulin.

I don't mind the read.  I was prepping a meal before I realized to check.  That will make sure it doesn't drop too much more.  Sardines, eggs, and bacon.  I really need to get to the grocery store.  I don't mind eggs daily, but twice a day.  So far so good, but I don't wish to push it.  Good sardines are easy to eat.  Better are better.  The best, as what I have, are a treat.