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No call from the bike-man. I had really hoped it would be done today. He does work Friday but then not again until Monday. We will see, I guess. I did stay up until 13:00 and change. Not quite all day but it is turning around. Then again, I expect a bit of ruffled feathers as I go through feeling better. Perhaps, though, since I was still minimally maintaining medication, the fluctuation may not be as severe as that first death-bed to dancing episode. That was a rather extreme revitalization. I did receive a call, though I missed it, from the V.A. I couldn't find my cell phone! I could hear the damned thing, I just could not locate it. I called back immediately, after finding it (I hate it when I put a book on top of the phone). I will be getting my foot looked at in a few days. If the problem is what I suspect, I am hoping they can dig it out that day. Like I said, I have tried. But I don't have the special tools and knowledge. I hit blood so very fast and well before I even get to the root problem area. I would have a bloody hole there about the size of a fifty cent piece, my way. I would rather limp a bit, for now.
I'm not quite up to full ops, but I am simply feeling better, taking control of my sleep, and making plans. I am doing some things, usually when it is cool. This condition is pretty serious, I suppose it should have serious affects. The pains have all gone. I am sleeping well. All is back on track. Oh, I am doing things to help me remember to take the full dose of potassium. I can't take all 80 mEq at once, 40 mEq at a time is all I can stomach, and that in a 24 oz beer stein of Gatorade. That is the easiest stuff to 'forget' and forget to take. So I am putting the dose out and any time I happen to be in the kitchen looking for something to drink, I see the remaining dose right 'chere. In my face. Keep it simple stupid and functional... KISSAF, pronounced kiss-off? Yeah.
I think the bike is my key to getting even better, at this time. It should begin helping me to increase stamina. My strength is still unbelievably good. I don't know how I kept it. After twenty years of sitting, I shouldn't have been able to go from just doing a barbell to benching 400 in three months the last time (on Ritalin). Ritalin doesn't boost strength, stamina, nothing. By the way, working out on Ritalin with a really bad ticker... should have killed me? At that rate of increase? Remember, I was swimming at the same time, and went from a few laps to a mile of solid swimming per hour session in the same time period. Hmm, whatever.
Anyway, back to tinkering. I slept from 13:00 (and change) until about 18:00 or 19:00. I am more cat napping eight to ten hours of sleep a day in two chunks. It sure beats all sleep or no sleep. Which makes it fine, for now. Later.
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Awake, still.
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Not a problem, I expected to be still going. It seems as I lose water and my blood pressure begins to drop, I get a surge. So far it is rather tame. I am hoping the surge will come up just a bit more. If it goes too high too fast I can always use it to cram-clean my house and my vest weight is waiting if needed as well. My home sort of needs a bit of work again, so I am actually hoping for at least a brief spurt. Nothing of particular great need, just lots of little things could be done or finished. If I can make it a full day today, I will. Being cooler, now, inside, life is smoother. So I simply don't mind being up.
I forgot to mention, duct tape works on moles. I had stopped using the tape for a day or so, and I did forget occasional for half a day to a day every fifth day of use or so. I decided to put the tape back on yesterday. When I took it off to shower last evening, what looked like blister over what had been the moles were open, the centers of the blister pockets opened and where removed by the tape. I hadn't even seen blisters when I put the tape on earlier that day and I had looked over the areas. In any case, when I saw that there was an opening, I again got out my trusty knife (the one that sliced my finger ever so well, I have used it every four or five days to probe the moles) and used the (very sharp, though not necessary for this project at all) point to extricate what looked to be the dead moles (virus cells, possibly mixed with some of my cells). They simple popped out. Into the trash, right away, as you simply cannot trust viruses! So, yes indeed, after about two weeks (give or take, and only mostly daily use), duct tape will indeed kill warts dead! Now I know.
Now to keep working the ears with oil. I lost track on that, in part due to my inability to figure out how to get water at a specific temperature (as close to my body temperature as possible). Though I think the wax is coming out in bits and pieces, there still are plugs in there. I did figure out what would work for obtaining just the right temperature of water... a cheese thermometer. However, while looking around at cheese thermometers, I started seeing that most people switched from the old style to digital, the very ones they used for cooking everything else. So I decided to give my digital a look. It does seem to have a reading that is low enough, and the alarm seems to work at that temp. So, I am all set (assuming I have a clean pot in which to boil water... working on it). :p
I am hoping for a call sometime today about the bike. I don't know if the guy is really busy and has to fit my bike in in the next few days or if he can get right to it. In any case, that is part of the reason I am trying to stay awake, along with that odd notion of living a functional 9:00 to 5:00 day (for no particular reason, at this point, but there may be a future in it). Still, there it is. I ought to see if my camera is working. The only problem with it might be that it needs new batteries (which I have). Rather than trying to transfer it to this old computer using a card reader I still haven't found, I will merely take the card into Walmart and have them create a CD (not dvd format, I suspect this loaner is very low-tech/archaic). Yes, I will put up some pictures, perhaps one with me on it. The camera has a timer and a base set for a tripod, which I also have (somewhere, unless it has been stolen too). It is a lousy camera, but will work for these purposes, mostly.
There is something else I have been thinking about with the bike. I am pretty sure, in time, that I will want a vehicle rack for the bike. They make one that installs in the hatch area, but I don't really like that. For starters, you have to remove the front tire. That is with normal bikes. Mine is a 29" bike, so it might not even work with that type of setup. Removing the front tire, too boot, would mean I would have to reset the disc brakes every time I transported the bike that way, potentially. The rear tire? No way, just for the record. So a hitch mounting kit would be perfect, probably a two bike hitch, just for expandability. Further I am considering a trailer for hauling gear or even leaves using the bike (think going to the "lake" for water, with, say, two to four five gallon containers and back. Six miles is a long way to walk and you would be lucky to lug two five gallon containers. I am not sure how difficult bike trailers are to make, though I think with a pipe bending kit, welding kit, a little ingenuity, and some spare parts, it might not be all that difficult. Making it strong enough to hold enough weight to be useful, balanced enough that little of the weight is placed on the bike, and light enough to manage? Those are other things altogether. More expensive, perhaps, in the end, if you get a decent welding gig (pipe benders for up to soft steel were rather inexpensive last time I checked and I would probably be using aluminum). But all those skills and tools would come in handy. Welding is on my list of things to learn, this would make a perfect project while I learn? Maybe. Back burner stuff, but... It's on my mind. Hmm, though welding aluminum is quite a trick, if I heard right. Anyway... Thinking...
Well, on to something. Have a great day.
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Not a problem, I expected to be still going. It seems as I lose water and my blood pressure begins to drop, I get a surge. So far it is rather tame. I am hoping the surge will come up just a bit more. If it goes too high too fast I can always use it to cram-clean my house and my vest weight is waiting if needed as well. My home sort of needs a bit of work again, so I am actually hoping for at least a brief spurt. Nothing of particular great need, just lots of little things could be done or finished. If I can make it a full day today, I will. Being cooler, now, inside, life is smoother. So I simply don't mind being up.
I forgot to mention, duct tape works on moles. I had stopped using the tape for a day or so, and I did forget occasional for half a day to a day every fifth day of use or so. I decided to put the tape back on yesterday. When I took it off to shower last evening, what looked like blister over what had been the moles were open, the centers of the blister pockets opened and where removed by the tape. I hadn't even seen blisters when I put the tape on earlier that day and I had looked over the areas. In any case, when I saw that there was an opening, I again got out my trusty knife (the one that sliced my finger ever so well, I have used it every four or five days to probe the moles) and used the (very sharp, though not necessary for this project at all) point to extricate what looked to be the dead moles (virus cells, possibly mixed with some of my cells). They simple popped out. Into the trash, right away, as you simply cannot trust viruses! So, yes indeed, after about two weeks (give or take, and only mostly daily use), duct tape will indeed kill warts dead! Now I know.
Now to keep working the ears with oil. I lost track on that, in part due to my inability to figure out how to get water at a specific temperature (as close to my body temperature as possible). Though I think the wax is coming out in bits and pieces, there still are plugs in there. I did figure out what would work for obtaining just the right temperature of water... a cheese thermometer. However, while looking around at cheese thermometers, I started seeing that most people switched from the old style to digital, the very ones they used for cooking everything else. So I decided to give my digital a look. It does seem to have a reading that is low enough, and the alarm seems to work at that temp. So, I am all set (assuming I have a clean pot in which to boil water... working on it). :p
I am hoping for a call sometime today about the bike. I don't know if the guy is really busy and has to fit my bike in in the next few days or if he can get right to it. In any case, that is part of the reason I am trying to stay awake, along with that odd notion of living a functional 9:00 to 5:00 day (for no particular reason, at this point, but there may be a future in it). Still, there it is. I ought to see if my camera is working. The only problem with it might be that it needs new batteries (which I have). Rather than trying to transfer it to this old computer using a card reader I still haven't found, I will merely take the card into Walmart and have them create a CD (not dvd format, I suspect this loaner is very low-tech/archaic). Yes, I will put up some pictures, perhaps one with me on it. The camera has a timer and a base set for a tripod, which I also have (somewhere, unless it has been stolen too). It is a lousy camera, but will work for these purposes, mostly.
There is something else I have been thinking about with the bike. I am pretty sure, in time, that I will want a vehicle rack for the bike. They make one that installs in the hatch area, but I don't really like that. For starters, you have to remove the front tire. That is with normal bikes. Mine is a 29" bike, so it might not even work with that type of setup. Removing the front tire, too boot, would mean I would have to reset the disc brakes every time I transported the bike that way, potentially. The rear tire? No way, just for the record. So a hitch mounting kit would be perfect, probably a two bike hitch, just for expandability. Further I am considering a trailer for hauling gear or even leaves using the bike (think going to the "lake" for water, with, say, two to four five gallon containers and back. Six miles is a long way to walk and you would be lucky to lug two five gallon containers. I am not sure how difficult bike trailers are to make, though I think with a pipe bending kit, welding kit, a little ingenuity, and some spare parts, it might not be all that difficult. Making it strong enough to hold enough weight to be useful, balanced enough that little of the weight is placed on the bike, and light enough to manage? Those are other things altogether. More expensive, perhaps, in the end, if you get a decent welding gig (pipe benders for up to soft steel were rather inexpensive last time I checked and I would probably be using aluminum). But all those skills and tools would come in handy. Welding is on my list of things to learn, this would make a perfect project while I learn? Maybe. Back burner stuff, but... It's on my mind. Hmm, though welding aluminum is quite a trick, if I heard right. Anyway... Thinking...
Well, on to something. Have a great day.
How very odd.
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I'll get to the title in a bit. I got the bike in, put a note on it, tried to ensure it went to a specific bike assembler. While there I did some shopping. I could not find one of the cheeses I was looking for, but I did find brie. I also picked up some other sorts of cheeses, including gouda, European style goat cheese (I want to try what I might be making someday), and camembert. I don't know, it's just a summer kick. Oh, they are pricey little items. So I keep it small and make it last then use every ounce whether I like it or not. If I don't particularly care for it, I try to use it up in new and exotic ways. Well, not really new or exotic. Melted on sandwiches, slivered or sliced over hot meat, over eggs, or with various pairings of fruits or vegetables according to what I think might set the cheese off. But I go on a search for a way to like the cheese.
I didn't just fumble with spices and herbs, I learned their flavors and decided what I thought they would go well with in regards to foods and other spices. And, usually, I did quite well. I did research the spice or herb, but often I found the recommendations either too sparse or sometimes simply wrong. At worst I overdid or the combination was a bit lackluster. The one thing I didn't quite get down was volume. That is a study all it's own and can only come after you "own" the spice or herb. There is truly so much to tinker with while cooking that it would be nearly impossible to ever not be surprised by some weird pairing or combination of ingredients. I worked up to having 41, slightly more at times, spices and herbs on my shelf. And I owned a couple dozen condiments, if I didn't always have each on hand at all times. All of which I knew how to pair and mix. From Mexican spices, to Italian, on into simple Americana. I even learned to do some interesting Indian mixes, some of which I relished so much I would not share, though I would offer bags of my mix. Curries, minus the actually curry (that is perfectly legal and well within their etiquette, so there). Curry itself is something I could not quite ever tolerate. It is ground so fine or I have an slight allergy to it. It always causes me to cough, gets caught in my craw.
Oh, I found the bill that I was behind on, and paid it right away. It was the city utility bill. Ack! But, I paid at least what I owed, and maybe a bit more. I might simply try to keep a positive balance on that. Oh, I know, it isn't technically smart to have them owing me. But the amount is so small that the loss is negligible. Anyway, it pleases me to no end to have finally figured out the missing bill. I still have other business to attend, but that one is the longest (second longest) outstanding problems.
Okay, the odd part. For whatever reason, now that I am back on medicine, time seems to move much more slowly. I am able to get much more done in seeming no time. I don't sit around wasting time thinking about what I need to do. I simply do it. I'm not up to full speed but I can see the difference. I will give them a break on not catching that my issue was heart failure when I was younger. No one ever expects that, not early heart failure at 21 or 22. But I can't forgive them missing how bad my heart was for the last decade. That was poor medical care. They just kept trying to push me into psychiatry, which can't help this kind of problem, ever. It probably can't help any problem, to be honest. But, back to time. It seems so odd to do so much, almost without thought, and even while in recovery, and still have time almost seem to not pass at all. Everything I did tonight I did in less than two hours, which included nearly an hour of window time!
I can only imagine what life would have been like with 20 years of this kind of push and a healthy heart. Lord knows, life would be a lot different. I probably would have stayed in the Navy, but gone on to become a special type of officer. How long I would have put up with the bullshit or survived is anyone's guess. But there are good things about the Service too. Heavy sticks, they wield those. But the carrots are quite good too. A ribbon or medal, a plaque or frameable letter, but more the gratitude of the men you serve with. What I received, while I was in, that made my world at the time above any other accolade was the handshake and heartfelt congratulations and thanks from a captain I admired. And getting a specific item pinned to my chest was something I'll never forget, in spite of or because of the bruising and blood. My boys put it on, no one will ever get to take it off.
Well, a little more tinkering then I am going to try and get some more rest. Catnapping around the heat and when I can and need makes doing things easier. But that isn't always possible. The medicines on half dose didn't quite cut it. And my tinkering with the water pill was absurd (but I was trying to go to what they thought was best, at one time). I guess I just had to see if they or I had the correct notion. It was my native instinct, in this case.
Good night.
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I'll get to the title in a bit. I got the bike in, put a note on it, tried to ensure it went to a specific bike assembler. While there I did some shopping. I could not find one of the cheeses I was looking for, but I did find brie. I also picked up some other sorts of cheeses, including gouda, European style goat cheese (I want to try what I might be making someday), and camembert. I don't know, it's just a summer kick. Oh, they are pricey little items. So I keep it small and make it last then use every ounce whether I like it or not. If I don't particularly care for it, I try to use it up in new and exotic ways. Well, not really new or exotic. Melted on sandwiches, slivered or sliced over hot meat, over eggs, or with various pairings of fruits or vegetables according to what I think might set the cheese off. But I go on a search for a way to like the cheese.
I didn't just fumble with spices and herbs, I learned their flavors and decided what I thought they would go well with in regards to foods and other spices. And, usually, I did quite well. I did research the spice or herb, but often I found the recommendations either too sparse or sometimes simply wrong. At worst I overdid or the combination was a bit lackluster. The one thing I didn't quite get down was volume. That is a study all it's own and can only come after you "own" the spice or herb. There is truly so much to tinker with while cooking that it would be nearly impossible to ever not be surprised by some weird pairing or combination of ingredients. I worked up to having 41, slightly more at times, spices and herbs on my shelf. And I owned a couple dozen condiments, if I didn't always have each on hand at all times. All of which I knew how to pair and mix. From Mexican spices, to Italian, on into simple Americana. I even learned to do some interesting Indian mixes, some of which I relished so much I would not share, though I would offer bags of my mix. Curries, minus the actually curry (that is perfectly legal and well within their etiquette, so there). Curry itself is something I could not quite ever tolerate. It is ground so fine or I have an slight allergy to it. It always causes me to cough, gets caught in my craw.
Oh, I found the bill that I was behind on, and paid it right away. It was the city utility bill. Ack! But, I paid at least what I owed, and maybe a bit more. I might simply try to keep a positive balance on that. Oh, I know, it isn't technically smart to have them owing me. But the amount is so small that the loss is negligible. Anyway, it pleases me to no end to have finally figured out the missing bill. I still have other business to attend, but that one is the longest (second longest) outstanding problems.
Okay, the odd part. For whatever reason, now that I am back on medicine, time seems to move much more slowly. I am able to get much more done in seeming no time. I don't sit around wasting time thinking about what I need to do. I simply do it. I'm not up to full speed but I can see the difference. I will give them a break on not catching that my issue was heart failure when I was younger. No one ever expects that, not early heart failure at 21 or 22. But I can't forgive them missing how bad my heart was for the last decade. That was poor medical care. They just kept trying to push me into psychiatry, which can't help this kind of problem, ever. It probably can't help any problem, to be honest. But, back to time. It seems so odd to do so much, almost without thought, and even while in recovery, and still have time almost seem to not pass at all. Everything I did tonight I did in less than two hours, which included nearly an hour of window time!
I can only imagine what life would have been like with 20 years of this kind of push and a healthy heart. Lord knows, life would be a lot different. I probably would have stayed in the Navy, but gone on to become a special type of officer. How long I would have put up with the bullshit or survived is anyone's guess. But there are good things about the Service too. Heavy sticks, they wield those. But the carrots are quite good too. A ribbon or medal, a plaque or frameable letter, but more the gratitude of the men you serve with. What I received, while I was in, that made my world at the time above any other accolade was the handshake and heartfelt congratulations and thanks from a captain I admired. And getting a specific item pinned to my chest was something I'll never forget, in spite of or because of the bruising and blood. My boys put it on, no one will ever get to take it off.
Well, a little more tinkering then I am going to try and get some more rest. Catnapping around the heat and when I can and need makes doing things easier. But that isn't always possible. The medicines on half dose didn't quite cut it. And my tinkering with the water pill was absurd (but I was trying to go to what they thought was best, at one time). I guess I just had to see if they or I had the correct notion. It was my native instinct, in this case.
Good night.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
An excellent day!
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No, no, I didn't do a dang thing. What else I didn't do is suffer. Between getting back on medicine, sleeping well, shutting down the house early on, and just opening the windows not facing the sun a bit ago, I have enjoyed the first superior day in weeks. The burning on my shoulders is gone. Only a slight ache remains, though more in the bones or something. It all has to come together but I am able to make it come together, if slowly and painfully and with help sometimes. Sure, I fell off for a bit, and am still picking myself up, but the fact is, this was excellent as far as spills go. I suspect in a day or two I will be back to even steven as far as I had gotten with the house and probably on ahead of where I was in a short time after that. If today is any indication in any case.
As I have been getting better, I have been using "No Script", an add-on for FireFox. What it does is allow you to check every single potential script enabler with any page on the internet you view. The default is that none of these pages or their contributing script sources are allowed access. With No Script, you can look up the particular source and see if it is safe or not. But beyond that, since sites often change hands with little or no notice, if it is not a site I know and use frequently, I only give them temporary access. As soon as I log out of the browser, access is deleted. I can't imagine how many system problems are created purely by bad scripting, not even including the malware, bugs, and trojans that are put into most computers not using systems like this. Who else is using your computer while you are, and even when you aren't?
Now, I will be honest, this only helps a bit. The truth is, your computer and internet access is about as secure as leaving your car unlocked with the keys in it in the worst parts of town. This program only helps, just a bit, and keeps the stupid and lazy hackers out. I am quite sure my machine is hacked, probably government though there might be others who are just stealing access or causing minor zombie machine works. But it does keep the lowly tics off the dog. The others? Get over it, the digital age has crushed anonymity and privacy. Governments, corporations, and individuals are nosing through your good and bad, purchases, and writing like dogs sniffing other dog's shit. Just, understand. Going off the grid sounds good, but I actually think you, if viewed correctly, probably sparkle like the sun compared to the sky when people go looking for you. They just have to have the correct algorithm to find you, but find you they will. Unless you go off the grid, travel, and keep moving. Just to set it straight.
Something else I have been doing is saving money. Not a lot, mind you. But I am shoring up my spending, cutting my expenses, saving bits at a time, watching what I buy, and yet continuing to buy the things I think will be vital. Food stores are weak, but I think I will fix that this coming month. At least a month or two of foods is the goal, for this month. As well as back on track with standard foods, so that I am not eating my short term supply. Dang it though, but those short term supplies have come in hugely helpful when I become ill. Now to figure out how not to dig into them though. At least they have been tested and found tasty. I have enough money to buy both the wood/coal deluxe stove and a water pasteurizer that goes with it. I am holding off to see what my expenses come to this month, as there are some extra costs coming in.
Anyway, life is getting back on track. Even when down I have been doing things I couldn't do before. I am using technology as much to my advantage as I can. I am keeping up on healthcare, even with a slip (that used to spell disaster). I am back on meds and should be on that stupid bike before the week is out. Not bad, not bad. Hmm, shower head into town and eat something special. Have a good night.
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No, no, I didn't do a dang thing. What else I didn't do is suffer. Between getting back on medicine, sleeping well, shutting down the house early on, and just opening the windows not facing the sun a bit ago, I have enjoyed the first superior day in weeks. The burning on my shoulders is gone. Only a slight ache remains, though more in the bones or something. It all has to come together but I am able to make it come together, if slowly and painfully and with help sometimes. Sure, I fell off for a bit, and am still picking myself up, but the fact is, this was excellent as far as spills go. I suspect in a day or two I will be back to even steven as far as I had gotten with the house and probably on ahead of where I was in a short time after that. If today is any indication in any case.
As I have been getting better, I have been using "No Script", an add-on for FireFox. What it does is allow you to check every single potential script enabler with any page on the internet you view. The default is that none of these pages or their contributing script sources are allowed access. With No Script, you can look up the particular source and see if it is safe or not. But beyond that, since sites often change hands with little or no notice, if it is not a site I know and use frequently, I only give them temporary access. As soon as I log out of the browser, access is deleted. I can't imagine how many system problems are created purely by bad scripting, not even including the malware, bugs, and trojans that are put into most computers not using systems like this. Who else is using your computer while you are, and even when you aren't?
Now, I will be honest, this only helps a bit. The truth is, your computer and internet access is about as secure as leaving your car unlocked with the keys in it in the worst parts of town. This program only helps, just a bit, and keeps the stupid and lazy hackers out. I am quite sure my machine is hacked, probably government though there might be others who are just stealing access or causing minor zombie machine works. But it does keep the lowly tics off the dog. The others? Get over it, the digital age has crushed anonymity and privacy. Governments, corporations, and individuals are nosing through your good and bad, purchases, and writing like dogs sniffing other dog's shit. Just, understand. Going off the grid sounds good, but I actually think you, if viewed correctly, probably sparkle like the sun compared to the sky when people go looking for you. They just have to have the correct algorithm to find you, but find you they will. Unless you go off the grid, travel, and keep moving. Just to set it straight.
Something else I have been doing is saving money. Not a lot, mind you. But I am shoring up my spending, cutting my expenses, saving bits at a time, watching what I buy, and yet continuing to buy the things I think will be vital. Food stores are weak, but I think I will fix that this coming month. At least a month or two of foods is the goal, for this month. As well as back on track with standard foods, so that I am not eating my short term supply. Dang it though, but those short term supplies have come in hugely helpful when I become ill. Now to figure out how not to dig into them though. At least they have been tested and found tasty. I have enough money to buy both the wood/coal deluxe stove and a water pasteurizer that goes with it. I am holding off to see what my expenses come to this month, as there are some extra costs coming in.
Anyway, life is getting back on track. Even when down I have been doing things I couldn't do before. I am using technology as much to my advantage as I can. I am keeping up on healthcare, even with a slip (that used to spell disaster). I am back on meds and should be on that stupid bike before the week is out. Not bad, not bad. Hmm, shower head into town and eat something special. Have a good night.
Fine and dandy.
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Sleep was absolutely wonderful. After getting the house cooled down, I closed everything early this morning. At 17:00 the house is about 76 F. While only 4 F less than what it was running, that 4 F is significant. I can easily live with 76 F, which is running from 15 to 20 F cooler than outside. Add fans and it is simply delightful, comparatively. As well, any humidity that might otherwise come in doesn't. Perhaps as what of dew exists, or what comes on the winds during heating in the morning? I don't know, it just seems less humid. Since I don't have a gauge, I don't actually know, just a 'felt' thing.
I needed that sleep. Between being a bit off due to meds, a bit off due to heat, and of course just... being a bit off all by my lonesome, sleep had been a wretched thing for some time. Brutal, hard to control, not very restful, difficult to shake, and hot and sweaty on top of it. Meds might be helping again, though I can't swear to it. I have already started dropping weight, 5 pounds so far, which means water, so there is that. And I had wondered if, on top of everything else, water weight specifically held in more heat or somehow in some way made heat less tolerable. My blood pressure is still elevated, but that usually takes a little time to bring down. It might take a week or two to get things back in order. But I have never quit... trying. No rest for me, not now, or at least not yet. I need to get into a solid regular 'low orbit', keep it there for a bit with plenty on my plate comparatively, and then I can relax a bit but only by maintaining that 'low orbit' of activity instead of shooting for a higher orbit.
Oh, the other day I saw a debate about birth control. I had been hitting that blog hard, so I decided not to pump more of my thought into the place. Even so-called conservative women become a bit drawn out with continued use. So I thought I would write it up here. The notion being presented was, now that there (apparently, not independently verified) is a contraception for men, an injection that places a device or dose of medicine in the bicep, which is clear visible and felt, whether women should also be forced to use a form of contraception which is visible. The suggestion was that feminists would wheeze and moan about any such proofing.
I hated to break it to her, but whether feminists complained about this was actually a moot point. Oh, sure, they might complain. But they complain about everything. If you understand that feminists, whether they understand it or not and being mostly women there is some notion that they may not actually be fundamentally capable of understand what they do, they are for contracepting as many children from being born as possible. They are for this form of societal, self-imposed, genocide, just as they are for abortion, which is the other part of it. For often siding with the "greens" (oddly, considering how much the pill pollutes the water system) and "naturalists" (despite the fact that both contraception and abortion are completely unnatural horrors only few animals in the most dire of situations can sometimes enact (think rats)), they either do not understand or they are outright hypocrites.
What I am saying is, arguing with feminists about the minor issue means you have already surrendered to their main points. This is like the Repubs debating Obama, to date. They always lose because he moves the goalpost and complains he isn't getting his way, after he has pretty much gotten everything he wanted and just looks for a few more peckings, and they RUN to accommodate. And they yield and yield and yield until they might as well have been Demos. No, Helen, having women prove they have contracepted is not "showing feminists!". *sigh* Modern women. You can tell em'. You just can't tell em' much.
Oh, and to add cheer to joy, enjoy this.
Well, off to sort of wake up and then to figure some things out. Have a wonderful afternoon. I myself shall endeavor to enjoy my 'morning'. What's that you say? "But, Doom, it's afternoon"! Bugger off, it's morning somewhere you, you... you!
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Sleep was absolutely wonderful. After getting the house cooled down, I closed everything early this morning. At 17:00 the house is about 76 F. While only 4 F less than what it was running, that 4 F is significant. I can easily live with 76 F, which is running from 15 to 20 F cooler than outside. Add fans and it is simply delightful, comparatively. As well, any humidity that might otherwise come in doesn't. Perhaps as what of dew exists, or what comes on the winds during heating in the morning? I don't know, it just seems less humid. Since I don't have a gauge, I don't actually know, just a 'felt' thing.
I needed that sleep. Between being a bit off due to meds, a bit off due to heat, and of course just... being a bit off all by my lonesome, sleep had been a wretched thing for some time. Brutal, hard to control, not very restful, difficult to shake, and hot and sweaty on top of it. Meds might be helping again, though I can't swear to it. I have already started dropping weight, 5 pounds so far, which means water, so there is that. And I had wondered if, on top of everything else, water weight specifically held in more heat or somehow in some way made heat less tolerable. My blood pressure is still elevated, but that usually takes a little time to bring down. It might take a week or two to get things back in order. But I have never quit... trying. No rest for me, not now, or at least not yet. I need to get into a solid regular 'low orbit', keep it there for a bit with plenty on my plate comparatively, and then I can relax a bit but only by maintaining that 'low orbit' of activity instead of shooting for a higher orbit.
Oh, the other day I saw a debate about birth control. I had been hitting that blog hard, so I decided not to pump more of my thought into the place. Even so-called conservative women become a bit drawn out with continued use. So I thought I would write it up here. The notion being presented was, now that there (apparently, not independently verified) is a contraception for men, an injection that places a device or dose of medicine in the bicep, which is clear visible and felt, whether women should also be forced to use a form of contraception which is visible. The suggestion was that feminists would wheeze and moan about any such proofing.
I hated to break it to her, but whether feminists complained about this was actually a moot point. Oh, sure, they might complain. But they complain about everything. If you understand that feminists, whether they understand it or not and being mostly women there is some notion that they may not actually be fundamentally capable of understand what they do, they are for contracepting as many children from being born as possible. They are for this form of societal, self-imposed, genocide, just as they are for abortion, which is the other part of it. For often siding with the "greens" (oddly, considering how much the pill pollutes the water system) and "naturalists" (despite the fact that both contraception and abortion are completely unnatural horrors only few animals in the most dire of situations can sometimes enact (think rats)), they either do not understand or they are outright hypocrites.
What I am saying is, arguing with feminists about the minor issue means you have already surrendered to their main points. This is like the Repubs debating Obama, to date. They always lose because he moves the goalpost and complains he isn't getting his way, after he has pretty much gotten everything he wanted and just looks for a few more peckings, and they RUN to accommodate. And they yield and yield and yield until they might as well have been Demos. No, Helen, having women prove they have contracepted is not "showing feminists!". *sigh* Modern women. You can tell em'. You just can't tell em' much.
Oh, and to add cheer to joy, enjoy this.
Well, off to sort of wake up and then to figure some things out. Have a wonderful afternoon. I myself shall endeavor to enjoy my 'morning'. What's that you say? "But, Doom, it's afternoon"! Bugger off, it's morning somewhere you, you... you!
Training a cat.
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Oh, not impossible at all. However, one must start with certain understandings. First, cats often know what you want them to do. They simply have no incentive to perform. Second, what works for this animal or that does not work with a cat. They are the union members of the animal family. Good pay AND benefits are required. Further, you have to request the acts and pay well. Sam simply is not interested in being trained. Sassy is only interested in food. Having been fixed before she ever went into heat, she is like the typical chemically fixed housewife. If she could manage the television I would find her watching Oprah I am sure.
When I started, and Sassy was very young, she would do small tricks for a single kibble. Not standard food, mind you, the treat stuff. As she ballooned, that one kibble simply isn't incentive enough. Finally, I decided to break down. For three kibbles she will slay people, I think. No need for that, thankfully. But she will now perform the tricks easily, happily, and immediately. Now, will she ever do the tricks for free? That is yet to be known. I have my doubts. She isn't, after all, a dog. :p
She still isn't sure if she likes me. At just over a year old, I am told she is about a seven year old. She has learned not to claw me, or use claws to jump on or off me like she does other things. She is being a lot more mellow, kind, and even affectionate compared to her needy 'early years'. But she is still very much a juvenile and still very much self-involved. Oh, I suppose Sam is too, mostly. But she has learned to share her self-involvement, to appreciate companionship, and to be much more mellow. Save when it comes to Sassy, and Sassy just brings to Sam what she brings to the world... In her words, she brings "ME!!!". Still, I enjoy watching her grow, learn, play, fight (Sam or me), and just live. Brat!
Hmm, I think it is about time to try and load up the bike and get it into town. The nice thing about ordering from a store that is open 24 hours a day is, I repeat myself somehow. It is quite nice to have this cool night tonight to work in. I may begin simply staying up later, going to sleep while it is still cool and sleeping off some of the heat (as I can), napping when I must, and just working through the oddities that entails. I have no serious need of a 9:00 to 5:00, I just... it was a goal. I suppose I can just set that aside for now and do what I must. Perhaps if I am not fighting sleep and heat and everything else all at once I might be able to get to other things. I will still have the afternoon to try and get what work needs doing done. And mornings should it be heavier work and I decide to stay up a bit longer. Just... thinking, planning, sorting.
Just imagine if there is no such thing as an air conditioner or a furnace or even a fan. No, not a comfy thought. Very possible, slightly unlikely long term, life changing if it came to pass. I don't think we could ever go back to stone age, or not for long. Too much information is cataloged. Too many people can read that information. People are inventive, and are equal parts construction and destruction. On the plus side, there would be no tax save sweat and tears. Be careful what you wish for.
Good night.
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Oh, not impossible at all. However, one must start with certain understandings. First, cats often know what you want them to do. They simply have no incentive to perform. Second, what works for this animal or that does not work with a cat. They are the union members of the animal family. Good pay AND benefits are required. Further, you have to request the acts and pay well. Sam simply is not interested in being trained. Sassy is only interested in food. Having been fixed before she ever went into heat, she is like the typical chemically fixed housewife. If she could manage the television I would find her watching Oprah I am sure.
When I started, and Sassy was very young, she would do small tricks for a single kibble. Not standard food, mind you, the treat stuff. As she ballooned, that one kibble simply isn't incentive enough. Finally, I decided to break down. For three kibbles she will slay people, I think. No need for that, thankfully. But she will now perform the tricks easily, happily, and immediately. Now, will she ever do the tricks for free? That is yet to be known. I have my doubts. She isn't, after all, a dog. :p
She still isn't sure if she likes me. At just over a year old, I am told she is about a seven year old. She has learned not to claw me, or use claws to jump on or off me like she does other things. She is being a lot more mellow, kind, and even affectionate compared to her needy 'early years'. But she is still very much a juvenile and still very much self-involved. Oh, I suppose Sam is too, mostly. But she has learned to share her self-involvement, to appreciate companionship, and to be much more mellow. Save when it comes to Sassy, and Sassy just brings to Sam what she brings to the world... In her words, she brings "ME!!!". Still, I enjoy watching her grow, learn, play, fight (Sam or me), and just live. Brat!
Hmm, I think it is about time to try and load up the bike and get it into town. The nice thing about ordering from a store that is open 24 hours a day is, I repeat myself somehow. It is quite nice to have this cool night tonight to work in. I may begin simply staying up later, going to sleep while it is still cool and sleeping off some of the heat (as I can), napping when I must, and just working through the oddities that entails. I have no serious need of a 9:00 to 5:00, I just... it was a goal. I suppose I can just set that aside for now and do what I must. Perhaps if I am not fighting sleep and heat and everything else all at once I might be able to get to other things. I will still have the afternoon to try and get what work needs doing done. And mornings should it be heavier work and I decide to stay up a bit longer. Just... thinking, planning, sorting.
Just imagine if there is no such thing as an air conditioner or a furnace or even a fan. No, not a comfy thought. Very possible, slightly unlikely long term, life changing if it came to pass. I don't think we could ever go back to stone age, or not for long. Too much information is cataloged. Too many people can read that information. People are inventive, and are equal parts construction and destruction. On the plus side, there would be no tax save sweat and tears. Be careful what you wish for.
Good night.
Hmm.
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The nap was wretched but being awake in the heat was worse. I have to figure something out. It is now getting to 80 in the house. I am not sure why, as I don't think it was that bad last year. Then again I could simply have been in better shape, in some weird way. It is 10 to 15 degrees hotter outside. Given that I have no ac, that is quite a difference, but it isn't enough. I am shutting all but the back windows much earlier as the heat of the day is quicker and fiercer. Moving the fan to blow right on me does help a bit more. No more oscillation, just a steady stream of hot but moving air.
I keep thinking about this man being called a terrorist. While I share few of his ideals and would not kill, at this point, I have to think that what he has done is neither incorrect nor abominable. What he has done is point out that his way of life and his very culture, what of it is left after socialism, is being shredded. He was raised in a soft socialism that allowed him to do as he pleased. No real rules were set in place. The Church is dead there, so there no sin to them. Oh, there are laws, but, what of them? Everyone could pretty much to anything, even the most severe crimes are lightly punished (if you can call it punishment). His people became lax. Work ethic doesn't really exist. Having children? Why bother, there is the state. Some still do, but more for obscure reasons. Children, if they are anything like America, are often more like pets. Aren't they so CUTE!
Then, once they had this perfect slow but comfortable suicide going, the government and business decided they needed volume for workers. So, they brought in people. Those people are not only foreign, they are outright hostile to everything that has been put in place. They are criminally, if unpunished for it, insensitive. They are literally murdering and raping and at most receiving light taps of so-called justice. Their government just opened the door. Further, they breed fast compared to the slow almost accidental breeding native population. They are violent and uneducated, indoctrinated, and they believe they have a free pass to that.
So, he commits genocide against a group of children from those who have brought about these changes and... people act surprised, startled, taken aback. Why in the world would he do such a thing? Why? He points out very clearly by his actions exactly what his state is doing to his people, albeit slowly. His government encouraged it's people not to breed. It encouraged them not to work hard. It discouraged everything from the native population that would have precluded this large, hostile, foreign group being needed. And then it brought them in head-over-heals. His government IS murdering his people, just more slowly through encouraged abortion, contraception, and assisted suicide, and through proxy of a violent group of foreigners. The Spanish Inquisition was not brought about because muslims are negotiable peaceful people. It wasn't brought about because they are lawful. They were quite willing to take on the Catholic faith in spite of having no such affiliation. They do NOT assimilate, at all, ever. Nor have they ever.
What he did, some will say, is absolutely and unequivocally wrong. I can't say that. I won't say it. I will say it is unfortunate he saw the need, or more that the need exists. It is unfortunate he had to waste his life fighting for his people, many of whom will never even understand until it is far too late (which, if I am guessing, unless nations go the way of this man and the Spain of antiquities if in a secular fashion as that is all they have), then it is too late. It is probably true with America as well. In some ways, it is probably "later" on that timeline in America than it is in Europe.
Advocate? I advocate little. I just see what is happening. And I can't blame the participants for fury, hatred, murder, especially since they have been trained that there is no real good or bad. Further, is it murder to want to survive? I find it quite unfortunate that our dear leaders have left people with no choice. It almost looks like they set this up. Some say ignorance is bliss, others say there is no such thing as ignorance. Perhaps their notions are merely impossible dreamers, poets, artists of politics stretching dreams too far. I don't think so. I think either knowingly directly or indirectly they charged ahead hoping to create the kind of murderous frenzy that allows populists to gain even more power, and as always eventual hard defeat. I suppose they keep hoping for the Stalin, Pol Pot, or Obama who will win and either keep it going forever and disappear history as they have tried to do, or will wipe out man. The pigs tail and snout are so similar when the light is fading. I guess I am saying who can be right in any of what is about to unfold?
I will hold onto my Christian faith, even if it kills me. I will not push over that line and attempt to take the most Godly path available. I won't do for others what they do not desire, not even for their own good. I would recommend you find God and hold onto Him. I think that was the shot heard around history.
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The nap was wretched but being awake in the heat was worse. I have to figure something out. It is now getting to 80 in the house. I am not sure why, as I don't think it was that bad last year. Then again I could simply have been in better shape, in some weird way. It is 10 to 15 degrees hotter outside. Given that I have no ac, that is quite a difference, but it isn't enough. I am shutting all but the back windows much earlier as the heat of the day is quicker and fiercer. Moving the fan to blow right on me does help a bit more. No more oscillation, just a steady stream of hot but moving air.
I keep thinking about this man being called a terrorist. While I share few of his ideals and would not kill, at this point, I have to think that what he has done is neither incorrect nor abominable. What he has done is point out that his way of life and his very culture, what of it is left after socialism, is being shredded. He was raised in a soft socialism that allowed him to do as he pleased. No real rules were set in place. The Church is dead there, so there no sin to them. Oh, there are laws, but, what of them? Everyone could pretty much to anything, even the most severe crimes are lightly punished (if you can call it punishment). His people became lax. Work ethic doesn't really exist. Having children? Why bother, there is the state. Some still do, but more for obscure reasons. Children, if they are anything like America, are often more like pets. Aren't they so CUTE!
Then, once they had this perfect slow but comfortable suicide going, the government and business decided they needed volume for workers. So, they brought in people. Those people are not only foreign, they are outright hostile to everything that has been put in place. They are criminally, if unpunished for it, insensitive. They are literally murdering and raping and at most receiving light taps of so-called justice. Their government just opened the door. Further, they breed fast compared to the slow almost accidental breeding native population. They are violent and uneducated, indoctrinated, and they believe they have a free pass to that.
So, he commits genocide against a group of children from those who have brought about these changes and... people act surprised, startled, taken aback. Why in the world would he do such a thing? Why? He points out very clearly by his actions exactly what his state is doing to his people, albeit slowly. His government encouraged it's people not to breed. It encouraged them not to work hard. It discouraged everything from the native population that would have precluded this large, hostile, foreign group being needed. And then it brought them in head-over-heals. His government IS murdering his people, just more slowly through encouraged abortion, contraception, and assisted suicide, and through proxy of a violent group of foreigners. The Spanish Inquisition was not brought about because muslims are negotiable peaceful people. It wasn't brought about because they are lawful. They were quite willing to take on the Catholic faith in spite of having no such affiliation. They do NOT assimilate, at all, ever. Nor have they ever.
What he did, some will say, is absolutely and unequivocally wrong. I can't say that. I won't say it. I will say it is unfortunate he saw the need, or more that the need exists. It is unfortunate he had to waste his life fighting for his people, many of whom will never even understand until it is far too late (which, if I am guessing, unless nations go the way of this man and the Spain of antiquities if in a secular fashion as that is all they have), then it is too late. It is probably true with America as well. In some ways, it is probably "later" on that timeline in America than it is in Europe.
Advocate? I advocate little. I just see what is happening. And I can't blame the participants for fury, hatred, murder, especially since they have been trained that there is no real good or bad. Further, is it murder to want to survive? I find it quite unfortunate that our dear leaders have left people with no choice. It almost looks like they set this up. Some say ignorance is bliss, others say there is no such thing as ignorance. Perhaps their notions are merely impossible dreamers, poets, artists of politics stretching dreams too far. I don't think so. I think either knowingly directly or indirectly they charged ahead hoping to create the kind of murderous frenzy that allows populists to gain even more power, and as always eventual hard defeat. I suppose they keep hoping for the Stalin, Pol Pot, or Obama who will win and either keep it going forever and disappear history as they have tried to do, or will wipe out man. The pigs tail and snout are so similar when the light is fading. I guess I am saying who can be right in any of what is about to unfold?
I will hold onto my Christian faith, even if it kills me. I will not push over that line and attempt to take the most Godly path available. I won't do for others what they do not desire, not even for their own good. I would recommend you find God and hold onto Him. I think that was the shot heard around history.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
The heat is just becoming nasty.
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It still cools to the 60's at night, but that is of little comfort during the day. Even at night, it isn't really cool until just before the sun rises, of course. First it takes so long to cool, then getting that cool air in. By the time it cools down it begins to get hot. A few hours in early to mid morning, say four hours? Yeah. I have been looking at options though. Higher temps and my current health simply do not seem to be mixing well. I shouldn't complain too much. Another month and a half and the world becomes more like I like it.
Oh heck, I think I am going to try to nap until the world cools a bit more. Hmm, I wonder if the lake is open for swimming yet. With the water we got and the melt still coming down, it might not be. It is a reservoir, truth be told. So it might still be too deep and too cold. I really ought to find out. Later.
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It still cools to the 60's at night, but that is of little comfort during the day. Even at night, it isn't really cool until just before the sun rises, of course. First it takes so long to cool, then getting that cool air in. By the time it cools down it begins to get hot. A few hours in early to mid morning, say four hours? Yeah. I have been looking at options though. Higher temps and my current health simply do not seem to be mixing well. I shouldn't complain too much. Another month and a half and the world becomes more like I like it.
Oh heck, I think I am going to try to nap until the world cools a bit more. Hmm, I wonder if the lake is open for swimming yet. With the water we got and the melt still coming down, it might not be. It is a reservoir, truth be told. So it might still be too deep and too cold. I really ought to find out. Later.
What an odd little world and what a strange group of people.
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The more I consider "liberals", "neochristians", and the like the more I do see one thing for certain. Their mere existence causes me to dig into why I am who I am. Their questions are usually seemingly pointless. And they cannot be changed, from my experiences. Nor do they see facts for what they are or ever try to quantify or quality test. "Feeding the people is good! Why Christ did that with the loaves (if that is fiction).", they might say. No, Christ fed people who happened to have followed Him (against his advice I might add, to a degree, on at least one of those occasions anyway). He didn't base His ministry on feeding the hungry any more than He did so on healing the lame, blind, diseased, and ill. Those things He did, they were a part of His proof perhaps, but more they were examples of compassion and an example of what we really can do, with faith. And, yes, miracles, literal real miracles, happen every day. Your next breath is a miracle, but a seemingly mundane one. There are absolutely scientifically and historically impossible things that happen so often believers know.
In any case, without those people I would potentially not be who I am and I certainly wouldn't know well nearly so well. Then again, that is only consciously. I know or believe enough to get me through what I don't know. In a way, I am grateful for fools of the lower orders. And still I hope for a day when only those who understand perfectly are allowed to roam freely. Or, I should say know and adhere, as I believe we all already know everything, only maintaining pieces of it consciously albeit. Everyone knows what is right and wrong on at least a minor scale. Many choose not to be right. Those are the ones I will have little sorrow for their lack of presence. Unlike some, however, I will let God sort it out.
This new terrorist, the story keeps changing. First he was a fundamentalist (Christian), conservative, anti-immigration, nationalist. At least two of those have been blown out of the water, as I suspected they would be. First, he is not a Christian, of any sort. Second, he is not a conservative. The Unibomber seems to be his main source. What it boils down to is that this man is a atheist national socialist. Uhrm, not exactly what is still being portrayed. As to his motives however, they are not that of a madman. His writings aren't even his. He is merely a man beset by changes he cannot control. I would say his actions, not his guilt, are free from that of the insane. I might even say due to the plight of his people, his guilt is questionable. I have some notion that this is just the beginning.
People in Europe are beyond wits ends dealing with governments that not only govern poorly but add insult to injury by bringing in foreigners they will not, perhaps cannot, control. Once enough people, there, get a taste of and for blood, there will be no stopping it. They sort of have a history of bloodletting. And if the government will not simply protect them, they will at first, like this man, do it themselves. Until enough people side with them publicly, and change the government. But populist swings in small nations can be terrible. They no longer depend on the Middle-East for oil, so they no longer need fear repercussions.
Right, wrong? In some cases there is so much wrong that there can't be right anywhere in the whole context to be found. The same can be said for America, which is reaching many boiling points as well. A mere 100 Republicans are holding the line. I think there is a collective holding of breath, waiting for this next election. But if things do not change, things will definitely change. I am just an observer, perhaps a survivor. I just write what the crystal ball is telling me. Governments need to step up and offer security or put it in the hands of the people and shut it. If they do not begin kicking out illegal aliens and figuring out how to do an enforceable guest worker program, they will find out just how tough it can really be. And it looks like their children may be the targets. Right? Wrong? What is genocide through "immigration reform"? Just a slower form of the same thing.
Crazy? Maybe. Maybe we all are, one way or another. I'm just making notes, analyzing, calculating, and preparing to hunker down until the storm passes. The left has had it's way for over a century now. It is time to begin the undoing. Financials to policies to... everything. It has begun.
.
The more I consider "liberals", "neochristians", and the like the more I do see one thing for certain. Their mere existence causes me to dig into why I am who I am. Their questions are usually seemingly pointless. And they cannot be changed, from my experiences. Nor do they see facts for what they are or ever try to quantify or quality test. "Feeding the people is good! Why Christ did that with the loaves (if that is fiction).", they might say. No, Christ fed people who happened to have followed Him (against his advice I might add, to a degree, on at least one of those occasions anyway). He didn't base His ministry on feeding the hungry any more than He did so on healing the lame, blind, diseased, and ill. Those things He did, they were a part of His proof perhaps, but more they were examples of compassion and an example of what we really can do, with faith. And, yes, miracles, literal real miracles, happen every day. Your next breath is a miracle, but a seemingly mundane one. There are absolutely scientifically and historically impossible things that happen so often believers know.
In any case, without those people I would potentially not be who I am and I certainly wouldn't know well nearly so well. Then again, that is only consciously. I know or believe enough to get me through what I don't know. In a way, I am grateful for fools of the lower orders. And still I hope for a day when only those who understand perfectly are allowed to roam freely. Or, I should say know and adhere, as I believe we all already know everything, only maintaining pieces of it consciously albeit. Everyone knows what is right and wrong on at least a minor scale. Many choose not to be right. Those are the ones I will have little sorrow for their lack of presence. Unlike some, however, I will let God sort it out.
This new terrorist, the story keeps changing. First he was a fundamentalist (Christian), conservative, anti-immigration, nationalist. At least two of those have been blown out of the water, as I suspected they would be. First, he is not a Christian, of any sort. Second, he is not a conservative. The Unibomber seems to be his main source. What it boils down to is that this man is a atheist national socialist. Uhrm, not exactly what is still being portrayed. As to his motives however, they are not that of a madman. His writings aren't even his. He is merely a man beset by changes he cannot control. I would say his actions, not his guilt, are free from that of the insane. I might even say due to the plight of his people, his guilt is questionable. I have some notion that this is just the beginning.
People in Europe are beyond wits ends dealing with governments that not only govern poorly but add insult to injury by bringing in foreigners they will not, perhaps cannot, control. Once enough people, there, get a taste of and for blood, there will be no stopping it. They sort of have a history of bloodletting. And if the government will not simply protect them, they will at first, like this man, do it themselves. Until enough people side with them publicly, and change the government. But populist swings in small nations can be terrible. They no longer depend on the Middle-East for oil, so they no longer need fear repercussions.
Right, wrong? In some cases there is so much wrong that there can't be right anywhere in the whole context to be found. The same can be said for America, which is reaching many boiling points as well. A mere 100 Republicans are holding the line. I think there is a collective holding of breath, waiting for this next election. But if things do not change, things will definitely change. I am just an observer, perhaps a survivor. I just write what the crystal ball is telling me. Governments need to step up and offer security or put it in the hands of the people and shut it. If they do not begin kicking out illegal aliens and figuring out how to do an enforceable guest worker program, they will find out just how tough it can really be. And it looks like their children may be the targets. Right? Wrong? What is genocide through "immigration reform"? Just a slower form of the same thing.
Crazy? Maybe. Maybe we all are, one way or another. I'm just making notes, analyzing, calculating, and preparing to hunker down until the storm passes. The left has had it's way for over a century now. It is time to begin the undoing. Financials to policies to... everything. It has begun.
Fried, cooked, beaten up.
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A rough one today. Still, I crawled out from the sheets before I had planned, before the alarm. And I pushed to keep it that way. While not quite up to getting out and to town, I did call and speak with the guy. Seems I will merely be leaving it there anyway. What he had roughly suggested I had already tried. Then again, I don't have a Midas touch. Not with bike mechanics. Perhaps there is a 'sweet spot' and I don't have the tuning it takes to know. But if it is that touchy, I would guess using something to hold the hex in place would be advisable. Not the hard setters, just the lighter bolt holder treatments.
First full dose for some time. I realize, too, I forgot last nights medication. Bah, I guess today is a fresh start. I had better remember the potassium, I was rather low. I think I have been forgetting that. They have me on 80 for the next five days, then back down to 40. Plus they have me on double lasix for the same time period. It seems they don't want my bp to come down too much, but I think they overly worry about that. It is almost back to my "normals". Then again, between this and that... My foot has been shot out from under me regarding being more active, for example. When every time you put your foot down it hurts and feels like a large section of it is burning, you do so less often. But lowering my dosage wasn't great either.
My shoulders still feel like they have had a strong, perhaps severe, sunburn. It is better than what it was. Have you ever had a sunburn bad enough that it burned and the skin cracked? That is what those areas slightly outside and slightly above where my shoulder blades peak outward feel like, each area is about the size of a fully extended shoulder blade. The area of soreness around it covers from the base of my ribs up into my arms but ends at the neck, though the most severe of it is centered in those small areas mentioned above. I have no idea what would cause that. Going shirtless doesn't help. This has been going on for a week or slightly more now. I have zero clue about it. A side affect from cutting doses, started by going without medicine for several days? Some odd neurological issue? Whatever, I wish it would just do it's thing and go. Massaging and showering do nothing. Itching it, which seems called for at times, is as fun as itching a real sunburn (not at all, that is). Yet there are no marks, it isn't red, swollen, puffy... nothing. The skin IS sensitive. Just touching it in some of the area causes pain. Weird.
It is already getting pretty hot in this front room. So, I am going to retreat after just a bit more tinkering. Have a great day.
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A rough one today. Still, I crawled out from the sheets before I had planned, before the alarm. And I pushed to keep it that way. While not quite up to getting out and to town, I did call and speak with the guy. Seems I will merely be leaving it there anyway. What he had roughly suggested I had already tried. Then again, I don't have a Midas touch. Not with bike mechanics. Perhaps there is a 'sweet spot' and I don't have the tuning it takes to know. But if it is that touchy, I would guess using something to hold the hex in place would be advisable. Not the hard setters, just the lighter bolt holder treatments.
First full dose for some time. I realize, too, I forgot last nights medication. Bah, I guess today is a fresh start. I had better remember the potassium, I was rather low. I think I have been forgetting that. They have me on 80 for the next five days, then back down to 40. Plus they have me on double lasix for the same time period. It seems they don't want my bp to come down too much, but I think they overly worry about that. It is almost back to my "normals". Then again, between this and that... My foot has been shot out from under me regarding being more active, for example. When every time you put your foot down it hurts and feels like a large section of it is burning, you do so less often. But lowering my dosage wasn't great either.
My shoulders still feel like they have had a strong, perhaps severe, sunburn. It is better than what it was. Have you ever had a sunburn bad enough that it burned and the skin cracked? That is what those areas slightly outside and slightly above where my shoulder blades peak outward feel like, each area is about the size of a fully extended shoulder blade. The area of soreness around it covers from the base of my ribs up into my arms but ends at the neck, though the most severe of it is centered in those small areas mentioned above. I have no idea what would cause that. Going shirtless doesn't help. This has been going on for a week or slightly more now. I have zero clue about it. A side affect from cutting doses, started by going without medicine for several days? Some odd neurological issue? Whatever, I wish it would just do it's thing and go. Massaging and showering do nothing. Itching it, which seems called for at times, is as fun as itching a real sunburn (not at all, that is). Yet there are no marks, it isn't red, swollen, puffy... nothing. The skin IS sensitive. Just touching it in some of the area causes pain. Weird.
It is already getting pretty hot in this front room. So, I am going to retreat after just a bit more tinkering. Have a great day.
No sleep.
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I don't know if it is just the felt heat (can't tell if I am hot or the temps are up) or if staying up overnight triggered something. I just know that I can't sleep. I had been about to use the CPAP when I realized I don't have the water it needs. I was told to use distilled water, or to boil water for 20 minutes (I think). When I am in town getting my bike looked at I will pick up a bottle for now. Perhaps from then on I will simply boil and replace. I hate not being able to sleep, or even rest. I will try again shortly.
Oh, I realize we have a monsoon season here as well. The notion is still foreign to me. I just can't quite wrap my mind about being in the middle of a desert having weather I had always associated with, what, South Pacific Islands, India, or something? Humidity does go up, rain can come though it is very spotty, no deluges though. Then again, I think the highest I have seen humidity is in the 50% range. Not exactly wet air, like Iowa. Flash floods in the south of the state, and anywhere there are large elevation spikes, of course as well. But those happen almost any time it rains in those areas and off the beaten track.
I happened to take a vocabulary test, to see where I fit in (shamelessly stolen from Ace of Spades HQ). Terrible, I was in the middle of average. At one time I truly had a large vocabulary, of course when I read books. I averaged three books a week for much of my early life, not including comic books if those count. And the bible was a common read. And I didn't read my age-group type books which I generally despised. I generally read the classics, then into politics and history. Over a couple of decades, that is a lot of Twain, Poe, Dickens, and the rest. I really would love to have a kindle like device, both for cheap reading material, quick access, and some other things. I just don't like kindle, the ability to yank books (or even alter them), and some other things about that and other devices. There were about a dozen words I once knew, but since I couldn't recall now what they mean, I had to skip them. Nope, even including the words I used to know, my score is just at the higher end of average. Ah well.
Hmm, back to bed. Maybe if I lay really still, sleep will creep in and plug me in my glass jaw? It was happy to pick on me on my drive home! Bastage!
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I don't know if it is just the felt heat (can't tell if I am hot or the temps are up) or if staying up overnight triggered something. I just know that I can't sleep. I had been about to use the CPAP when I realized I don't have the water it needs. I was told to use distilled water, or to boil water for 20 minutes (I think). When I am in town getting my bike looked at I will pick up a bottle for now. Perhaps from then on I will simply boil and replace. I hate not being able to sleep, or even rest. I will try again shortly.
Oh, I realize we have a monsoon season here as well. The notion is still foreign to me. I just can't quite wrap my mind about being in the middle of a desert having weather I had always associated with, what, South Pacific Islands, India, or something? Humidity does go up, rain can come though it is very spotty, no deluges though. Then again, I think the highest I have seen humidity is in the 50% range. Not exactly wet air, like Iowa. Flash floods in the south of the state, and anywhere there are large elevation spikes, of course as well. But those happen almost any time it rains in those areas and off the beaten track.
I happened to take a vocabulary test, to see where I fit in (shamelessly stolen from Ace of Spades HQ). Terrible, I was in the middle of average. At one time I truly had a large vocabulary, of course when I read books. I averaged three books a week for much of my early life, not including comic books if those count. And the bible was a common read. And I didn't read my age-group type books which I generally despised. I generally read the classics, then into politics and history. Over a couple of decades, that is a lot of Twain, Poe, Dickens, and the rest. I really would love to have a kindle like device, both for cheap reading material, quick access, and some other things. I just don't like kindle, the ability to yank books (or even alter them), and some other things about that and other devices. There were about a dozen words I once knew, but since I couldn't recall now what they mean, I had to skip them. Nope, even including the words I used to know, my score is just at the higher end of average. Ah well.
Hmm, back to bed. Maybe if I lay really still, sleep will creep in and plug me in my glass jaw? It was happy to pick on me on my drive home! Bastage!
That went well.
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Nothing fancy, but I did set up my medicine for the next two weeks. Yes, yes, I checked it twice, give or take. I also figured out what the problem was with a couple of folding knives I have. They were almost dangerous to open, they would get stuck about half way. You see, there is a little hex nut that actually controls the... Yeah, I had to know that. Why didn't I figure it out? Then again, when I first got them, my tools were still in storage and I doubt if I had hex that small at the time. Further, when I have a problem from the past, I can get stuck in the notions surrounding it. Rather than looking for solutions, I just stick with "It's broke, nothing I can do!". Well, they are fixed.
Gee, I need to get to sleep but I'm not sure I can. Hmm, something small to eat. A heated brot? Sure. I need to get a bit more fruit. Cherries, apples, grapes, all good. I wonder if there is something else though? Ah, and more carrots. Dang but I have started to really enjoy peanut butter with carrots. Anywhile, good night.
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Nothing fancy, but I did set up my medicine for the next two weeks. Yes, yes, I checked it twice, give or take. I also figured out what the problem was with a couple of folding knives I have. They were almost dangerous to open, they would get stuck about half way. You see, there is a little hex nut that actually controls the... Yeah, I had to know that. Why didn't I figure it out? Then again, when I first got them, my tools were still in storage and I doubt if I had hex that small at the time. Further, when I have a problem from the past, I can get stuck in the notions surrounding it. Rather than looking for solutions, I just stick with "It's broke, nothing I can do!". Well, they are fixed.
Gee, I need to get to sleep but I'm not sure I can. Hmm, something small to eat. A heated brot? Sure. I need to get a bit more fruit. Cherries, apples, grapes, all good. I wonder if there is something else though? Ah, and more carrots. Dang but I have started to really enjoy peanut butter with carrots. Anywhile, good night.
Monday, July 25, 2011
An easy, workable, trip.
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I must be honest with you. I did not think I would make it to the doctors today. It had nothing to do with want. With medicine that seemingly is on the right track, I am more like a man dieing of thirst heading to water. The operative word is dieing. I've been tripping over myself for a week or two, more?, now. Even before I lowered the main medicine by need. In any case, it is back on track or will be tomorrow. They have added one more medicine, a light diuretic called spironolactone, to the mix. I'll tell you, the heart transplant specialists are high energy people. They get a little animated when you go off the reservation. It's almost worth tweaking meds just to get the 'treatment'. I love psychic massages. And angry women types. Some like Farris Wheels, sky diving, diving with sharks, whatever. I like short, high pitched, animated female type people, sue me. I got all the meds, reloaded a few things, and got out. I do rush, but those places are full of dieing people. And though it is said I am in a dieing condition it damn well doesn't look like it.
After that I went to the CPAP place. Set up was a breeze. It seems their is a humidifier on the machine. I hadn't actually even opened it up yet so I had no clue what was in there. I can see the reason for humidifier plainly. I can get a touch dry, mostly through the nasals though sometimes in the throat, at night. Actually though, it has been... quite some time since I woke up dry. I think it had to do with staying up too long and sleeping too long, and those things happening far too often. I met one of the techs who might visit my home. She seemed normal enough. I did not get to meet the other tech. I am told he is short, with gray hair, and has tattoos on his legs. That is all the description I have of him and it is not enough. I doubt if they legally could tell me if he is black. If it got back to him, he could probably sue. I will find out. There was something on her face when I asked what the guy looked like. What I read from that was that the most obvious characteristic she could not, would not say. She was totally unprepared for the question. I usually get the best answers, one way or another, that way. Anyway, that is set up.
Oh, the Lord knows, I loves me some flirting. No, this isn't moves and grooves. I have no real motives. Some women just... connect. It isn't innocent, not like a child. But it isn't guilty, either. It is a sweet few moments between two consenting adults who have a physical and chemical attraction. I guess, for me, that is as close to free love as I get these days. And it is the sweeter for it. Even it is rare. And not all flirts are equal. Today I had one of the finest flirts in a very long time. I would actually put that in my top 10, ever. And I flirt like girls blink. Most flirtation is like teaching a child to play tennis... hit or miss but the effort is good. Today? Wimbledon! I'm a happy man. Love? Certainly not money. Then again not zero either.
When I finished with the CPAP I was in a hurry home. I was absolutely done. All I could do was stay on the road and keep directions logged into the queue. Bushed, tired, fried, frazzled, exhausted. I had promised I would check the mail but I could not force myself to do that. I did get everything in from the vehicle, I then figured out how to undress. I did find the bed, I think. And it was lights out. I did not use the CPAP, I simply couldn't have figured it out even if I had wanted to stay up the extra few minutes to do so. *BAM* I have no real idea of what time it was, though I think I saw 14:00 and change. I woke at 21:00 and change, had a bit of food, blogged, fed the cats, and am about to set up my medsets. I may just tinker a bit and try to sleep again, this time with the CPAP.
Oh, I did mention that I was having problems with my foot. That getting out walking was... a problem. But only because they asked and I updated them on my bike, too. I didn't think they could do a consult. Lo and behold, they can, and did! Oh, I still walk like hell and fire are coming down on me or the Spirit is with me. I can move like the wind and blow smaller people off their feet going by. But I can probably walk on fire too. I just wouldn't do it long or often. That bottom of the foot callus is hellaciously painful to walk on. Something like a sharp pebble taped to the palm of my foot. It tears, it cuts, it burns. It really has been slowing me down, come to think of it. I don't think about it until I motate, then I remember why the HELL I HAVEN'T BEEN MOTATING! *youch*
Yes, the bicycle goes in tomorrow. I don't know how I will do it. I am setting both alarms, plus my phone. I will try to get back to bed before long, and I will push and shove to get up, out, and going. This, as I see it, is as vital as medicine. Perhaps it is even more important. As I fell down on meds, I fell down on this, and everything else, for a bit. But that doesn't mean I even took a break or retreated and I definitely didn't quit. I simply, as I said, fell down. I have been trying to get up the whole time this time. I can't fall down anymore. Not and just sit there.
Have you all died? Few posts, little interaction? Ah, right, summer is in full swing. Fine. Do have some fun, get some work done, keep at it. I'll manage until you need a break. A little jealous, and worried. Then again, Puff the Magic Dragon always wonders if Jackie Paper will ever come back. Am I real if he doesn't? Yes, it just wouldn't seem like it.
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I must be honest with you. I did not think I would make it to the doctors today. It had nothing to do with want. With medicine that seemingly is on the right track, I am more like a man dieing of thirst heading to water. The operative word is dieing. I've been tripping over myself for a week or two, more?, now. Even before I lowered the main medicine by need. In any case, it is back on track or will be tomorrow. They have added one more medicine, a light diuretic called spironolactone, to the mix. I'll tell you, the heart transplant specialists are high energy people. They get a little animated when you go off the reservation. It's almost worth tweaking meds just to get the 'treatment'. I love psychic massages. And angry women types. Some like Farris Wheels, sky diving, diving with sharks, whatever. I like short, high pitched, animated female type people, sue me. I got all the meds, reloaded a few things, and got out. I do rush, but those places are full of dieing people. And though it is said I am in a dieing condition it damn well doesn't look like it.
After that I went to the CPAP place. Set up was a breeze. It seems their is a humidifier on the machine. I hadn't actually even opened it up yet so I had no clue what was in there. I can see the reason for humidifier plainly. I can get a touch dry, mostly through the nasals though sometimes in the throat, at night. Actually though, it has been... quite some time since I woke up dry. I think it had to do with staying up too long and sleeping too long, and those things happening far too often. I met one of the techs who might visit my home. She seemed normal enough. I did not get to meet the other tech. I am told he is short, with gray hair, and has tattoos on his legs. That is all the description I have of him and it is not enough. I doubt if they legally could tell me if he is black. If it got back to him, he could probably sue. I will find out. There was something on her face when I asked what the guy looked like. What I read from that was that the most obvious characteristic she could not, would not say. She was totally unprepared for the question. I usually get the best answers, one way or another, that way. Anyway, that is set up.
Oh, the Lord knows, I loves me some flirting. No, this isn't moves and grooves. I have no real motives. Some women just... connect. It isn't innocent, not like a child. But it isn't guilty, either. It is a sweet few moments between two consenting adults who have a physical and chemical attraction. I guess, for me, that is as close to free love as I get these days. And it is the sweeter for it. Even it is rare. And not all flirts are equal. Today I had one of the finest flirts in a very long time. I would actually put that in my top 10, ever. And I flirt like girls blink. Most flirtation is like teaching a child to play tennis... hit or miss but the effort is good. Today? Wimbledon! I'm a happy man. Love? Certainly not money. Then again not zero either.
When I finished with the CPAP I was in a hurry home. I was absolutely done. All I could do was stay on the road and keep directions logged into the queue. Bushed, tired, fried, frazzled, exhausted. I had promised I would check the mail but I could not force myself to do that. I did get everything in from the vehicle, I then figured out how to undress. I did find the bed, I think. And it was lights out. I did not use the CPAP, I simply couldn't have figured it out even if I had wanted to stay up the extra few minutes to do so. *BAM* I have no real idea of what time it was, though I think I saw 14:00 and change. I woke at 21:00 and change, had a bit of food, blogged, fed the cats, and am about to set up my medsets. I may just tinker a bit and try to sleep again, this time with the CPAP.
Oh, I did mention that I was having problems with my foot. That getting out walking was... a problem. But only because they asked and I updated them on my bike, too. I didn't think they could do a consult. Lo and behold, they can, and did! Oh, I still walk like hell and fire are coming down on me or the Spirit is with me. I can move like the wind and blow smaller people off their feet going by. But I can probably walk on fire too. I just wouldn't do it long or often. That bottom of the foot callus is hellaciously painful to walk on. Something like a sharp pebble taped to the palm of my foot. It tears, it cuts, it burns. It really has been slowing me down, come to think of it. I don't think about it until I motate, then I remember why the HELL I HAVEN'T BEEN MOTATING! *youch*
Yes, the bicycle goes in tomorrow. I don't know how I will do it. I am setting both alarms, plus my phone. I will try to get back to bed before long, and I will push and shove to get up, out, and going. This, as I see it, is as vital as medicine. Perhaps it is even more important. As I fell down on meds, I fell down on this, and everything else, for a bit. But that doesn't mean I even took a break or retreated and I definitely didn't quit. I simply, as I said, fell down. I have been trying to get up the whole time this time. I can't fall down anymore. Not and just sit there.
Have you all died? Few posts, little interaction? Ah, right, summer is in full swing. Fine. Do have some fun, get some work done, keep at it. I'll manage until you need a break. A little jealous, and worried. Then again, Puff the Magic Dragon always wonders if Jackie Paper will ever come back. Am I real if he doesn't? Yes, it just wouldn't seem like it.
A quiet but functioning night.
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I have made it through the rough part of staying awake. And I did clear out one of the areas that had bottle-necked in my sudden crash. My bedroom is looking much more open. I sorted and stored a number of boxes and laundry baskets of clean close while sorting dirty close, putting those separate piles in their own baskets, and taking those to the laundry area. I couldn't do much, or fast, just enough to keep the fires lit as I knew I would not wake up if I slept. And I NEED to get in there. I have been taking my medicine, but perhaps not properly. I was low on one medicine but was tinkering with another, possibly foolishly. Or, maybe, my health simply cycles no matter what I do. But this has been a rougher downside. Oh, and I will be having the CPAP set up today after my other appointments. I really do hate going to the doctors. At least I can drive myself though.
I still have to get the cat litter policed and the trash out. Then a shower, a shave, brushing my teeth, and be out by 6:00. Ugh, only an hour to go. I do love driving in the morning though, when it is cool. I just wish fewer bikers (bicycle type) hit the road early. They are difficult to spot and most either have no lights or what they have doesn't work well. I simply do not understand taking that kind of risk, especially while riding very expensive bikes. I guess I just don't understand. Even though I am grumpy about being slowed down, I wouldn't hurt them on purpose. But it can be awfully difficult to even see them that early and still half asleep.
Well, on to the rest of what I need to do to get going. Have a great day! Drive safely, as much as possible, should you need to go out. Auf Wiederschreibensehen. (don't look that up, I think I made it up)
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I have made it through the rough part of staying awake. And I did clear out one of the areas that had bottle-necked in my sudden crash. My bedroom is looking much more open. I sorted and stored a number of boxes and laundry baskets of clean close while sorting dirty close, putting those separate piles in their own baskets, and taking those to the laundry area. I couldn't do much, or fast, just enough to keep the fires lit as I knew I would not wake up if I slept. And I NEED to get in there. I have been taking my medicine, but perhaps not properly. I was low on one medicine but was tinkering with another, possibly foolishly. Or, maybe, my health simply cycles no matter what I do. But this has been a rougher downside. Oh, and I will be having the CPAP set up today after my other appointments. I really do hate going to the doctors. At least I can drive myself though.
I still have to get the cat litter policed and the trash out. Then a shower, a shave, brushing my teeth, and be out by 6:00. Ugh, only an hour to go. I do love driving in the morning though, when it is cool. I just wish fewer bikers (bicycle type) hit the road early. They are difficult to spot and most either have no lights or what they have doesn't work well. I simply do not understand taking that kind of risk, especially while riding very expensive bikes. I guess I just don't understand. Even though I am grumpy about being slowed down, I wouldn't hurt them on purpose. But it can be awfully difficult to even see them that early and still half asleep.
Well, on to the rest of what I need to do to get going. Have a great day! Drive safely, as much as possible, should you need to go out. Auf Wiederschreibensehen. (don't look that up, I think I made it up)
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Mind-fu? Could be.
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I keep tinkering with the design programs I have. The most promising one does have a method of writing into the design, but it is quite weak. It might have something to do with how I am attempting to scale things, though, so I may try to tweak that a bit. I am learning, but given that the company will not put out tutorials as those are a gifts for ponying up and paying for their mainline program "pro" version, the learning curve is rather steep. I am sure I have tinkered with AutoCAD at the university but I didn't get far there, either. While they may or may not have had a tutorial or dozen, hundred(?), I simply didn't have the time or a solid reason to devote more than moments tinkering. I am stuck, at this point, in trying to take a pair of concentric circles, what will be the building blocks for tires, and turning them to place them on the shaft that will become my axle. Never mind, I am working on it.
At Helen's, there is a discussion regarding how much men, compared to women, do around the house. I initially just spoofed a response. But after reading enough other responses, I had to suggest that men shouldn't be even discussing how much they do around the house. The home, classically, tribally, and in all other forms of history, has been a thing of the woman. It is her's to dress up, it is her's to manage, it is her's to clean. So I made it quite clear that I can't believe so many of the men there were just groveling to jump on the "Oh, I do so much, more even" bandwagon that I had to question the masculinity in the discussion. Beta at best, what gamma? at worst. I had to ask if marriage castrates men or if the particular group there is just hen-pecked and weak or liberal. I suggested they were debating feminism about as well as Boehner is debating the Democrats. At that pace, they might as well surrender and start sitting to pee, taking crumpets with their tea (which they will serve), and start wearing "man" aprons. Bah!
In another discussion, I suggested that most of the women I have known have been rather narcissistic, if allowed the lead. Which I most certainly do not. A strong male presence seems to tamp the natural inclinations of a woman, to keep her in check. Like it or not, it has worked for me like a charm. Still not married, but there is more to that than meets the eye as well. I certainly wasn't sure I wanted to marry. I picked women who... didn't really have those instincts or could be kept by mere promise. Well, for most of my 'career'. Earlier on, if I hadn't been moving around so much, I might have done just that, gotten married. Thank you Navy. Seriously, after finding out how high the divorce rate is in the service, I was quite happy not to have gotten in too deep.
No, I think most women are as I suggest, most modern women. And, yes, a strong male presence and some solid competition to make the score clear, plus some excellent sack time keeps the thing manageable. It's always there, waiting to sneak out. Just like my one-eyed friend. Ha! Now, maybe most women really aren't like that when they are natural and normal (though I think it is probably only a milder form). But when women are either fixed (hysterectomy) or on the pill, I think that is when the monsters that they really are come into full bloom. Yes, that is my bet. And I will lay my arm to your head on the chopping block awaiting proof. Looser splats.
I have again started reading, in my prelude to studying economics. "What is Wrong with the World", by Chesterton. And yes, I am trying to read some of it out loud, as I had suggested. Don't read it! If you don't want to know that we are facing merely an advanced group of the same type of people he was naming and decrying. Oh they have gotten there way and come a long way from his time, but it is the very same group of people, the same poorly devised policies, the same corruption. Only now they have the worst of the least in the presidency of the most powerful nation on earth, or... what used to be, could be, should be. Wonderful reading. If you have never read him, just imagine me, only smart, clever, good with words, and slightly more diplomatic (if not quite in a politically correct manner). Or, that is how I see things.
Tonight was meat night! I had been thawing the meats in the fridge. Whether because of the dry climate, higher heat, or relatively cooler house (no, cause it happens in the winter too), I can't get things to thaw in the refrigerator. I have to take them out. No, no, I keep the reefer just right, so veggies and milk neither freeze nor even frost, even when veggies aren't in the bins. I really wonder if it is the arid nature of the region? In any case, brots and beef ribs on the bone were in the offing. Absolutely fantastic foods. I keep overdoing the brots. They seem to be very tricky though. Two cooking cycles is too little, three is too much. I keep working on it, and have it down to that point. Next time I will try splitting the difference. The beef ribs were perfect, they go four cooking cycles, one cycle on each side. Nummm!
I have to be going very early in the morning. And I must admit I am sweating it. I might try to tear into things and make it an all-nighter. I simply do not think I can get up early. I haven't been able to for days, my wake time has steadily climbed into the early afternoon. *BAM* No choice. Oh, I have awaken at 9:00 several mornings. I had zero capacity to do more than go right back to sleep. The alarm does nothing, often I haven't even been hearing it. Or I wake way late only to realize I must have shut it off. Heck no, that doesn't mean I am quitting. It only means I'm in a funk. So I have to consider that when trying to make plans.
Hmm, more ribs! Later.
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I keep tinkering with the design programs I have. The most promising one does have a method of writing into the design, but it is quite weak. It might have something to do with how I am attempting to scale things, though, so I may try to tweak that a bit. I am learning, but given that the company will not put out tutorials as those are a gifts for ponying up and paying for their mainline program "pro" version, the learning curve is rather steep. I am sure I have tinkered with AutoCAD at the university but I didn't get far there, either. While they may or may not have had a tutorial or dozen, hundred(?), I simply didn't have the time or a solid reason to devote more than moments tinkering. I am stuck, at this point, in trying to take a pair of concentric circles, what will be the building blocks for tires, and turning them to place them on the shaft that will become my axle. Never mind, I am working on it.
At Helen's, there is a discussion regarding how much men, compared to women, do around the house. I initially just spoofed a response. But after reading enough other responses, I had to suggest that men shouldn't be even discussing how much they do around the house. The home, classically, tribally, and in all other forms of history, has been a thing of the woman. It is her's to dress up, it is her's to manage, it is her's to clean. So I made it quite clear that I can't believe so many of the men there were just groveling to jump on the "Oh, I do so much, more even" bandwagon that I had to question the masculinity in the discussion. Beta at best, what gamma? at worst. I had to ask if marriage castrates men or if the particular group there is just hen-pecked and weak or liberal. I suggested they were debating feminism about as well as Boehner is debating the Democrats. At that pace, they might as well surrender and start sitting to pee, taking crumpets with their tea (which they will serve), and start wearing "man" aprons. Bah!
In another discussion, I suggested that most of the women I have known have been rather narcissistic, if allowed the lead. Which I most certainly do not. A strong male presence seems to tamp the natural inclinations of a woman, to keep her in check. Like it or not, it has worked for me like a charm. Still not married, but there is more to that than meets the eye as well. I certainly wasn't sure I wanted to marry. I picked women who... didn't really have those instincts or could be kept by mere promise. Well, for most of my 'career'. Earlier on, if I hadn't been moving around so much, I might have done just that, gotten married. Thank you Navy. Seriously, after finding out how high the divorce rate is in the service, I was quite happy not to have gotten in too deep.
No, I think most women are as I suggest, most modern women. And, yes, a strong male presence and some solid competition to make the score clear, plus some excellent sack time keeps the thing manageable. It's always there, waiting to sneak out. Just like my one-eyed friend. Ha! Now, maybe most women really aren't like that when they are natural and normal (though I think it is probably only a milder form). But when women are either fixed (hysterectomy) or on the pill, I think that is when the monsters that they really are come into full bloom. Yes, that is my bet. And I will lay my arm to your head on the chopping block awaiting proof. Looser splats.
I have again started reading, in my prelude to studying economics. "What is Wrong with the World", by Chesterton. And yes, I am trying to read some of it out loud, as I had suggested. Don't read it! If you don't want to know that we are facing merely an advanced group of the same type of people he was naming and decrying. Oh they have gotten there way and come a long way from his time, but it is the very same group of people, the same poorly devised policies, the same corruption. Only now they have the worst of the least in the presidency of the most powerful nation on earth, or... what used to be, could be, should be. Wonderful reading. If you have never read him, just imagine me, only smart, clever, good with words, and slightly more diplomatic (if not quite in a politically correct manner). Or, that is how I see things.
Tonight was meat night! I had been thawing the meats in the fridge. Whether because of the dry climate, higher heat, or relatively cooler house (no, cause it happens in the winter too), I can't get things to thaw in the refrigerator. I have to take them out. No, no, I keep the reefer just right, so veggies and milk neither freeze nor even frost, even when veggies aren't in the bins. I really wonder if it is the arid nature of the region? In any case, brots and beef ribs on the bone were in the offing. Absolutely fantastic foods. I keep overdoing the brots. They seem to be very tricky though. Two cooking cycles is too little, three is too much. I keep working on it, and have it down to that point. Next time I will try splitting the difference. The beef ribs were perfect, they go four cooking cycles, one cycle on each side. Nummm!
I have to be going very early in the morning. And I must admit I am sweating it. I might try to tear into things and make it an all-nighter. I simply do not think I can get up early. I haven't been able to for days, my wake time has steadily climbed into the early afternoon. *BAM* No choice. Oh, I have awaken at 9:00 several mornings. I had zero capacity to do more than go right back to sleep. The alarm does nothing, often I haven't even been hearing it. Or I wake way late only to realize I must have shut it off. Heck no, that doesn't mean I am quitting. It only means I'm in a funk. So I have to consider that when trying to make plans.
Hmm, more ribs! Later.
Some thoughts.
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The West is dying. Multiculturalism is one of the diseases. Some will quibble, those who have some sort of agreement, that multiculturalism is merely a symptom. That debate, while reasonable, is not the crux of today's thoughts. The question is, how will and how should multiculturalism be handled. There are many ways to deal with it. Most will seem draconian in modern parlance. Sentiment, mood, and common thought have been poisoned by those who support egalitarianism and the rest of that. Most people have had this idea crammed into their forced integration minds beyond what their own eyes tell them. They believe even though they know it is not true.
Segregation, as I mentioned the other day, is gaining steam. Not a lot of steam, and it hasn't gone mainstream. But all it will take is a match. Something I realize is that segregation is not a functional means of dealing with the situation over the long term. It is no more a solid answer than what we have today, though it could be a functional short term political and social device in resetting the world as we know it. And, yes, it can be done. It would require, most likely, marshal law. There are always... questions... about martial law. But again, this is not the main crux of the notion. Nor is it required for a solid, workable, long term solution.
The solution I propose is to use the laws of those who do not adhere to Western methods and laws on them, though not in their way, but ours. For example, sharia law places non-muslims into a second class citizenship. Neither are they fully protected by the law nor are they allowed to participate in the laws, some business potential, or government either through voting or holding office. What I propose, for muslims, is that they be held to the same situation, though it be based on whether they are Christian since that is the local majority. All of sharia laws would bind muslims in America but be based on our norms and customs. It would be giving them their cake and us eating it. For Europeans, I suppose it would have to be based on atheism, socialism, or some such.
How long would that stay as an active part of our legal system? As long as we have people living here in large number who wish to subvert our systems. Any group, socialists, communists, atheists, who chooses to change our system to their system would be held to their ideals. People would get to choose... American or something else first. If they choose something else first, our laws would accommodate their lifestyle. You are a socialist, you say? Then you have no property rights and would be taxed according to socialist national averages, for example.
Oh, it would never fly. But that isn't always the point. It WOULD work, but then when has our government ever done anything that does work? Other than, of course, what is good enough for government work.
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The West is dying. Multiculturalism is one of the diseases. Some will quibble, those who have some sort of agreement, that multiculturalism is merely a symptom. That debate, while reasonable, is not the crux of today's thoughts. The question is, how will and how should multiculturalism be handled. There are many ways to deal with it. Most will seem draconian in modern parlance. Sentiment, mood, and common thought have been poisoned by those who support egalitarianism and the rest of that. Most people have had this idea crammed into their forced integration minds beyond what their own eyes tell them. They believe even though they know it is not true.
Segregation, as I mentioned the other day, is gaining steam. Not a lot of steam, and it hasn't gone mainstream. But all it will take is a match. Something I realize is that segregation is not a functional means of dealing with the situation over the long term. It is no more a solid answer than what we have today, though it could be a functional short term political and social device in resetting the world as we know it. And, yes, it can be done. It would require, most likely, marshal law. There are always... questions... about martial law. But again, this is not the main crux of the notion. Nor is it required for a solid, workable, long term solution.
The solution I propose is to use the laws of those who do not adhere to Western methods and laws on them, though not in their way, but ours. For example, sharia law places non-muslims into a second class citizenship. Neither are they fully protected by the law nor are they allowed to participate in the laws, some business potential, or government either through voting or holding office. What I propose, for muslims, is that they be held to the same situation, though it be based on whether they are Christian since that is the local majority. All of sharia laws would bind muslims in America but be based on our norms and customs. It would be giving them their cake and us eating it. For Europeans, I suppose it would have to be based on atheism, socialism, or some such.
How long would that stay as an active part of our legal system? As long as we have people living here in large number who wish to subvert our systems. Any group, socialists, communists, atheists, who chooses to change our system to their system would be held to their ideals. People would get to choose... American or something else first. If they choose something else first, our laws would accommodate their lifestyle. You are a socialist, you say? Then you have no property rights and would be taxed according to socialist national averages, for example.
Oh, it would never fly. But that isn't always the point. It WOULD work, but then when has our government ever done anything that does work? Other than, of course, what is good enough for government work.
Interesting things, at least to me.
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I've been looking over goats, again. It seems you probably can't have milk goats that are good for meat. What you can do is have a full blood meat buck and milk does. The offspring, needed to induce milk production anyway, will then be at least half of a good meat stock and so useful for that. Of course, the process of turning a kid into dinner is no small task. Many people who think about it don't realize you probably wouldn't be able to do it all in a day. The first part, killing, bleeding, skinning, and gutting would be one days work. You could get fast enough to do this in, say, a few minutes. But the meat then needs to cool slowly, over at least a day but preferably several days. Then you have to part the meat. I have done this with a deer. I did a poor job of it, but good enough to get the meat processed after I got it off the bones. It was about the same size as a large goat, and from what I have seen, the process is exactly the same. A lot of work, but it would definitely be worth it.
While considering goats in general, I looked through various articles regarding goat milk. If I had, say, two milking does, that would offer anywhere from a gallon to six gallons a day! A bit much for even my milk loving ways. But there are other things you can do with goat milk. Cheeses, butter, ice cream, yogurt, take your pick. All of it would have to be for home consumption, mind you. I don't know what the regulations are for milk sales, but for meat it has to be USDA inspected before it can be sold. And, really, they only do that at slaughterhouses. They actually inspect while the animal is being butchered, which means a small group of butchers at a time simply wouldn't draw them to inspect. For sales I would have to find a commercial butcher who would accept a contract. For milk? Cheese? Anything edible? No idea, so far. My guess is it would be a nightmare. But the soap I could sell, if I could find an outlet. Just thinking. I am not really interested in going commercial, I would merely be interested in breaking even beyond the meat and milk production cost versus expense. Yes, a free lunch would be nice. Or, as free as lunches get. It might not truly be possible though, due to regulations.
The more I think of this, the more likely I am, should I survive long, that I will eventually have goats. Nubian does for milk and a Boer buck for the meat side of it. Though I don't know if such a large male would cause problems for the does. Things to consider over time. Those bucks are large, in the 240-300 pound range. That's my size! The nubian does are large, but still 65 pounds lighter than Boer. Hmm, perhaps a mostly nubian mixed with boer doe? Just thinking.
I've been looking over other design programs. The only thing of any real use for my purposes is free, but only for a month. Then the price goes way up. AutoCAD is offered for a month of free use. After that it is, if I recall rightly, passed $3k and nearly into $4k, before taxes, title, fees, and whatever else Uncle Sam is calling the robbery these days. I keep looking for something useful and free. It seems most of them either don't actually allow writing or measurements to be put into the designs, or it just isn't working on my machine. I may simply have to do this old school. Yeah, I know, probably a silly project. But it is something somewhat like engineering. And, yes, I do like doing that stuff. I would love to put my home and outbuildings into design programs, and tinker with them there, too. I r a nerd, sort of. I guess I want to be a nerd. (I've literally been chastised by women for calling myself a nerd. Good looking women too. Sometimes I am clueless... or is it a trick?) No, I am clueless. It just doesn't seem to matter though.
Good night.
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I've been looking over goats, again. It seems you probably can't have milk goats that are good for meat. What you can do is have a full blood meat buck and milk does. The offspring, needed to induce milk production anyway, will then be at least half of a good meat stock and so useful for that. Of course, the process of turning a kid into dinner is no small task. Many people who think about it don't realize you probably wouldn't be able to do it all in a day. The first part, killing, bleeding, skinning, and gutting would be one days work. You could get fast enough to do this in, say, a few minutes. But the meat then needs to cool slowly, over at least a day but preferably several days. Then you have to part the meat. I have done this with a deer. I did a poor job of it, but good enough to get the meat processed after I got it off the bones. It was about the same size as a large goat, and from what I have seen, the process is exactly the same. A lot of work, but it would definitely be worth it.
While considering goats in general, I looked through various articles regarding goat milk. If I had, say, two milking does, that would offer anywhere from a gallon to six gallons a day! A bit much for even my milk loving ways. But there are other things you can do with goat milk. Cheeses, butter, ice cream, yogurt, take your pick. All of it would have to be for home consumption, mind you. I don't know what the regulations are for milk sales, but for meat it has to be USDA inspected before it can be sold. And, really, they only do that at slaughterhouses. They actually inspect while the animal is being butchered, which means a small group of butchers at a time simply wouldn't draw them to inspect. For sales I would have to find a commercial butcher who would accept a contract. For milk? Cheese? Anything edible? No idea, so far. My guess is it would be a nightmare. But the soap I could sell, if I could find an outlet. Just thinking. I am not really interested in going commercial, I would merely be interested in breaking even beyond the meat and milk production cost versus expense. Yes, a free lunch would be nice. Or, as free as lunches get. It might not truly be possible though, due to regulations.
The more I think of this, the more likely I am, should I survive long, that I will eventually have goats. Nubian does for milk and a Boer buck for the meat side of it. Though I don't know if such a large male would cause problems for the does. Things to consider over time. Those bucks are large, in the 240-300 pound range. That's my size! The nubian does are large, but still 65 pounds lighter than Boer. Hmm, perhaps a mostly nubian mixed with boer doe? Just thinking.
I've been looking over other design programs. The only thing of any real use for my purposes is free, but only for a month. Then the price goes way up. AutoCAD is offered for a month of free use. After that it is, if I recall rightly, passed $3k and nearly into $4k, before taxes, title, fees, and whatever else Uncle Sam is calling the robbery these days. I keep looking for something useful and free. It seems most of them either don't actually allow writing or measurements to be put into the designs, or it just isn't working on my machine. I may simply have to do this old school. Yeah, I know, probably a silly project. But it is something somewhat like engineering. And, yes, I do like doing that stuff. I would love to put my home and outbuildings into design programs, and tinker with them there, too. I r a nerd, sort of. I guess I want to be a nerd. (I've literally been chastised by women for calling myself a nerd. Good looking women too. Sometimes I am clueless... or is it a trick?) No, I am clueless. It just doesn't seem to matter though.
Good night.
Saturday, July 23, 2011
A visit.
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The neighbor stopped by, with a young one in tow. Eggs. A gift for using the pasture. Fresh farm eggs are definitely a plus! He also brought over a city phone book, in several forms. Very nice indeed. The young one reminds me of Newt, from Aliens. Before the invasion, to be sure... but I could see it. Something about cute just isn't enough to describe her. I am wondering if this weekend was the celebration that was 'coming up'. Pioneer days, or some such, is celebrated locally and is nearly as big as the 4th of July celebrations. I had wanted to attend. Even if I hadn't lost track I don't think I am in the kind of shape to have gotten out, not for long, with large groups, on a hot day. Perhaps some day I will begin scouting a bit more. Perhaps I will always remain a recluse of sorts.
I have been continuing to sample various cheeses. I keep a few around I know I like and then add a new type from time to time. The last new type was curds. I don't really care for it as I found this particular brand. It tasted like either a salty mozzarella or a mozzarella cheddar mix. However, I hate to waste. Being out of shredded cheese, I decided to put it on the last of my frozen burritos. It melted well enough and tasted pretty good that way. I am thinking gruyere and brie next. I know I don't like brie straight up. Perhaps on crackers, with sausage, or in some other kind of paring? I don't think I like gruyere either, not really. But I am exploring other uses of cheese. It's... something to do.
I may actually consider buying a case or two of table wine and some beer next month. I don't plan to drink heavily, but I do believe a bottle of beer or glass of wine per night would be a beneficial thing. Though I would like to add scotch into the midst, I am going a bit lower scale for now. Fortunately or not, my taste in scotch has become a bit rich. Johnny walker red is way out, and even black is akin to swallowing a glass of medium grit sandpaper. About the lowest I go is a single malt that I like, which starts at about $60 (give or take, market dependent) to my absolute favorite, which runs at about $150-$200 a bottle. Thankfully Budweiser and table wine will do for those other tastes. Regardless of what many say, Budweiser is a fine simple beer. Oh, I have tasted the expensive stuff, some of it I even adore. German and monk beers get my toot on big time. But I can still appreciate the humble beer. As for wine, I do not need single year, small vineyard, vintage stuff. A good solid bodied confected wine that changes little from year to year due to mixing is fine by me. Again, I have tasted the better wines, even one that cost $4k (bleh). I'll take table wine, and thank you. If you want to try wines, California is the place you ought to go. Though a South African wine has become one of my favorites. I think I may explore this area a bit too, but only in the lower priced table wine sorts. Just varieties to sip with some cheese or sausage or various meats.
As time goes on, I may begin trying to stock up on monk beer and German beer. Actually, last I heard, all German breweries were foreign owned! But you know what I mean. A case every other month of one of those, and in a year or two I would have stock to simply replace when used. And... used it would be. The thing is, could I keep my hands off it in the interim? Bah. Quiet you. Similar with wine, as well. If you are going to stock up on food, why not some spirits too. While it is hot here, my basement always remains rather cool and yet never freezes. Plus, I am not thinking a 20 year supply or such. A few years, perhaps. You do realize beer and wine are foods, right? And medicine. Same with scotch. When I did wet work on the sub, came in cold and wet, I was offered a touch of that last by the captain. To... cure what ailed me. And I think it did! I just stopped drinking it and it crept back.
Blathering. But I seem to be able to do little else. Later or good night.
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The neighbor stopped by, with a young one in tow. Eggs. A gift for using the pasture. Fresh farm eggs are definitely a plus! He also brought over a city phone book, in several forms. Very nice indeed. The young one reminds me of Newt, from Aliens. Before the invasion, to be sure... but I could see it. Something about cute just isn't enough to describe her. I am wondering if this weekend was the celebration that was 'coming up'. Pioneer days, or some such, is celebrated locally and is nearly as big as the 4th of July celebrations. I had wanted to attend. Even if I hadn't lost track I don't think I am in the kind of shape to have gotten out, not for long, with large groups, on a hot day. Perhaps some day I will begin scouting a bit more. Perhaps I will always remain a recluse of sorts.
I have been continuing to sample various cheeses. I keep a few around I know I like and then add a new type from time to time. The last new type was curds. I don't really care for it as I found this particular brand. It tasted like either a salty mozzarella or a mozzarella cheddar mix. However, I hate to waste. Being out of shredded cheese, I decided to put it on the last of my frozen burritos. It melted well enough and tasted pretty good that way. I am thinking gruyere and brie next. I know I don't like brie straight up. Perhaps on crackers, with sausage, or in some other kind of paring? I don't think I like gruyere either, not really. But I am exploring other uses of cheese. It's... something to do.
I may actually consider buying a case or two of table wine and some beer next month. I don't plan to drink heavily, but I do believe a bottle of beer or glass of wine per night would be a beneficial thing. Though I would like to add scotch into the midst, I am going a bit lower scale for now. Fortunately or not, my taste in scotch has become a bit rich. Johnny walker red is way out, and even black is akin to swallowing a glass of medium grit sandpaper. About the lowest I go is a single malt that I like, which starts at about $60 (give or take, market dependent) to my absolute favorite, which runs at about $150-$200 a bottle. Thankfully Budweiser and table wine will do for those other tastes. Regardless of what many say, Budweiser is a fine simple beer. Oh, I have tasted the expensive stuff, some of it I even adore. German and monk beers get my toot on big time. But I can still appreciate the humble beer. As for wine, I do not need single year, small vineyard, vintage stuff. A good solid bodied confected wine that changes little from year to year due to mixing is fine by me. Again, I have tasted the better wines, even one that cost $4k (bleh). I'll take table wine, and thank you. If you want to try wines, California is the place you ought to go. Though a South African wine has become one of my favorites. I think I may explore this area a bit too, but only in the lower priced table wine sorts. Just varieties to sip with some cheese or sausage or various meats.
As time goes on, I may begin trying to stock up on monk beer and German beer. Actually, last I heard, all German breweries were foreign owned! But you know what I mean. A case every other month of one of those, and in a year or two I would have stock to simply replace when used. And... used it would be. The thing is, could I keep my hands off it in the interim? Bah. Quiet you. Similar with wine, as well. If you are going to stock up on food, why not some spirits too. While it is hot here, my basement always remains rather cool and yet never freezes. Plus, I am not thinking a 20 year supply or such. A few years, perhaps. You do realize beer and wine are foods, right? And medicine. Same with scotch. When I did wet work on the sub, came in cold and wet, I was offered a touch of that last by the captain. To... cure what ailed me. And I think it did! I just stopped drinking it and it crept back.
Blathering. But I seem to be able to do little else. Later or good night.
You know though...
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Yes, I am stuck. And, finally, I do believe it is totally physically based. I shouldn't be doing as "well" as I am. Literally. My condition is severe enough that most people with as much wrong with me, are completely down. This condition doesn't just affect the body, it effects the mind, and mood. It doesn't feel like that should be true, but it is. That I push past is something special. I have to rearrange my attitude about my condition, but I won't quit pushing for more, either, though. No, but I was thinking...
As bad as it is for me, I do pretty good. I even have a reason to just lay down, quit, take it easy, do nothing. I just can't. So, what is the government's problem? How can they be lamer than me? What disease of the state is so bad that when it doesn't function correctly it functions self-destructively? Our government is committing suicide in what should be a healthy time. Oh, the finances aren't healthy you say? That is a symptom, not the disease.
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Yes, I am stuck. And, finally, I do believe it is totally physically based. I shouldn't be doing as "well" as I am. Literally. My condition is severe enough that most people with as much wrong with me, are completely down. This condition doesn't just affect the body, it effects the mind, and mood. It doesn't feel like that should be true, but it is. That I push past is something special. I have to rearrange my attitude about my condition, but I won't quit pushing for more, either, though. No, but I was thinking...
As bad as it is for me, I do pretty good. I even have a reason to just lay down, quit, take it easy, do nothing. I just can't. So, what is the government's problem? How can they be lamer than me? What disease of the state is so bad that when it doesn't function correctly it functions self-destructively? Our government is committing suicide in what should be a healthy time. Oh, the finances aren't healthy you say? That is a symptom, not the disease.
The pain is going.
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I seem to be in less pain as time passes. Now it is not both patches slightly out and up from the shoulder blades that hurts, mostly just the right one. It does take the medicine a bit, to do whatever it does, after starting or restarting. Especially when I missed a few additional single doses in there too. It will take even a bit longer for my stats to come down, I would guess. My pulse, oddly, has stayed down once it was initially brought down. From 120 as a high, it has come down into the 80 range, plus or minus as much as 12 per minute. Sleep is still screwy. But then I am not sure how much any improvement was simply a temporary thing, a local 'high'. I do suspect that the right medicine has helped a great deal though. And it certainly hasn't accentuated the lows. It does seem that missing medicine complicates everything vastly, and cutting back isn't the way to go, but it is something I have had to do being short and all.
I am, again, tripping over myself. I simply can't get things done and I am in a bit of trouble that way. I am not sure what exactly to do about it other than to keep trying. At least I am holding to that. I am also trying to expand some things, like getting into reading and messing with that design program. I might have to look for another program though, as this one doesn't seem to have a function which will let me type words and number into the designs. Then again, maybe no free design program will. On the good side, what you learn in one program will help with the next. You just have to do a quick study and figure out how what you used in the last one to do things is actually done in the new program. And I have learned a goodly bit. Though some of the advanced tools either don't work because this machine is really old or because the software isn't as open as it would appear.
The little things I could do, and want to do, really do just get lost though. That is where I hate the illness the most. I simply get stuck and can't break out of whatever I am doing. I am staying up, but my days are again creeping out and up, later and later. I'll just keep digging.
I read something about men now doing as much, or if you believe it more, housework than their wives at Helen's blog. For my part, when I have had a woman, that has never been true. And, I mean it not to be true. Women are much fussier about the houses I have shared, the cleanliness and order. I got frustrated with women on this issue after the first or second one I lived with and just quit trying. Oh, and I have appreciated it, certainly, their work. The only thing I ever did, at one time, was cook. For the most part I leave the home to the woman, whether she works or not. No, they don't always like it. There just isn't another option, really. It's a package thing. If it comes to a fight or vacuuming, I will be gone fishing before she can turn back to glare at me... and I will wait for something to catch her attention 'over there'. The Lord knows I love and am thankful for those delightful little Jedi mind tricks... *tap, tick, tock* "What's that..."... "Where did he go!"... "Oh... a... fishing we will go... yes, sir... a fishing we are gone... you bet... Ah, life is so carefree!" I have helped on special occasions, mind you. And I will move furniture around. And I will fix things. But I won't vacuum, dust, or some of that other stuff. Well, not in a woman's time frame of 'need', anyway.
Oh, what is that behind you? Well, on to something today. Have a great day.
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I seem to be in less pain as time passes. Now it is not both patches slightly out and up from the shoulder blades that hurts, mostly just the right one. It does take the medicine a bit, to do whatever it does, after starting or restarting. Especially when I missed a few additional single doses in there too. It will take even a bit longer for my stats to come down, I would guess. My pulse, oddly, has stayed down once it was initially brought down. From 120 as a high, it has come down into the 80 range, plus or minus as much as 12 per minute. Sleep is still screwy. But then I am not sure how much any improvement was simply a temporary thing, a local 'high'. I do suspect that the right medicine has helped a great deal though. And it certainly hasn't accentuated the lows. It does seem that missing medicine complicates everything vastly, and cutting back isn't the way to go, but it is something I have had to do being short and all.
I am, again, tripping over myself. I simply can't get things done and I am in a bit of trouble that way. I am not sure what exactly to do about it other than to keep trying. At least I am holding to that. I am also trying to expand some things, like getting into reading and messing with that design program. I might have to look for another program though, as this one doesn't seem to have a function which will let me type words and number into the designs. Then again, maybe no free design program will. On the good side, what you learn in one program will help with the next. You just have to do a quick study and figure out how what you used in the last one to do things is actually done in the new program. And I have learned a goodly bit. Though some of the advanced tools either don't work because this machine is really old or because the software isn't as open as it would appear.
The little things I could do, and want to do, really do just get lost though. That is where I hate the illness the most. I simply get stuck and can't break out of whatever I am doing. I am staying up, but my days are again creeping out and up, later and later. I'll just keep digging.
I read something about men now doing as much, or if you believe it more, housework than their wives at Helen's blog. For my part, when I have had a woman, that has never been true. And, I mean it not to be true. Women are much fussier about the houses I have shared, the cleanliness and order. I got frustrated with women on this issue after the first or second one I lived with and just quit trying. Oh, and I have appreciated it, certainly, their work. The only thing I ever did, at one time, was cook. For the most part I leave the home to the woman, whether she works or not. No, they don't always like it. There just isn't another option, really. It's a package thing. If it comes to a fight or vacuuming, I will be gone fishing before she can turn back to glare at me... and I will wait for something to catch her attention 'over there'. The Lord knows I love and am thankful for those delightful little Jedi mind tricks... *tap, tick, tock* "What's that..."... "Where did he go!"... "Oh... a... fishing we will go... yes, sir... a fishing we are gone... you bet... Ah, life is so carefree!" I have helped on special occasions, mind you. And I will move furniture around. And I will fix things. But I won't vacuum, dust, or some of that other stuff. Well, not in a woman's time frame of 'need', anyway.
Oh, what is that behind you? Well, on to something today. Have a great day.
Friday, July 22, 2011
Oh sure, I knew that.
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No, you don't need a router and router table, you don't need a bisket cutter, you don't need a table saw, band saw, drill or drill press. You really don't. I knew an Amish craftsmen who did everything by hand. Then again, he had tools for EVERYTHING. More than a modern woodcrafter could ever imagine. And, my guess is, his tools would have cost more to replace by several times over electric tools, if you could find some of them. Many were handed down or horse-traded, no doubt. It took six weeks to build a dresser though. Well, some of that time was making room for the item in his schedule by finishing off other orders. But the vast majority of that time was cutting, gluing, chiseling, planing, sanding, and varnish plus a top coat. How much do power tools cut out of that? I would guess 30% to possibly 60%, depending on the size and other particulars. Even keeping in rabbets and the other good joinery.
So, as I look over my tools, I realize I need more. For this job I could probably get away with a router, with the right bits. I don't need to make rabbets, and certainly nothing more complicated than box joints. Still, I need a jig for it. The good news is the jig will work for the whole of my various boxes and door. I suppose I could just tap a few nails in, or wood screws, and glue. I know I can't cut everything on 45 degree angles and try that. I simply don't have the skill and don't want to mess up that much wood!
I guess I thought you could do things a bit more easily. And, while you can, the assumption is you have done these things before (or close enough) and you have a serious woodworkers set of tools. I know, maybe people just grab a box of inexpensive nails they happen to have on hand, and what wood they can salvage, and call it good. I probably should too. I suppose the only reason I am thinking about trying to do it correctly is because I am considering building my own cabinets. From what I have seen of cabinets, they either aren't worth any money or they cost more than I could afford by as much as what I am paying for my house as is! It is insane. Solid wood will cost you. Good craftsmanship will cost you. Truly solid wood and superior quality are out of your budget. So, I might as well gear up a bit and get some practice in.
You do know, this is probably all bunk. I know it might be too. My capacity is limited. I guess I do believe I can expand my capacity. The bike is the key, most likely, to start with. Do you realize you can burn upwards of 8k calories on a bike in a three hour tour? Oh, not you, not pedaling like that. But that is the capacity. Of course, if doing that on a standard style of multi-geared bike, it would mean pedaling 25-28 mph on a flat surface, 21-25 mph in the mountains (which means taking as many "enhancement" drugs when and where you can though too, let's be honest here). I do think, if I can't get to that level, I could get to half of that... if I can ever get it going, (speed reduced due to it being a mountain bike, of course). I do things compulsively, once I get started. And I HATE going slow. On a bike, since I am the engine, I am thinking I would seriously lean into the task. You should see me walk. I would guess most of you couldn't keep up without jogging.
I am not sure if getting in shape will help, as I don't think my physical condition is the problem, only another symptom. But I do have hope. And not the hope that comes to the truly desperate or those about to die. There is still real potential. My ups and downs are not as severe, my outlook is improving just by knowing what the problem is, and I am in the right place to do more, to expand. You know, if I actually did make my own cabinets, someone else might want some made. They buy the wood and, say, do other work I need done in trade, plus a little cash? I wouldn't want to do it full time or professionally. I would get lost and overwhelmed. But a few jobs a year would pay for the tools. Who knows.
Good night.
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No, you don't need a router and router table, you don't need a bisket cutter, you don't need a table saw, band saw, drill or drill press. You really don't. I knew an Amish craftsmen who did everything by hand. Then again, he had tools for EVERYTHING. More than a modern woodcrafter could ever imagine. And, my guess is, his tools would have cost more to replace by several times over electric tools, if you could find some of them. Many were handed down or horse-traded, no doubt. It took six weeks to build a dresser though. Well, some of that time was making room for the item in his schedule by finishing off other orders. But the vast majority of that time was cutting, gluing, chiseling, planing, sanding, and varnish plus a top coat. How much do power tools cut out of that? I would guess 30% to possibly 60%, depending on the size and other particulars. Even keeping in rabbets and the other good joinery.
So, as I look over my tools, I realize I need more. For this job I could probably get away with a router, with the right bits. I don't need to make rabbets, and certainly nothing more complicated than box joints. Still, I need a jig for it. The good news is the jig will work for the whole of my various boxes and door. I suppose I could just tap a few nails in, or wood screws, and glue. I know I can't cut everything on 45 degree angles and try that. I simply don't have the skill and don't want to mess up that much wood!
I guess I thought you could do things a bit more easily. And, while you can, the assumption is you have done these things before (or close enough) and you have a serious woodworkers set of tools. I know, maybe people just grab a box of inexpensive nails they happen to have on hand, and what wood they can salvage, and call it good. I probably should too. I suppose the only reason I am thinking about trying to do it correctly is because I am considering building my own cabinets. From what I have seen of cabinets, they either aren't worth any money or they cost more than I could afford by as much as what I am paying for my house as is! It is insane. Solid wood will cost you. Good craftsmanship will cost you. Truly solid wood and superior quality are out of your budget. So, I might as well gear up a bit and get some practice in.
You do know, this is probably all bunk. I know it might be too. My capacity is limited. I guess I do believe I can expand my capacity. The bike is the key, most likely, to start with. Do you realize you can burn upwards of 8k calories on a bike in a three hour tour? Oh, not you, not pedaling like that. But that is the capacity. Of course, if doing that on a standard style of multi-geared bike, it would mean pedaling 25-28 mph on a flat surface, 21-25 mph in the mountains (which means taking as many "enhancement" drugs when and where you can though too, let's be honest here). I do think, if I can't get to that level, I could get to half of that... if I can ever get it going, (speed reduced due to it being a mountain bike, of course). I do things compulsively, once I get started. And I HATE going slow. On a bike, since I am the engine, I am thinking I would seriously lean into the task. You should see me walk. I would guess most of you couldn't keep up without jogging.
I am not sure if getting in shape will help, as I don't think my physical condition is the problem, only another symptom. But I do have hope. And not the hope that comes to the truly desperate or those about to die. There is still real potential. My ups and downs are not as severe, my outlook is improving just by knowing what the problem is, and I am in the right place to do more, to expand. You know, if I actually did make my own cabinets, someone else might want some made. They buy the wood and, say, do other work I need done in trade, plus a little cash? I wouldn't want to do it full time or professionally. I would get lost and overwhelmed. But a few jobs a year would pay for the tools. Who knows.
Good night.
Heat, half doses of medicine, or what?
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Today has been a rough day. I did not get the bike in, call about this or that, nothing. I have a ton of things I need to do and I simply can't remember, focus, push. There is nothing to keep me on track. Add in that I haven't been taking my medicine as well as I should be. Not on purpose, I simply haven't been focusing well. On the good side, I don't chalk this up to the medicine in the first place. This is more like how things used to be, not an exacerbated normal low. My blood pressure is up a bit, but that may be due to missing medicine. At least I can still fight to keep on trying. It is merely disappointing. I don't need a rest, I need to push when and where I can. And, I will.
Perhaps I can at least manage to get my home back in order this weekend. I would also like to check for wasps in the coop, spray if needed, and keep checking and spraying until they are gone. If no wasps, or when they are gone, it will be time to take materials out there. I can do nothing with the bike, myself. And I am not interested in paying some large price for an unassociated bike mechanic to tell me what I already know and have him try to sell me an expensive brake system. I can't even do it Monday as I have to travel. I have an appointment in the morning and early afternoon. Busy. Tuesday, if I can raise my own carcass early enough, is as soon as I can get that bike going.
Disappointing. I have so much to do. I just can't seem to get to it. Oh, I will be learning how to join the wood walls for my solar cooker today. There are many methods. I won't be making rabbits or other fancy things. I haven't made a wooden box, before, actually. My mind is going over possibilities. I called my mom back, after missing her call this morning. I was telling her a bit about it. She should be interesting to have try it out. She is rather... normalized. She saw farm life and rejected that. She likes quick, easy, easy to maintain, functional, cheap. Considering how little a solar oven costs and that there is no fee to run it, and it doesn't heat the house, she might really like this item. The downside is either adjusting it every half hour to hour or the slower cooking process, well, and having to leave the warm or cool home to face the elements while filling and adjusting it.
On with... something. Have a great day.
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Today has been a rough day. I did not get the bike in, call about this or that, nothing. I have a ton of things I need to do and I simply can't remember, focus, push. There is nothing to keep me on track. Add in that I haven't been taking my medicine as well as I should be. Not on purpose, I simply haven't been focusing well. On the good side, I don't chalk this up to the medicine in the first place. This is more like how things used to be, not an exacerbated normal low. My blood pressure is up a bit, but that may be due to missing medicine. At least I can still fight to keep on trying. It is merely disappointing. I don't need a rest, I need to push when and where I can. And, I will.
Perhaps I can at least manage to get my home back in order this weekend. I would also like to check for wasps in the coop, spray if needed, and keep checking and spraying until they are gone. If no wasps, or when they are gone, it will be time to take materials out there. I can do nothing with the bike, myself. And I am not interested in paying some large price for an unassociated bike mechanic to tell me what I already know and have him try to sell me an expensive brake system. I can't even do it Monday as I have to travel. I have an appointment in the morning and early afternoon. Busy. Tuesday, if I can raise my own carcass early enough, is as soon as I can get that bike going.
Disappointing. I have so much to do. I just can't seem to get to it. Oh, I will be learning how to join the wood walls for my solar cooker today. There are many methods. I won't be making rabbits or other fancy things. I haven't made a wooden box, before, actually. My mind is going over possibilities. I called my mom back, after missing her call this morning. I was telling her a bit about it. She should be interesting to have try it out. She is rather... normalized. She saw farm life and rejected that. She likes quick, easy, easy to maintain, functional, cheap. Considering how little a solar oven costs and that there is no fee to run it, and it doesn't heat the house, she might really like this item. The downside is either adjusting it every half hour to hour or the slower cooking process, well, and having to leave the warm or cool home to face the elements while filling and adjusting it.
On with... something. Have a great day.
Segregation?
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I see people are beginning to think things that would have been unspeakable for the last forty years. It is being whispered in the corners of the political spheres, but not from the out and out racist sectors. The neo-Nazis and other purists are pretty much a dieing breed. Their brand of socialism, in any case, is what brought in the kind of power that has been needed to force disparate races of men into some kind of a terrible social forced integration experiment. At some point even stupid kids grow up enough to figure out that Hitler, Stalin, Mao, once they gained power, did whatever they wanted. And much of it was quite unlike what they had promised. Forced integration in schools, work, the military, along with sex integration, has been a terrible flop. It has increased the cost of schooling per child in the range of medical cost increases, without the concurrent increase in lifespan that medicine has at least brought to the table (mediocre as even that is) but instead created a decrease in capacity to teach of academics to seriously culture and civil destroying levels of ignorance and apathy among the young. Only socialism could have brought the forcing of integration among peoples, some of them wholly unworthy of being allowed full access due to their proclivity to violence from their natural lower intelligence.
Segregation? Not so long as the federal government remains this socialist and this strong. But it is busily burying it's power in debt. What does a broke government do? It begs. Who does it beg? The majority. What does the majority want? Safety, perhaps some payback. Of course, that is why this government is busily trying to keep our southern boarders open and our airports free of enforcement. They aren't even really kicking out doubly criminal illegal immigrants. By the way, if a doubly criminal illegal alien is in our prison system if (when) an amnesty takes place, does he gain that amnesty? Oh... Really? It is like a calculus problem where two parallel functions are going to zero. If they can get the minority population high enough before the government goes broke, they (in their version of things) win. Of course, there are variables. Abortion, something they support, kills huge swaths of minorities. On "our" side, our women don't want to have children and eat the pill like candy (which also hurts families... they don't call it the divorce medicine for nothing).
Who is going to win or what is actually going to end up happening is anyone's guess. Functions like these aren't linear, and these times are nearly unprecedented in some ways (nuclear weapons and other technologies make it so). But that is the game afoot. It is a convoluted poisonous political battle for the last remaining hope for a free world, or even a free place in an otherwise enslaved world population. a place to gain (and lose) wealth, and a chance at being your own man. This is the last vestige of the West. Without it, the other (and arguably even freer pockets of civilization) will crumble or be stormed. And, it is dieing from more diseases than I can count. Even the "friends" we think we have are merely enemies of a lesser sort. Boehner, Gingrich, and the rest of the group are no more for us than the Democrats they debate. For them the thing is merely academic. Even what they are for they aren't good at, as if they are really trying. Between talking each other out of doing the right thing for their opponents to not having a clue of what is really wanted or perhaps believing they don't have the capacity to grant what is wanted? While their opponents merely say "No" to whatever they propose, "our allies in politics" whittle at their own meger proposals! They haven't got a spine between them. They just want to be re-elected without having to do what they said they would do.
Ah well, we will see. If government hits zero before minority becomes majority, perhaps even the other way, there will come a time of decisions. There is a reason minorities are minorities in successful nations. When they become majority, either they are removed or the nation fails. Everywhere. Always. But with an old population of the majority versus a young minority, the thing becomes quite iffy. It should be interesting to watch. Europe first. Then us. Of course, when Europe falls it will be too late to change things here. Actually, I think Europe is through. Five years, max, is what remains to them. Then they either fight for their lives in a very desperate way or cease being anglo with a law based on Judeo-Christian ethics.
What makes me laugh the hardest about the whole show is that the people who are the strongest proponents of forced integration; academics, leftist political types (both politicians and activists), the medical field, leftist "Christians", and a few others; are the most lily white group of people I have ever seen. Purists to a group, exclusionist to a man, xenophobic beyond any reckoning, these people have done everything in there power to deny what they are, and yet all you need to do is see pictures of them in groups and do some head counting. Further, most of their political activity centers around killing minorities, from abortion (can't think of abortion without Sanger), to anti-DDT (and all chemicals good and helpful for a healthy population, to include bleach, pesticides, fertilizers) which allows millions, hundreds of millions, of deaths in poor nations (minority run, don't you know), on into every policy they propose. The very people who call people like me a racist are not only rather heavily white but genocidal against minorities. Oh, and the 'beautiful brown "noble savages" (Uncle Toms) who get their people onboard to those very policies are amazing. Need a Planned Parenthood building somewhere? Why, get in touch with the Obamas, Jacksons, or other "community organizers". He'll find a place in one of his communities and get the people their fired up for it. Wow. Just... Wow. ...'Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, I can take or leave it as I please' Or... not.
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I see people are beginning to think things that would have been unspeakable for the last forty years. It is being whispered in the corners of the political spheres, but not from the out and out racist sectors. The neo-Nazis and other purists are pretty much a dieing breed. Their brand of socialism, in any case, is what brought in the kind of power that has been needed to force disparate races of men into some kind of a terrible social forced integration experiment. At some point even stupid kids grow up enough to figure out that Hitler, Stalin, Mao, once they gained power, did whatever they wanted. And much of it was quite unlike what they had promised. Forced integration in schools, work, the military, along with sex integration, has been a terrible flop. It has increased the cost of schooling per child in the range of medical cost increases, without the concurrent increase in lifespan that medicine has at least brought to the table (mediocre as even that is) but instead created a decrease in capacity to teach of academics to seriously culture and civil destroying levels of ignorance and apathy among the young. Only socialism could have brought the forcing of integration among peoples, some of them wholly unworthy of being allowed full access due to their proclivity to violence from their natural lower intelligence.
Segregation? Not so long as the federal government remains this socialist and this strong. But it is busily burying it's power in debt. What does a broke government do? It begs. Who does it beg? The majority. What does the majority want? Safety, perhaps some payback. Of course, that is why this government is busily trying to keep our southern boarders open and our airports free of enforcement. They aren't even really kicking out doubly criminal illegal immigrants. By the way, if a doubly criminal illegal alien is in our prison system if (when) an amnesty takes place, does he gain that amnesty? Oh... Really? It is like a calculus problem where two parallel functions are going to zero. If they can get the minority population high enough before the government goes broke, they (in their version of things) win. Of course, there are variables. Abortion, something they support, kills huge swaths of minorities. On "our" side, our women don't want to have children and eat the pill like candy (which also hurts families... they don't call it the divorce medicine for nothing).
Who is going to win or what is actually going to end up happening is anyone's guess. Functions like these aren't linear, and these times are nearly unprecedented in some ways (nuclear weapons and other technologies make it so). But that is the game afoot. It is a convoluted poisonous political battle for the last remaining hope for a free world, or even a free place in an otherwise enslaved world population. a place to gain (and lose) wealth, and a chance at being your own man. This is the last vestige of the West. Without it, the other (and arguably even freer pockets of civilization) will crumble or be stormed. And, it is dieing from more diseases than I can count. Even the "friends" we think we have are merely enemies of a lesser sort. Boehner, Gingrich, and the rest of the group are no more for us than the Democrats they debate. For them the thing is merely academic. Even what they are for they aren't good at, as if they are really trying. Between talking each other out of doing the right thing for their opponents to not having a clue of what is really wanted or perhaps believing they don't have the capacity to grant what is wanted? While their opponents merely say "No" to whatever they propose, "our allies in politics" whittle at their own meger proposals! They haven't got a spine between them. They just want to be re-elected without having to do what they said they would do.
Ah well, we will see. If government hits zero before minority becomes majority, perhaps even the other way, there will come a time of decisions. There is a reason minorities are minorities in successful nations. When they become majority, either they are removed or the nation fails. Everywhere. Always. But with an old population of the majority versus a young minority, the thing becomes quite iffy. It should be interesting to watch. Europe first. Then us. Of course, when Europe falls it will be too late to change things here. Actually, I think Europe is through. Five years, max, is what remains to them. Then they either fight for their lives in a very desperate way or cease being anglo with a law based on Judeo-Christian ethics.
What makes me laugh the hardest about the whole show is that the people who are the strongest proponents of forced integration; academics, leftist political types (both politicians and activists), the medical field, leftist "Christians", and a few others; are the most lily white group of people I have ever seen. Purists to a group, exclusionist to a man, xenophobic beyond any reckoning, these people have done everything in there power to deny what they are, and yet all you need to do is see pictures of them in groups and do some head counting. Further, most of their political activity centers around killing minorities, from abortion (can't think of abortion without Sanger), to anti-DDT (and all chemicals good and helpful for a healthy population, to include bleach, pesticides, fertilizers) which allows millions, hundreds of millions, of deaths in poor nations (minority run, don't you know), on into every policy they propose. The very people who call people like me a racist are not only rather heavily white but genocidal against minorities. Oh, and the 'beautiful brown "noble savages" (Uncle Toms) who get their people onboard to those very policies are amazing. Need a Planned Parenthood building somewhere? Why, get in touch with the Obamas, Jacksons, or other "community organizers". He'll find a place in one of his communities and get the people their fired up for it. Wow. Just... Wow. ...'Suicide is painless, it brings on many changes, I can take or leave it as I please' Or... not.
Lots of research.
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Looking for specific items on the interwebz is not always as easy as one might think. (-China, always -China) If it looks too good, it really probably isn't what it says or you think. Cheap? Sure, refurbished without being refurbished or stolen. Even when you are dealing with legite sellers, they are absolutely some of the most dishonest people you can know. And quality has dropped hugely. We are now buying disposable junk that really, quite often, can't be fixed, not reasonably. Most of it you wouldn't want to fix. Mad? Who, me? Fuck yeah. Tired too.
In any case, I found some things I need but couldn't get this machine to go through the check-out process. I also started looking around at 18v cordless drills (and sets). Lord help me, but... I saw an excellent DeWalt 5-piece set. Along with two extra batteries, it was right under $500. I Do HAVE the money. I just can't do it this month. Bills coming up, keeping some money in savings and the various checking accounts, and all kinds of things could be coming down. If I can get to the roof in another month, when I find out what the other costs are, I might consider it then if I have been a good boy and socked away a bit more. Three steps forward, one step back, that is how it is going to go now that I am back in some kind of reasonable shape to make my will good. I would like to have just enough in savings for any last minute critical buys should I see the end of sunrises as we know them. Or, so the story goes. We will see. But I have been doing darn good, even when I am in a down time. I never fall too far and always catch up and get ahead when the getting is good. For two or three months now, the trajectory has been skyward or at least mid-morning sunward, and in the right direction to boot. I have been spending on wool socks (a ton) and new underwear and clothes over the last six months. Size has changed and I want to have extra and new. You have no idea how valuable wool socks will be. And they last forever. Hmm, maybe I should put my off-sized clothing in storage? Come to think of it, yes.
Oh, the only physical pains that remain after falling off medicine for a few days baffle me. Imagine you had wings attached to your back, and the area they would most likely be. Now imagine if they had been chopped or burned off (the two sensations can be quite similar, if you don't know. Trust me.) Most of the pain has faded now, it feels more like the areas have scabbed and I feel some of the pain of loss and some of the itchy burning from the healing process. Scratching is ill advised and doesn't help anyway. Don't ask me what would cause such pains, I only know what I feel.
Well, time to get to bed. I have spent hours pouring over tons of material, tinkering with the design program, tinkering in general, and I am tired. But I like that I am 'going somewhere' again. Good night, sweet mortalings. Don't let the succubus or incubus bite. Sure, demons are straight... Californians aren't. Bah! hahahaha
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Looking for specific items on the interwebz is not always as easy as one might think. (-China, always -China) If it looks too good, it really probably isn't what it says or you think. Cheap? Sure, refurbished without being refurbished or stolen. Even when you are dealing with legite sellers, they are absolutely some of the most dishonest people you can know. And quality has dropped hugely. We are now buying disposable junk that really, quite often, can't be fixed, not reasonably. Most of it you wouldn't want to fix. Mad? Who, me? Fuck yeah. Tired too.
In any case, I found some things I need but couldn't get this machine to go through the check-out process. I also started looking around at 18v cordless drills (and sets). Lord help me, but... I saw an excellent DeWalt 5-piece set. Along with two extra batteries, it was right under $500. I Do HAVE the money. I just can't do it this month. Bills coming up, keeping some money in savings and the various checking accounts, and all kinds of things could be coming down. If I can get to the roof in another month, when I find out what the other costs are, I might consider it then if I have been a good boy and socked away a bit more. Three steps forward, one step back, that is how it is going to go now that I am back in some kind of reasonable shape to make my will good. I would like to have just enough in savings for any last minute critical buys should I see the end of sunrises as we know them. Or, so the story goes. We will see. But I have been doing darn good, even when I am in a down time. I never fall too far and always catch up and get ahead when the getting is good. For two or three months now, the trajectory has been skyward or at least mid-morning sunward, and in the right direction to boot. I have been spending on wool socks (a ton) and new underwear and clothes over the last six months. Size has changed and I want to have extra and new. You have no idea how valuable wool socks will be. And they last forever. Hmm, maybe I should put my off-sized clothing in storage? Come to think of it, yes.
Oh, the only physical pains that remain after falling off medicine for a few days baffle me. Imagine you had wings attached to your back, and the area they would most likely be. Now imagine if they had been chopped or burned off (the two sensations can be quite similar, if you don't know. Trust me.) Most of the pain has faded now, it feels more like the areas have scabbed and I feel some of the pain of loss and some of the itchy burning from the healing process. Scratching is ill advised and doesn't help anyway. Don't ask me what would cause such pains, I only know what I feel.
Well, time to get to bed. I have spent hours pouring over tons of material, tinkering with the design program, tinkering in general, and I am tired. But I like that I am 'going somewhere' again. Good night, sweet mortalings. Don't let the succubus or incubus bite. Sure, demons are straight... Californians aren't. Bah! hahahaha
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Tinkering, but not just stupid tinkering.
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I have been considering how to get the plans for the solar oven in order. As much for myself as for others. I could do hand drawn schematics and try and get my multi-printer to work. Yes, there is that. Or I could try to find a free design program, tinker with it, and make the thing somewhat presentable. Hoping of course I could print that and scan it or even figure out how to directly input that so even people without the program could use the drawings. I went with the latter. To that end, I pulled down 3DCrafter. I have been tinkering on it for a bit, since I got back, after I found it, downloaded and installed it anyway. I have a generic rectangle inside another rectangle and something that passes for a door 3D wire door, all together and spaced proportionately, in wire frame, together so far.
Oh, it is going to be a minor headache. I haven't gone through the tutorials yet, which might help. Not bad, actually, for just tinkering. I think. I will probably try to put in dimensions, thicknesses on some things, and such before getting to the finer details of instructions. Since it is free, I doubt if I will be able to do cut-away views, with dimensions and textures. Then again, I haven't been successful using textures at all, yet. With a rough outline, I am hoping to build on it as I put the real thing together. Should I frame the mylar, or the 3 outer parts of it? What type of construction will I need to hold the double plate glass? How thick will the oven door need to be to be useful, and how to frame it and insulate it?
I suspect that if I do it as I go, I will have a much easier time of rendering things than if I simply try to do it after all is done and the contraption is sitting there looking at me like I should have written everything down. Yeah, sometimes things can be just like women. Or is it, that like Zeus, a woman or more have crawled inside my head and are wanting out. Oh, sthey... Howdy pink pilgrim... Where is my STINKING HAMMER. Gotta fix that. If you aren't into mythology, don't even worry about all that. Just thank goodness Zeus went for the hammer and not the interior design school of the gods. That's... all I'm saying. (Ever wondered if it was actually Thor's hammer. Sure the gods all knew each other, and Thor had probably more than once considered caving Zeus's head in... just... another thought.)
It turns out I have to go to town again tomorrow. The bike guy and I just missed today. I will call, as early as I can, and see if I can just bring the thing in. If something actually is wrong, as I suspect strongly at this point, he will have to make the call. If it is just some trick, I will then know it. Plus he might give some pointers on how to set it up and where to get more information on this particular bike. It's an oddball. Oh, and not only does the large tall (tall) shirt fit, but so do the really tight 40's from back then (40's). I just wasn't doing well enough to send them back. I still hate the pockets on the Land's End jeans (jeans), way to small, girly seeming. But they fit and it is too late to return them, so... Oh, fine, I'll quit messing with you you. Ha
ha
A break from tinkering, a little food, some goofing tinkering, then who knows what else. Have a good evening.
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I have been considering how to get the plans for the solar oven in order. As much for myself as for others. I could do hand drawn schematics and try and get my multi-printer to work. Yes, there is that. Or I could try to find a free design program, tinker with it, and make the thing somewhat presentable. Hoping of course I could print that and scan it or even figure out how to directly input that so even people without the program could use the drawings. I went with the latter. To that end, I pulled down 3DCrafter. I have been tinkering on it for a bit, since I got back, after I found it, downloaded and installed it anyway. I have a generic rectangle inside another rectangle and something that passes for a door 3D wire door, all together and spaced proportionately, in wire frame, together so far.
Oh, it is going to be a minor headache. I haven't gone through the tutorials yet, which might help. Not bad, actually, for just tinkering. I think. I will probably try to put in dimensions, thicknesses on some things, and such before getting to the finer details of instructions. Since it is free, I doubt if I will be able to do cut-away views, with dimensions and textures. Then again, I haven't been successful using textures at all, yet. With a rough outline, I am hoping to build on it as I put the real thing together. Should I frame the mylar, or the 3 outer parts of it? What type of construction will I need to hold the double plate glass? How thick will the oven door need to be to be useful, and how to frame it and insulate it?
I suspect that if I do it as I go, I will have a much easier time of rendering things than if I simply try to do it after all is done and the contraption is sitting there looking at me like I should have written everything down. Yeah, sometimes things can be just like women. Or is it, that like Zeus, a woman or more have crawled inside my head and are wanting out. Oh, sthey... Howdy pink pilgrim... Where is my STINKING HAMMER. Gotta fix that. If you aren't into mythology, don't even worry about all that. Just thank goodness Zeus went for the hammer and not the interior design school of the gods. That's... all I'm saying. (Ever wondered if it was actually Thor's hammer. Sure the gods all knew each other, and Thor had probably more than once considered caving Zeus's head in... just... another thought.)
It turns out I have to go to town again tomorrow. The bike guy and I just missed today. I will call, as early as I can, and see if I can just bring the thing in. If something actually is wrong, as I suspect strongly at this point, he will have to make the call. If it is just some trick, I will then know it. Plus he might give some pointers on how to set it up and where to get more information on this particular bike. It's an oddball. Oh, and not only does the large tall (tall) shirt fit, but so do the really tight 40's from back then (40's). I just wasn't doing well enough to send them back. I still hate the pockets on the Land's End jeans (jeans), way to small, girly seeming. But they fit and it is too late to return them, so... Oh, fine, I'll quit messing with you you. Ha
ha
A break from tinkering, a little food, some goofing tinkering, then who knows what else. Have a good evening.
Have you ever argued with a woman?
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Sounds, to me, a lot like this. Especially my last gal. Oh, and when, yes indeed, I did, she kept on digging that hole. I finally found something that got her to back off. I started making bets. I started with a quarter. When we couldn't agree, and she wouldn't shut up, I bet a quarter. She went along with it. I had piles of quarters. I made a mistake, though I think it paid off enough to have been worth it. I bet her my half of the rent for two months (that Cinco de Mayo was something about Mexicans beating the French, under Napoleon I believed, she believed it was (a, the) Mexican Revolt against Spain). Bam! And I held her to it. No more quarters as she refused to ever even bet those again. If I wanted her to shut her pie hole, I just said bet or shut it when she would try to go on and on. It worked like a remote control. She would storm off saying something about me thinking I was always right. I just quipped something about wishing I could get more free rent and that she shouldn't hate me 'cause I r smart. hehe Anyway, this brings back memories so I thought I would share.
*BAM* To the moon, Alice... Not one of these days, but ToDay! Oh... that had to hurt!
I could sit and play that ALL DAY LONG. But... Doh, I need to call and get going, or not, or something. I guess twenty viewings will have to do for now. Bah! AND Bah... hahahahahahahahahaha!
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Sounds, to me, a lot like this. Especially my last gal. Oh, and when, yes indeed, I did, she kept on digging that hole. I finally found something that got her to back off. I started making bets. I started with a quarter. When we couldn't agree, and she wouldn't shut up, I bet a quarter. She went along with it. I had piles of quarters. I made a mistake, though I think it paid off enough to have been worth it. I bet her my half of the rent for two months (that Cinco de Mayo was something about Mexicans beating the French, under Napoleon I believed, she believed it was (a, the) Mexican Revolt against Spain). Bam! And I held her to it. No more quarters as she refused to ever even bet those again. If I wanted her to shut her pie hole, I just said bet or shut it when she would try to go on and on. It worked like a remote control. She would storm off saying something about me thinking I was always right. I just quipped something about wishing I could get more free rent and that she shouldn't hate me 'cause I r smart. hehe Anyway, this brings back memories so I thought I would share.
*BAM* To the moon, Alice... Not one of these days, but ToDay! Oh... that had to hurt!
I could sit and play that ALL DAY LONG. But... Doh, I need to call and get going, or not, or something. I guess twenty viewings will have to do for now. Bah! AND Bah... hahahahahahahahahaha!
About those dishes.
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Okay, so I got busy with my procrastination. At least there was some movement. But I also never got my cookies. Trade-offs, you know. Today I have to get the bike in, then return in time to take Sam in. I hate making two trips but that is just the way of things. It is far too hot to leave Sam in the vehicle. And yet, without having a clear idea of how long a visit with the bike-man of Walcatraz might take, I can't just leave Sam at the vet and try to do that. Plus, the timing might be off. I am about to call, hopefully getting to speak directly with the wrench wielder, to set up a good time to catch him (though it might reasonably be later in the week).
While I was sorting something, I found unopened shirts I had meant to send back. When I first tried them, I realized I would never fit them. Quite a bit too small last I checked. After losing just 15 pounds in water weight though they fit perfectly. Maybe even a bit loose, though washing should fix that. I had to measure my chest, out of curiosity. Hmm, that doesn't make sense. When I moved here I wore, plus or minus just a bit depending on the day, XXLT (two extra large tall). I am now a LT (large tall). Hey, I love this sign language stuff (stuff). Never mind. Measuring my chest though... I have only lost one inch in chest size. I went from 52" (fifty two inches) to 51" (fifty one inches). (No, I'm not going to do that all day and everywhere (everywhere).)
Ah, goofy moods in the morning are fun. They might not be worthy of sharing. Though some people might get a kick out of it. Beats more whining? Not more wining, which is it's own thing, at least if you aren't in the search for a 12-step group. Been there done that but I got better. Some really can't on their own. I have always wondered how real anything is. Of course I doubt anything "psychiatry" and "psychology". Heck, I doubt officially, academically, standardized common medicine, and on into holistic and homeopathy for the most part. Mom's remedies often worked (though weren't always the best, either). I don't know if any of you had this, but my mother would put butter on burns. It always worked out, but in a more serious burn, the butter will insulate the area and cause the burn to go deeper than it otherwise would, potentially making it more serious. Then again, I think she switched to just cold water... or the butter was for someone who wouldn't use the water? Something. Anyway, that's my goofy brain on 'morning'. Hey, but even after a later night I am up a bit earlier again.
They have me journaling my bp and weight. The nice thing about that, beside what it does for them, is that it makes clear what time I am getting up, and patterns, as I decided to log the time as well. Perhaps that is, or will, help get me on track. I see I am battling a bulge toward noon. Two days of earlier rises in a row. It is such a struggle to fall asleep though, at times. Other nights I just can't seem to get enough good sleep.
I did email the maker of the solar oven, by the way. I doubted, since the latest post was in '08, that I would receive a response, or a timely one. In my email this morning was a response. I had indicated what changes I would make and he thought those sounded reasonable. Though he won't be in contact much this summer, he is about to take a bike ride. He certainly has no clue how 'fast' I work, so no need to worry about a cross country bike ride interfering! But that is all good. I jumped the gun a bit on that, but since I had already started on design plans and was already shopping for aluminized mylar last night, I thought maybe, just maybe, I might actually move on this. I am motivated to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING, to get me up, out, moving, doing. Something I don't fear as much as other things I am curious about or which are on my list. Fear of money, time, timing, effort, coordination. Something I might be able to do piecemeal, as I can afford, but really move fairly quickly on.
For example, the roof on the coop will require, in addition to what I have already laid out, the rental of a construction dumpster, the moving of construction materials to the site, a complete teardown of what is on that roof, a rebuild of base wood (perhaps even rafters if they look/feel bad), a tar paper type layer over that, drilling of several various holes (which I am not sure my cordless will manage and it's a bit far for my cord I think, so I might have to consider a more powerful cordless drill (and two batteries)), and probably some weather sealing around the screws (which I am unsure about, though I think perhaps some type of clear calking). Yeah, okay. Well, the first part, ordering in a construction dumpster? That is, from what I have heard, around $200 (and I'm not even sure if that is for a week, a month, or what, nor am I sure if there is then a removal fee). If it is a week, that would require a hellalot of work to be planned, coordinated, and completed in a hurry (though I could do the teardown ahead of time, but that is risky with the beasties in the pen, for them without building a small fenced area to keep them out and then being careful in the teardown), or several weeks of rental (which I don't want to afford). And, actually, I haven't even checked for wasps again yet. Yeah... it gets complicated and potentially very expensive very fast. That's all. I just didn't see all that up front until I had most of the materials and was really thinking I would begin digging in. I need something just a wee less... immense, for now. I'll be into a new roof for... heck... a thousand dollars, maybe two, and work. Something. But I will have all the junk off the property, I will have a functional coop, I will have a good roof on it. Not a bad price but too much for right now to quite see myself through, in many ways.
Well, on to the day. I best get finding out about the bike-man before he flies the coop or it gets too late. If you are having a bright cheery sunny day, super. Just understand... You probably don't know what is going on. Wish I could join you! Bah, but have a great day.
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Okay, so I got busy with my procrastination. At least there was some movement. But I also never got my cookies. Trade-offs, you know. Today I have to get the bike in, then return in time to take Sam in. I hate making two trips but that is just the way of things. It is far too hot to leave Sam in the vehicle. And yet, without having a clear idea of how long a visit with the bike-man of Walcatraz might take, I can't just leave Sam at the vet and try to do that. Plus, the timing might be off. I am about to call, hopefully getting to speak directly with the wrench wielder, to set up a good time to catch him (though it might reasonably be later in the week).
While I was sorting something, I found unopened shirts I had meant to send back. When I first tried them, I realized I would never fit them. Quite a bit too small last I checked. After losing just 15 pounds in water weight though they fit perfectly. Maybe even a bit loose, though washing should fix that. I had to measure my chest, out of curiosity. Hmm, that doesn't make sense. When I moved here I wore, plus or minus just a bit depending on the day, XXLT (two extra large tall). I am now a LT (large tall). Hey, I love this sign language stuff (stuff). Never mind. Measuring my chest though... I have only lost one inch in chest size. I went from 52" (fifty two inches) to 51" (fifty one inches). (No, I'm not going to do that all day and everywhere (everywhere).)
Ah, goofy moods in the morning are fun. They might not be worthy of sharing. Though some people might get a kick out of it. Beats more whining? Not more wining, which is it's own thing, at least if you aren't in the search for a 12-step group. Been there done that but I got better. Some really can't on their own. I have always wondered how real anything is. Of course I doubt anything "psychiatry" and "psychology". Heck, I doubt officially, academically, standardized common medicine, and on into holistic and homeopathy for the most part. Mom's remedies often worked (though weren't always the best, either). I don't know if any of you had this, but my mother would put butter on burns. It always worked out, but in a more serious burn, the butter will insulate the area and cause the burn to go deeper than it otherwise would, potentially making it more serious. Then again, I think she switched to just cold water... or the butter was for someone who wouldn't use the water? Something. Anyway, that's my goofy brain on 'morning'. Hey, but even after a later night I am up a bit earlier again.
They have me journaling my bp and weight. The nice thing about that, beside what it does for them, is that it makes clear what time I am getting up, and patterns, as I decided to log the time as well. Perhaps that is, or will, help get me on track. I see I am battling a bulge toward noon. Two days of earlier rises in a row. It is such a struggle to fall asleep though, at times. Other nights I just can't seem to get enough good sleep.
I did email the maker of the solar oven, by the way. I doubted, since the latest post was in '08, that I would receive a response, or a timely one. In my email this morning was a response. I had indicated what changes I would make and he thought those sounded reasonable. Though he won't be in contact much this summer, he is about to take a bike ride. He certainly has no clue how 'fast' I work, so no need to worry about a cross country bike ride interfering! But that is all good. I jumped the gun a bit on that, but since I had already started on design plans and was already shopping for aluminized mylar last night, I thought maybe, just maybe, I might actually move on this. I am motivated to do SOMETHING, ANYTHING, to get me up, out, moving, doing. Something I don't fear as much as other things I am curious about or which are on my list. Fear of money, time, timing, effort, coordination. Something I might be able to do piecemeal, as I can afford, but really move fairly quickly on.
For example, the roof on the coop will require, in addition to what I have already laid out, the rental of a construction dumpster, the moving of construction materials to the site, a complete teardown of what is on that roof, a rebuild of base wood (perhaps even rafters if they look/feel bad), a tar paper type layer over that, drilling of several various holes (which I am not sure my cordless will manage and it's a bit far for my cord I think, so I might have to consider a more powerful cordless drill (and two batteries)), and probably some weather sealing around the screws (which I am unsure about, though I think perhaps some type of clear calking). Yeah, okay. Well, the first part, ordering in a construction dumpster? That is, from what I have heard, around $200 (and I'm not even sure if that is for a week, a month, or what, nor am I sure if there is then a removal fee). If it is a week, that would require a hellalot of work to be planned, coordinated, and completed in a hurry (though I could do the teardown ahead of time, but that is risky with the beasties in the pen, for them without building a small fenced area to keep them out and then being careful in the teardown), or several weeks of rental (which I don't want to afford). And, actually, I haven't even checked for wasps again yet. Yeah... it gets complicated and potentially very expensive very fast. That's all. I just didn't see all that up front until I had most of the materials and was really thinking I would begin digging in. I need something just a wee less... immense, for now. I'll be into a new roof for... heck... a thousand dollars, maybe two, and work. Something. But I will have all the junk off the property, I will have a functional coop, I will have a good roof on it. Not a bad price but too much for right now to quite see myself through, in many ways.
Well, on to the day. I best get finding out about the bike-man before he flies the coop or it gets too late. If you are having a bright cheery sunny day, super. Just understand... You probably don't know what is going on. Wish I could join you! Bah, but have a great day.
A road trip.
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I hated starting up the vehicle for such a short trip. After doing a search for aluminized mylar online, I decided to see if Walmart carried it. No deal, they had nothing like it, save perhaps tape that was similar. It may be a special order item, or even only really available online. If D.C. is correct, and I believe him I just like... checking, than the design I am considering, with the mylar, might get well above the 400 F temps offered by the mirrors. A 5% to 10% increase might not apply directly to temp, but it would have an impact. But more, mylar would most likely be cheaper, easier to install, and last longer than glass mirrors. All good things.
The dishes are probably ready to wash but... Okay, fine, I do procrastinate on some things. I will do at least what I have soaking, three loads worth, before I go to bed... Mom. I'm still running a bit hot, not felt temp but my energy levels have taken a bump. Those meds really do something. And I am on half doses until my medicine arrives or I can get in for my next appointment, since I am low on meds. I suppose I could call in and get meds here in a flash. But to be honest with you, and since it was my fault, I hate to add expense to what they are already doing for me. Oh, sure, I don't trust them. But I am starting to think they are doing the best they know how. And, yes, that means something. Perhaps as my head clears, or as I get to know them, I do actually feel that they are trying. We have slightly different goals, or sub-goals, and different beliefs about some things, but our ultimate goal is the same.
Or they have gotten into my head, like they Xavier did to Wolverine. Well, actually, I know they are and try. And, I let them a bit. Well, doctor, it all started with my mother. She said things like, "You really don't want to do that". Now, I knew I really did want to do that. Between fear and love and need, I started saying, "You are right, I really don't want to do that". And, I started, at first just in her sight, then later on my own, not to want to do that. And yet, I always still really wanted to do that. The layers after that are... unfathomable. Shut up already. ;P
A bit of tinkering to cool down, some dishes, then bed time. I hope you are busy unwittingly swallowing your nighttime supply of bugs. Happy dreams.
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I hated starting up the vehicle for such a short trip. After doing a search for aluminized mylar online, I decided to see if Walmart carried it. No deal, they had nothing like it, save perhaps tape that was similar. It may be a special order item, or even only really available online. If D.C. is correct, and I believe him I just like... checking, than the design I am considering, with the mylar, might get well above the 400 F temps offered by the mirrors. A 5% to 10% increase might not apply directly to temp, but it would have an impact. But more, mylar would most likely be cheaper, easier to install, and last longer than glass mirrors. All good things.
The dishes are probably ready to wash but... Okay, fine, I do procrastinate on some things. I will do at least what I have soaking, three loads worth, before I go to bed... Mom. I'm still running a bit hot, not felt temp but my energy levels have taken a bump. Those meds really do something. And I am on half doses until my medicine arrives or I can get in for my next appointment, since I am low on meds. I suppose I could call in and get meds here in a flash. But to be honest with you, and since it was my fault, I hate to add expense to what they are already doing for me. Oh, sure, I don't trust them. But I am starting to think they are doing the best they know how. And, yes, that means something. Perhaps as my head clears, or as I get to know them, I do actually feel that they are trying. We have slightly different goals, or sub-goals, and different beliefs about some things, but our ultimate goal is the same.
Or they have gotten into my head, like they Xavier did to Wolverine. Well, actually, I know they are and try. And, I let them a bit. Well, doctor, it all started with my mother. She said things like, "You really don't want to do that". Now, I knew I really did want to do that. Between fear and love and need, I started saying, "You are right, I really don't want to do that". And, I started, at first just in her sight, then later on my own, not to want to do that. And yet, I always still really wanted to do that. The layers after that are... unfathomable. Shut up already. ;P
A bit of tinkering to cool down, some dishes, then bed time. I hope you are busy unwittingly swallowing your nighttime supply of bugs. Happy dreams.
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