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|Sunday, May 29th, 2016|
|#5216: Ah, it's my weekend at last!
And literally a day too soon! Ordinarily I have to work on Monday, but not this
(I go in for two hours on Tuesday. Big whoop. That should, ironically, make the weekend feel longer.)
Anyway, it's a ridiculously nice day today, and it's supposed to be ridiculously nice (though a bit warmer) tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm going to take a nap in a bit, but first, a number.
* * *"Justice-involved" man shot dead after "accessing" the wrong apartment.
That way you don't think of the guy as a criminal
who kicked in the frigging door
, because if you think that, you might also think, "Hey, if some asshat was trying to kick in my door I'd shoot him, too."
They want you to think this guy was like C3PO: Oh, my! No, no, don't get up; I--oh my! I've been shot!
* * *The economic statistics from the US government are complete horseshit.
"There never was any recovery. And until we somehow check the growth of government and start to roll it back, there never will be." And there is no recovery because the Greater Depression started in 2008 at the latest
and more probably started in 2000.
* * *Did you know that grocery store cashiers were once unionized?
In the 1960s and early 70s grocery store cashiers in most states were unionized -- and it was a well-paying, middle-class job. The unions pressed harder and harder, and called strikes. Back then a cash register was a mechanical device that had no concept of barcodes or similar and the job of quickly and accurately looking at the price tag on the item, keying it and sliding it down the belt was a skilled one. It took time to develop (much like typing does) and it paid well.
And then the bar code was invented. "That's what technology does
," Denninger says, emphasis his. "It makes things faster and cheaper, over time, if allowed to."
* * *On-board video of a Falcon first stage landing.
Spectacular it is, most assuredly.
* * *
Now I have a little time for a nap. Right?
|Saturday, May 28th, 2016|
|#5215: "A price so low I nearly screamed."
So, not wanting to suffer later, instead of going to Fry's on Tuesday, I went today after work.
I could have begged off putting in my overtime tonight and put it off until Tuesday. Knowing that I'd regret having to work an extra hour Tuesday morning, and not wanting to be a serious procrastinator, I stuck to my schedule and did my job with my usual brilliance. So I was there until 6:30, after which I went to Fry's, then went to the auto parts store for another can of R-134a, this time with dye
in hopes of pinpointing the leak in Mrs. Fungus' car's AC. After that, the grocery store for some much-needed sundries including another bunch of bananas. (I'll have to get flour and brown sugar later. It's not an emergency because these bananas will take days
to be overripe enough to use in banana bread.)
Anyway: at Fry's I browsed a bit around the electronics/computers/networking areas and picked up a few things totaling $20: a Dremel cutoff wheel mandrel, an E-SATA cable, and a tiny, tiny little wireless USB dongle that cost $10, but should get El-Hazard connected to the frickin' Internet, finally.
I wanted "wireless" and I wanted "cheap", and I got exactly what I wanted.
...with the result that it was almost nine before I got home, after leaving work at 6:35.
While there I had a gander at computer cases. I saw one that's almost big enough to be a coffee table; it had enough drive bays to host about half of the cat pictures on the Intartubzorz and I expect a truly epic build would include LED strips and a bunch of other stuff. Kind of beyond the pale for my Core i5 rig, but it'd be fun if someday I could build a "price is no object" gaming rig that was fuckin' cool and fast
Anyway, I got home, and brought in the groceries and put them away, and cleaned the cat box; and now I am going to relax and bloggerate a bit before I go tackle the sinkful of dishes. *sigh*
Oh: and after that
I have to cook dinner.
* * *Start here and scroll.
I did. It's epic.
* * *Artifacts always have deleterious effects.
The One Ring turns you into Gollum. Losing the Lance of Longinus means your certain defeat. Apparently, seeing the Kusanagi will curse you with death.
* * *Let's completely upend our civilization to accommodate 20,000 people.
Sure. Even if that figure is low by an order of magnitude--by two
orders of magnitude!--it means there aren't enough transgender people in the United States to warrant any
of the horseshit the Left is foisting on us.
* * *I'd change "want" to "need" but Ace is right.
And what we increasingly want is a political leadership that tells the Grievance Mongers and Offense Farmers to shut the fuck up and get bent rather than explaining to them how a Conservative Version of Political Correctness Can Achieve All the Good Things That Liberal Political Correctness Can Achieve, But Using Market-Based Mechanisms.
* * *The principal of a school wrote this.
"...[T]he class of 2006 dug up there time capsule...."Their
time capsule, you fucking idiot who ought to be fired for complete and utter incompetence.
* * *Well, looks like my Dad's old song is wrong.
Colombus went to the Queen of Spain
to ask for ships and cargo
He said he'd be a son of a gun
if he didn't bring back Chicago
No one claimed it was high art.
* * *I had to click through to find out what was wrong with this picture.
I laughed my ass off.
* * *
So the other day I was trying to get the grass cut, and I got almost all the tractor work done when it began raining
. At first it was a sprinkle, then it turned into a friggin' deluge
and I had to give up. That's okay; I can cut it this week.
Indy 500 tomorrow; time to set the DVR to record it! Since I'll be at work and all. Don't you think I'd watch it live if I could??
|#5214: Eastbound and STANDING STILL
Today, as I was driving to work, eastbound I-80 was packed and crawling from where I get on it all the way to where 294 joins it, and some distance beyond, in both directions. Fortunately I am going west
bound when I'm on my way to work, so I was able to zip along at a somewhat higher velocity. And on the way home there was little traffic, so no problem there, either.
It was ever thus. Back in the 1980s when I went with my parents to the marina every summer weekend, they'd watch the news to get a traffic report, and then we'd either head up 394 to I-80, or else we'd go through Crown Point to I-65 and take that
to I-80, and miss all the traffic jams.
* * *Seven simple principles.
1. Reality is real. Reality is not optional.
2. Speech which does not conform to reality is falsehood; thought, madness.
3. Beauty is real, and ennobles the soul; ugliness is foul, and fit for satire only. Beauty is not in the eye of the beholder.
4.Human life from conception until natural death is sacred; animal life is livestock; abortion and euthanasia are satanic.
5. Virginity and monogamy are sacred; polygamy is adultery, and adultery is a crime; sodomy is a crime against nature, or a mental disease, or both.
6. The Rights of Man are sacred, including the rights to life, liberty, property.
7. All sacred things come from God.
Very simple. Very true.
* * *Hillary Clinton's computer didn't have passwords.
So any swinging dick could waltz into her office and access top secret stuff.
It didn't have passwords because they were too complicated for her.
Shocking Deposition: Hillary Clueless On Using Computer Emails
As Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton never used a password to protect her computer emails, and she was clueless about how regular emails work on a conventional computer, according to a deposition of a foreign service officer at the State Department.
She also continued to push for the use of her personal Blackberry phone in the Secretary’s highly-secured government suite even though National Security Agency (NSA) regulations barred its use in that office.
The revelations came as part of a May 18 deposition released Thursday by Judicial Watch, the nonprofit government watchdog group, of Lewis A. Lukens, a veteran 27-year foreign service officer at the State Department who served as the deputy executive secretary and executive director of the Office of the Secretariat from 2008 to 2011.
From the start of her term in January 2009, State Department officials grappled with Clinton’s ignorance of the use of basic computers. In a January 24, 2009 email from Lukens to the department’s Undersecretary Patrick Kennedy, the foreign service officer said Clinton didn’t know how to use a computer for emails.
Citing a conversation Lukens had with Clinton Chief of Staff Cheryl Mills, he wrote, “She says problem (sic) is HRC does not know how to use a computer to do emails — only Blackberry.” HRC refers to Hillary Rodham Clinton.
She can't use a computer to send and view e-mails? How out of touch! Clearly she's not qualified for the Presidency!
Meanwhile, if you're not a Clinton, security breaches like this land you in jail for a long time.
* * *How to keep
adware Windows 10 off your computer.
* * *And the GOPe wonders why Trump is winning.
* * *Another high-energy launch, another successful recovery on a barge.
That's three in a row. And supposedly SpaceX is going to launch one of the recovered boosters later this summer.Win.
* * *
Well, after making and eating dinner, and doing this post, now suddenly it's 1 AM and I have to get up at 7 in order to be at work by 9. *sigh*
|Friday, May 27th, 2016|
|#5213: Political corruption? From a Clinton? Naaw!!
FBI is investigating Hillary's private e-mail server as an instance of political corruption.
The fact is, Hillary wanted her private e-mail server to avoid Freedom of Information Act requests. That's spelled "political corruption", and it's probably just as bad a charge--if not worse--than the mishandling of classified information."Hillary gets schlonged,"
says Borepatch, and he's not wrong.
That's about all I can say about this right now.
* * *
When I left work this evening, I rolled down the windows in the Jeep and figured I'd roll them up when I got tired of the wind blowing my hair around.
The windows were open all the way home.
It's a gorgeous summer night outside, just warm enough to be pleasant. I enjoyed my drive home.
* * *
So the denouement
to the big Memorial Day Imbroglio? As Mrs. Fungus predicted, the center is closed
on Monday, unconditionally closed, no one coming in regardless of what he does. I got the news this morning before I had a chance to talk to my boss; it popped up on my computer right after I logged in.
going to go in on Tuesday morning for a couple of hours, for overtime; I'm not putting in any overtime on Sunday (so my weekend starts earlier) and Monday's a holiday, so no overtime there, and we're still required to get 5 hours of OT per week. So, I decided, hang the sense of it; I can go to Fry's afterwards to pick up a wireless network card for El-Hazard and be home in time for lunch. Have a siesta, then on with the rest of the hilarity.
I can live with that.
|Wednesday, May 25th, 2016|
|#5212: I forgot about Claws
At the vet's, they frequently have rescued animals around the place. They currently have this older male cat named Claws, who was a barn cat but now has a stomach issue that requires him to have special food. Besides Claws, on the actual reception counter itself they had two kittens, each approximately a handful, each rescued from dire circumstances.
Both now being raised by Claws.
The tech was telling us that Claws' job is to socialize kittens, to teach them how to act around other cats. As we watched, one kitten attacked Claws' tail a bit too vigorously; Claws reacted by batting at the kitten's head and hissing, and then leaning in and sniffing the kitten's head, just like a mother cat would.
Meanwhile, in the Fungus household, Twigs continues to integrate. After one day of hissing and growling (Saturday, plus a little on Sunday) the cats have become much friendlier with Twigs; and now they're acting more or less like old friends. I knew things were going to be just fine when Mrs. Fungus found Twigs and Bosco sleeping on the bed in the spare room, perhaps three feet apart.
Sunday night, Mrs. Fungus was holding Twigs, and she held him so he could smell noses with Critter. Both cats sniffed at each other, and then after a few moments Critter said, "Meh!" Not a hiss, just a comment.
So, Monday night, we were supposed to withhold food from Twigs because of his impending operation. We wanted the other two cats not to be hungry all night, so first we tried putting Twigs in the computer room with me while Mrs. Fungus fed the other two a can of Fancy Feast, a rare treat.
The cats ignored the food and sat outside the computer room door.
So we tried again, thinking that it was because daddy was in the room with Twigs. We put Twigs in the bathroom by himself.
The cats ignored the food and sat outside the bathroom door.
I have never
seen these cats--especially Critter!--walk away from Fancy Feast. Usually they're all over it until the plate is licked clean. But they wouldn't even touch it; Mrs. Fungus ended up throwing it away.
Clearly, at that point Twigs was already one of the boys. So we're not really worried about integration any longer.
|#5211: It's all they have.
The heckler's veto is the antithesis of free speech.
College kids think that they're winning some kind of victory by shouting down speech with which they disagree. I suppose, in the short term, they are, but what kind of victory is it?
They have to do this kind of thing because they're not able to argue the merits of their positions. They have no confidence in the correctness of their opinions; if they did, they wouldn't need to shout down opposing viewpoints. All they have is BECAUSE YOU RACIST HATER BIGOT HOMOPHOBE
and the only way they can debate is to shout that same mantra over and over again, as loud as possible.
* * *Who is going to pay for this?
Switzerland is going to vote on whether or not to provide a "basic income" to all citizens, regardless of circumstance, of $2,500 per month.
Prediction: it will pass.
The problem here is that the money being given away by government has to come from somewhere
. In a world without fiat currency, this kind of thing is impossible; there isn't enough specie (copper, silver, gold, platinum) to cover that kind of outlay without robbing the people blind first. If the government actually had to take physical money away from people to do this, it would be defeated soundly and the people who proposed it would be lynched. But in a world where you can press a mouse button three times and instantly create money, the outcome is entirely different. Instead of tax men taking money from people, the government merely changes a few bits in computers, and presto! You get $2,500 in your checking account!
And because there are now 2,500 extra dollars in the economy which did not exist a few seconds ago--$2,500 which was not created through labor or manufacturing or some other value-added process--the buying power of all the dollars in the economy has been diluted. We call this phenomenon "inflation".
Multiply this by the population of Switzerland.
* * *Borepatch on backups.
Which, at least, prompted me to do a backup of my own critical data. I really need to be better about this, myself.
* * *A former Democrat voter explains why he can't support the party any longer.
* * *Yes, legalizing pot will mean it will become banal.
You think that if you legalize an intoxicant it's still going to remain edgy and mysterious? Hell no. You're going to have housewives smoking blunts and smoking rooms will return to upper-class parties. It's going to be a product, marketed and sold, to make money.
And yes, white men in suits seem to do the best job of that. Much better than grubby dreadlocked white hippies.
* * *Any idiot can make a large thing powerful.
It's only a grand, fully loaded, and doesn't have the graphics performance of a desktop, but if you like tiny machines with a lot of computing horsepower and don't need big graphics, this may be the computer for you.
* * *
Twigs is doing fine. Within a couple of hours of his return home yesterday he was acting as if nothing had happened. He's running around and jumping and doing all the things the vet instructions told us not to let him do, but how do you make a cat do anything? "Never try to outstubborn a cat," Heinlein said, and he was right.
Myself, I figure that if anything were paining him, Twigs wouldn't be scampering around like a kitten. He's between six months and a year old (more likely six months) and he wants to play, play, play. While I was working on this post he pestered me, so I picked him up and had to give him cuddles for a while; then he curled up on my desk and had a brief nap. Now, apparently recharged, he's wandering around the computer room and meowing again.
Yesterday was a long
day. We got up at 6:30 AM to get him to the vet by 7; we had breakfast and went back to bed until 3. Mrs. Fungus had the on-call phone again, so we were up until 3 AM, at which point we tried to go to bed--but there were several calls in the night which kept us from getting much sleep.
Still--it was a gorgeous day, so I unwrapped the grill, cleaned it, and grilled sausages (brats for me, polish for her) and ended up turning the AC on last night. It was beastly hot in the computer room without the AC on; the air outside was pleasantly cool but I just couldn't get enough of that outside air into the bunker to cool it off.
But Mrs. Fungus wanted me to make her banana bread, and the last time I went to the store I bought some bananas; they'd finally become ripe enough (they need to be overripe and mushy) to use, so I found a recipe on-line and went to the cupboard for the ingredients--holy crap, why don't we have flour?
...we had enough to make a half-batch. And as it turned out, I'd bought enough bananas to make a half-batch. And half a batch made a respectable amount, yielding a modest loaf of banana-walnut bread. Tastes good, though, and it's simple
--flour, butter, brown sugar, eggs, bananas, baking soda.
Gonna have to get flour, though. Can't be without flour.
* * *
"I couldn't help myself" department:
Some time ago I made a WoW character named "Weaksauce" as an experiment. I made one of the weakest character builds there is (shadow priest) and determined that he was not going to get geared; he'd spend as long as I could manage with only greys or whites. No greens or better.
These colors refer to the quality of gear: grey and white are non-magical, low-quality gear. Greens give some ability boosts. From there, the power/quality of gear goes up approximately thus: blue < purple < orange.
So grey < white < green < blue < purple < orange.
Weaksauce only uses greys and whites. There's level-appropriate grey and white gear all over the place, of course, so I'm not stuck with starting gear, and I wanted to see how far you could take a character before the lack of quality gear begins to make him ineffective; so far the only thing that's happened is that he's just not as powerful as a geared character of the same level. That is to say, level-appropriate challenges are a bit more challenging but not impossible, and this is exactly as it should be. (And for added hilarity I have him occasionally say stupid crap. "Hillary is the best choice for President," for example. Or, "I'm a male feminist.")
Weaksauce is an enchanter/tailor, so whenever I get magical items I disenchant them for enchanting materials. But yesterday while Weaksauce was running around hunting raptors in Stranglethorn Vale, a green dropped: "First Mate Hat", which is a pirate hat. It's a rare drop, something you don't see every day, and I really, really wanted him to wear it.
But it's a green.
Well, I looked over the stat boost it gives, and I thought about it, and decided that the stat boost (an extra 100 hit points) doesn't really make all that much difference, so I decided that this hat was so cool that it warranted an exception to the rule. And so now Weaksauce wears a pirate hat.
It's the only green gear he's got, and it's the only piece he's going to get. Unless something else equally cool comes along.
...there is, by the way, no prohibition on enchanting the gear he's able to use, but enchanting doesn't give the kind of bonuses you get from green or better gear, and it can only modify one stat at any one time, so it's not that big of a deal.
And the pirate hat looks awesome
|Tuesday, May 24th, 2016|
|#5210: It's difficult to get there.
ONOES DSL USERS COULD PAY UP TO $200 IN OVERAGE FEES!
The headline reads, "AT&T's data caps impose harshest punishments on DSL users" and it sounds like AT&T is suddenly imposing huge penatlies for data overages.
...except the overage fees kick in at 150 GB of data usage, and cost a minimum of $10 per 50 GB. So in order to hit that $200 maximum overage fee, you'd need to use an extra TERABYTE
of data in ONE MONTH
over and above the 150 GB allotted by your plan.
To exceed the 150 GB data cap, back when I was on AT&T DSL, I had to build El-Hazard and leave it running uTorrent 24/7. If you're using 1,150 GB of data per month you ought
to be paying that $200 premium.
Look: I watch YouTube videos, I play World of Warcraft
, I do a whole bunch of other stuff. My Internet usage has changed since the day I got the notice from AT&T about exceeding my data plan--I've drifted away from torrenting anime--and I do not use anything like a terabyte of data per month. I'd be shocked to my core if I used more than 100 GB a month.
The article tries to make this sound like evil corporate greed, but what it is, in fact, is just business. It costs money
to supply an Internet connection, and the more data you use, the more it costs. If you're using a terabyte of data every month, that costs more than a usage pattern that consumes 100 GB.
It's even more acute in the wireless world. There's limited room in a cell tower's bandwidth; that compilation of fart jokes you're watching on YouTube is equivalent in data use to hundreds
of simultaneous phone calls. (Then people get upset when they have to pay an extra $15 this month because they used an extra GB of data. *sigh*)
Bandwidth costs money. If you want to pipe data (up or down) you're going to have to pay for it.
* * *Irony.
"Le'Genius Wisdom Williams" is neither a genius nor wise, considering his chosen profession (teenage thug) and adolescent murder rap.
* * *George W. Bush was not exactly conservative.
It's all well and good to be concerned about Trump not being a "true conservative." I get that, I really do, and to some degree I even sympathize with it. But "true conservative" ain't on the menu, and it never was except--perhaps--in the person of a too-slippery-by-half professional politician who never did stand a chance of being elected to any higher office than the one he already has, and whose "true conservative" approach has proven to be entirely ineffective.
"True conservative" hasn't been on the menu in three decades
* * *
So, here's what happened:
Work, late April, early May: We are going to be open on Memorial Day and everyone will have to work his schedule.
Me: We're working Memorial Day.
Mrs. Fungus: What, you have to work Memorial Day? That sucks! Okay, I'll volunteer to work Memorial Day too and we'll make some money!
Work, mid-May: The team with the best metrics will get Memorial Day off, but we are going to be open on Memorial Day and everyone else will have to work his schedule.
Me: [looking at my team's metrics] Yes, we're definitely working Memorial Day.
Mrs Fungus: It sucks that we're both working on Memorial Day!
Work, yesterday: Hey, guess what? We're off on Memorial Day! If you call off Fri, Sat, or Sun you and your supervisor have to work Memorial Day, so work your schedule and you'll have the holiday off!
Mrs. Fungus: [unprintable]
...because she has to work on Memorial Day and I, all of a sudden, do not. And I don't blame her one little bitty bit, to the extent that on Thursday I'm asking if I can work Memorial Day, because that's what we both planned on doing all along, because the people in charge at my employer can't get their shit together enough to let us know what we're going to be doing.
Here's the thing: her schedule is made up a month in advance, so she has to get these things in; I of course am beholden to my employer's contract with #Major_Telecom, which has proven to be fickle. It's probable that management has been doing everything it could to negotiate a holiday off for us, and only recently got the go-ahead, but the timing of the announcement is unbelievably shitty.
My wife, however, has noticed something that no one at my employer appears to: they're going to open the call center on a holiday because a handful of people didn't show up for work? Really?
Let's say that 10% of the workforce calls off sometime in those three days. Let's further assume that the total workforce is three hundred people (which is a wild-ass guess based solely on the number of desks occupied with personal effects). That'd be perhaps thirty people and a sprinkling of supervisors; is it worth opening the center for that? On what is likely to be a day with light call volume? And with a threat like that, having to come in on a holiday when everyone else is off, isn't that going to depress the absentee rate?
I don't know exactly how call center traffic shaping works, but I do
know that the call volume is managed by a system which knows how many butts are in chairs. Can a center staffed with thirty people take enough calls to break even on the premium pay? (Holiday pay: 2.5x your regular pay rate if you're actually at work.) How many calls per hour does an employee have to take to make our employer enough money just to pay his wage? I'm not at liberty to divulge numbers but it looks to me as if each employee has to spend his entire shift taking calls just to break even...and if call volume is low enough that it results in any significant amount of time spent "in ready", waiting for calls, the center would lose money. That, I would wager, is why we're getting the holiday off. (When I say "significant amount of time" I mean in aggregate, the sum of all the reps working that day.)
...so I'm thinking that I'll work on Memorial Day (if they let me, and if they don't make my boss come in too) and earn some extra money, and hopefully not have to work too bleeding hard in the bargain.
I'm not going to call off on Fri, Sat, or Sun, thus guaranteeing that I work Monday, because I don't want to make my boss have to come in, too. He doesn't get much time with his family due to the schedule we work and the hours he has to put in. I'm not going to take away his holiday.
Mrs. Fungus thinks my offer to work Memorial Day will be rebuffed, because it sounds to her like they're playing games and they're not actually going to open the center on Monday. We'll see, I suppose. It's a bad idea to set conditions like that and then violate them--especially when you're dealing with people who have short time frame preferences--but people play games all the time and the English language has a whole slew
of phrases which are synonymous with "empty threat".
But this little imbroglio has taught us that she should never volunteer to work a holiday, because we obviously can't make any plans based on what my employer is saying my schedule will be.
It's frustrating. But, what the hell--at least I have a job.
|#5209: Get government out of space exploration
All they're doing is useless fapping.
That's it: "Go to the Moon! No, skip the Moon and go to Mars! No, go to the Moon!" Of course, part of this useless vacillation is caused by the feckless indecision of the Vacillator in Chief, who's an idiot.
Since a space policy speech in 2010 by President Obama, the space agency has been following a loosely defined plan to first send astronauts to visit a fragment of an asteroid near the Moon and then conduct other operations in the vicinity of the Moon before striking off for Mars some time in the 2030s.After
, of course, Wingnuthead canceled NASA's work with the Ares, which was to be a heavy-lift booster capable of lofting spacecraft that could achieve escape velocity. (Unlike the shuttle, which was doomed forever to go no farther than low Earth orbit.)
They're right about one thing: going back to the Moon is essential, not just because it's good practice for landing on Mars but because there's a crapton of useful resources there
and it would actually be cheaper (in the long run) to build the infrastructure to build and supply missions to Mars from the Moon that it would be to loft the stuff from Earth surface.
That is if, of course, you have the intention of continuing
serious space exploration, and not just pulling off a few stunts and then quitting for five decades. (Six, actually. Shit.)
* * *This kind of thing happens more often than you'd think.
* * *
So, having found the Princess Jellyfish
anime on-line--more than the two eps presented in their entirety on YouTube--I watched it, and was moderately entertained. Mayaya's expostulations got old pretty fast, and I began to find myself groaning whenever she'd appear on screen because whenever anything
happened she'd react to it exactly the same way she reacted to everything.
There was enough of a gap between my viewing of eps 1 and 2 and ep 3 that I don't remember why
I wanted to watch more of it. I suppose it doesn't matter.
* * *
To be honest, I don't even know what I'm doing out of bed.
|#5208: Well, that's a big chimichanga.
Dinner last night was had at a restaurant called "On The Border" up in...I'm not even sure where, exactly, the place is. It's a few blocks down from where Mrs. Fungus works, and we had dinner there because I had to go help my father in law with a computer problem yesterday and she's been wanting to go there after an office party led her to discover how good the food is there.
I had the Sunday evening special, which was a chimichanga...and it was huge
. So huge that I ate a third of it (we had nachos for an appetizer and that was huge
, too) and had the rest for lunch at work today. It was delicious.
And the place is open until 10 PM on Sunday, so it's a natural place for us to go have dinner after work on Sunday night. We'll be doing that again.
* * *Government taxing rainwater.
That's right: you have to pay government for the privilege of collecting rain
that falls on your property.
"People don't own property; they are merely tenants of the state." Paraphrased from a comment quoted there, but it's true.
* * *Take the IR filter off and replace it with a visible light filter, maybe?
I'd love to have an IR camera, a real one, but they're pretty spendy. This would be fun.
* * *
Now it's time for bed. Tuesday morning we take Twigs in to get...truncated. Poor kitty.
|Saturday, May 21st, 2016|
Mrs. Fungus commanded me to stay home today, and rest, so I did. I'm resting.
Feeling bloody useless
, but resting.
A full tab of Xanax last night before bed, slept like a log all night. Got up and let Twigs out of the basement--the cats are still getting used to each other and we don't want fights--and he's proceeded to wander around the house commenting on everything.
Plus side: I was laying in bed with Twigs, when Critter got onto the bed; the two cats touched noses, and were smelling each other's faces; then Twigs apparently did something that was a little too friendly and Critter hissed at him. Or else Critter remembered I'm not supposed to like you, INTRUDER!
which is equally likely. Whatever the case may be, I'm no longer really worried about Critter and Twigs getting along. Touching noses is a big step forward.
Also, we got the report from the vet that Twigs tested negative for FIV and feline leukemia, two communicable and incurable diseases we don't want our healthy animals exposed to, so that means he's good to stay.
* * *Is it still called "white slavery" when all involved are black?
One of the front men for BLM is accused of sex trafficking and (now) of grand theft as well.
I'm not going to comment further.
* * *The short answer is "socialism".
Venezuela is a complete mess, and it's a complete mess because socialism can not work
And then as that article concludes, "...Venezuelans have no toilet paper. We will follow them in a few years unless we have a revolution.
I think calls for revolution are premature. I also think that a revolutionary change
in how our government works is absolutely essential: strip out all the "alphabet soup" agencies and vastly reduce the power of the federal government. Return most of the governing power to the states, rather than the federal government.
* * *Trump says what we all think.
If Hillary is so anti-gun, why is she allowing herself to be protected by men carrying guns?
The fact is, Hillary is against the individual having the right to be armed. Like everyone of her ilk, she knows that government must ask permission
of an armed populace.
* * *
So, back to resting.
Today it went to 11.
...okay, no, I didn't actually have a panic attack that was 11 on scale of 1 to 10. Actually I'd say it was no worse than 5, maybe 5.5 at its worst.
But it lasted from 8 AM until 5:00 PM. And after leaving me alone for about an hour or so, it came back with a vengeance. I haven't had a panic attack like this in a long
I toughed it out at work, managing to put in a full nine hour day (overtime, you know) and though I didn't answer as many calls as I should have, I did my job the best I could.
Mrs. Fungus: "Why didn't you ask to go home? You know you can't push yourself like that! It'll only make it worse!"
I mumbled something about trying to be more reliable but she wasn't having any of it, and as much as ordered me to tell my boss I wouldn't be in Saturday.
Fortunately, my boss knows I'm trying. Still, my goal for May was no call-offs, and now I'm looking at two. June will simply have to be better, is all.
* * *Chicago is utterly boned.
Chicago owes pension funds some $18.6 billion dollars, a mere $11.5 billion more than previously understood.
"The taxpayers are just going to have to pay it." Uh, no, that's not actually going to happen. Illinois in general and Cook County in particular boasts some of the highest taxes in the country; there's very little more than can be squeezed from that particular turnip. We're already well onto the right side of the Laffer Curve, where ever-higher taxes begin to reduce
* * *Bernie Sanders is causing lots of trouble for Hillary Clinton
and it couldn't happen to a nicer person.
* * *Tell me again why gas is at $2.50 per gallon.
Look at all those tankers full of crude oil just idling
* * *The girls are just going to have to get over it.
But to the Charlotte Observer and the Obama administration, teenage girls being exposed to the sight of male genitals is something to be "overcome." In this lunatic world, we place the burden of transgender progress on young girls, telling them to just get over it.
And Nero appointed his horse...ah, you know.
* * *A Best Buy flyer from 22 years ago.
A 540 MB hard drive for $300! What a bargain!
* * *
Anyway, I'm going to bed.
|Thursday, May 19th, 2016|
|#5205: Oh, and what I got for my birthday!
I made my first sale in 1999--a short vignette sold to Knights of the Dinner Table
, issue number 48, "Apocalypse Drow"--and before I cashed the check I took a copy of the comic book and had both it and the check color photocopied. So on the left is the vignette, on the right is the front cover of the issue, partly obscured by the check, all on a single 11x17 sheet of paper.
I made a few copies of this arrangement, and gave one to my parents with a copy of the comic itself, and it languished on the piano for many a moon.
Mrs. Fungus spirited this sheet of paper out of the house earlier this month, and at 12:15 AM today presented me with it, now professionally matted and framed. It looks gorgeous
, and I've got it hung on the wall over my desk to inspire me to get off my duff and write more.
You only make your first sale once. At some point I'd like to make my second, dang it. Time to get moving.
So, this happened today:
Mrs. Fungus went to the store for a few things, including a birthday cake for me, and when she came home instead of coming inside she rang the doorbell.
Figuring she needed help bringing in groceries, I went out there, to find her with a cat.
He's really, really friendly; and when I brought out a handful of cat food, he ate it as if he were starving. He drank some water, too, and when I brought out more food he ate that
The story is this: she got out of her car when she got home, and there was a lot of meowing coming from the bushes; Mrs. Fungus called to him, and he came trotting out to her. And when I was sitting with them on the porch, the cat was all over both of us. Not only is he apparently starved for food, but starved for attention.
We took him to the vet to get him scanned for a chip, and there isn't one; the vet observed that the cat has sun freckles on the skin ahead of his ears, which is a sign that he's been outdoors a lot. He's clean, but not "indoor cat" clean, and he's really, really skinny. He's decidedly not feral. His fur is dirty, but not filthy; more like a "I haven't had time to clean up today" kind of dirty, particularly his paws. No evidence of fleas or anything. The vet examined him and found him in reasonable health, and he got shots against rabies and distemper, and he weighs 7.6 pounds.
We've named him "Twigs", and here he is:
Looks like we've been adopted.ADDENDUM:
I forgot to mention that Mrs. Fungus asked our neighbor to the north if he knew anything about the cat, and he reported that Twigs had been hanging around his
house for more than a week. Also, she called the police department and a few other places to see if anyone had reported him missing, to no avail, so we're confident that he's a stray. Or "was", rather.
|#5203: #49, and boy are my arms tired.
Today marks my forty-ninth trip around old Sol. That's a total travel distance of 28,632,475,445 miles, a bit short of two light-days. (Next year!)
No wonder my feet hurt.
* * *Very complicated ignition system boosts gasoline engine efficiency near 50%.
It is, however, very complex, vastly more complicated than a spark plug. $5 says the thing would have to be replaced as a unit, and it's not going to be any $1.79 at the local auto parts store; even in quantity I bet the thing will cost over $100 each and take three hours to replace.
* * *There is so much racial injustice in America that these things keep happening!
Belligerent black kid gets into fights, tells his parents it was racism and not his belligerence, and the media goes on a tear over it.
* * *The media are trying to cover Hillary's ass.
HIllary Clinton's private e-mail server broke all kinds
of laws, and the defense that is being promulgated--that the classified information wasn't actually classified
at the time it was on her server--is purposely missing the point, obscuring it in a load of double-talk and half-truth. The article at the link explains all that very well.
* * *
An EgyptAir plane has gone missing. Steven Den Beste says it's a "wakeup call".
"It takes two to make a peace, but only one to make a war."This means CNN can stop covering the Bernie Sanders convention violence and cover something--ANYTHING!--else.
Obviously the result of global warming or anti-immigrant sentiment among American blue-collar workers.
* * *EPA still wants to ruin your car.
EPA wants to raise the amount of ethanol in gasoline because fuck you, prole
. The damage caused by too-high levels of ethanol are covered by manufacturer warranties in 2/3 of the cars on the road ("Fuck you, corporations!") and the other third are just going to have to lump it ("Fuck you, person who is too poor to buy a new car!").
"Fuck you! Yes we can!
...not to mention that any time you adulterate gasoline you reduce
the fuel economy of the vehicle burning the swill, thus making it burn more
fuel for the same work. But of course that's somehow "carbon-neutral".
* * *NYT tries to take down Trump with a bimbo eruption, but solidifies support behind him instead.
Meanwhile, this has resulted in people remembering names like Juanita Broaddrick, Monica Lewinsky, and Paula Jones, women accosted by Bill Clinton, former Pervert in Chief of the United States, in one way or another.
* * *Chicago has solved all its other problems, so now they can worry about bathrooms for the gender dysphoric.
* * *
And in the "Nero appointed his horse to the Senate" department, apparently trees instinctively cause anxiety in blacks.
Mickey Fearn, the National Park Service Deputy Director for Communications and Community Assistance, made headlines when he claimed that black people don’t visit national parks because they associate them with slaves being lynched by their masters.
Because of the trees. THE TREES!
Some time ago Mr. T moved into a tony Chicago suburb and then angered his neighbors by cutting down all the trees on his property, some of which were quite old. No one could explain why and Mr. T never really said anything about it.
Now we know. Poor Mr. T, he felt oppressed
by all those trees, reminding him that blacks were lynched and hanged from them, so he cut them down in a fit of incandescent, indignant rage.
Blacks are the only people ever to have been hanged from trees. When white people got lynched, the mob took the time to construct actual gallows, but because of their racism they figured plain old tree limbs were good enough for blacks, and here we are.
Or here's an alternative explanation: THESE PEOPLE ARE ALL FRIGGIN' LUNATICS.
* * *Money spent on space exploration is rarely wasted.
$260 million is nothing
to the federal budget--not even an hour's worth of spending at $6 million a minute--and we could learn an immense number of interesting things by sending our robots to Europa and having them do their thing.
* * *
The stuff I used to seal my patch to the shower wall has hardened to an acceptable consistency. I think it'll be okay for now. I do want to go get a few sheets of water-resistant sheetrock (whatever they call it) and a couple boxes of tile and tile glue and grout; it's going to have to be done and the sooner I do it the better. But it's going to take me three or four days to finish the task, so it's not happening this month. (Probably not before autumn, in fact, as I have to save up the personal time to do it.)
Meanwhile, it's time for me to relax.
|Wednesday, May 18th, 2016|
|#5202: Not being able to get anything done day
Today was supposed to be a day of rest, but instead it was a day of frustrated effort.
Put lexan over the other hole in the tub surround, the new one that opened in the last week. Took me hours and a trip to the hardware store, but I think I bought the wrong kind of sealant, so I'm going to have to clean up the mess I made and re-do it with the right stuff. We'll know in a few hours whether or not this crap will do the job. (There is probably a reason it was so inexpensive, damn it.)
Next up, I decided I'd finally set up El-Hazard on the desk in the basement. Put the spare wireless card into it, then get everything hooked up and functional so I can maybe start doing stuff with the Arduinos and other things. Start a writing regime, you know.
Problem: Vista doesn't have a driver for the wireless card. "Download one from the Internet," you say? Ha! Searching for it brings up a bunch of driver spam and scam web sites! There is no driver for this card. If I do have the disk, God alone
knows where the hell it is. I haven't used this card in four years at least--probably longer--and I never
needed the driver disk until now.
Still, the computer is now set up down there and ready for action; if I can ever get it connected to the Internet I'll be able to start doing
things. But there's no way in hell
I'm going to sneakernet everything from the machine upstairs. I might be able to go to Fry's Sunday after work and pick up a card, though; we'll see.
I thought I'd try the battery in the motorcycle. It was charging all night, after all! Put it into the bike, tried the starter, and it died completely. Took it back out of the bike, wrote down the model number; looks like O'Reilly's has it for the least, $50 with trading the old one in. Batteries Plus has it for less but all their stores in reasonable driving radius say "limited availability", except for their Valparaiso store...and Valpo is far enough that I'd pay more in gasoline than the $5 price difference. Problem is, O'Reilly's has to order it, too, though they say it'll arrive within 24 hours. That's great; if I order it tomorrow it'll be here after I go back to work. That might
mean I'd get to ride my motorcycle Sunday evening. So I can either drive all over creation on my birthday so I can ride the bike, or I can forget it all and stay home.
Plus side: I don't have work tomorrow; I asked for the day off weeks ago. Maybe I won't be riding my motorcycle, but at least I won't be answering the damned phone all day.
|#5201: Day of action versus day of rest
Yesterday I ran errands and did chores. Today I want to rest, if I can.
First up: DMV, where I renewed my driver's license and the plates for the motorcycle, finally
. I have not ridden the bike anywhere since August or September; it has not been started nor moved under its own power in six months, in part because its plate expired. (See below.)
Second: to the store for some sundries, and the laundromat for my wife's interviewin' clothes, which she needed for an interview today.
Third: home, where I cut the grass. The back yard was finally dry enough to cut and the front had grown enough to need cutting again. If the back yard had gone any longer I would have needed a hay rake.
Once the grass was cut I turned my attention to the motorcycle, now with valid license plate sticker. First order of business was to get the battery out; then I began looking over all the wiring to see if I could figure out why the bike's electrical system acts like it does. (Near the end of this post is a description.
I found one loose ground wire, which isn't enough to explain the behavior I'm seeing. Typical. Anyway, I put more acid into the battery--using up all the H2SO4 solution I had left--and added some water to top up the cells, then let the thing sit on the charger all night. Later we'll see how it works. I'm not expecting much, to be honest, so I may not get to ride my motorcycle this week.
That's two batteries I need: one for the tractor and one for the bike. *sigh*
* * *
While working on that I remembered two things from work.
One of the operations managers wanted to motivate us, so he sent out an epop talking about this or that bonus program. In it he used a clipart graphic of money and added words: benjamins! Moolah! ...and so on.
And then, I sent a text to my wife. "Bonus points to the boss for knowing what ducats are."
Then I sent another one: "Minus all of them for spelling it 'duckets'."
And now the number of derelict cars in the parking lot has doubled. Besides the gold Cavalier (which is still there
) there is now a maroon Taurus with a flat tire. I suppose it's a good thing that they don't have a hair-trigger towing service, but that Cavalier has been parked there continuously for eight months
, and with its driver's window open. The interior must be a festering swamp of mold and fungus by now. I wonder what interesting lifeforms will come out of it in July or August?
* * *
Speaking of interesting lifeforms genetically-modified organisms are not harmful because DNA GETS DIGESTED LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE YOU EAT
. (Autoplay warning.)
A variety of corn which is Roundup-resistant isn't going to poison you, cause diabetes, obesity, or autism at rates any greater than normal unmodified corn. This is so because the non-modified corn we eat today is itself the result of thousands of years
of genetic modification through purposeful, selective breeding; it's no more natural than GM corn is.
I am entirely unsurprised at this news. I'm not surprised because our digestive tracts are designed to deal with all kinds of foreign proteins and other things; the presence of rattlesnake DNA in a tomato is not going to cause us any more distress than rattlesnake DNA in rattlesnake soup would. The proteins that rattlesnake DNA code for aren't harmful to us. ("What about the poison?" You can safely drink
rattlesnake venom as long as you don't have an ulcer; you need to keep it out of your blood, but your stomach acid will neutralize it. So, here's a safety tip: don't mainline GMO crops.)
* * *I am really having a hard time with this.
McCain is facing a primary challenge in Arizona, and it's not looking good for him.
I'm having a hard time with this because it's long past time for McCain to retire
and I'm starting to feel the Schadenfreude.
McCain has long been a RINO, someone who the media fawned over because he's a so-called "moderate" Republican. That's why McCain was nominated in 2008, and that's why he lost the election.
* * *
In yesteday's post I talked about why the "boy in a girl's body" might not prompt erections in actual boys:
Have you seen what a "boy trapped in a girl's body" usually looks like? These deluded girls usually do not look very feminine, having taken great pains to look as much like boys as possible. I'm trying to figure out if that makes much of a difference when you're fifteen and have never seen a naked female outside of pictures, though, and you're suddenly presented with the sight of real breasts and vulva. Denninger might be absolutely correct, here.
So now look here
for a story about a girl who is using the boys' bathroom because she is delusional. That's exactly typical of what a "boy in a girl's body" looks like.
Just read this and tell me it makes sense to you:
There were practical issues. When he had his period, he wondered if he should revert to the girls' bathroom, because there was no place to throw away his used tampons. But he had started feeling like an intruder in the girls' bathroom, and the single bathrooms were so far out of the way it was hard to get to class on time.
So he stuck with the boys' bathroom.
"I use a stall, and I wait till everybody's gone to get up and leave," Mr. Jackson said. "The guys, they look at me like I'm some kind of freak, or they're concerned or scared."
Here's a hint: BOYS DO NOT MENSTRUATE.
"The guys, they look at me like I'm some kind of freak," she says. NEWS FLASH!
You are a girl and you don't belong in the boys' bathroom! Guess what that makes you?
But I have to remind myself: Nero appointed his horse to the Senate. This is a symptom.
* * *
Speaking of tragically delusional people, John F'in Kerry says that the American effort in Afghanistan is a success story.
I didn't think it was possible to have a worse Secretary of State than Hillary Clinton. Wow.
* * *I agree.
Paraphrased: It seems to me that if there were no inflation, wage increases would be keeping up with the pace of inflation.
Only they're not.
Related: I didn't need to see this chart to know it was happening.
"[G]as prices for the average joe are almost 50% higher than would be expected given the low oil prices."
* * *The TSA is basically grouping targets for terrorists.
All it takes is one lunatic in an explosive vest. Denninger points out: "[T]here just aren't very many terrorists willing to die for their putrid 'cause' or the TSA waiting area in every airport in America would be a mass of blown up bodies, glass and metal."
* * *Go all the way to the bottom
or read the whole thing, but what prompted me to link to this is the "updated update" about how the Department of Homeland Security is helping the Peoples' Republik of Illinoistan with massage therapy license enforcement.
...because if someone is doing massage therapy without a license, well, the terrorists have won!
* * *I haven't seen Civil War yet, but I'd like to see it and then this version, too.
Wouldn't that be cool?
* * *
Yesterday was a pretty day but chilly. Looks like today and tomorrow are going to be about the same, which is fine. This has been a pretty chilly spring; come to think of it the last few have been like that. I recall, around 1998 or 1999, seeing trees flowering on my birthday, but those same trees don't seem to bloom before June. Of course, 1998 was the hottest year EVER
(except for every year since!) so I suppose I should not believe my own lying eyes but instead trust in the experts. Right?
Two weeks since the anode got replaced, and the hot water smells faintly of rust but still no hydrogen sulfide. What I should probably do is to turn off the water supply entirely and let the water heater drain all day (perhaps when Mrs. Fungus and I are at work) in order to completely clean the thing out, because the Fungal Vale does use well water and it gets rusty pretty easily.
Speaking of which--
On my way from DMV to store yesterday, I happened to notice that a water tower has gone missing. At least, I think it has; out by the bike path through the woods there used to be one, and when I drove through that area yesterday I didn't see it.
I was looking for it only because whenever I go through that area I usually mistake one intersection for another further on. There's one stop sign, and the water tower is a landmark near that stop sign; yesterday I drove through the first intersection and--as usual--wondered if I'd run the stop sign. Well, no water tower,
I thought; but then I realized that I couldn't see the water tower in the distance, either. When I did get to the intersection with the water tower, I got distracted by an idiot driver, and forgot to look for it. (Good prioritization, though: the idiot driver is more of a threat than the presence or absence of a water tower. And, yeah, I did stop for the stop sign.)
I wonder how long it's been gone. If it is gone, that is.
|Tuesday, May 17th, 2016|
|#5200: Today is the "international day against homophobia and transphobia"?
Obama's handing down diktats that public schools must let teenage boys who think they're girls shower in the girls' locker rooms, and we still need a day against "phobia"?Karl Denninger
discusses what's wrong with Obama's latest decree. I think he misses a point here:
I am quite certain that nearly all of the teen boys in the locker room will be utterly ecstatic if and when a so-called "boy trapped in a girl's body" appears in their locker room and takes a shower. I would have been when I was of that age: "Oh look, a real-life Playboy centerfold in front of me!" In fact, I predict that there will be exactly zero complaints about such by any of the boys, although their parents are likely to disagree. Said lack of complaint will almost-certainly be displayed in the form of involuntary erections being sported by basically every boy in there.
Have you seen what a "boy trapped in a girl's body" usually looks like? These deluded girls usually do not look very feminine, having taken great pains to look as much like boys as possible. I'm trying to figure out if that makes much of a difference when you're fifteen and have never seen a naked female outside of pictures, though, and you're suddenly presented with the sight of real breasts and vulva. Denninger might be absolutely correct, here.
The answer here is simple, though: end the practice of showering after gym class. When I was in school the locker room showers went entirely unused, because the teacher kept you at the physical jerks for too much of the class period and there wasn't time. You had perhaps five minutes to change clothes and get out to the doors before the bell would ring, which isn't enough time to get wet and dry much less get clean
. And anyway, there was no budget for towel service, because despite egregiously high property taxes the school district never had enough money for anything. It was easier and cheaper just to leave the showers shut off.
And that's all they have to do. You happen to have one of the 700,000 transsexuals in the nation in your 4th period boys' gym class? All the kid has to do is change clothes; there's no showering involved, and as long as the kid keeps an undershirt and underwear on no one will see any breasts or anything.
And for the converse case, where you have a deluded boy who thinks he's a girl in a boy's body:
By the exact same token I am quite certain that nearly all of the teen girls in the locker room will be ridiculously and outrageously offended if and when a "girl trapped in a boy's body" appears in their locker room and takes a shower. In fact I suspect that while said "gurl" (really a young man irrespective of his mental state) is present he too will be sporting an involuntary erection while said girls will reasonably believe that there is a materially increased risk that they are about to be assaulted. Indeed, one of the predicates of such an assault (an erect penis) will be on full public display and available for immediate (ab)use.
Since he thinks he's a girl, he's unlikely to get erect looking at other girls, unless of course he's a male lesbian (which, we are told, is a woman trapped in a man's body who is a lesbian), in which case yeah, erections.
See, here's the thing: this is all complete and utter horseshit.
I'm not "transphobic" by stating so; I am reality-philic
. The entire universe of transsexualism requires that one turn his back on physical fact and substitute a person's delusions. These reality-phobes--biology-phobes--biophobes!
--require us to take language and torture it out of recognition solely because they're unable to accept reality. And as a result, you have stupidity like the "male lesbian" concept I referred to above. I'm not making that up; that term is actually handed down to us from deconstructionism (which is itself an enormous pile of horseshit, and probably the place from which we get all this idiocy in the first place).
If believing that sex is a biological fact makes me a "transphobe", so be it. If you want to keep on insisting that the Earth is flat, you go right ahead. Regardless of what you think, sex is a fact and the Earth is round. Deal with it.
* * *
Thanks to this post
now I know how to say "masturbation" in German: Selbstbefriedigung
. Somehow my high school German classes never got that far.
* * *Yes.
In terms of body count, Karl Marx is the most evil man in history. You can sum it up this way: "No rain of bombs could have obliterated every store, business, factory, school, hospital and larder with the fine-grained thoroughness achieved by the ideas of the Communist Manifesto."
* * *
So, in the US, tuberculosis was--for a time--rare. People still caught it, but you could go for decades
without meeting anyone who was infected.Then the US began importing people from third-world countries.
"The most common risk factor for TB cases in Minnesota is being from a country where TB is common."
* * *Big Brother is listening.
Bear in mind that there is no expectation of privacy when you are in a public place, and the FBI therefore does not need a warrant to put microphones wherever the hell they please as long as they're on public property.
We were born free. Little by little we descend into totalitarianism.
* * *Big surprise, the major media are marxist.
Communist shill organizations like "Fairness and Accuracy In Reporting" claim that the media skew right, and endlessly try to convince us that the American media have a conservative
bias, but it's just not so. (See above, "Marxism".)
* * *The depression may have started as early as 1987, rather than 2007.
I would disagree with the 1987 figure, but 2000 or 2001 certainly do
seem reasonable to me.
* * *Electric vehicles pollute more.
Not just because most electricity is generated by burning fossil fuels.
* * *As long as he lets it get completely dry before powering it up, this is fine.
What boards go through during manufacturing is worse.
* * *
Well, today is Tuesday, and you know what that means; that's right! Chores! And I get to start by getting my driver's license renewed! Off to the DMV with me!
|Sunday, May 15th, 2016|
|#5198: Closed all my tabs again.
Got nothin'. Tired. Stupid cat woke me up at 5:30 AM by knocking stuff off the nightstand; of course I couldn't get back to sleep for more than half an hour. Worked all day, then came home and washed the dishes; now it's time for a nap.
|Saturday, May 14th, 2016|