atomic_fungus (atomic_fungus) wrote,

#6893: Well, of course that's what it is

The Democrats are casting about for something for which they can impeach President Trump. It's obvious even to the more sensible members of the left.

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A tale of two rallies. One in Minneapolis, where "mostly peaceful protestors" assaulted Trump supporters as they left a Trump rally. The other in Dallas-Fort Worth, where there wasn't so much as a single antifa or leftist protestor to be found.

One state restricts the right to keep and bear arms. The other does not. You figure out which is which.

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Two stories, same source, explaining why Chicago is an irredeemable shithole.

Gang violence drives an insanely high homicide rate. By the way, if you're black and a habitual felon, you have about an 83% chance of getting away with murder. By that, I mean that murder arrests occur in only seventeen percent of cases.

The article doesn't say anything about convictions, but convictions are necessarily a subset of arrests.

And, worse, Chicago is broke and is running out of room for kicking the can down the road. It's looking like new taxes and a shitload of tap-dancing will get Chicago through fiscal year 2020; but what happens after that?

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This is GENIUS. It's a way to draw flawless two-point perspective.

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Ninety-five percent of the plastic found in the oceans comes from just ten rivers in the world.

None of those rivers are in north America.

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So, Mrs. Fungus and I have continued to watch horror movies, since it's October.

The Exorcist ran Tuesday night. Mrs. Fungus kept asking, "Aren't you scared?" I was not. Sorry.

Then, last night--before a early bedtime--Critters. To my surprise, it was actually pretty good. It starred a very, very young Scott Grimes (who plays the pilot on Orville these days). Actually, the guy who played Neelix on Star Trek: Voyager had a part in the movie, too, but he was a target dummy and got killed early on.

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Dinner last night was fried eggs on toast, and I allowed myself a single slice of bacon. I slept like a stone, and when I woke up this morning it was to zero pain, though the gut began to hurt as I moved through my morning ablutions. The pain is fading, slowly. More slowly than I'd like.

So, I made an appointment to go back to the doc on Saturday morning. I figure that the treatment is working well enough (since I am improving) but the duration may need to be extended. A follow-up seems warranted.

No doubt about it, this is a pretty bad flareup of diverticulitis. I figure it's that because if it weren't--if it were a bowel obstruction or perforated bowel or something worse--then I'd be a hell of a lot more sick than I am. I mean, symptoms for all those include "severe abdominal pain" and at no point would I say the pain was severe. Perforated bowel means "peritonitis"; while I suppose it's possible that the oral antibiotics might be enough to keep that at bay, I really doubt it.

"Obstruction"--the nurse practitioner palped my abdomen and felt nothing. I've been palping my abdoment, too, and I don't feel any masses or anything that's even all that tender in there.

Meanwhile, because I tolerated last night's dinner well enough, breakfast was a PBJ. Lunch was hot and sour soup from the chinese place near work. Actually, I bought a large wonton soup and a small H&S. Ended up eating all the H&S and the wontons, and skipping the broth for the wonton soup. Turns out that all the ingredients in H&S are low-residue except the tofu, so I removed the tofu and ate the rest of it. And it was good--almost as good as mine. Needed a little more vinegar.

Dinner? No idea. I'm thinking about having eggs and toast again (though we're out of bacon, worse luck) since Mrs. Fungus got to have lunch at Portillo's.

Interesting point: all this led me to recall that when I was much younger (long before my 21st birthday), sometimes when I had to, eh, "push", I could feel a weird flexing in my gut, like something was being pushed out of place and then snapping back. And it happened right where the current pain is coming from. I didn't really think anything of it but I decided not to push so hard. Evidently, at some point, it didn't pop back. But that means I've had this problem for decades. And the place that hurts now has always been the place that gave me trouble, from the first diagnosis in 1997.

But I came home from work and washed the dishes and scrubbed the bathtub and I don't feel all that bad, which means I must be on the mend. Figure I'll have to keep up the low residue/clear liquid bit for a while longer, but I think that's doable.

As long as I don't have to eat any more hard-boiled eggs.

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Payday is tomorrow, and in addition to a full 80-hour paycheck at my new and improved wage, I should be getting reimbursed for travel expenses for my trip to Houston. Whee!

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When a computer is no longer needed, and is obsolete, the company I work for recycles them. The hard drives are removed and the rest of the machine goes to "e-waste" for disposal. It kind of hurts a bit to see machines which are basically still usable get sent out that way.

But I've been doing my part, putting machines with 1st and 2nd-generation Core i5 processors into the bin. FFS, Floristica has a 4th-generation i5 in it, and the current generation is something like 8 or 10. My work laptop has an 8th-generation i5 (the "intel inside" label proudly attests this) and it was made this year. And when I look in the database I see that a lot of these systems are not less than four or five years old.

The hard drives, though, first have to have their partition tables wiped, and then they're sent to be punched. A handful of facilities have special machines, hydraulically-operated and fully enclosed, which punch a hole or two right through 'em. And so today I--because I wanted to sit at my desk and not move around too much in hopes of letting my gut rest--went through a box full of hard drives and made sure their partition tables were wiped.

Seventy-two of them.

There were more than enough 2.5" hard drives that I could have affixed playing cards to them and had a full deck. Figuring the average capacity at 200 GB per drive, it was 14.4 TB of storage.

Nothing brings home to you the miracle of mass production like holding a double handful of precision electronics.

Of course they're obsolete. All the new systems have SSDs in them, because they're faster and use less power, and are getting cheaper to make every month. But they're also a masterwork of precision engineering, especially the 2.5" form factor.

And yes, I did crack a few open. The 160 GB drive surprised me: one side of one platter in use, the other side without an RW head. I expected both sides to be used. Then I cracked open a 300 GB file server drive: two platters, both sides used, meaning a paltry 75 GB stored per side--then I saw the date of manufacture, which was 2010, and felt better. Besides, server drives have more redundancy.

But that didn't take all that long. Maybe an hour--and once it was done I neatly packed them all in a box. I'll probably ship it next week. There's no hurry, though; some of these drives have been waiting to be punched since 2012.

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Well, I'm hungry, and dinner won't cook itself, I guess. *sigh*

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