January 25th, 2020

#7000: HOW CAN THERE BE SEVEN THOUSAND POSTS????????

Ye Olde Fungus hit #6000 on November 27, 2017 so it's been more than two years since the last millennium.

That was shortly before we got some new carpet in the bunker, and right before that

I engaged in a bit of carpentry and fitted a piece of plywood to the floor in the family room.

The first day at $Major_Hardware doing IT phone support.

#6041: Only In A Jeep, another Christmas vignette.

We learn there is absolutely no demant for used furniture.

They shut down the government, but no one noticed.

February 4, 2018, was the last time I had time to tinker with old computers.

My rewatch of Gundam W kind of petered out too.

A very short 12th anniversary post, one day late.

The road is narrow and hard, but it is the right one.

April 30, 2018 Boeing is claiming that SpaceX's Falcon Heavy doesn't meet NASA's heavy lift needs. Oh? A bit less than two years later SLS is still not flying. I think NASA can make do with a lower payload to LEO that actually flies, and do a better job than the rocket which hasn't flown yet and won't fly for another year at least.

And by the way, they can only build 3 of them a year.

Buttercup arrives. Still can't believe the price we paid for that thing.

Bathroom work begins.

"Worst hemorrhoid ever."

The essay here, at the beginning of the post, is an example of why Og always says I should have one blog for politics and another for the non-politics.

A new set of tires, and the Jeep's front-end wobble disappeared. The last set didn't fix it! Why did this set? Not that I'm complaining....

An Urusei Yatsura ep comes to life, kind of.

Do not buy your carpeting from Luna. Worst customer service ever.

I am linking this one solely because of the following line:
I especially admire the pudding elemental on the lower right.
I am sitting here choking with laughter at that line. Dripping with disdain!

Yes, Interstellar was THAT good.

I'M AT THE DOOR and no I do not do drugs.

When the survival of the human race is at stake, political correctness is jettisoned first.

Finished reading Ranma 1/2 some 23 years after I started it.

Annihilation was pretty bad.

Troll hunting at the Morton Arboretum.

SKIBIDI!

Just before SKIBIDI a discussion of economics in my SF universe.

Last day at $MAJOR_HARDWARE.

But I was only unemployed for a week.

Went to the House on the Rock.

Working from home is awesome!

10th anniversary of starting to play WoW.

2018's Christmas Vignette, Jezebel.

The logical consequences of midiclorians being the source of the Force. "Darth Dracula", among other things. Heh.

That set of earbuds lasted 10 years. The other night, Maki ate the set that replaced that one. I left it on the coffee table in the family room for five minutes while I tucked Mrs. Fungus in bed; came back to find the earbuds on the floor and one of them chewed completely off. I said many bad words.

-23 degrees. That was a bit chilly.


There is literally not enough money in the world to finance the Green New Deal which is probably why they stopped talking about it.

Finished a book I can't publish set in my D&D campaign world.

I talk about the Silver Hornet.

Linked solely for the last two lines:
And that's what I do: I beat junk until it works!

...wait, that didn't come out right.
Heh.

"Insanity" includes GPS-enabled home HVAC thermostats, Greta Thunberg, and a horrifying graphic novel version of Have Space Suit--Will Travel.

Finished the bathroom.

"Train-based 1984 bullshit" and I laughed.

"Five years ago this was all science fiction--all of it!--and the idea of successfully landing three boosters (let alone one) was a pipe dream."

Another 50,000 words about how fast computers are.

Mrs. Fungus and I finally bought the bunker, after two years.

We went to Montreal and Niagara Falls!

Everything posted on Saturday, May 25, 2019, was pretty good. Especially the stuff about the C64.

More thoughts about my SF universe.

11 years betweeen oil filters is probably not a good idea.

A music video post!

The neighborhood flooded for the first time in years.

You cannot cut down the tree; you must move. Thanks a ton, ComEd.

Creative writing and Kenji Kawai. I'm not sure what the connection is.

Pity I couldn't come up with more of that song. 50th anniversary of the first Moon landing. If we can send a man to the Moon, why can't we send a man to the Moon?

Achernar goes live. $250 worth of parts put into a case I already had, and it's fast.

Memes I stole from Imgur.

Job offer, less than a month after losing the work-from-home job.

Spare room painted "socially lime"!

My second day of training, actually posted from a hotel room in Houston, TX.

The runup to Christmastime, 2019.

Finally bought a stand mixer!

2019's Christmas vignette, "The Nativity".

I only had the plugs for, what, two years? Three?

And #7000, because let's see what happens!

Man, seven thousand posts. Here's to the next thousand!

#7001: A new millennium and all I have is miscellanious crap

And I need to go take the bathroom sink plumbing apart to unclog it. *sigh* Well, let's get this over with, shall we?

I honestly do not understand what crime, exactly, was committed here. In Illinois, it is now perfectly legal to have marajuana on your person, as recreational use has been made legal. The government is even expunging possession cases from the records, for people who were caught with weed on them only for personal consumption. Pot's legal, hallelujah, amen.

So in our airports we have these boxes where people can dispose of their weed before they get on an airplane and go somewhere it is not legal. You forget you're carrying a couple grams of Tijuana Gold, realize that $100 worth of weed isn't worth going to federal prison over, and dump it in the box. Annoying, but not much you can do about it, right? At the same time, you realize that you can't take your liter bottle of diet Jolt through the security checkpoint, either, so you dump it into the garbage can next to the pot box. Someone else who's not leaving on a jet plane happens to see that and takes the weed and the diet Jolt.

What law is broken?

In the linked post, a guy was forced to return the pot he'd taken from the pot box. In my fictional example, if he'd also taken a diet Jolt from the trash can, he would not have been forced to return that. The items have been abandoned in a receptacle meant for their disposal, but the cases are equivalent and I don't see how taking pot from what is essentially a segregated trash can is any different than taking an unopened soda or a pack of cigarettes.

I mean, I think you're foolish to use a food or drug product abandoned by a complete stranger, because you don't know what's been done to it, but if you want to I'm not going to stop you. Certainly there's no law against it, as far as I know.

Oh well. This has "not my problem" written all over it.

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The pension system will not be reformed as long as Democrats run Illinois. The entire thing is doomed.

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No one cares because there were no crimes committed, no misdemeanors, nothing impeachable. The investigations were based on nothing but the Democrats' desires to remove Trump from office at all costs. They have no case for removal, and never have.

Everyone involved--every last damned one of them--knows this is a sham and a complete misapplication of the impeachment clause. The Democrats' hope that their constant whining about "fairness" would budge a few Republican senators loose have not been borne out by the facts--at least not so far--and even if they did, they'd come short of the 60 votes required for removal.

All of this stands against a backdrop of how Democrats have comported themselves. Not just since 2016 but far longer than that. At this point they have gone not once, but several hundred times too often to the well, which is one of the reasons Trump got elected in the first place. Having expended political capital on foolish endeavors, they now find themselves bankrupt and unable to get any traction when they truly need it.

The result is that the Democrat-media complex finds itself in the unenviable position of trying to remove from office a President who has just hit a height of popularity rarely seen by sitting Presidents, precisely because they are trying to remove him.

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Related, of course they're not happy.
Same question to atheists. I can understand nonbelievers being tormented by their uncertainty, but an atheist is dogmatically certain there's no god...so why aren't y'all happier? Why, exactly, does the kid with cancer make you mad? The universe, you're sure, is nothing but the random collision of atoms. It sucks for the kid that those atoms collided in that particular way, but why are you mad? More to the point, why are you mad? It's like getting mad at gravity for that apple bonking you on the head. There's no cosmic injustice without cosmic justice. I'd expect a zenlike calm,...
Somewhere on my hard drive I've got a couple pictures of a church sign that said, "It takes a lot of faith to be an atheist." The other pictures in the series show it after it's been vandalized.

The atheists that get mad like that are not true atheists. They are people who are angry at God, for this or that or the other reason, and who somehow think that by pretending not to believe in Him they are punishing Him.

The larger point of the post, though, is that a lot of people who claim certitude always seem very unhappy...and there is a very valuable lesson in that. Perhaps they are not so certain as they say.

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Cause, meet entirely predictable effect. The effect of eliminating cash bail should be obvious, at least to anyone who is not a Democrat politician or an Ivy League graduate (or both).

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Why CO2 can't cause global warming. I've said it and said it myself: if the oceans aren't warming, the planet isn't warming. And the oceans can't warm deep down unless they get warm on top first.

Here is the magnitude of the problem:
If we wanted to heat the entire ocean by 1˚C, and wanted to do it by heating the air above it, we'd have to heat the air to about 4,000˚C hotter than the water.
The opposite is also true, though. If the ocean got warmer by one degree, it would be bleeding obvious because the air over that water would get quite a bit warmer. (Not 4,000˚C, but many degrees.)

Thought experiment: magically turn a spot in the Atlantic Ocean one degree celcius warmer than the surrounding water. Say that it's two miles across. What do you think happens?

You get a big tropical storm there, permanently, as long as the temperature differential lasts. The warm water warms the air passing over it. That air becomes saturated with humidity and rises. Pretty soon there's a nice big storm there.

But the oceans aren't warming. We're told that the deep oceans are getting warmer, and that the upper atmosphere is getting warmer, but the middle is not. There is quite literally no way for heat to magically teleport from the upper atmosphere to the deep ocean, and further no way for it to concentrate in either location. Anthropogenic global warming is thermodynamically impossible.

"Climate change" is real. The Earth's climate is not, and never has been, static; it has changed for all of history. It will continue to change. But don't blame human emissions for it. We are not that powerful.

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It's actually not a permit to go stargazing; it's a night parking permit. Utterly typical of government, of course.

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The triboelectric effect in action. The triboelectric effect is why rain causes lightning.

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Yes, Picard sucks. Another made-by-CBS SJW wokefest set in ohe Star Trek universe or another. It would be surprising if it didn't suck.

Partway through the episode a Romulan character "...gets killed by a Romulan assassin (sigh) who spits his acid blood on her."

...

Acid...blood?

*sigh*

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Saturday night. The 7000 post kept me up too late, sifting through the last thousand posts for this or that highlight. Then I went to bed, but just as I was falling asleep the cat licked me and that woke me up. Then I was having an anxiety attack and needed time to calm down, and then I got hungry so I had a PBJ.

We got up this morning for a little while, then went back to bed; and I've been up and down all day, alternately snoozing and reading manga from Mangadex.com. Current series Henjou, about a college graduate and his relationship with a 16-year-old girl who can sense erections. "Do not underestimate a man with an erection!" Heh.

Main chore this weekend is to fix the drain in the bathroom sink. It snowed outside; we got maybe an inch or so over the last 24 hours. Total accumulation="not much" and I expect I'll throw down some salt to get rid of it. This winter has been damp but the temperatures have averaged above freezing, and I really don't mind all that much.

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So, I'm still not sure what to do about my mouth. In general the pain has gone away, though there is still some discomfort. If I tap on the tooth, I get a sharp spike of pain, but otherwise it's quiet. I've hazarded chewing on that side a couple of times and it hasn't been bad at all, but I'm not ready to risk returning to full mastication. It hurts when I think about it, doesn't bother me much (if at all) when I don't.

Yesterday I ordered coil packs for my wife's car. Delivery date was supposed to be today by 9 PM but that leaves us with about 20 minutes. I don't think it'll be delivered today. Oh well. It's a 5-minute job to replace the thing once I have it, and the engine doesn't have to be dead cold as it does for replacing spark plugs.

The hard part is figuring out which one to replace. I have a couple of bluetooth OBD2 dongles that I bought. My phone apparently can't see them; we'll see if the tablet has any better luck. Otherwise I'll have to take it to the auto parts store to have them scan the diagnostic codes again.

Meh.

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Still: Saturday night. Relax!