PC Mag, once an informative source for info about, you know, PCs and related items now wants to clue me in about “The Best TVs under $1,000.” Yeh, well, if I’m gonna eke out juuuust under a kilobuck for a TV, it had better bring me my coffee. . . and shut itself off afterwards.
Progress
So, with “bad” knee out –again– for the past month or so, and five pretty massive trees we need removed, I’m glad the tree guys were available to take ’em out today. Some remaining effluvia I had yet to reduce (either w/chainsaw mill or burning to make charcoal out of harder wood) is going as well. This will give me a chance to put the north fence back up and make some better lumber, as soon as knee’s back in good enough shape.
Do All “Vlads” Think Alike?
Chicken or egg? Do all “Vlads” think alike or did Vladimir Mordor learn this one from Vladimir Poutine? Or did they both just attend the same “Bloodthirsty Tyrant” conference?
N.B. Ukrainian “Vlads” apparently think differently. But then, they are “Volods,” so there’s that.
Defining Terms
Dhimmi: person living in a region overrun by Muslim conquest who pays “protection money” to the Islamic extortion racket in order to maintain a mere semblance of natural rights regularly abrogated by tyrannical Muslim rule.
Taxpayer: a person living in a region overrun by statist anarcho-tyrannists who pays “protection money” to a “gummint” extortion racket in order to maintain a mere semblance of natural rights regularly abrogated by statist anarcho-tyrannists.
Travel Tip
“Shortly after the police mounted the charge and trampled the crowd, the Ottawa Police claimed via Twitter someone threw a bicycle at one of the horses. Video of the incident shows it wasn’t a bicycle, and it was not thrown, it was the mobility walker of the deceased victim as she was trampled by the horses.”
Do not EVER visit Ottawa, folks, at least not until the entire police department is scrubbed from top to bottom, and the city’s government razed to the ground and rebuilt from scratch. Sure, there MAY be A decent cop left in the OPD, but if so, he’s not all THAT decent, because he’s still a part of the OPD. I do not care what excuses they come up with (“No one was seriously hurt” meaning “Not one of US!” and “That mobility walker was a bicycle, and that disabled old lady threw it at a cop.”), the entire force should be disbanded and replaced with decent human beings.
Saw the Headline and Immediately Thought, “Democrat, right?”
Right.
Parents, 12-year-old say Abby Broyles verbally ‘accosted’ kids at Valentine’s party
And, filed under “In vino veritas,” this lil pull quote:
“According to multiple accounts of the evening, Broyles became intoxicated and spoke derogatorily to some of the girls. She allegedly called one girl an “acne fucker,” which prompted the girl to leave the room in tears. Broyles allegedly called another girl a “Hispanic fucker” and another a “judgy fucker.”
“At one point, Broyles allegedly vomited into a laundry basket and onto one girl’s shoes.”
Eprep Isn’t “Once and Done”
And involves a LOT more than just the time I spent today reorganizing and resupplying/rotating out/in items in both my EDC bag and BOB. Need also to recheck the pantry (for “shelter in place”–the most likely scenario), our PII folders for quick evac, GOOD-y boxes*, update FAKs and trauma pack, etc., etc.
In fact, for “shelter-in-place” scenario, a LOT of supplies need to be checked/updated. Update will? Yeh, but that’s a bit down on my list.
*GOOD-y Boxes: “Get Out Of Dodge”-y *heh* include more food, clothing, etc., as well as places to quickly file documents cleaned out of the safe, hard drives (which include ebook copies of much of my hard copy library, pictures, etc.), notebooks, etc.
The difficult thing about GOOD-y Boxes is maintaining enough transport space in vehicles. *heh* Have to leave room for pets and their carriers (in the case of the cats) and supplies.
Never Thought of That Before. . .
Just read a narrative describing some “eastern Über-urban greenhorns'” first experience tacking up and riding horses. I had never before considered just how intimidating horses could be to someone from such sheltered backgrounds. *shrugs* It had just never occurred to me.
*heh* Further descriptive narrative from short “horse trek” event: “Watch that back leg so he can’t cock his guns and [‘cow’-] kick you, and mind yer back when you pull off the bridle so he can’t bite you. . .” Yeh, probably the second and third lessons taught me by one cantankerous old guy. The first one was memorable (and I still remember it when the weather changes): watch your feet–or better yet, the horse’s feet.
My Ever-Expanding World!
Left the house for the first time in nearly two weeks this morning. Went 10 yards. Installed new headlamp in Son&Heir’s car. Came back in. That’s enough for this week.
How to Deal. . .
. . . with the loss of a loved one.
After her “sudden cardiac death” experiences, I used to wake up every night just checking to make sure my Wonder Woman was still breathing. I do so less often, now since, she has managed to live another 23 years, and thrive. This AM, I got a reminder of those “SCD” experiences and the aftermath was in my FarceBook feed (yeh, there are some folks I seem to only be able to stay in contact with that way. *shrugs*). A writer, former actual rocket scientist, whose books I have enjoyed and whose conversational abilities have lightened FarceBook, let folks know that she awoke this AM to find her husband’s body cold and lifeless beside her.
My sympathy for her loss was colored by a reawakening of those memories of nightly checks to make sure my Wonder Woman was still breathing. Those memories in no way lessen my sympathy for her circumstances. On the contrary, I feel the weight of her loss perhaps more greatly.
Processing. . .