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Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Jelly Belly
Got these for Halloween and I am loving these things.
I love them so much I'm going to rot my teeth out.
On Amazon you can get 4 lbs for the price of 2 lbs by going through Kirkland who supplies for Costco. Mine do not have the Jelly Belly label on each jelly bean.
The flavors are outrageous
And four at a time are quadrupley outrageous. It's a totally different flavor-explosion in your mouth each time.
I think this is type of Jelly Bean stocked in the bins at Sprouts, but I'm not sure. Those are $9.00 LB also.
Alphabetical order.
What we need is ordered by color so we can identify them more quickly. The red ones can be almost anything.
I love them so much I'm going to rot my teeth out.
On Amazon you can get 4 lbs for the price of 2 lbs by going through Kirkland who supplies for Costco. Mine do not have the Jelly Belly label on each jelly bean.
The flavors are outrageous
And four at a time are quadrupley outrageous. It's a totally different flavor-explosion in your mouth each time.
I think this is type of Jelly Bean stocked in the bins at Sprouts, but I'm not sure. Those are $9.00 LB also.
Alphabetical order.
What we need is ordered by color so we can identify them more quickly. The red ones can be almost anything.
Inappropriate Signage
Commenters disagree with the title, one of them an ex-billboard putter upper, said, "no, believe me, they were perfectly aware."
I have to agree. This is not carelessness.
I have to agree. This is not carelessness.
Young people
I love them. They give me hope for the future.
Today a young man appeared at my door to repair my air conditioning unit.
The unit is not broken. There is nothing wrong with it.
Apparently lightening stuck the larger unit outside on the roof and for insurance purpose all the units must be replaced. So the guy goes around and replaces three or four each day.
It's a tight organized mess inside the closet. Water heater, heating unit and air conditioning unit all crammed in together.
I was instructed not to let anyone in posing as repairman. So I gave the guy a hard time but eventually permitted his entry. I was embarrassed because my whole apartment is a dump. And not just a regular dump. It's really bad. I already hired two housekeepers to help me get caught up but they both stood me up this last week. Dishes everywhere. The whole place looks like a poverty-place. Worse than a ghetto. Crap all over the place that I don't have the energy to organize.
I apologized saying I'm usually fastidious but I'm having a little bit of a problem with kidneys right now.
"Sorry to hear that. What does fastidious mean?"
"It means fussy. Anal-retentive. If I see a dot on the carpet I'll bend over and pick it up. A place for everything and everything in its place."
Here's a thing that I notice about Americans particularly. We're not trained in give-and-take conversationally. Our culture does not support that. Conversationally we are blusterous and we don't give an inch. Even as the discussion affects our opinions and reshapes our outlook. Within the conversation we don't budge.
Afterwards the new ideas sink in.
And later we expostulate as if all that is our own ideas.
Without ever acknowledging the source of fresh information.
I was watching Trump's Lexington rally when he knocked on the door. I told him I'm fascinated how Trump handles the crowd. Other speakers are invited, local luminaries, but none of them come close to Trump's disarming and provocative manner. I read elsewhere that Trump reminds people of their own father. People who grew up with military fathers say this (first page)
The repairman does not like Trump.
How common.
He doesn't like Trump for all the most common reasons. He's never encountered anyone who actually defends Trump. Meeting me is a unique experience for him. He also noticed a few framed Egyptian style paintings. He asked about my interest. I told him that I painted those and that I'm learning hieroglyphics. He has a strong interest himself. He asked what I thought about some whacked theory about finding Egyptian artifacts in the Grand Canyon. I explained Egyptian Nile-centric culture and un-sea-worthy Egyptian ships. Phoenicians would be more likely but not that far into the American interior.
Although he didn't budge one inch within our conversation I'm certain by his friendly exit his attitude is changed. About Egypt and about Trump (and about teosinte, maize, and how British use the word "corn" for all grains including wheat. So old paintings of a plant that looks like modern corn cannot be corn as we know it.") He has a lot of strange ideas that come from unhelpful sources. It's possible to work a wedge in with alternate ideas, and challenge his sources of information and replace bogus ideas with solid ideas, and that's possible because he is young.
I don't get nearly as far with older folks.
There was a lot of back and forth out of my apartment to his makeshift shop. I was on my way out. He delayed me considerably to get his job done. So after all that he was grateful to me for being so patient with him.
We walked out together.
I walked over to Zeps, a hipster sandwich place nearby. While in there I saw five separate young people each individually pop in with a large insulated case with a shoulder strap. Each one of them different. They weren't just picking up meals, they were picking up meals to deliver. Far more of those than there were people eating their meal inside the shop.
"I'll have your Breckenridge."
"Okay."
"It's the closest thing to French dip."
"French dip?"
Omg, that's adorable. He's a twenty-something and he works in sandwich shop and he's too young to know what a French dip is.
"Yea. You know, French have a million recipes for stale bread. French toast, bread pudding, croutons, stuffing, soup thickener, sausages, and so on. But we make this sandwich with fresh bread. And there goes the whole raison d'être.
"Raison d'être?"
"There goes its whole reason for being. The bread isn't stale so it doesn't need broth to dip it into."
"Oh."
They don't know a word so they feel comfortable asking its meaning. They don't fake it as older people do. I love that about them. They're open. They're willing to learn. They're beautiful to me in this way.
Even Nurse Ratched at the kidney specialist was so insistent that I check into emergency for a potassium shot because that's what the doctor told her. She was very hard-assed about me accepting this. Knowing that same thing can be corrected by food apparently was a new concept for her. Her entire tone with me now is different. She switched to sweetness and light. "Is it okay with you to accept a prescription for potassium and another lab check one week after that?"
"Sure."
Today a young man appeared at my door to repair my air conditioning unit.
The unit is not broken. There is nothing wrong with it.
Apparently lightening stuck the larger unit outside on the roof and for insurance purpose all the units must be replaced. So the guy goes around and replaces three or four each day.
It's a tight organized mess inside the closet. Water heater, heating unit and air conditioning unit all crammed in together.
I was instructed not to let anyone in posing as repairman. So I gave the guy a hard time but eventually permitted his entry. I was embarrassed because my whole apartment is a dump. And not just a regular dump. It's really bad. I already hired two housekeepers to help me get caught up but they both stood me up this last week. Dishes everywhere. The whole place looks like a poverty-place. Worse than a ghetto. Crap all over the place that I don't have the energy to organize.
I apologized saying I'm usually fastidious but I'm having a little bit of a problem with kidneys right now.
"Sorry to hear that. What does fastidious mean?"
"It means fussy. Anal-retentive. If I see a dot on the carpet I'll bend over and pick it up. A place for everything and everything in its place."
Here's a thing that I notice about Americans particularly. We're not trained in give-and-take conversationally. Our culture does not support that. Conversationally we are blusterous and we don't give an inch. Even as the discussion affects our opinions and reshapes our outlook. Within the conversation we don't budge.
Afterwards the new ideas sink in.
And later we expostulate as if all that is our own ideas.
Without ever acknowledging the source of fresh information.
I was watching Trump's Lexington rally when he knocked on the door. I told him I'm fascinated how Trump handles the crowd. Other speakers are invited, local luminaries, but none of them come close to Trump's disarming and provocative manner. I read elsewhere that Trump reminds people of their own father. People who grew up with military fathers say this (first page)
The repairman does not like Trump.
How common.
He doesn't like Trump for all the most common reasons. He's never encountered anyone who actually defends Trump. Meeting me is a unique experience for him. He also noticed a few framed Egyptian style paintings. He asked about my interest. I told him that I painted those and that I'm learning hieroglyphics. He has a strong interest himself. He asked what I thought about some whacked theory about finding Egyptian artifacts in the Grand Canyon. I explained Egyptian Nile-centric culture and un-sea-worthy Egyptian ships. Phoenicians would be more likely but not that far into the American interior.
Although he didn't budge one inch within our conversation I'm certain by his friendly exit his attitude is changed. About Egypt and about Trump (and about teosinte, maize, and how British use the word "corn" for all grains including wheat. So old paintings of a plant that looks like modern corn cannot be corn as we know it.") He has a lot of strange ideas that come from unhelpful sources. It's possible to work a wedge in with alternate ideas, and challenge his sources of information and replace bogus ideas with solid ideas, and that's possible because he is young.
I don't get nearly as far with older folks.
There was a lot of back and forth out of my apartment to his makeshift shop. I was on my way out. He delayed me considerably to get his job done. So after all that he was grateful to me for being so patient with him.
We walked out together.
I walked over to Zeps, a hipster sandwich place nearby. While in there I saw five separate young people each individually pop in with a large insulated case with a shoulder strap. Each one of them different. They weren't just picking up meals, they were picking up meals to deliver. Far more of those than there were people eating their meal inside the shop.
"I'll have your Breckenridge."
"Okay."
"It's the closest thing to French dip."
"French dip?"
Omg, that's adorable. He's a twenty-something and he works in sandwich shop and he's too young to know what a French dip is.
"Yea. You know, French have a million recipes for stale bread. French toast, bread pudding, croutons, stuffing, soup thickener, sausages, and so on. But we make this sandwich with fresh bread. And there goes the whole raison d'être.
"Raison d'être?"
"There goes its whole reason for being. The bread isn't stale so it doesn't need broth to dip it into."
"Oh."
They don't know a word so they feel comfortable asking its meaning. They don't fake it as older people do. I love that about them. They're open. They're willing to learn. They're beautiful to me in this way.
Even Nurse Ratched at the kidney specialist was so insistent that I check into emergency for a potassium shot because that's what the doctor told her. She was very hard-assed about me accepting this. Knowing that same thing can be corrected by food apparently was a new concept for her. Her entire tone with me now is different. She switched to sweetness and light. "Is it okay with you to accept a prescription for potassium and another lab check one week after that?"
"Sure."
Monday, November 4, 2019
"Murder is easy. Comedy is hard."
100,000 people making cracks about Trump's hug of Suzuki. 95,000 about groping his breasts, 4999 about the scene from Titanic, and only ONE GUY hits the proper joke:— Renna (@RennaW) November 4, 2019
Trump gets to 2nd base. pic.twitter.com/iRtz5ub6bN
KAG Lexington
Lexington is in Kentucky, right? And Kentucky is a state somewhere in the middle to the right, right? On top of Tennessee. Right where the points of a bunch of states come together like the middle of an electric fan.
Surprising how much those wooden puzzle maps are relied upon sixty years after kindergarten.
Surprising how much those wooden puzzle maps are relied upon sixty years after kindergarten.
Man, these puzzle maps are cheap. I thought they would be $100.00. Something so valuable as this is so inexpensive. It's just one of those things.
Anyway.
Big crowd.
Thousands LINED up for the #TrumpRallyKY#TrumpRallyLexington— 🇺🇸🔥Lady De’Plorable🔥🇺🇸 (@LadyRedWave) November 4, 2019
Anxiously & excitedly WATING to see THE BEST @POTUS EVER!
Try to get to Trump you have to go through us! #FakeImpeachment has ONLY strengthened @realDonaldTrump and US! #AmericaFirst pic.twitter.com/ijA6NJpIL3
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Freddy Freeman encounters trick-or-treater dressed as himself
From his wife's Twitter account.
We found a little @FreddieFreeman5 @Braves 👻 pic.twitter.com/IQlhtmcv5T
— Chelsea Freeman (@chelseafree5) November 1, 2019
Warren, who's a Democrat presidential candidate apparently, shows the depth of her awareness about how insurance companies work
She talks a lot so it's going to come out eventually.
You're not expected to watch the video. That would involve actually listening to her and nobody sensible does that. The thread is interesting. People writing who are smarter than Warren.
You're not expected to watch the video. That would involve actually listening to her and nobody sensible does that. The thread is interesting. People writing who are smarter than Warren.
Q: Where do those who work in health insurance go when private insurance is eliminated?— The Hill (@thehill) November 2, 2019
Sen. Warren: "No one gets left behind. Some of the people currently working in health insurance will work in other parts of insurance. In life insurance, in auto insurance, in car insurance." pic.twitter.com/KGJ4Eg9VKR
Camel difficulty
The camel is all, "I'm not actually a beast of burden."
Seen on knuckledraggin.com.
The thing that had me laughing so hard was the subtle switch in My Heart Will Go on between orchestral and poorly played recorder.
Food in 2010
Yes, Officer, I can tell what I was eating October 21, 2010.
Not the best photos, but eh.
I found these as thumbnails for 2010 and I had to download them all from Photobucktet with thousands of other supportive photographs then upload them all again into Blogger. That is, from one Google property to another.
Along the way I was able to improve most the old photographs by Photoshop-skill picked up along the way. But not these. These were too small and too insignificant to bother adjusting. Plus, I already did that for the main pages. I could have used the good ones but that would entail going back through each day and get them again. And these tiny ones unadjusted were all right there in the wastebasket.
It's kind of amazing how a simple slide of a control can decrease brightness and bring back details that are washed out. The information is still in there in the file but not displaying. Even in compressed .JPG format, a greatly reduced file, not raw which are even more vast, and not all the time, but most of the time. Enough to make fiddling around with them worth the trouble.
But that's a another whole step in another program for thousands of photographs.
Some of the photos are not actual meals. A jar of foam stands for a sourdough project. A machine top with grain stands for flour being milled for bread or corn for polenta, a meat grinder with ground beef coming out of it stands for a meatloaf and so on. That's just the way they turned out as thumbnails. Quite a lot was omitted because the thumbnail photographs are gross. Like a dead turkey soaking in brine.
Not the best photos, but eh.
I found these as thumbnails for 2010 and I had to download them all from Photobucktet with thousands of other supportive photographs then upload them all again into Blogger. That is, from one Google property to another.
Along the way I was able to improve most the old photographs by Photoshop-skill picked up along the way. But not these. These were too small and too insignificant to bother adjusting. Plus, I already did that for the main pages. I could have used the good ones but that would entail going back through each day and get them again. And these tiny ones unadjusted were all right there in the wastebasket.
It's kind of amazing how a simple slide of a control can decrease brightness and bring back details that are washed out. The information is still in there in the file but not displaying. Even in compressed .JPG format, a greatly reduced file, not raw which are even more vast, and not all the time, but most of the time. Enough to make fiddling around with them worth the trouble.
But that's a another whole step in another program for thousands of photographs.
Some of the photos are not actual meals. A jar of foam stands for a sourdough project. A machine top with grain stands for flour being milled for bread or corn for polenta, a meat grinder with ground beef coming out of it stands for a meatloaf and so on. That's just the way they turned out as thumbnails. Quite a lot was omitted because the thumbnail photographs are gross. Like a dead turkey soaking in brine.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
CQD Minneapolis-St. Paul Airport Lost & Found
Almost a week ago Sunday, I travelled through the Minneapolis St. Paul airport on my way to a wedding. When I got back to California, I realized that my iPad was missing. I'm not sure how that happened, but it did. I promptly filed a missing item report with the airport, and have updated it with the model and serial number. I also alerted Apple that it was lost and turned on the GPS tracking. Nothing happened for a couple days. On Wednesday, I got an alert from Apple that my iPad had been found -- the location showing terminal 1 near concourse F (see the screen shot below).
That screen shot says "6 hours ago," but that was last Wednesday. Later that day, the trail went cold and the device tracker says that the device was "off." I updated my online claim at the airport with this new info. It is still off. I'm thinking that someone found it and deliberately disabled it. I'm going to check with Apple to see that means exactly. Remember that the GPS tracking only came on briefly.
Anyways, I cannot get through to a human being at the MSP airport. I do not believe that a human being has even read my claim. MSP says that after 30 days, my claim will be closed. This feels like a racket.
If anyone out there reading this knows anyone at the MSP airport who can help connect the dots and get me my iPad back, I would appreciate it and try to make it worth your while.
That screen shot says "6 hours ago," but that was last Wednesday. Later that day, the trail went cold and the device tracker says that the device was "off." I updated my online claim at the airport with this new info. It is still off. I'm thinking that someone found it and deliberately disabled it. I'm going to check with Apple to see that means exactly. Remember that the GPS tracking only came on briefly.
Anyways, I cannot get through to a human being at the MSP airport. I do not believe that a human being has even read my claim. MSP says that after 30 days, my claim will be closed. This feels like a racket.
If anyone out there reading this knows anyone at the MSP airport who can help connect the dots and get me my iPad back, I would appreciate it and try to make it worth your while.
Friday, November 1, 2019
Trump officially Florida Man
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, the White House, is the place I have come to love and will stay for, hopefully, another 5 years as we MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN, but my family and I will be making Palm Beach, Florida, our Permanent Residence. I cherish New York, and the people of.....— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) November 1, 2019
....this decision, but in the end it will be best for all concerned. As President, I will always be there to help New York and the great people of New York. It will always have a special place in my heart!— Donald J. Trump (@realDonaldTrump) November 1, 2019
Eh, so what. He's going to have to take all his gold with him. His gold doors, his gold picture frames, his gold-trimmed furniture, his gold plates, his gold service ware, his gold chandeliers, his gold fruit bowls, his gold ash trays, his gold bicycles, his gold helicopter, his gold spittoons, his gold trim aquarium, his gold flyswatter, his gold toilets, his gold toilet paper holder, his gold tissue boxes, his gold ... everything over there is gold. He'll have to gut the whole place.
He'll still have his properties in New York.
GOP leaders speak after House passes impeachment inquiry resolution
Wall-to-wall whinging isn't going to cut it.
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