Grease and Rainbows

I’ve been pretty busy as of late; grooming the weeds, putting up blueberries, working on the boat and busting my knuckles, back and ass on the Jeep and the brush-hog.

I took the brush-hog off of tractor the other day in order to move rolls of hay off of trailers and stack them in the hay barn.  Can’t do it with a 15 foot mass of metal on the back end, but no problem: I’ve put that hog on/off maybe a hundred times:  the trick has always been to configure the brush hog to go back on as you take it off.  

This time I decided that I’d be ‘the good farmer’ and perform a little preventative maintenance on it’s drive shaft before hooking the hog back up.  Essentially this is nothing more than extending the shaft by a 2 feet or so…clean it…apply grease.. and move on with life.  All is dandy unless you extend the shaft by more than a 2 feet (or so) and it pulls free from the female end, when that happens you have a 20lb, 5 foot in length, drive shaft attached to 40lb U Joint assembly. 

What I was able to figure out in the more-than-a-hour that it took to place it back together is that: that SOB was indeed ‘keyed’, grease on a 60 lb object makes for challenging times, and cursing God and his entire creation does not reassemble a keyed and greased drive shaft.

On the Jeep: I decided to put a little effort and Social Security money into my 2016 Wrangler JK and it turns out that while the costs were predictable/controllable, the ‘little effort’ component turned out to be unconstrained.  My efforts on the Jeep are to replace the front bumper so I can add a winch and improved lighting. 

Let me say at the outset that I’ve always viewed installation instructions as a guide and subject to both interpretation and available tooling.  In hindsight I suppose when you’re told that the installation requires an impact wrench/driver, get (beg/borrow) a fucking impact wrench.

There is nothing quite so iffy as tying off the end of a rope to a 18mm offset wrench in order to apply the pull needed to break a bolt free.   It took me 5 hours to remove the exist bumper and 1 hour to install the new one.

The first portion of the project is done; I’ve built out the platform for the winch and a light bar (Jeff B. tells me they will both be delivered next week).

I’ve ordered some (supposedly) super-duper blackish dye that is said to make faded vinyl come back to life.

Given that what ain’t sheet metal is plastic/vinyl I’m hoping that this is a viable remedy for the all of the fading.

Everything else that I’ve researched has the same basis for their claim of effectiveness as the Snake Oil of yesteryear.

We’ll see.

The blueberry bushes are really producing this year. It seems that the more they are neglected the better they do. . . not a good reflection on me I guess. I’ve been put 11 pints up in the last two days, and in another day the nearly ripe fruit on the plants will be ready for harvest.

Time is flying by. In a few days we will be at the longest day of the year (again) and then we’ll start the slow shortening of days into a colorful fall and brilliant winter. There are wonders all around us and if we can lift our heads and furrowed brows from the grease and stubborn bolts for just a little bit and look around we can see the glory of God’s creation.

Double rainbow around the sun.

Senior Abuse

The shit show continues:

But WTF, we didn’t really want a world at peace anyway. . . did we?

Catch of the Day (3+1)

Here are three new piles of electrons crafted to attract the alpha male.  Unfortunately, each woman/scenario suffers from a fatal flaw.  Can you find them?  Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s still not the tits.

As a bonus, the ever popular farm girl:

Zen via Chicken Stew

I spent a little time cooking and canning yesterday. There was a lot of cutting involved and so the several prep steps came embedded with a zen like pleasure that only repetition with a sharp implement brings. A firm affection for each of my fingers and respect for freshly stoned knives kept me from wandering to far from the present (and reality) but it was a thoroughly enjoyable set of tasks .

The resulting Chicken Stew was the best I’ve ever had. The recipe I used came from a nameless blogger in the mid-west. If you’re into canning/preserving then you’ll want to visit. Her little corner is a great resource and she has a command of the language that has avoided me all my many years.

I made two 6 pint runs of this and then put up an additional 4 pints of chicken breasts from the remaining chicken. The recipe is here.

Another Bang-up Job by the Investigative Press

Here are two paragraphs from our good friends in the press as they talk about Hunter Biden’s choice of weapons. Below that my comments on a brief read of those great journalists.

The gun Hunter Biden purchased and held onto for 11 days in 2018 is a .38 caliber Cold Cobra, known as a 38 special. The revolver is a rimmed, centerfire cartridge designed by Smith & Wesson that can range in price from a couple hundred to a thousand dollars.

The handgun is known for its accuracy and is often used for small-game hunting, recreational target shooting, and personal defense. The president’s son told Delaware State Police he bought it for target practice in 2018.

  1. Not ‘Cold Cobra’
  2. Not know as a 38 special
  3. The revolver is not rimmed
  4. The revolver is not a cartridge
  5. The cartridge does not cost a couple of hundred bucks
  6. A 38 Special is not know for it’s accuracy
  7. A 38 Special is never used for small-game hunting
  8. Rarely does someone use an expensive round for recreational target shooting.

Can they really be that confused? Really? These folks don’t know the difference between a firearm and a round yet they pull up their big girl pants and take us to school.

I’m Not Saying, I’m Just Saying. . .

By now I guess everyone who wanders onto my little stoop on the interwebs knows that I have a real hard on for a manipulative press. Is the truth not startling enough without them adding both content and context?

An overlooked element of the hostage rescue in Gaza is where they were rescued from. Take a gander at the print on the bottom of the screen beginning at the 45 second mark and running to the 55 second mark. I’m not saying that all journalists are full of shit and willing to do whatever it takes to claim some fame, I’m just saying I think all journalists are full of shit, etc.

Hats off to the brave souls that traversed hostile territory to rescue their fellow countrymen, they are true heroes.

We Are (So Very, Very Small)

We are but a whisper in the cosmic wind and yet here resides everyone you ever knew. Every human who ever lived.  Every story that was ever told

Catch of the Day (3+1)

Here are three more for today’s edition of the best of bad AI and/or Photoshop.  All have errors that can only be created by unsupervised electrons or their operators.  Can you spot them?  Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s still not the tits.

A bonus for the faithful reader:  Farm Girl:

Perspective | A Twist of Phrase

Almost 1,000 were killed or wounded in Israel’s hostage rescue. There are perhaps 2.5 million Palestinians and untold millions of observers planet wide that are familiar with the numbers. Imagine how much closer to a resolution of this conflict we would be if the words in the media used were: ‘showed the heavy cost of taking innocent Israeli prisoners’, instead of blasting the aggrieved party. Perhaps if the blame for Palestinian ills were laid at the feet of Hamas, Ahmed would feel a little more obliged to rat out the rats that oppress the people of that dusty land. Just a thought

How deep does it run, this manipulation of reality to fit an agenda? An agenda that the huddled masses in Palestine don’t even know is in play. The twist of a phrase here, the choice of word there, it’s all in a days work.

Catch of the Day (3+1)

Three more strange ladies invite you to spot the errors their creator made. Can you see them? Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s still not the tits.

As a bonus, and because the AI used on one Facebook site is so terrible it becomes funny, I give you ‘Farm Girl’.

My Money is on ‘Poopy Pants’

Perhaps The Babylon Bee said it best: First bomb…!

Well, it’s not like the whole world is watching, right? I mean it’s not like all of the nefarious state actors out their would take a gander at the geezer and think: ‘time to take our shot’, right?

The Great Communicator

40 years ago President Reagan marked the 40th anniversary of the Allied landing at Normandy. What an inspiration he was both in his choice of words and in delivery.

I look at the choices we have for this go-round as President and find it amazing how far we have slipped as a nation. I wonder if we can’t slap together an AI rendition of Reagan and run him as an independent come this November. Failing that maybe we can hold the office open until we have better choices.

Shocked

So they had no idea that when they hired this man, who pretends to be woman, had issues? Really?

They need to put the hiring manager in prison.

Catch of the Day

Three more strange ladies invite you to spot the errors their creator made. Can you see them? Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s still not the tits.

Almost

It’s almost worth the trip to Idaho.

Those folk out Idaho way have not yet crumbled under the weight of Californian exiles.

Rare Beauty?

The rainbow people are slowly becoming aware that the Religion of Peace has a real hard on (pun intended) for demonstrating their life choices. The idea that the Dem party is a big tent party is about to be tested; couldn’t have happened to a more deserving group.

What surprised me most about the clip is how well the alphabet people are organized. Now that these two sides have found themselves in an ‘intersectional civil war’ what new players will emerge and what alliances will be constructed.

It’s truly one of those grab the popcorn moments worthy of our wonder.

Catch of the Day

Three more for a Sunday evening: the best of bad AI and/or Photoshop.  Can you spot the errors?  Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s still not the tits

Is it Me?

Am I all confused about how things work or is the Sec Def and the media pulling my chain?

First, I hadn’t thought war with China was either imminent or unavoidable. I thought they took a look at the US, looked at their watch, and then shrugged knowingly; they are willing to wait while we tear it all down ourselves. BUT now that he has said it, I can’t think of anyone less intellectually trustworthy to receive that message from. Why did he feel the need to share that message with us, and why now?

Now, the real scary part is in small type on the graphic above; The Sec Def doesn’t inform ‘top security officials’, they inform him. If what the article says is true then where is the Sec Def getting his information from? China?

Who is feeding this line of shit to the Associated Press, and who in there is still naive enough to slurp this stuff up?

Strange Goings On

For shits and giggles I clicked on the Yahoo article shown below.

Sounds promising, but the words that accompanied the article tell a different story: Netanyahu stressed on Saturday that Israel would not agree to a ceasefire unless Hamas’s military and governing capabilities are totally destroyed, all hostages are freed and “Gaza no longer poses a threat to Israel.” To suggest an immediate ceasefire without those goals is a “non-starter,” Netanyahu said in a statement on X.

Netanyahu’s chief foreign policy adviser, Ophir Falk, clarified the statement with Britain’s Sunday Times, reiterating that Israel’s conditions for a ceasefire “have not changed” and that while Biden’s plan “is not a good deal,” they’re hoping for a swift solution.

These folk no longer care to conceal their contempt for the truth nor for the intelligence of their audience.

Not the Pariah They Hoped For

Nothing I like better than to see folks performing nefarious acts and then have that shit blow up in their face.

And for the antagonist? A brace of crow and a solid round of scorn:

In the spirit of ‘fair and balanced’, I thought it appropriate to balance the accolades of the once leader of the free world with an opposing view. Someone of stature and credibility:

Baring that, how about the emergence of a new credible witness? Someone intimately familiar with the inner workings of the vast business enterprise and insight into the mind and manners of Trump himself? How about. . . the doorman:

This crap has gone on for so long, we often fail to reduce this absurdity to it’s most basic form: tell me again, who was harmed?

His Burden

I’m pretty sure that the pause mid-stride was less about contemplation and more about filling a diaper. Such is this mans burden.

Catch of the Day

Here’s three more for the days best of bad AI and/or Photoshop.  Can you spot the errors?  Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s never the tits.

It’s the Same Thing, Only Different

Is it me or is Slow Joe voicing the same failed ceasefire proposition that has been repeatedly visited upon Israel for the last 40 years or so. The bad guys snatch hostages and then demand a cessation of hostilities and uneven trade of prisoners for innocent women/children. Rinse and repeat ad nauseum.

This time, if we are to believe the Slow One, it’s different because it’s a ‘Three Phase Plan’. My ass, it’s the same shit on a different day. But what the hell, someone has propped him up to look like a world leader thru the first Tuesday in November. That’s all that matters anyway, right?

While Distracted

While most folk were watching the clown show in New York someone quietly moved us a little closer to a shooting war with a nuclear armed adversary.

Via The New York Times: “President Biden, in a major shift pressed by his advisers and key allies, has authorized Ukraine to conduct limited strikes inside Russia with American-made weapons, opening what could well be a new chapter in the war for Ukraine, U.S. officials said on Thursday.”

I feel so much more secure knowing that Slow Joe and a cast of his minions are prosecuting a war on the Russian homeland. It’s not like they’ll retaliate in any way.

Catch of the Day

Here’s three more for the days best of bad AI and/or Photoshop.  Can you spot the errors?  Answers posted in the comments.   Hint: it’s never the tits.

McCarthyism V2

A hundred years from now this period in time will be remembered as an inflection point for the destiny of man. (Sounds dramatic doesn’t it?)

Between what they’ve been doing with the J6 crowd and with everyone associated with Trump in the last 8 or 9 years (including Trump) it sure looks a lot like the resurrection of McCarthyism (albeit via the judicial branch) to me. Does it make it OK when it’s done through the courts or is it the same old power play with a different set of players?

Had Trump walked and became president the world then would be an entirely different place than where our now current trajectory will land us. It no longer matters if he becomes president post conviction, what matters is that ‘lawfare’ has become normalized. I’d say also that by the looks of things it no longer matters if you, in good faith, follow the advice of your lawyers as they are as likely to blackmail your ass as they are to provide good council.

They should remove every copy of the Ten Commandments in every courthouse in the land and replace them with a simple plaque that says: “Just because you can prosecute and get a conviction, doesn’t mean you should.”

Not Your Daddy’s Jesus

There is a good read by Melissa Harl Sellew floating around and I thought it informative for a couple of reasons: because it provides insight into the differences between Thomas and the Synoptic Gospels and because it demonstrates a different approach to understanding those differences.  Her words in the ‘Abstract’ (introduction) provide a tidy description of this, her approach.

“This article moves away from questions of dependence or autonomy to show that comparison of the texts’ style and content is fruitful for understanding both Thomas and the Synoptic Gospels. When we read the Synoptics against Thomas, some of the central characteristics of Mark, Matthew, and Luke stand out in higher relief. Differences in theology, narrative structures, genre, and approaches to community formation combine to confirm that early gospel writers had a variety of choices about their modes of representation of the meaning(s) of Jesus. As part of its pattern of distance from Judaism, Thomas shows that it was possible to present Jesus as somehow removed from the thought world of Scripture, even as a source of revelatory or prophetic information.”

Here (below) is a teaser from the article that, when well considered, gives good cause for pause and contemplation.

The Jesus of Thomas, in great contrast, though he speaks proverbs, macarisms, and parables alike to those of his Synoptic counterpart, nonetheless performs no deeds of power, encounters no opposition from either Jewish or Roman leaders, makes no threats or warnings of imminent divine judgment or eschatological crisis. Only by foreknowledge of the New Testament Gospels (or for argument’s sake, the Gospel of Peter) would a reader of Thomas realize that Jesus was to meet a gruesome death at the hands of the Romans, framed as a divinely required sacrifice to redeem the world of sin, and yet was somehow able to transcend death through resurrection. In other words, the “Jesus Christ crucified, and him alone” preached by Paul (1 Cor 2:2) is not the subject of the Gospel of Thomas.

Jerky Time

Yesterday I finally wandered my fat azz into Huntsville and gathered ‘makins’ for Jerky and Kimchi. The meat ‘Top Round’ was $3.87 ($4.06 with ‘surcharge’) a pound at the commissary; it’s a little over $7 ($7.63 with tax) at Wallyworld. I bought just under 15 pounds so I saved about $45 on the meat. The marinade spices I use were .98 at the commissary and $1.38 at Walmart I saved 4 or 5 bucks.

The Napa cabbage ended up being $1 a pound at the International Market vs $4 at Walmart so another $18 saved.

OK, here is the secret to great jerky: McCormics, Kikkoman, and time. While I usually make four varieties, this go-round I made three varieties with each variety having two different ‘bites’. So I’ll end up (actually the kids and grand kids will end up) with 6 types of jerky; two versions each of Mesquite, Chipotle, and Mojito Lime. The fourth type I normally make is the ‘Honey Sriracha’.

I place the large slabs of beef in the freezer for 20 minutes or until they are about to freeze on the exterior most surface. This makes them so much easier to cut. I cut slices between 1/8 and 1/4 inch across the grain and throw them in a gallon freezer bag with the spices and Kikkoman to marinate for at least 12 hours. Drain them, space them out on the dehydrator racks and let them run at about 145 degrees for 4 hours.

Do yourself a favor and stick with the Kikkoman.

The X-rated (X=extra hot) jerky was made using a different heat source for each of the flavors: For the Mesquite I added cracked Super Asian pepper from my garden that I dehydrated last year. For the Chipotle I used a fermented Asian/Cayanne hot sauce blend I worked up a couple years ago (better now than then!).

For both versions of the Mojito I pealed and sliced fresh lime to go into the mix. the X version of Mojito was supercharged by adding a couple of diced fresh Habaneros. Remember if you play with the habs, they don’t play fair.

Dirt Under my Nails

All of the bad weather has moved out of my little corner of the world and I was able to apply some machinery to cleaning up some of the mess and overdue mowing/trimming. All of my trees stayed in place but a large Cherry Tree fell across the road just east of me on Sunday and a kind soul, knowing it couldn’t be cleared ‘in place’ attached a chain or rope to the trunk and dragged to the nearest place it could be chopped and cleared from the road way. You guessed it, it ended up along the side of the road on my property. I spent a good part of the day yesterday cutting it down and loaded it on my trailer (three loads actually) to a burn pile of been cultivating.

Today I was able to tackle the mowing and trimming along the front edge of the place. It’s just under 1,500 feet along that portion.

Here’s the before (at the gate):

And the after:

There is nothing quite as satisfying as working with good tools on a lawn, fence line, or in the woods.

Now, I’m off to Huntsville AL to satisfy two needs: Kimchi making’s and beef. It’s worth the 100 mile round trip for a couple of reasons: first, the only place where good fresh Napa cabbage, Korean radish, and Chinese chives can be found nearby (if you consider 50 miles nearby) is at the ‘International Market’ in Huntsville. Wallyworld sells some pretty bad looking Napa cabbage for about 4 bucks a pound while the place in Hunstville has fresh (fresher) cabbage at 1.29 a pound.

The second reason is I want to make some beef jerky and I want to can up some beef stew. The meat I need can be had at the military commissary for 3 or 4 dollars a pound cheaper and is of a better quality than Walmart. It’s 5 or 6 dollars a pound cheaper than Publics. The kids and grandkids love the jerky and can shove away an amazing amount in short order. I’ve got some mid-heat peppers in the garden that may find their way into the flavorings I put on the jerky. We’ll see.

Omar/Bush Need a Do-Over (But not Veronica)

Sounds about right. There are wackos, bums and thieves on both sides of the aisle. Some are second and third generation professional politicians that have spent decades in the marble halls dedicated to the memories of the previous generation of thieves. Others are new at the game.

The difference between a McConnell and a Omar (or a Bush for that matter) is one has mastered the application of power and wealth and the other is a novice. As you can tell, I don’t have strong feelings on the subject one way or the other.

Speaking of ‘Do-Overs’, you know who doesn’t need one? The male runner named Veronica Garcia. This little bitch, who identifies as a female, drug his dick around the 400 meter course at the State Championship and beat the nearest real girl by more than a second.

Bad Breeding?

Sometimes I fall into periods of deep thought.; yesterday was one of those days. The questions that kept turning over in my mind are related to the figures below that I found on Facebook and the question is/was: “Did the creator of these images purposely dumb them down, or are they the product of a mind suffering from sort of dissociative disorder, or is this person so dumb that they actually believe farm equipment actually operates like this and farm animal actually look like the do in the images?”

If it’s an IA operating shyster then there is someone out there that is trying to attract dumb people. I guess they see them as an easy ‘mark’. Which, if you extent this line of thought, means that this same nefarious seeker of dumb persons believes there are dollars to be made from them, which also (extending further) means they believe dumb folk have somehow gained wealth. Has this person stumbled upon a closely held secret path to wealth or are they an absolute idiot themself?

I’m thinking that the person generating these images has never seen a farm or farm critters; it’s some city dweller that is relying on the superior mind of his ‘in the public domain’ and free to download beta version of AI software. The scary part is that soon the world will be filled with such nonsense as future generative AI routines will find, and use as an example, images created by other faulty AI systems. Folk that are living in the inner cities of tens of millions people would have no way of independently verifying that a, for example, pig only has two nostrils and farm girls are born with three fingers per hand.

They’re Running In Monaco

The Monaco Grand Prix is probably the greatest event in motorsports. ABC is streaming the pre-race hoopla that includes million dollar yachts backed into viewing position , stars of screen and stage looking for a mic, pro athletes with their trim blond and bosomed wives, and thousands of ladies in their summer finery. It’s a spectacular demonstration of wealth and privilege. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for wealth/privilege and hope both will visit me some day.

It’s a great course with spectacular views and challenging turns.

If the past provides any hint at what the future brings, there will be some broken hearts and destroyed machinery at the end of the day.

The Unofficial Start of Summer

All signs point to an active summer season and the folk out on the left coast were the first to kickoff what promises to be a stellar riot season. The confluence of anti-christian, anti-Jew, pro-Palestinian, unemployment, immigration, high inflation, summer heat, legalization of drugs, de-funding of police, lax enforcement of existing law, the election cycle, inability to determine ones own sex/gender, the entry of South American cartels to the trade-space, social unrest brought about by rabble-rousers of all persuasions, and the perceived ills caused by the existence of strait white males have pushed the citizenry beyond what they believe they should tolerate.

Before the actual games begin, here are a couple of videos that recap some of the preseason action:

Great Job Bozo

Staggering

On June 6th it will have been 80 years since the landings of D Day In 1944. The undertaking was enormous and the number of lives lost in the liberation of Europe was staggering.

Operation Market Garden was the largest military operation mankind has ever conceived. On the side of the Allies three nations with completely different geopolitical views: Russia, the US and England somehow bridged their differences and nursed a very difficult alliance to challenge and then collapse the tyranny that gripped the world.

Millions of families across our nation had family that traveled to war in those foreign lands. Both of my uncles on my fathers side fought in that war. They left the family home in Ozark, Mo., fought in a world war and, upon returning, both married patriotic women they found along train stops as they went to war. One became a milk delivery driver in Detroit and the other delivered ice and coal. An uncle on my mothers side left his home in Ottumwa Iowa and gave his life on some distant and obscure battlefield.

As you enjoy this great Memorial Day weekend, take time to lift a glass to those that gave that last greatest measure of devotion and count the blessings in your life that came at such a dear cost.

See, Simple.

I often wondered why it is that the moon appears to rise over a different point in the sky. Sometimes it would rise near my equipment barn and other times it would be well south of that (as it did this evening). Turns out there’s a simple explanation that the pencil necks in the physics realm have made difficult.

“This change in the position of moonrise throughout a given month is due to three factors. First, the Earth’s rotational axis is tilted by about 23.5 degrees relative to the plane in which it orbits around the Sun. Second, the Moon orbits the Earth in a plane that is tilted by about 5.1 degrees relative to the plane in which the Earth orbits around the Sun. Since the Moon makes one complete orbit around the Earth in 28.5 days, you will see the position of the Moon’s rise on the horizon change by twice 23.5+5.1 degrees, or about 57.2 degrees, during one orbit of the Moon around the Sun. This is pretty close to the 118-65 = 53 degrees that you measured using a compass.”

See: told ya.

Catching Up

I’ve been playing catch-up on the yard work for the last couple of days but don’t think I’ll be ahead of the curve until mid-June or so.  The unpredictability of the weather is the cause of some of this and letting some areas around the farm go without tending at the close of last year has created challenges where I really didn’t need to be challenged. 

Yesterday I knocked out half of the trimming that needed to be done along a deep drainage area that intersects with the road in to my house.  Because I didn’t hit it at the end of last summer the chainsaw was needed to knock some of it down.  A large tree (about 6 feet in diameter) fell across a portion of it last year so I’ve been cutting on it in prep for a burn later this year.  I brush-hogged the back field this morning and trimmed along the houses and drainage areas leading to the creeks a couple of days ago so when this round of weather moves out (Monday?) I can finish the ditch area (a day’s work), mow and trim along the fence on the front of the property (a day’s work), clear, mow, and trim along the spring and creek (three days of effort). 

My little mini-garden is in.  Tomatoes, peppers, okra, cucumbers, beans, melon and zucchini mostly.  I know I’m not going to have the time to maintain much more than this and finish moving the fencing and other garden related infrastructure and play catch-up around the place.  I’ve got another 40 pepper seedlings I need to get into the ground in the next couple of days.  I’ve got to do better at recording what goes/went where though; the annotated diagram I had for the 7 varieties of tomatoes and 9 varieties of peppers already in the ground has disappeared.  Tomatoes won’t be a problem because two varieties are weird:  Atomic and Lemon

I’m growing advanced in years, but still know the difference between a Roma and a Beefsteak and the two varieties of cherry tomatoes (Besser and Tiny Tim) are easily distinguishable.  The last variety is a F1 slicer.

Peppers are another story altogether.  It’s going to be fun figuring out which of the three yellow peppers (aji lemon, Hungarian hot yellow, and banana) are which.  Also, given that an immature habanero and pepperoncini look much the same, caution is warranted.

All twelve of my apple grafts survived and they need to be planted/staked and caged.  All 10 of my pear grafts failed.  The root-stock appears to be good and is growing its own leaves/shoots so I think I may have cut the scion wood off of my three varieties to late in the year (I should have cut in December and did cut in late Feb).  I’ll plant the root-stock and then re-graft next winter.  All four of my existing pear trees are bearing fruit.  Of the 4 older apple trees (2x Yellow Delicious, 1 Fuji, 1 Red Delicious) three are fruiting.  Of the twelve new apple trees I grafted and planted last year, 11 survived.  True to form however, half the labels I placed on the tree have faded away and the annotated diagram of what was planted where has pass into oblivion.  The good news is I know what was planted!  I just don’t know where it was planted.   If this is what 70 is like, 80 is going to be a real adventure.

Everything hinges on the weather and the weather looks pretty friggin frightening for the next couple of days.  They are predicting bad ju-ju for Saturday and Sunday.  The last couple of times they projected bad blows this far out they materialized with a vengeance.  I’ll be alright, I’ll just walk around all puckered up. 

Before I retired and moved out into God’s country the weather didn’t play a big part in my life.  Even when I was in the Infantry the weather just ‘was’.  It didn’t really matter what it was or was going to be, when you’re a grunt all you can do is shrug and keep on keeping on.  Keep your heads down and your eyes open folks cause that bad weather looks to be running south of the Macon-Dixon line and packing a real punch.

Catch of the Day

Here’s three of today’s best bad AI that I found on Facebook.  Can you spot the error(s)in the photos? Answers in the comments.  Hint: it’s never the tits.

Cosmic Background Radiation. An AI Take

So I’m reading an article on Cosmic Background Radiation and the author throws up a picture that looks pretty different that the green and blue splotch image I’m used to seeing, like this:

It looked pretty different so I checked out the caption directly below the photo. Photo and caption from a screen shot I took:

Turns out, like almost every other ‘photo’ taken of objects in our galaxy or in the friggin universe, it’s not real. While most are color added manipulations of data produced by the instruments, this, if the caption holds true, is a “purple and red shape on a black backround”.

Now I can live with that color modified data thingy, but what is being pushed our way now is the phantoms of somebodies mind or, perhaps more appropriately, some AI generated graphic that ‘it’ believes is plausible enough to pass human scrutiny. What hurts most is that the author (or automation) didn’t even care enough to generate a decent caption. My stab at creating relevant media and captions (below):

Or, you can just fall into line and believe your betters when told that the image below is an actual image of a young lady advertising for a mate on Farmers Only DotCom.

It’s all good though, it’s part of that brave new world thingy you hear everyone talking about.

The Wisdom In Job

I’ve been in one of ‘those’ moods for several weeks now; teetering between “someone needs to burn this whole thing down” and “fuckit, you broke it now it’s your problem”. 

I am, of course, engaged in careful reflection of the state of our nation given the two absolute idiots we have running for President. I don’t blame them, they’re just simpletons caught up in the times. I blame the character of the nation.

My conclusion (burn or abandon)?  It has to be the latter because the former won’t fix shit.  Besides, any Phoenix rising from these ashes would not be a kind and gentle beast.

The second course of action (actually inaction), the broke/fix it path, will eventually lead to the same outcome of the ‘burn it down’ alternative except someone else does the burning. 

Apparently, we are incapable of self-determination, and because we don’t live in a vacuum, there are a surprising number of ugly nations lined up with matches in hand.   They have been a patient lot so far.

America is a one and done phenomena.  The confluence of sentiment and opportunity that allowed men of great character to crank up a new nation will likely never again occur.  No force on earth could reconstitute that recipe and even if they could there are no avatars of the type ‘founder’ waiting to be invoked.  Men of means willing to pledge to each other their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor have been replaced with the most ignoble among us. 

So there we have it; the indispensable nation is both dispensable and disposable.  There are a shitload of nefarious folk leveraging the vast wealth of many nations against the last redoubt of liberty even though that ‘liberty’ hasn’t existed here in a hundred years.  We are now but an empty shell, the riches within have been repeatedly drained by a continuing train of power-hungry vermin.