Daily Archives: July 1, 2017

Mrs the Poet has only been gone one day and already my diet has gone to pot

Just got back from my first walk in over a week. Slight right glute pain because that’s my “long” leg and has to work more, and in my left foot which takes more of a pounding because it’s on the short leg. But otherwise I’m good after 2.6 miles there and back.

Tonight I had frozen Mexican Pizza for dinner. Yeah, I know, but I wasn’t in the mood for beans and rice. I took care of most of the leftovers last night, the little half-servings of stuff that was too little to make a meal out of but too much to throw away earlier in the week. And I think I might be dairy-intolerant in my old age. I have always had gas that varied from infrequent toot to crime against humanity in volume. Well just for grins and giggles I stayed away from cereal and milk, used non-dairy creamer in my coffee and skipped my nightly dab of yogurt and had a gas-free 24 hours. Next test is soy milk on my cereal, and maybe in my coffee, and no yogurt. The no yogurt thing is what is gonna kill me since I have some almost every night.

I have been thinking about how to show you guys what I have been thinking about, since my (free) CAD program doesn’t output files that can be read except by that CAD program and a few 3D printers and I don’t have a 3D printer (yet). What I do have is a bucket body in 1/25th scale, some tires in various widths and diameters, and some card stock, both the plastic and paper kind. So I’m thinking that I can dispatch two avians with a singular lithic projectile and get some actual building done while I make a visual aide for the blog. And actually see my thoughts in 3D outside of a computer screen or my head. Mostly my head, but I have managed to get it once or twice on the computer.

I’m listening to my YTM channel while I’m posting this, and it’s almost as ADHD as I am. The last 4 pieces were a Charleston demonstration, “Les Toreadors” from the Opera Carmen, “Immigrant Song” by Led Zeppelin, and Skynyrd’s “Simple Man”. There’s classic rock, classical, electro swing, ’60s surf rock, boogie woogie, psychedelic, ambient… and nearly every one was something I “liked” or similar to another I “liked”. I have probably caused the electronic equivalent of an aneurysm to the poor algorithm trying to decide what I like based on what I already liked and disliked. And now I really tossed a monkey wrench into the works by searching for the theme from the Alfred Hitchcock TV show under its real name “Funeral March of the Marionette”. And “liked” two of the pieces. My playlist “Opus’ fun junk” is almost as bad but I have at least listened to the whole thing end to end.

I have meandered on long enough, time to shut the brain down for bed.

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