My state is getting run by evil people

I was in a discussion about “evil genius” in another forum, and their criteria for “evil Genius” describes the leaders of my state to a “T”. I mean just look at the Texas/Mexico border. They are solving the “problem” of drug and human smuggling by creating a huge logistics snarl, without any demonstrated success. If there were people and drugs being brought through the ports-of-entry in the volumes they are saying the people and drugs are being brought through, then there should be at least one shipment of drugs/sex slaves they caught by now, and there would have been lots of propaganda about it. But no drugs or sex slaves as of yet.

But they do have literal tons of spoiled produce, and auto parts delayed, and other critical components of consumer goods that can’t be built because parts aren’t here, but are stuck in a truck that is stuck in a line at the border.

The other things are problems that only exist in their minds, like women having safe abortions, LGBTQ people existing, and not selling all the oil that exists. Selling energy in forms that don’t harm the environment are literally a threat to their existence in their minds. The rest I still haven’t figured out except as need to control everyone! And I literally don’t understand this except as an extension of “I’m not happy, so nobody can be happy,” philosophy. And the worst of it is, even if you could handwave those people away, there are legions of people exactly like them to replace them. Public executions involving long, drawn-out, and excruciatingly painful deaths would not slow these bastards up, they would step right up to replace them before the bodies reached equilibrium with ambient temperature.

Personally I’m a “I won’t bother you if you don’t bother me” kind of guy. If what you do endangers me, then I want to stop that behavior. Otherwise “Do as you will shall be the whole of the law.” Or as another person put it “The “right” to swing your fist ends where my nose begins.” Or to use the entire quote “An as ye harm none, do as ye will shall be the whole of the law.” And my rule is “Don’t hurt people. And don’t hurt people for fun or I’ll hurt you.” And it’s starting to look like people in state Government are hurting people for fun.

I feel guilty about not posting

But I just don’t have anything new to say. Nothing has really changed, I’m still crippled, Mrs. the Poet is still pushing her walker around, trees are still having sex and I’m still in the splash radius of it causing my allergies to flare up, and all the other things that are normally not right.

The one thing new is that the elder daughter is visiting from Scotland now that Trump is out and the pandemic restrictions on travel have been lifted. She works for the NHS in Scotland so she’s totally up to date on all the boosters because it’s required by her employer. And of course free because she lives in a civilized country. She hasn’t been back since 2016 because of Trump &co. screwing up the country. But Biden is marginally acceptable so she came back to see us and Alex specifically. She’s very fond of her little (or not so little as he is now) nephew. She brought cookies (or as they are called there “biscuits”) and candies from Scotland to share with us. They are vegan, of course.

But other than that I don’t have anything new to relate. It’s just the same thing over and over and over. Just a little worse than it used to be.

The story of shedding the winter fur is complete for this year

And it was EPIC! this year.

You probably read the story of getting the clippers (or you’re going to click back a page, I’ll wait) well getting the haircut was an even bigger slog over two days. I don’t like to dunk on DART, but Thursday was very dunkable. The barbershop I go to for the flattop is two buses from Casa de El Poeta and closes at 1800 weekdays and Saturday. Well it’s about a half hour ± from the house to the shop by bus, and I was tired of dropping $10-15 for a ride that only costs me $1.50 on DART. Well after what I went through on Thursday I decided to cough up the $$ on Friday.

First up, I was going to catch the 1636 bus on Thursday at the corner so I left early to not be late because there was a gusty wind blowing that was hard to stand up in, a few minutes after 1600. I know I got to the stop at 1625, because I activated my pass a couple of minutes after I got there and the timestamp on the pass was 1627 9 minutes before the bus was supposed to get there. Google Maps has the trip from the transfer station to the barbershop at 3 minutes, passing 5 stops. If I had caught the 1636 I would have been there by 1700. But there wasn’t a 1636 to catch, the next scheduled run was 1706, which was canceled, and the bus that was scheduled to be there at 1636 showed up at 1703. I got to the transfer station at 1712, with my transfer supposed to leave at 1715 and let me off at 1718 almost directly in front of the shop.

Notice I wrote “supposed” to leave. And the next schedule was supposed to leave at 1745 and still get me to the shop before closing at 1800. Well I gave that one up as hopeless at 1755 and set my sights on home. The next bus home was supposed to leave at 1759, and the next schedule was supposed to leave at 1830, again “supposed”. The next bus home showed up a couple minutes before 1900 and I got to the house wore out by trying to keep my feet against the wind just before 1930.

Friday I summoned a Lyft (which I’m still insisting sounds like a cantrip spell in D&D) and coughed up the $13 to get to the barbershop a little after 1700, waited my turn and got an excellent haircut, and then the stylist offered me a ride home, and I was home by 1820.

Anyway this was what I looked like Wednesday at the start of the process.

Fuzzy Wuzzy to begin with

After buzzing off the chin fur

The more heroic look after buzzing off the chin fur.
The more heroic view after buzzing off the chin fur

After shaving the stubble away

Brushed my hair for the heroic view

The final product with the stubble of waiting a day longer to get it cut

The first pictures with the green shirt were taken on Wednesday, the one with the blue shirt was Friday evening. Notice in the last picture the long eyebrow hairs coming from the bridge of my nose are gone. And that was the saga of taking 3 days to get a shave and a haircut.

In the process of shedding my Winter Fur

And unlike other mammals that grow a winter coat, mine requires clippers and a razor to remove. It’s still a work in progress, but I did take pictures of the major stages along the way. I’ll post them in the next post. So far I’m at the “needs a haircut” stage but I’m clean-shaven. And like any partially complete renovation, I look goofy.

The trek to buy the clippers was a slog, because after I bought the clippers I decided to get a massage because the massage place was in walking distance of the Harbor Freight where I bought the clippers. Checking Google Maps, it’s about 0.6 miles or almost exactly 1 km. And as it was 95°F Tuesday, April 5th, I was hot and tired after making that walk as I haven’t had time to acclimate to heat, but I had a good rest and cool down at the massage place’s hot room. I know that seems like a paradox, to cool off in a hot room, but that’s in reference to the normal temperature of the establishment at about 72°F and this room is roughly 78-80°F. And 15°F is plenty of differential for cooling off from getting hot outside, without getting chilled by cooling off too rapidly.

The massage was a good one with a lot of work on my injuries from Before Times, and man do I have a lot of old injuries. Both knees, both hips, ankles and left foot and calf muscle from where the truck hit me. I still have the bump on the back of the tibia where the bumper of that truck hit me. My calf is a mesh of old surgical scars and missing bits from other wrecks, which is odd because the parts on a bike that take bites out of calf skin are on the opposite side of the bike from the calf with all the scars while the calf that lived in close proximity to the things that chew up legs for decades are pristine (except for the shaving scars).

And I have run out of things to write about because I still haven’t checked my lottery tickets from Wednesday night (it’s Thursday morning as I write this). So Imma put this to bed now.

No game again, and other things

First of all I want to apologize to the people who didn’t think my 4/1 post was funny, I thought surviving another wreck with two more dead vehicles was hysterical. Some of you, not so much.

Congrats to JGR and Denny Hamlin for winning the Cup race in Richmond yesterday, and breaking the string of under-30 winners on the Cup level with an over-40 driver. The race was a barn-burner with lots of dueling for position. I thoroughly enjoyed the race. Harvick almost caught him at the end but couldn’t quite get there. The battles between drivers on different tire strategies were epic.

I was able to watch the race because we didn’t have game with the RPG group because allergies put our GM down for the count, right after he got back up from his brain med problems, the only allergy med that doesn’t have dangerous interactions with his brain meds is diphenhydramine, or the same med I use as a sleep aid. This leaves him basically stoned but not high when he takes it, not good for guiding a bunch of murder hoboes through a post-apocalyptic wasteland. So, no game yesterday.

The weather change has been disrupting my sleep because I was sleeping too warm and basically waking up covered in sweat every morning, not a good thing because I was sleeping maybe 3 or 4 hours a day before it got too warm, and I couldn’t get back to sleep. As previously stated in other posts I sleep best when I’m cool to cold under warm covers, or slightly cool under light covers. I’m still not acclimated to being warm yet, so my sleep is not stable yet.

Totally off on another tangent, I decided to get some clippers tomorrow from Harbor Freight because my old clippers corroded solid because I didn’t use a quality oil to keep them lubricated. Let that be a lesson, always lube your clippers after use, because skin residues are corrosive. So I’m going to try to get to bed early tonight so I’m awake to get the clippers tomorrow.

There was a terrible wreck

While Opus was crossing the street today in the fog. Only the first two vehicles actually hit him the other 17 ran into the vehicle in front of them. Opus was crossing a 4 lane street with a median and two vehicles ran the red light as Opus was crossing with the light just like the first time he was hit.

Opus is very angry as his cane that his mother gave him in December of 2001 was ruined, and one of his two pair of long pants had the seat ripped out after getting snagged on a bumper. Since his cane was busted he was unable to walk away from this wreck. This wreck takes his lifetime record to 4-0-1, as the other 17 never even touched him.

The good news is speeds were low enough that there were no injuries outside of Opus getting a few scrapes, and he’s getting held overnight because doctors are worried there might be other injuries they can’t find because who the hell walks away from a 19 car pileup?! Also because his cane was broken he couldn’t actually walk very good and he looks like he’s drunk when he walks without one so they took him to get tested for drugs and alcohol and other injuries.

And check the date.

Good news! I didn’t make enough money to pay taxes

More good news, the IRA withheld $1850 because the law required them to, so I’m getting $1850 back from the IRS. What that means is I’m going to get my teeth fixed finally. No more saving up, and having something come up that needs to be done more than fixing my teeth. As of now, there is nothing more important, that we need more, than fixing my teeth. I literally have two opposing molars that kinda mesh up and let me kinda-sorta chew my food and not have to depend on my super-stomach to digest my food, because every so often I eat something that needs chewing to digest. And when that happens I’m either nauseous, like severely for days, or I get the runs also severely for days, or the opposite constipated so bad I can’t go, again for days. I’m looking at putting an end to all of that with new teeth.

Watched a good race from down the pike in Austin today. To put it succinctly, it was a barn-burner. Best racing I’ve seen in months. And I have no way to describe it adequately in words. It was just that exciting.

I have a Down day, and I need to write sumthin’

I don’t even know what I want to write about again, but I haf’ta write sumthin’ even if it’s just more stream of consciousness stuff. Right now I’m grooving to a meditation mix from YTM. It has like 10 minute and longer ambient pieces, that let me get a groove on and actually write something coherent.

Anyway, yesterday I picked up some stuff from the store that I’m gonna need because #1 son is moving into his house on Saturday and he’s going to be busy directing movers and shit. And tomorrow I’m going to be doing the taxes. So today I write, even though I lack a subject beyond “I have to write today”.

I told someone once about 40 years ago when I had to use a manual typewriter and paper to write because nobody could read my writing, that writing for me had the same feeling as a big BM. After I finished either one I had a feeling of relief, a feeling of emptying out that would get filled up again but was at the moment pleasantly empty. I had the same feeling back when I could still write poetry.

Current writing Jam: Pink Floyd, Shine On You Crazy Diamond Pts 1-5. Thirteen and a half minutes of psychedelic instrumental music. I think I might have mentioned I was a Pink fan because so much of their early stuff was instrumental. It’s not that I don’t like vocals, it’s just that when I’m grooving to the sounds, human voices jar on me and harsh my vibe. That’s why I liked Autobahn, and Tubular Bells, both of which took up an entire album side with (mostly) instrumental music and in the case of Autobahn even then the vocals were more of an “instrumental drone” than actual voices, being in another language. And I just put Tubular Bells on for 26 minutes of instrumental jams uninterrupted by vocals.

I had to just use the restroom and put a drop of lotion on my hands because I have to wash them so often the skin gets dry and chapped and resembles the belly hide of an alligator if I don’t. Anyway I was thinking about lotion and got to wondering about lotion for nursing mothers and what they did when their nipples got dry and sore, which I know happens. Do they have a special lotion for nursing mothers to use on their nipples, that babies couldn’t taste or that wouldn’t make the babies sick like some hand lotions do if they’re accidentally ingested (old formula Jergen’s lotion was made with almond oils and smelled good enough to eat but would make you sick if you ate it, new formula smells the same but I don’t know if it is still slightly toxic). Anyway that’s where my mind wandered after washing my hands.

And I’m still thinking about mating an LS engine with an aluminum block with a T5 transmission for low total weight for the Sprint-T, because when my mind wanders it prefers to wander down the same path after a while. So, for a stock T5, the biggest LS I could use would be the L33 5.3 motor which is right at the maximum torque limit for the trans. If I wanted to use anything bigger or tune the L33 even slightly I have to upgrade the gears in the transmission. I even did the numbers for installing a T-10 4-speed with a non-quick change rear axle because it’s light and strong enough for a tuned 5.3 LS or even a 6.2 LS before tuning, but the rear gear that would let me drive the car on the highway would cause the car to do 73 MPH in first gear at redline with the race tires without installing an OD, which negates the purpose of using the T-10. That purpose being that a T-10 is 5 pounds lighter than the T5. Seriously, that would be the only reason to go with the 4 speed over the 5 speed. And the only gearset that can handle a 5.3 LS is the one with the 2.45 first gear, the rest would break the input shaft (weak spot). With the T5 3rd gear is the weak spot, so minor tuning upgrades wouldn’t break the gearbox unless I took the Sprint-T on a road course instead of autocrossing it. Again, I have been doing some serious thinking about this for a guy with no engine to bolt either transmission to. And either one would need to get faceplated for the Sprint-T because there’s still no room for a clutch pedal so the clutch would have to be a hand clutch and shifting would have to be done with just lifting off the gas a fraction to let the shift rings unlock to jam it into another gear.

Now if I wasn’t going to drive between events, and just stick it on a trailer or use a toterhome, then what rear gear I had would be a non-issue. But that would require the toterhome or another vehicle to pull the trailer, when the budget doesn’t even allow for completing the vehicle as it is, and I totally didn’t with either the Lotto or the Powerball yesterday. Now either one would seriously benefit the Casa De El Poeta budget and allow significant upgrades and taking care of deferred maintenance to both the house and the writer, but the Powerball would pay out about $2000000 a year after taxes and would also allow building the Sprint-T to desired spec and buying that toterhome. Seriously I could fix everything that needs or will need fixing including me and Mrs. the Poet in the first year, and build the Sprint-T and buy the toterhome to drag it around the country without running out of money from the first two payments (toterhomes are kinda spendy). Without the toterhome then everything could get done the first year.

OK I’ve written, and I’ve done math, and I’ve grooved to some instrumental music with some long-playing tunes, and I doublechecked my spelling including checking for homonyms and the wrong words spelled right, and everything looks good.

Not emulating Dorothy Gale today nor Almira Gulch

I had to look up Miss Gulch’s first name while the tornado sirens were going off outside. As I’m typing they’re 20-30 miles out west and heading our way at 40-50 MPH, but they’re also dissipating almost as quick as they form. So at this point I don’t know if we are going to have to hide in the master bath until the house blows away or just wait for the front/dry line to pass. The local weather radar shows the tornadoes spinning up for a minute or so and maybe touching down and then they’re gone and no rotation. We already went into the bathroom twice so far only to hear the storms were still out west of Casa De El Poeta and they were rain-wrapped. So when it starts raining I’m moving Mrs. the Poet to the master bath again even if I have to throw her over my shoulder. And my old phone just started blowing up with weather alerts. That’s the phone that has the Weather Channel app that I don’t have on the new phone. Still waiting on the rain that was wrapping the rotations on the radar, but no precip so far.

The weather people are also warning of possible hail damage that frequently comes with tornado activity, as there is a lot of vertical development that comes with the weather systems that generate tornadoes, and vertical development is what makes hail. And Mrs. the Poet is complaining about the tornadoes interrupting her dinner prep, like tornadoes have volition and they’re specifically messing with her. But we still are waiting for that rain from what has turned out to be a significant cold front 71° Dallas and 59° in Ft Worth behind the front.

And they have canceled the watches and warnings before the front got to Casa De El Poeta, so we’re probably safe. Unless we get hailed on again. There’s a bit of a breeze but nothing close to the severe weather from before sundown. The rain that was on the radar seems to have taken a hike someplace else. It was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago but so far it’s a no-show.

Happy Spring and Ostara to those who celebrate it

Today was the Spring Equinox, the day when the sun’s arc crosses the Equator and the day and night are equal. Lots of “qs” in that sentence. Today is also the Quarter Sabbat called Ostara or Oestara, and my spellcheck doesn’t like the Oe version. It was also Game Day and today was RP what our characters are doing in what in Game terms is Downtime, or as I prefer to look at it, Regular Life.

The group finally got around to fencing the guns we captured in out battle with the Featherds gang when they declared war on me a while back. I kept the stuff I wanted, upgrading my grenade launcher from one that only carried 12 in the clip to one with one more point of accuracy and a 32 round capacity, which was the one that killed the heart of the Omega Mart on the last run. During this downtime I upgraded their car that I kept as a war prize for an extra point of on-road handling. My character also upgraded the vehicle we use to transport the group, Izzy’s Rover Van to include armored leather seats that feel like heaven with heat and cooling on each seat, because after shooting it out in the middle of a Post-Apocalyptic TX summer you really need a cool place to park your butt. And while winters in 2076 aren’t bad there are enough cold days that warmth from behind is also a good thing.

But otherwise today was boring as heck because it was mostly RP and rolling extended tests for our Faces to fence stuff and turn captured weapons and vehicles into spendable money. I have only 1 point of Charisma, so I don’t take part in negotiations like this, I “negotiate” with (usually) a semi-auto grenade launcher or “up close and personal” with my katana. I prefer to keep “negotiations” at a distance, so while I continue to train regularly with the katana most of the time I’m lobbing grenades from a distance with pin-point accuracy.

I missed two races today doing this, there was an Indycar race down the pike outside Ft. Worth, and a Cup race in Atlanta. I have no idea who won either race and while that bothers me a little, I would rather interact with my friends playing a silly game while they did most of the work today. Eventually I’ll find out who won both races but right now I don’t care.