If it goes that far, it’s probably all over the US.

Correct. US southern English.

I call it getting the heebs. Seeing a weird turn of phrase will set it off for me. This is my first time experiencing it from a leftist slant.

Used to watch the Russians clock in and go to work on TheDonald back in the day. They were really obvious.

The AstroTurf here is pretty nice, smells so much like grass you about can’t smell the bullshit. Better than Reddit, or Digg, or Slashdot, for now.

Maybe it’s time to take a trip down the Mother Road and try Usenet for actual discussion.

So, say I have a POE outdoor router that is TP-link. It is wired to my main router and is the network for outdoor cameras. How bad an idea is this?

Been using 10th gen kindle, 5.17.1 firmware, as my daily driver. It’s not jailbroken, use calibre server to download my alternately sourced ebooks, convert to .mobi as needed.

I looked at Winterbreak. Decided not to fool with it as I can still sail with stock.

Any advantage to a jailbreak other than future proofing against side loading being disabled?

Rock and roll. Thanks for maintaining this place!

Appears to be a partial outage:

I was sitting around stoned out of my gourd with a coworker (pizza delivery). We were listening to music with the stereo way up and he played this album. He was watching me when it started, kept a straight face through it, died laughing when it got to rabbits wearing glasses. Damn, that’s a good memory.

I like this idea. We’re raising chickens and probably rabbits this spring. If you’re going to eat meat, you should face the reality of the life you are consuming.

My girl makes that decision and wants to keep the holder as well.

I actually have a wood lathe and all the other tooling to make one, not that I would.

I’ve been fixing the place up since August. It’s a farm that hasn’t been properly maintained in about 20 years.

I’m doing my best to build to the standard of the original owner and his son with modern materials and methods. It’s a humbling experience. Nothing is quite square but everything is built like it’s bomb proof. You couldn’t afford to build out of solid wood like they did. The joints and meets are also super tight, you can’t get a sheet of paper between roof boards on the barn in most places.

That sounds like a lot of fiddly work. Just sit a new roll on the back of the tank and use it until it fits.

Correct, width is the same. It can’t handle the diameter of modern jumbo rolls.

Oh yeah. In brief; Chani, and other Fremen women, dance on the sand. The longer the time between repetition, the greater their mastery. The dance is a religious rite that changes over the thousands of years in the series.

We’ve got a 100 year old toilet roll holder, the spindle was turned on a lathe and the wooden cutout it sits in was hand carved. It is a poor fit for modern high sheet count rolls. We can’t stand to get rid of it so we just leave the roll outside of it until it is small enough to fit.

Hunter Thompson’s routine according to E. Jean Carroll:

3:00 p.m. rise

3:05 Chivas Regal with the morning papers, Dunhills

3:45 cocaine

3:50 another glass of Chivas, Dunhill

4:05 first cup of coffee, Dunhill

4:15 cocaine

4:16 orange juice, Dunhill

4:30 cocaine

4:54 cocaine

5:05 cocaine

5:11 coffee, Dunhills

5:30 more ice in the Chivas

5:45 cocaine, etc., etc.

6:00 grass to take the edge off the day

7:05 Woody Creek Tavern for lunch-Heineken, two margaritas, coleslaw, a taco salad, a double order of fried onion rings, carrot cake, ice cream, a bean fritter, Dunhills, another Heineken, cocaine, and for the ride home, a snow cone (a glass of shredded ice over which is poured three or four jig­gers of Chivas)

9:00 starts snorting cocaine seriously

10:00 drops acid

11:00 Chartreuse, cocaine, grass

11:30 cocaine, etc, etc.

12:00 midnight, Hunter S. Thompson is ready to write

12:05-6:00 a.m. Chartreuse, cocaine, grass, Chivas, coffee, Heineken, clove cigarettes, grapefruit, Dunhills, orange juice, gin, continuous pornographic movies.

6:00 the hot tub-champagne, Dove Bars, fettuccine Alfredo

8:00 Halcyon

8:20 sleep

Yeah, life goes on. What can I do about it without jeopardizing the safety of my people? Nothing, at this point.

We moved to a better state, I’m loving the first real winter of my life.

Getting chickens and probably rabbits in the spring. Time to prune apples, grapes, and blueberries as soon as I get a thaw. About to lift the main beam of my garage so I can repair it in preparation for redoing the roof. We agreed this evening that family movie night is Sundays and family game night is Thursdays. Our son knows to mostly keep his mouth shut at school and he makes straight As. My girl and I have some parties to attend coming up and I’ve got a cigar social on Saturday. Will pick up some work at a local shop this year to save up more money to build my own little machine shop.

Life goes on.

I passed through terrifying back when Q started pushing nazi crap and friends, family, and coworkers were parroting it and couldn’t be convinced otherwise. Propaganda is wild and people don’t know much history.

Roll the dice and hope it doesn’t play out that way again. We’re about as ready as we can be, not going to try and fight the power. We’re married white homeowners and very low key.

There was an elderly German couple that lived across the street from us for a little while when I was a kid. I’ll never forget her saying, “We knew, everyone knew. Don’t ever let anyone tell you they didn’t know. But what could we do about it?”

It’s totally possible. Like, historically the parallels are spooky.

I don’t have a good feel for the likelihood yet, too early. We may end up with camps, we may just have another four years of slide into shit before the next possible crisis.

That’s cute. How do you describe your political alignment?