Or, more correctly, I came back to …
Regular readers know I’ve had numerous issues with computer browsers. IE (in all her permutations, lastly 11), Chrome, Vivaldi, Ice Dragon, Blue Moon, ad infinitum ad nauseum…
I just cannot seem to get and use a browser without it eventually becoming buggy. (and yes, I have and use security and anti-malware software!)
Most recently, I was utilizing Blue Moon, but it seemed to be getting slower, and almost every time I wanted to leave a comment on someone’s blog, I got this lovely game:
Select all images with a store front.
Click verify once there are none left.
and had to page through store fronts, trees, grass, rivers etc. until the software was happy I was a human being!
SO, I went back to FF, updated to the latest version, and we are off to the races!
Until the next time…
And, don’t even get me started on Windows 10! I installed it (making security adjustments recommended by my good friend Borepatch, and others), and it has been working fairly well, for a Microsoft product.
Of late, daily, they attempt to download automatic updates. My machine goes through the motions, and restarts a number of times. Then, I get THIS message:
And everything works fine until the next day, when it begins all over again!
Attempts to contact Microsoft have been met with automatic responses making reference to Windows 8 (which I have never had nor used), so it appears I am doomed.
It’s Groundhog Day all over again!
Here I am, in year FOUR of renting a room, having lost my home due to income reduction, as a result of illness resulting in my going on disability.
I know, everyone has their difficulties. 🙂
I still have boxes of STUFF that need unpacking, because I have even less real estate than my 740 sq.ft. home.
And it occurred to me that as I obviously didn’t have the NEED for this stuff during the past four years, perhaps a good idea would be to SELL IT!
CREATE MORE SPACE AND MAKE A FEW DUCATS. What’s wrong with that?
What’s wrong (or more correctly, difficult) is which method of sale?
There are so many from which to choose – OfferUp, Etsy, EBay, Backpage, the blogosphere, ad infinitum ad nauseum!
Some local (requiring meeting in person or delivery), some national (requiring shipping, etc.) And some of the STUFF may have legal restrictions placed upon it by EBay, fire and police, etc. (reloading materials, ‘firearms-related’ stuff…)
NONE ARE FIREARMS! (Jus’ sayin’)
So, what do you guys recommend? Some local, some shipped, depending on the particulars?
I’ve been told I cannot use my WordPress blog to sell stuff as it’s against their policy? And EBay is weird about what they will allow that is firearms-related: holsters yes, primers no.
I’ve some left-handed holsters, reloading components and parts (brass polisher, primer tubes – Dillon etc. – no press), gun cases, pistol stocks, (maybe) some ammo. Once I inventory the specifics, I’ll send a comprehensive list to a couple local folks who previously expressed interest (because fair is fair), then post the remaining stuff wherever.
And put a link or links here, if permitted.
Thank you in advance.
So, I’ve been using VIVALDI as a browser for a while now. Since March 26th. Hasn’t been too buggy. It does seem to be running slower, however.
Some time back, during another browser kerfuffle, a reader/commenter recommended PALE MOON, a browser similar to Firefox, but different!
So, I thought, WHAT THE HELL! I’ve been using it about a month, now…
Initially, it seems more quick, and less buggy than Vivaldi, Firefox, IE11, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
Importing stuff like bookmarks is straightforward, and it had some pretty cool color/design variations, as well.
Here we go!
Click on the moon to the Pale Moon page!
(So far, so good! A couple of functions inside WordPress do not function correctly, but nothing needed to publish daily blog posts. Otherwise, fairly straightforward and non-buggy.)
Of course, now that I’ve said this…(knocks-on-wood)
FTC – Pale Moon and all the other browsers give me nothing!
The Brilliant-and-Lovely TAMARA spake thus:
Just because H. habilis was several branches back on the family bush doesn’t mean we’re supposed to stop being handy.
I get not carrying a pistol. It’s not for everybody and, if done with any level of seriousness, demands certain commitments and obligations that not everyone wants to undertake, and that’s cool. It’s still (mostly) a free country.
But how do you go through life without a flashlight and some kind of knife? Our most primitive ancestors carried sharp rocks around with them. Hell, carrying a sharpened rock around in case of future need is basically how we tell where the apes stop and the people start in our fossil family album. If they could have carried a light around without it burning their fingers or going out all the time, you bet they would have.
They make flashlights and knives small enough to accommodate any code, dress or legal, up with which you have to put.
I (and many of my brethren and sistern) have carried knives in perpetuity! And many times flashlights. (Especially now, with the advent of modern technology involving LCD bulbs and lithium batteries! – small!)
Unfortunately (or fortunately) my knife is mostly utilized to open envelopes (my maternal grandfather would cringe at persons using thumbs and fingers to open envelopes – he had a Christy!)
, and packages (my roommate is going for the Amazon customer of the year award – of course, she has her own cutlery!) My Kershaw Ken Onion Blur
rests clipped in my right, front pocket.
And Flashlights? I’ve a two-inch long one affixed to my keychain, and a larger one (with lithium batteries) in my car console, and another in my nightstand. AND, a Maglite nightstand adjacent!
Sight is of some value.
As is a cutting, stabbing, slashing device.
Because I’ve not guffawed in a while, and need to…
A couple of weeks ago, I made one of my semi-annual doctor visits. Having many maladies including diabetes and neuropathy make this a requirement. To see ‘where I am’ with regard to my overall health and make certain my medications are up to date.
My numbers were ‘okay’ (same weight as 6 mo. ago (maintaining my lowest weight in years!), low bp from meds, good A1c, good fasting blood sugar, low PSA), but my doc did ‘recommend’ taking fish oil supplements, as my bad cholesterol number was up.
I had taken some before, but stopped because they made me belch what tasted like aquarium water!
But, I found a non-belching version on Amazon, and am now taking it! Thus far, success!
So, I was feeling pretty good about myself.
And, I was doing my bit, looking at stuff online (always dangerous).
And found THIS:
And according to this, I remain OBESE! (Just barely)
As recently posted by the lovely and talented Tamara…
So, with the brewing industry having finally (mostly) bounced back from Prohibition, and small craft breweries having sprung up all over, you just knew there was some way the feds could screw up a good thing, didn’t you?
” Small breweries will have to spend hundreds of dollars per beer to analyze the nutritional value of each type sold.
“A good analysis [will cost] probably somewhere between the $500-$1,000 range of what I’ve seen. Then multiply it across the styles that you have,” said Lawinski.
And at a thousand dollars a pop, that could keep unique and seasonal brews from making it to your favorite watering hole.“
I’m thinking the BATFE is seeing the handwriting on the wall, and we’ll see a sharp upturn in revenooers chasing moonshiners as well! After all, Eliot Ness & Co. wants to keep their jobs!
It continues to be all about control…
There was yet another s***** shooting Thursday morning at Northern Arizona University, in Flagstaff. One student was killed. Three injured. For once, a suspect was arrested. Turns out, it was the result of dispute between frat boys, not some random wacko as we are
getting used being directed to hearing about.
And this is my point. WHY is this being reported as another s***** shooting? Would it have had the same reportage off campus? Or if they were simply young men who were NOT in school? And WHY are ‘we’ (the media) focused on s*****s, in particular? And shootings altogether?
There are certainly more potential victims in shopping malls. In hospitals. OH, the age factor – innocent (college) youth. How about day-care centers?
And other physical assaults. Knives. There have been numerous knife assaults on people in China. And knife crime is rampant in the U.K. Bombs?
These are in no way suggestions.
Is it the mass murder possibility that draws our attention? Gun free zones (like Fort Hood – NOT a school)?
In many jurisdictions, possessing a firearm on a school campus is verboten. Except by the ‘authorities’, of course. We have seen how well that system has worked.
Using the moniker s***** is much the same as the term g** violence. It draws attention to a specific venue and tool, to exclusion of all others! Skewing the statistics.
And, recent FBI statistics show that a large increase in legal firearms ownership has decreased crime. (I put ‘legal’ in there to exclude Chicago, wherein there were many more shootings and fatalities over the past XX weekends. Involving gangs and stolen firearms.
Pick a weekend.
And most of those involved B**** on B**** violence, as long are we’re being exclusive.
But, ‘we’, ‘the media’ are reluctant to mention that…
I guess it’s considered racist.
(Sadly, not the exceptional book by Paul Brickhill, nor the film based on it by John Sturgis)
I rent-a-room from my ex-gf J. We dated a few years ago for about four years, and have remained friends. Hell, she offered me a room in which to land when I lost my home!
The point being, we have been acquainted for going on eleven years(!) And I with her menagerie – a smattering of chihuahuas and cats. Some of whom have passed on (Mike was a terrific boy kitty!). Others remain, and continue to age.
Fooling us into complacency.
The drill used to be to make certain the gate from the back yard into the parking lot was secure, because DYLAN could escape. And has.
When I first met Dylan (which I privately spell Dillon – gun folk will get it), she was three, and very animated and active.
And she did get loose a couple of times, running willy-nilly, constantly checking for pursuers over her shoulder and laughing. She was a rescue dog, and had probably lived on the street for some time. Of course, the main fear was she’d run into the street and get killed.
Now, she’s going on 15-years-old, and has an arthritic back leg. Spends most of her time sleeping, sometimes with one eye pealed for the cats or the puppy. She moves kinda slow.
We were alerted by the (evil) HOA to keep our back gate unlocked (an impossibility, due to the spring-loaded lock) lest they need access to make ‘authorized’ repairs and improvements. For a specific three day period. And we were used to the gate being closed and secure.
So we had to leave it ajar for the three days.
I wasn’t worried. Dylan could barely walk, and D.J. (the happy boy idiot dog) wouldn’t leave, regardless. And Lola (the puppy) generally used paper inside by the back door. (She was a showgirl, ya know!)
Part of the morning routine was to check the backyard for maintenance folk, close the gate, THEN let the critters out. But the habit, based on years of programming, was just let them out.
You can see where this is going, can’t you?
I let them out, then looked up to see the gate still ajar about a foot. I wasn’t worried.
Then, Dylan looked at me and bolted out the gate like a shot! I quickly ran (well, relatively quickly) and called to her. There she was, as if she were again three, running away, looking over her shoulder at me.
I let D.J. back inside, secured Lola in her kennel and yelled to J that Dylan was loose. She ran out back with her car keys. I searched the opposite direction on foot.
J. is asthmatic. Going to her car is her best bet. I’m crippled. Hobbling slowly after a very fast
puppy old lady dog is the best I could do.
Dylan did her best to stay about 60 feet ahead of me, even taking time for a ‘rest stop’ – just to mock my pursuit! J. drove around the parking lot slowly, searching. After about 15 minutes, I chased her to Judy, who scooped her up into her car and went home!
She ended up running a few hundred yards. Which I ended up walking. Slowly and painfully.
The important things are Dylan is back home safe, Judy is breathing okay, and I have additional pain medication.
Here is Dylan, after her little ‘adventure’.
JDZ (Never Yet Melted) waxed on (and off) regarding (H)oward (P)hillips Lovecraft, dark science fiction/fantasy author, bigot extraordinaire and photophobe. Below:
H.P. Lovecraft: Too Popular to be Ignored, Too Un-PC to be Acceptible
H.P. Lovecraft by Lee Moyer.
Philip Eil, in the Atlantic, contemplates with unease the posthumous rise to fame and pop culture ascendancy of the visionary horror pulp writer H.P. Lovecraft.
Lovecraft, you see, was not just a pulp writer. He was a passionate, nearly hydrophobic racist and anti-Semite, whose letters are absolutely filled with expressions of distaste for the presence, appearance, physiognomy, and even the odor, of Jews, Negroes, Asians, and persons of Southern European origin. The sight (and the smell), when encountered on city streets, of the result of 1900-era mass immigration could make the Mayflower-descended Lovecraft literally physically ill.
Hence, the dilemma troubling Mr. Eil: today’s American establishment culture faithfully worships at the altar of fame and success, but it simultaneously wants to cast out and obliterate anyone or anything incompatible with its own fanatically egalitarian ideology. Some pretty serious chin-stroking is in order here.
[N]o tale of posthumous success is quite as spectacular as that of Howard Phillips Lovecraft, the “cosmic horror” writer who died in Providence, Rhode Island, in 1937 at the age of 46. The circumstances of Lovecraft’s final years were as bleak as anyone’s. He ate expired canned food and wrote to a friend, “I was never closer to the bread-line.” He never saw his stories collectively published in book form, and, before succumbing to intestinal cancer, he wrote, “I have no illusions concerning the precarious status of my tales, and do not expect to become a serious competitor of my favorite weird authors.” Among the last words the author uttered were, “Sometimes the pain is unbearable.” His obituary in the Providence Evening Bulletin was “full of errors large and small,” according to his biographer.
Nowadays, it’s hard to imagine Lovecraft faced such poverty and obscurity, when regions of Pluto are named for Lovecraftian monsters, the World Fantasy Award trophy bears his likeness, his work appears in the Library of America, the New York Review of Books calls him “The King of Weird,” and his face is printed on everything from beer cans to baby booksto thong underwear. The author hasn’t just escaped anonymity; he’s reached the highest levels of critical and cultural success. His is perhaps the craziest literary afterlife this country has ever seen. …
My feelings on Lovecraft—as a bibliophile, a lover of Providence history, a Jew, a fan of his writing, a teacher who assigns his stories—are complicated. At their best, his tales achieve a visceral eeriness, or fling the reader’s imagination to the furthest depths of outer space. Once you develop a taste for his maximalist style, these stories become addictive. But my admiration is always coupled with the knowledge that Lovecraft would have found my Jewish heritage repugnant, and that he saw our shared hometown as a haven from the waves of immigrants he saw as infecting other cities. (“America has lost New York to the mongrels, but the sun shines just as brightly over Providence,” he wrote to a friend in 1926.)
I haven’t made peace with this tension, and I’m not sure I ever will. But I have decided that perhaps he’s the literary icon our country deserves. The stories he conjured, in many ways, say as much about his bigotry as they do his genius. Or, as Moore writes, “Coded in an alphabet of monsters, Lovecraft’s writings offer a potential key to understanding our current dilemma.”
Eventually also, we shall dissect Charles Beaumont, assuming I can get my soul essence back above ground, from whence Mr. Lovecraft’s character’s liked to dwell.
All hail Cthulu!
Personally, I like dark. I like intense. I like Poe. The works of Charles Fort. I don’t read as much as I should. And currently, I’ve been sticking to history and politics.
Now I will leave you, with homage to H.P. here in this Phoenician Sun, I remember the cool air…