tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89743764776286963442024-03-17T11:00:02.995-04:00Rambling MooseAn Open Letter To My Sister, or Whatever Pops Into My Head at the Time...Kevinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02302459923369677433noreply@blogger.comBlogger3533125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-66781313948130195842024-03-17T10:59:00.000-04:002024-03-17T10:59:31.723-04:00I thought I found a clover made of stone. It turns out it's a sham rock<p> Ok, after a long workout this morning where I had to stop to watch the sunrise over the airpark and the airplanes, I'm in the chair listening to classical music and thinking what diabolical story can I dig up for today. <br /><br />See if this fits the bill! <br /><br /><br />A little girl was in church with her mother when she started feeling ill. "Mommy," she said, "can we leave now?"<br /><br />"No" her mother replied.<br /><br />"Well, I think I'm gonna be sick, Momma!"<br /><br />"Then go out the front door and around to the back of the church and then behind a bush."<br /><br />After about 60 seconds the little girl returned to her seat.<br /><br />"Were you sick?" her mom asked.<br /><br />"Yes."<br /><br />"How could you have gone all the way to the back of the church and returned so quickly?"<br /><br />"I didn't have to go out of the church, Mommy. They have a box next to the front door that says, 'For the Sick'."<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-56423125869277263112024-03-16T08:21:00.000-04:002024-03-16T08:21:43.659-04:00I never ride my bike around the mental health hospital, There are dangerous cycle paths down there!<p> Between adding two teaspoons of cocoa and an ounce of peanut butter to my morning oatmeal and an ounce of Dulce De Leche (Caramel Sauce), this is getting a bit out of hand. Tasty, but a bit out of hand.<br /><br />But yes, tasty. And hey I'm not going to give you any bad ideas but my own diet has me at 600 calories per meal - and this just hits it. Maybe hold back on the caramel sauce next time couldn't taste it :)<br /><br /><br />Anyway<br /><br /><br /><br />A preacher was making his rounds to his parishioners on a bicycle, when he came upon a little boy trying to sell a lawn mower.<br /><br />"How much do you want for the mower?" asked the preacher.<br /><br />"I'm just trying to make enough money to buy a bicycle," said the little boy.<br /><br />After a moment of consideration, the preacher asked, "Will you take my bike in trade for it?"<br /><br />The boy said, "You got a deal."<br /><br />The preacher took the mower and tried to crank it. He pulled on the string a few times with no response from the mower.<br /><br />The preacher called the little boy over and said, "I can't get this mower to start."<br /><br />The little boy said, "That's 'cause you have to cuss at it to get it started."<br /><br />The preacher said, "I'm a minister, and I can't cuss. It's been so long since I've been saved that I don't know if I even remember how to cuss."<br /><br />The little boy looked at him happily and said, "Just keep pulling on that string. It'll come back to ya!"<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-59257956003683229822024-03-13T09:32:00.000-04:002024-03-13T09:32:43.405-04:00Migrating my Linux Install From One Machine to the next. Took me longer to open the case.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6NLWsb2rcFCL-3ZjwkElrziW8GcrWb7L1Xod-5yDOQR6kTICj3sLp0bMxkZJ6LS7yd1LVaO3iMOwsNqlbLqKF_OfUESUR-E-rul6hRcVRpPSQ86_PKB8AaROxBPA6E8Vmne9Y7__lL8hYSZ77nXvAXFdH6kuM4VIX99khrdp38sJqJyOvsOmzlop26o/s547/CPU-X%20T15.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="529" data-original-width="547" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH6NLWsb2rcFCL-3ZjwkElrziW8GcrWb7L1Xod-5yDOQR6kTICj3sLp0bMxkZJ6LS7yd1LVaO3iMOwsNqlbLqKF_OfUESUR-E-rul6hRcVRpPSQ86_PKB8AaROxBPA6E8Vmne9Y7__lL8hYSZ77nXvAXFdH6kuM4VIX99khrdp38sJqJyOvsOmzlop26o/s320/CPU-X%20T15.png" width="320" /></a></div>Before I retired, I always had very new computers.<br /><br />Then I moved down here to Florida. The power company who shall remain nameless with their crappy infrastructure took care of that.<br /><br />I had a rather nice desktop machine. Then I realized that it was killed by power spikes. The old laptop I had still worked.<br /><br />Hmm, I'm onto something here.<br /><br />Basically that power brick on the floor filtered the power spikes. Literally, it blew out a power brick and left me powerless until I could get to the computer store down in Miami.<br /><br />Then I realized that there is not enough room for a desk and a desktop and a giant CRT Style Monitor. Hey it was the "Naughties" so LCD Screens were still expensive.<br /><br />I migrated to my laptop permanently.<br /><br />It was harder to move data around then, the hardware did not lend itself to it, and Windows... Well the less said about that the better.<br /><br />Now, my newest computer is a little more than 3 years old (November 2020) and it's fast in comparison. I moved over to Linux permanently and never looked back a while ago. Some time around 2010, maybe earlier. When Windows 8.1 came out. I still have that install on a very old laptop and cringe every time I use it. Ugly block land, and now Windows 11 is coming back to the way it used to look in Windows 2000 ... with AI? Sheesh how do you people use Windows these days? It's a steaming pile of sluggish poop! Do you want SkyNet because AI is how you get Terminator.<br /><br />This particular "new" machine I have here is a Lenovo T15 with 16GB of memory and a rather fast 500GB hard drive. <br /><br />How I went to it was simple. I opened it up and connected the new machine and the hard drive clone of a backup from my X390 Yoga. Turned it on and it worked.<br /><br />Yep. That's it. Really, that old Yoga was feeling it's age because the USB-C socket that I used to power it was getting flaky but it is still a solid performer - Linux is a very forgiving environment. The prior two upgrades, going back about 10 years, are both usable speed wise, even today. You can't do that with Windows.<br /><br />Oh, I had the "new" computer reboot a couple times and looked over the bios on the new machine and everything was just like I left it.<br /><br />All done until this morning. I was presented with an "initramfs" prompt. It was an error that was fixed easily by two file system checks. Took about 5 minutes once I remembered what I needed to do.<br /><br />fsck -y /dev/mapper/luks*d<br />fsck -y /dev/mapper/luks*2<br /><br />That means: File System Check, answer everything yes, on the drives referenced in the Mapper directory.<br /><br />Yep. That's it. Took about 15 minutes to move the hardware. Newer machine, larger screen, faster processor, still an encrypted hard drive. Thanks for the upgrade! I am right back where I was, doing my thing and happily listening to Mexican Pop on my cheap little external speakers.<br /><p></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-49572763032455027832024-03-10T11:43:00.000-04:002024-03-10T11:43:00.872-04:00If that’s Orion’s belt….Where’s his pants?<p> Since my Wordpress backup of this www.ramblingmoose.com site liked the topic yesterday, I thought I'd repeat the silliness.<br /><br />So folks? Did you reset your clocks? How many will you miss until May or June or some other dear sweet lady's named month?<br /><br />Don't let's go on that metaphor, it's a bit odd.<br /><br />Just back from a workout, nice day for it. Here is hoping your weekend is just as awesome!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A timid little man was terrified of flying, and was on a long distance trip.<br /><br />He was on his first ever flight, and he had the window seat. Besides him sat a giant man, heavily tattooed, and not smelling the cleanest.<br /><br />After the plane took off, the timid little fellow soon found himself feeling sick. But he didn't know how to get past the large fellow that sat between him and the way to the bathroom, especially because his neighbour was now fast asleep.<br /><br />Suddenly it was too late, he couldn't help himself, and he got sick all over the other man. He frantically tried to wipe up the mess, hoping the giant wouldn't wake up.<br /><br />Despite his best efforts, he noticed the man stirring, and his eyes opened. Thinking quickly, the timid little man smiled and said, "Are you feeling better now?"<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Oh ew, but he did cover his mistake fairly well if a bit evil.<br /><br />How about a second one? Since we're heading to a burger joint similarly named, and I was just at a golf course biking circles around the place...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Two guys are out playing golf<br /><br />Jim and Dave are playing golf one day when they come to the 8th hole there are two women teeing off.<br /><br />Jim turns to Dave and says "go ask if we can play through"<br /><br />Dave takes off towards the two women but only makes it about ten paces before he turns around and comes back<br /><br />"What's the matter?" Asks Jim<br /><br />"Well you see one of those women is my wife and the other is my mistress" replies Dave<br /><br />"I see" says Jim as he heads off to ask the women if they can play through, like Dave he takes about ten steps then returns to Dave and says "small world"<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-29727022569908213552024-03-09T09:21:00.000-05:002024-03-09T09:21:26.111-05:00The Orion's Belt is just a big waist of space..Terrible joke. Only three stars.<p> Well, I did complain that I whacked my jokes back up file, and my original or current jokes file.<br /><br />I found it on an old laptop. So if I give you a duplicate, just tell yourself that you heard it before, and if you like you can reach out to me here or on facebook (ugh) and say so. I'll be gracious, shrug, and "try better".<br /><br />Now, about those old laptops... I have a stack here, and I am sure you do too. If you have an old intel Mac (i3/i5/i7) that you are trying to get rid of securely, I can help you there too. We'll talk. Either you donate it to the cause or I hand you your machine back with a base install of Linux...<br /><br />On to the Jokes...<br /><br /><br />This one I know I heard but I don't care, I like it!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A burglar breaks into a house. He begins to search the home for valuables when hears a quiet voice say<br />“Jesus is watching you” he dismisses it as paranoia and carries on with his crime. <br />He hears the voice again “Jesus is watching you”. <br />He’s knows this time it’s not in his head so he looks around the room and sees a parrot in the corner. <br />He walks over to the parrot and it repeats one more time “Jesus is watching you”. <br />The burglar says to the parrot. “Is your name Jesus?” <br />“No it’s Moses” the parrot replied. <br />The burglar laughs and says “Who names a parrot Moses?” and <br />the parrot says “The same person who named the Rottweiler Jesus”<br /><br /><br /><br />If that was not enough, here's my tip o the hat for a two-fer!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A priest and a nun are caught in a blizzard.<br /><br />They find a deserted cabin and take shelter.<br /><br />They find a sleeping bag, a bed, and a pile of blankets.<br /><br />The priest, being a gentleman, offers the nun the bed and takes the sleeping bag for himself.<br /><br />As they get tucked in for the night the nun calls out,<br /><br />- "Father, Father I'm cold!"<br /><br />So the priest gets up and puts another blanket on the nun.<br /><br />- "Is that better Sister?" he asks.<br /><br />- "Yes Father, much better," she replies.<br /><br />So he gets back in his sleeping bag and starts to nod off when she again calls out with,<br /><br />- "Father I'm still cold!"<br /><br />So once again the priest gets up and puts another blanket on her, ensuring she is tucked into the bed well.<br /><br />- "Is that better Sister?" he asks.<br /><br />- "Oh yes Father, that's much better," she says.<br /><br />So the priest gets himself back into the sleeping bag and this time is just starting to dream when he wakes up to her call of,<br /><br />- "Father, Father I'm just so cold!"<br /><br />The priest thinks long about this and finally says,<br /><br />- "Sister, we are in the middle of nowhere in a blizzard. No one but you, myself, and the lord himself will ever know what happens here this night. How about, just for this night, we act as though we were married?"<br /><br />The nun thinks on this for a minute, she can't help but admit to herself she's been curious, and finally answers with a tentative,<br /><br />- "OK Father, just for tonight, we will act as though we are married."<br /><br />So the Father replies,<br /><br />- "Get up and get your own damned blanket ya cow!" and rolls over to fall asleep.<br /><br /><br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-3403626863591625172024-03-06T09:48:00.001-05:002024-03-06T09:48:39.512-05:00Trust in Dog, That Storm Means It's Not A Workout Day Even Though It Will Clear<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUN7RVWqOFwu3YQMgY9pmc_vmbSCwBJZd1PjawYV3lYsgkvLg9NDQTc0nrtJcMX7Kj8EC_mGQTg-aICrHiZBrwVOfuBGFYbo6jI99C1nQVXbhIAgGFPWJl5_WwVKqdmLw9C-HbtCdOBqwCqideANxTIJkyv5GoE0njbPP4RAETH4hQMshnHAP9l9RazE/s744/Radar%202024-03-06_09-38.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="744" data-original-width="338" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOUN7RVWqOFwu3YQMgY9pmc_vmbSCwBJZd1PjawYV3lYsgkvLg9NDQTc0nrtJcMX7Kj8EC_mGQTg-aICrHiZBrwVOfuBGFYbo6jI99C1nQVXbhIAgGFPWJl5_WwVKqdmLw9C-HbtCdOBqwCqideANxTIJkyv5GoE0njbPP4RAETH4hQMshnHAP9l9RazE/s320/Radar%202024-03-06_09-38.png" width="145" /></a></div><br /> I guess the light comes on and nobody is still home.<br /><br />The alarm has a light on it that is "just enough" to wake me. Ear plugs are in so I can't hear the thing anyway. <br /><br />I can't also hear the rain outside until I pull the ear plugs out. After <a href="https://www.wunderground.com/weather/KPMP" target="_blank">checking the radar</a>, it's no workout so I drop into a lower gear and ask Rack the McNab SuperDog (TM) if he's ok and can wait or "Do you need to go out". <br /><br />Rack just lay on his bed, sprawled out, vibrating from the outdoor thunder and lightning, very, very, frightening.<br /><br />Yes, a McNab SuperDog (TM) is smart enough to tell you if he needs to water a tree or not. That's why he's a Super Dog for crying out loud!<br /><br />He didn't. I watered my own porcelain "tree". Was able to <a href="https://www.wunderground.com/wundermap?isPresentationActive=0&renderer=2&Units=english&zoom=12&lat=26.2&lon=-80&wxstn=1&wxstnmode=tw&aq=0&aqvalue=NaN&radar=1&radarType=NaN&radaropa=0.7&satellite=0&satelliteopa=0.8&insertHurricaneNameHere=false&goes16opa=&storm-cells=0&severe=0&severeopa=0.9&sst=0&sstopa=0.8&sstanom=0&sstanomopa=0.8&cam=0&fronts=0&hur=0&models=0&modelsmodel=ecmwf&modelsopa=0.8&modelstype=SURPRE&lightning=0&fire=0&fireopa=0.9&fireRisk=0&fireRiskOpacity=0.9&firePerimeter=0&firePerimeterOpacity=0.9&smoke=0&smokeOpacity=0.9&rep=0&surge=0&tor=0&windstr=0&windstrDensity=undefined&windstreamSpeed=undefined&windstreamSpeedFilter=undefined&windstreamPalette=undefined" target="_blank">check Radar</a> while doing all that and realized that "It's Not A Workout Day" or as a Visitor or Tourist to My Fair City would say "Not a Beach Day".<br /><br />I grabbed my clothes after checking the scales for the daily weigh in. Leaning against the wall in the hall I heard the Weather Alert Radio agree with my appraisal. The Radar was evil and green/red and mottled, and we were in a lull in the downpour. <a href="http://www.ramblingmoose.com/2023/09/i-guess-it-is-wet-season-part-two-or.html" target="_blank">The Pompano Beach AirPark</a> where I workout was under a red blob, and just forget it. Ok, not going to happen.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJLHWLttJT5IFb4xoksDsyCAcIzCH_0phhEWXK-SS-JQBtViuxtO7NIGtPiAYJbAuvKc19aq_JV_3ZdltPu9WaottVVt-VQIDQPyG3tBtnkYdflMGpeIplv7SScxXCLBi2seA-kGFFkz6Bn1ZqPTTjcLuhxV3jrxpXkYot-y1b8JvxdTVPSuH6tpr2Go/s800/Goodyear%20Blimp%20Plane%20and%20Bird.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlJLHWLttJT5IFb4xoksDsyCAcIzCH_0phhEWXK-SS-JQBtViuxtO7NIGtPiAYJbAuvKc19aq_JV_3ZdltPu9WaottVVt-VQIDQPyG3tBtnkYdflMGpeIplv7SScxXCLBi2seA-kGFFkz6Bn1ZqPTTjcLuhxV3jrxpXkYot-y1b8JvxdTVPSuH6tpr2Go/s320/Goodyear%20Blimp%20Plane%20and%20Bird.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />The clearing that they need to do after the storms was not going to happen either because it's not a high priority. It rains, their choices in plantings next to the trails drop litter on the trails, and eventually they get the blowers out to clear it off, but it could be a solid week in some cases. Your workout is not their priority.<br /> <br />I pulled on the jeans and looked in the mirror. Not bad, my two-pack may not be a six pack, but I'm also close to being a grandfather's age. Memento Mori can wait.<br /><br />...and we went out for a walk. <br /><br />By the time we got back he was laying at my feet as I made his food bowl vibrating.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafCyGbvVjnsFJqGqDgR_mzUpdS1irJjSqlaTOAWMCyAQtzCucziag6REbRwAOEG9ySnjxbJvkg0FgP9kThFtkvFbJT42bhZyJhlIIU5dadZA5fqoVbTCj3BDNcjpXEK3RaecJQJyU4PH_XhIkW1MYdINqdtQbJSiKYSut9Tn_B2y0VBqZhw-K88exNr4/s800/But,%20Where's%20Mine-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiafCyGbvVjnsFJqGqDgR_mzUpdS1irJjSqlaTOAWMCyAQtzCucziag6REbRwAOEG9ySnjxbJvkg0FgP9kThFtkvFbJT42bhZyJhlIIU5dadZA5fqoVbTCj3BDNcjpXEK3RaecJQJyU4PH_XhIkW1MYdINqdtQbJSiKYSut9Tn_B2y0VBqZhw-K88exNr4/s320/But,%20Where's%20Mine-.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />All that is to say basically that if you think the <a href="http://www.ramblingmoose.com/2023/09/i-guess-it-is-wet-season-part-two-or.html" target="_blank">Sunshine State</a> is easy to predict weather because it is rarely colder than 50F and rarely warmer than 95F, hold my beer while I get Radar up. Storms can come from any angle. Here they tend to ride the border between Broward and Dade Counties right on that line. The heat islands from Miami and Miami Beach and Downtown Fort Lauderdale, tend to push the storms right along that. Just North of Downtown Fort Lauderdale in Wilton Manors and adjoining Oakland Park are in the "rain shadow" and drier, and the Pompano Airpark is a cool bit of land that pulls in storms. <br /><br />I once outraced a Thunderstorm coming south on Federal Highway/US1 from Boca Raton into Deerfield Beach into Pompano Beach getting to my car completely dry on my racing inline skates. Apparently that storm was not moving at that high a speed.<br /><br />So trust in Dog, and get a good Radar app. Oh and those Weather Alert Radios are generally programmable with something called "SAME" which will limit the alerts to just your one-ninth of the county. In a square county, like mine, that's important.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknCfu5pHY4g46XvuTYWUSPA74JYeKXToEUduIC3V6GijdFsKJqc9g4XiHcqtoJCEpXBvFkwJUzUNtnyjjQTwwj0JCuIuBiIVGUp-E8vfN2NJfYWZt4gJTuFI3pyF2b37HxGgj_BDmduc3Mh_W_EFOYN5rlpK9sBv00URB3QSoYYi96JXXdtHgsx5RKFg/s640/Rack%20Hides%20Any%20Chance%20He%20Gets.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiknCfu5pHY4g46XvuTYWUSPA74JYeKXToEUduIC3V6GijdFsKJqc9g4XiHcqtoJCEpXBvFkwJUzUNtnyjjQTwwj0JCuIuBiIVGUp-E8vfN2NJfYWZt4gJTuFI3pyF2b37HxGgj_BDmduc3Mh_W_EFOYN5rlpK9sBv00URB3QSoYYi96JXXdtHgsx5RKFg/s320/Rack%20Hides%20Any%20Chance%20He%20Gets.png" width="240" /></a></div><br />Mind you by 9AM all that is immaterial because the weather has cleared for a couple hours. Slop will still be on the trails in Pompano but momentum has it's own charm and so do the Peppermint Patty Pancakes that I made for breakfast. Well, Peppermint. Not really enough Cocoa yet to call them Peppermint Patty, but that's easy to fix. <br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwy_Y_5P5PWdkZE4H2jk79AsWp_76P27FaDzr-w41TYH3Iy8mg5nQ6A75Ctp8GJSmK_y1VlZxAvzOX4uTsjX6TLJqFUw1h4MznCYn2WeyjfIJr8DaBwL6ejhaW_6ScLAELg-xmPGUhFO9YxyVwj2NMLYLJIeQd4afpCzexoRN2Sj4EDbXu1YmZcFdYEA/s800/Am%20I%20Boring%20You.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqwy_Y_5P5PWdkZE4H2jk79AsWp_76P27FaDzr-w41TYH3Iy8mg5nQ6A75Ctp8GJSmK_y1VlZxAvzOX4uTsjX6TLJqFUw1h4MznCYn2WeyjfIJr8DaBwL6ejhaW_6ScLAELg-xmPGUhFO9YxyVwj2NMLYLJIeQd4afpCzexoRN2Sj4EDbXu1YmZcFdYEA/s320/Am%20I%20Boring%20You.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-64801686155703422872024-03-03T10:48:00.000-05:002024-03-03T10:48:44.932-05:00Pay Attention When Your Computer Warns You Your File Is Open On A Save, I Lost My Jokes File<p> Hey I mean I can recover it, but it will take some flipping back and forth to get it back.<br /><br />What happened was that in all the nonsense that I do here, I blinked. It was not due to anything other than just being busy and or tired blah blah blah.<br /><br />I had the file I keep open on the desktop. That Jokes file. It's titled "Thirteen Bad Jokes.txt". Many months back I started putting jokes and stories into that file but started with saving one liners. I found so many more one liners that I used them for the weekend titles.<br /><br />That many...<br /><br />But I would have people send jokes to me and others I would "farm" from joke sites on the web. I had a few basic rules - <br /><br />They have to be funny to me,<br />They have to be funny to me after I clean them up to be able to be told in a class room of 12 year olds, <br />They have to be not-evil - Not racist/sexist/etc-ist.<br /><br />I personally don't consider myself terribly offensive - here. In person you will know exactly how you sit with me in chapter and verse, and probably learn too much about my own head, too quickly.<br /><br />If you find that strange, be truthful with yourself, because I am sure there are some out there who would say exactly that about you. <br /><br />The "Hold My Beer" mindset that extends in our recent culture is very different than it had been even 20 years ago.<br /><br />So I screwed up. While I watch this particular post come up with a warning message that says " Update Failed ". Oh yes, it will be one of those days.<br /><br />I guess I'll be spending time on those same sites looking to start over. Having a zero byte file on the desktop of this machine is useless. <br /><br />Since I was gifted a machine so that I could continue writing the blog as well as other things, I may be able to leverage one of those machines to help.<br /><br />Repair Software Rules<br /><br />1) Never use Windows because the ick factor is just too high<br />2) when backing up Linux don't try to use your back up on the machine you are trying to restore to because the Linux hard drive is a clone, and if you plug a cloned back up into an encrypted master, it will error out.<br />3) if trying to restore a single file or directory of them (Folder to you Windows people), use a temporary Linux install. It only takes an hour to create one, only 10 minutes to book from install media. <br /><br />On that note, if I want Lunch at Noon when I have company, I have to release this blurb of helpful hints, and rants, and get my beefy and fit self into the shower!<br /><br />We will see how that all goes won't we? LOL<br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-79645780829432605682024-03-02T11:17:00.001-05:002024-03-02T11:17:52.602-05:00What do you call a good looking Pig? Hamsome.<p>Ok, I'm back from being an athlete today. Beautiful day for a 14.6 mile bike ride. Trying to do a file by file copy on a very large volume in Linux with my feet up on the couch at the moment. We'll see how that goes, the destination was formatted for windows. "ext4" is so much more flexible. <br /><br /><br /><br />John and the Mob Boss<br /><br />John was serving as a jury member in a high-profile gangster trial. The mob boss's underlings approached John with threats and a bribe:<br /><br />"There's no way a death sentence will be passed. At worst, it'll be a life sentence." Shaken, John agrees. The trial proceeds, and the jury is sequestered. Hours turn into days, then a week...<br /><br />Finally, the jury returns with their decision:<br /><br />"Life imprisonment."<br /><br />The gang members are thrilled. The boss grins at John, and as his men hand John $10,000, they praise him, "Great job, you've truly earned this. But what took so long? Was it tough to persuade the others?"<br /><br />John sighs and says, "You wouldn't believe it! Right from the start, they were all set on acquittal. It was a nightmare convincing them for a life imprisonment!"</p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-44879115552675176492024-02-28T07:46:00.001-05:002024-02-28T07:46:42.222-05:00Debian may be stable, but that doesn't mean I have to be. "touch /forcefsck" will help.<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyw4iZ7ZE2Xnh1OWdSIcsJUWFfI-rkfkXKIbst6I4Ni9jcH-nEqXxbwcbyxAEubhAD3_sByz75gK4L_Ri_wnmW3Uwu2vjFtP0FECd-ge2LVFl4oqNjJSID_8k-BfIw3jQXWTfaZiBM0R5ebveNJHmKzvqF4i2GHgHPRSJo9s9E6b9OmWrEwlhE4M3POM/s1438/View%20From%20The%20Couch.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1078" data-original-width="1438" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxyw4iZ7ZE2Xnh1OWdSIcsJUWFfI-rkfkXKIbst6I4Ni9jcH-nEqXxbwcbyxAEubhAD3_sByz75gK4L_Ri_wnmW3Uwu2vjFtP0FECd-ge2LVFl4oqNjJSID_8k-BfIw3jQXWTfaZiBM0R5ebveNJHmKzvqF4i2GHgHPRSJo9s9E6b9OmWrEwlhE4M3POM/s320/View%20From%20The%20Couch.png" width="320" /></a></div>I started the day the way I ended the last one, cursing at a laptop.<br /><br />You see, If you are running Windows on your personal computer, a lot of the control has been slowly taken from you until Microsoft has turned something that was once a long time ago a hobby machine, into an appliance.<br /><br />The Mac never really was anything but an appliance. Do as we say, stay in our little walled garden, and walk in lock step while pretending you have freedom. Draw your pictures and enjoy.<br /><br />I run Linux. There really are no rules. You have a computer, in my case an older one that is a hand me down from corporate life. You push the Windows install away, and you take the control back. <br /><br />The design philosophy is drastically different. You have control. Free will, really. So you find an acceptable level of risk that fits your capabilities, your knowledge, and you make your own decisions. This implies you will make mistakes along the way. You will break things. It's not always a comfortable ride, although it can be.<br /><br />I use a version of the operating system called <a href="http://www.debian.org" target="_blank">Debian</a>. In its Stable form, it is one of the most comfortable and competent pieces of software you will ever experience. It is the warm comforter on a cold night with a nice mug of hot chocolate and a Labrador retriever sitting by your side. It simply does not break. Oh sure, it is known to be a bit older, but that software being older has its benefits. Stability. <br /><br />It's the air cooled VW Beetle of your dreams, or in my case that 2002 Jeep Wrangler that is sitting in the driveway with no rust and no check engine light. I'm proud of that, really. I mean who has a 22 year old car that is worth $15K without really trying?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3M1eVPpd6FCLw17a6I6McCZX51qgdedkCdgOKRbfzrFMxb8qIF4SysYcxDymQj2vx1eoYHh3NPTicxzDtMOuYy4IwUNBmlOKv0moN2yA2pNoMPrnHH42Ac0VafBCw05gXDdIFxbqk5rafnt8alBdsaXn4nB5Ud_7hWBT1YTUvDw3JZC3ir9GpBK9Ka4/s800/Beep%20Beep%20I'm%20A%20Jeep.png" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL3M1eVPpd6FCLw17a6I6McCZX51qgdedkCdgOKRbfzrFMxb8qIF4SysYcxDymQj2vx1eoYHh3NPTicxzDtMOuYy4IwUNBmlOKv0moN2yA2pNoMPrnHH42Ac0VafBCw05gXDdIFxbqk5rafnt8alBdsaXn4nB5Ud_7hWBT1YTUvDw3JZC3ir9GpBK9Ka4/s320/Beep%20Beep%20I'm%20A%20Jeep.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />On the other hand, I've turned this island of stability into a rowdy puppy. With the Zoomies. Colliding into the china cabinet and breaking dishes.<br /><br />How? I turned it into "Testing Debian". Now keep in mind, Debian anything is more stable than most. There are companies that have based their entire existence on running something that is called "Testing" by one of the most careful and conservative organizations in the Linux world. <br /><br />Where Windows and the Mac are all hush-hush and closed source, if I had a mind to, I could get the actual code that built the software my computer runs on and build my own version. Create my own distribution. There are a <a href="http://www.linuxmint.com" target="_blank">large number</a> <a href="http://www.xubuntu.com" target="_blank">of computer </a><a href="http://www.redhat.com" target="_blank">companies</a> that do just that.<br /><br />But, things sometimes go awry. Hence my bad night and day. Something has been lingering and I tried to force it. I ended up in a "Dependency Hell" where one piece of software was depending on another to run at a low level within the computer's library of software. <br /><br />Didn't work. I gave up just after breakfast and did something I did not want to do - I restored the computer from a backup.<br /><br />And that's the moral of the story. Always have a complete back up of your computer. I did. A clone of my hard drive. Why not? Memory is cheap these days, and I set the machine to do a full and complete backup on Sunday night so on Monday morning, I can update the thing on my own time.<br /><br />Yes, Windows users, I can tell my machine to do things on my own schedule even if the thing is not going to work right once I am done. <br /><br />Windows Update be damned, I'm flying by the seat of my pants.<br /><br />That is how my Jeep got its wheels cleaned. Start the restore, then get bored. I went outside and cleaned the car while the "dd" copy was working.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqP29xcfCwetyCSommG0D-VUNsBwPttkipiGhbB1qHSU9fBP23l0ekM0pH-oM8UUjZfD3NkPOJEE2Yu_fZQEpbJbKwBhFRMiiPfiKGim2kpHccxiFPw02dH5dQGICFKyvCKWkri9w3toBMBcum4dw4xPaT-bJSa4Tgcx18k-fa6zZWHqSZq7hW3zMnICg/s800/Rack%20Is%20Enjoying%20The%20Jeep.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="450" data-original-width="800" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqP29xcfCwetyCSommG0D-VUNsBwPttkipiGhbB1qHSU9fBP23l0ekM0pH-oM8UUjZfD3NkPOJEE2Yu_fZQEpbJbKwBhFRMiiPfiKGim2kpHccxiFPw02dH5dQGICFKyvCKWkri9w3toBMBcum4dw4xPaT-bJSa4Tgcx18k-fa6zZWHqSZq7hW3zMnICg/s320/Rack%20Is%20Enjoying%20The%20Jeep.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />"dd"? Originally meant Disk Dump, but I have used it like Disk Destroyer before.<br /><br />Jeep has the wheels cleaned, windows washed, and I have a 22 year old car that the check engine light is now turned off. Not every Jeep Wrangler (2002 TJ) Owner can say that.<br /><br />The Computer? I'm back on it, as you can see. Feet up on the couch creating a divot on the arm just like always.<br /><br />On the other hand the version of Debian will tick over so the Testing version I am on becomes "Stable" in summer. Until then, I just run in parallel like I am here. Encrypted hard drive, testing operating system, and all.<br /><br />Had I had any sort of a command prompt I'd look for the following: <br /><br />From the command prompt, make sure your encrypted disk is at least readable. Mine was not, it booted directly into the Bios which meant I was stuffed.<br /><br />In /dev/mapper there are files pointing to your encrypted hard disks. <br /><br />fsck -y /dev/mapper/ (your disk names)<br /><br />Then try a reboot. If you are successful you will end up at your normal desktop. If not, find your back up drive and do a restore.<br /><br />You did do a backup right?<br /><br />Ok, now that you are back, this command will force a fsck (file system check) on your hard drives when you reboot next time. <br /><br />sudo touch /forcefsck<br /><p></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-52483439673450023952024-02-25T09:19:00.000-05:002024-02-25T09:19:39.654-05:00What did they yell at Edgar Allen Poe to stop him from walking into the oak? Poetry!<p> A little Canadian Content. I started the day listening to the news on CBC Radio 1, via the internet. I'd rather be using one of my shortwave radios, but here in South Florida in this day and age, it's very doubtful that can happen.<br /><br /><br /><br />A couple were driving through Canada on their way out west.<br /><br />After a while it became clear they had made a wrong turn and got lost. The wife consulted the road map but couldn't figure out where they were. They were driving along a rural road when they saw a farmer standing by the road.<br /><br />"I'll pull over and see if he can help," the husband says.<br /><br />He gets out of the car and asks the farmer "My wife and I seem to have taken a wrong turn. Can you tell me where we are?"<br /><br />"Saskatoon, Saskatchewan," the farmer replies.<br /><br />The husband gets back in the car.<br /><br />"Well, where are we?" the wife asks.<br /><br />"I don't know. He doesn't speak English," the husband replies.</p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-75301681806645301842024-02-24T08:57:00.000-05:002024-02-24T08:57:00.334-05:00I used to be a baker but I couldn't make enough dough.<p>So last week was sourdough, this week's topic <a href="http://www.ramblingmoose.com/2020/05/dinner-rolls-burger-buns-or-hot-dog.html" target="_blank">is a really good brioche</a>?<br /><br />Oh and if you fry it, it makes an amazing yeast risen donut, but don't come crying to me that your belt is getting too tight!<br /><br />(Trust me, that is an awesome recipe) But now onto today's story...<br /> <br /><br />Centipede<br /><br />So one morning a guy walks into a pet store. He tells the pet store owner "I want a pet but I want one that is utilitarian, and can help me do things. I am single and would love some extra help." The pet store owner says "you need a centipede. They will do anything. They are very loyal and understand instruction."<br /><br />He takes home a centipede. Later, around noon the guy is relaxing in his recliner, the centipede is hanging out on the couch, the guys says "centipede, clean the living room." Within minutes the living room is spotless. A little bit later, the guy says "centipede, fix me a sandwich for lunch." The centipede goes into the kitchen and within minutes has a nicely constructed sandwich before the owner.<br /><br />As the man starts to eat his sandwich, he realizes he has nothing to drink. He says "centipede, go to the end of the block, to the store and get me a soda." The centipede walks out of the house. An hour passes and the centipede is nowhere to be found. Knowing that the store is only a block away the man gets worried and decides to go find the centipede.<br /><br />When the man opens his front door he sees the centipede on his front porch. The man says "Where have you been? I told you an hour ago to get me a soda? " The centipede says "Hey man, I am putting on my shoes."<br /><br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-15798098697473187382024-02-21T09:53:00.000-05:002024-02-21T09:53:45.471-05:00Rack, The Vet Said You Can Walk, It Doesn't Mean You HAVE To Sniff EVERYTHING!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJL4ctDX8ZuCKfWgT9HlLFX1AY6d3UzvtX77JQwSnLZtDg_EMBBmzkqaWXSfvTrhyphenhyphen3MQDwQCSPNypkLgpjoq6g4qqLg1Xc_J56OB-t5RD-Dn5N5IvkZ27JtCTnHaMWJ1dCV_fps8t4MeL8JtSXgZz4Ongv0hVLrmqtpF3c31Hxy3yEOF8kXCn9kR4GNA/s640/One%20Happy%20Dog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuJL4ctDX8ZuCKfWgT9HlLFX1AY6d3UzvtX77JQwSnLZtDg_EMBBmzkqaWXSfvTrhyphenhyphen3MQDwQCSPNypkLgpjoq6g4qqLg1Xc_J56OB-t5RD-Dn5N5IvkZ27JtCTnHaMWJ1dCV_fps8t4MeL8JtSXgZz4Ongv0hVLrmqtpF3c31Hxy3yEOF8kXCn9kR4GNA/s320/One%20Happy%20Dog.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> I admit it. The short walks were annoying.<br /><br />I'm from Philadelphia (Area). We walk EVERYWHERE. I am one of the few people who has actually worn more than one pair of sneakers through the sole to the cardboard on the sub-sole below it. Above it? I'm not sure. You think that through. The ball of the foot, the heel, I know where my step is because of where the shoes are worn through.<br /><br />Others from the Philadelphia (Area) are welcome to sit on the bench. A Typical Day for me is to walk 3 miles (5 Km) plus. I learned that at the time Philadelphia was the fattest city in the nation while I was in the middle of a set on the Pec Deck on Nautilus. I laughed at the irony and continued my set.<br /><br />When I was told that we had to walk Rack only short distances, he's on No Tail Wagging Rest, I was confused. It took a visit to the vet and get growled at by staff to change things. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8HlibML8R85mJHS3iY1FtjtZLoCOW_beAGknunXEZbsVvn23tlTUF_DKnXfNWzLkX22zTZ4JPOd0BVw95lPTQphb1-pQOqQR4SVwMQRgFyJgl7CotZWAnttJuQqKmqK3wHCHi6yjpZMNiJAwuF77EI4XDhTVba5HMzpwWBuVttxPwzESHeydYj9ybo0/s900/Rack%20in%20an%20E%20Collar.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="900" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM8HlibML8R85mJHS3iY1FtjtZLoCOW_beAGknunXEZbsVvn23tlTUF_DKnXfNWzLkX22zTZ4JPOd0BVw95lPTQphb1-pQOqQR4SVwMQRgFyJgl7CotZWAnttJuQqKmqK3wHCHi6yjpZMNiJAwuF77EI4XDhTVba5HMzpwWBuVttxPwzESHeydYj9ybo0/s320/Rack%20in%20an%20E%20Collar.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />Rack has his stitches out. He has a pink spot "on his butt" where they were, and he has fur growing back. But he is back to being allowed to walk "normally". Which means now I have my walking partner back and can just "go".<br /><br />So that day I did my usual 3 Miles or so. Every damn tree. "Come on, Boy, you already sniffed that plant!"<br /><br />Oh wait, it's been two weeks, a couple downpours, a "micro-burst" of a tornado and a lot of weather in the interim. New dogs, new things to sniff. Even most of the flowers from the blooming Mango trees have been blown down.<br /><br />*grumble* Well, at least we can get a proper walk in!<br /><br />I know we're now on Perpetual Hospice. We'll never know until it happens whether we got all the cancer out. But for now, it's back to "normal". It's not just a setting on the washer, it's a comfortable routine.<br /><br />I guess I am lucky that I don't live "Out West" where The McNab Dogs roam. They're smart enough to know that indoors is where the beds are warm, and the couches are comfy so many McNabs just walk away from the farm and "get lost" by their choice. I'd have a pack of them. Regardless of what the Ranchers say, there are some McNabs that are Working Dogs In Name Only.<br /><br />Except... those Working Dogs will find their own Job. Mine has us. That's just fine. He fits in well with our lives. Even if I have to clean up after him after two solid weeks of changing him into Doggy Depends diapers and he's got the Cone Of Healing on now, it is nice not to have to be on High Alert.<br /><br />We'll take that and run with it.<br /><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gipGdl2qNKBH6IqHtIdiCq8l0Pxx7D76zSXda30hRhxOOFoopHFjWX519LyotxbhAKA78jg-8HIgEOdiieGPSIM8j4r10T1IippVKkz5wwOj5VEcXZoJRCDCtfv09zjHIbRdWA_Sw9ggco9VDfOFiwp47O5XUl7JCsox1dsftMMWqf-nc8hqduH8-eY/s623/Rack%20Looks%20For%20Someone%20With%20Two%20Left%20Feet.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="623" data-original-width="519" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_gipGdl2qNKBH6IqHtIdiCq8l0Pxx7D76zSXda30hRhxOOFoopHFjWX519LyotxbhAKA78jg-8HIgEOdiieGPSIM8j4r10T1IippVKkz5wwOj5VEcXZoJRCDCtfv09zjHIbRdWA_Sw9ggco9VDfOFiwp47O5XUl7JCsox1dsftMMWqf-nc8hqduH8-eY/s320/Rack%20Looks%20For%20Someone%20With%20Two%20Left%20Feet.png" width="267" /></a></div><br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-39522223053099340752024-02-18T09:16:00.000-05:002024-02-18T09:16:35.959-05:00Sourdough is like regular dough except it holds grudges and hates seeing other doughs become successful.<p> I have tried, oh my have I tried. My Sourdough Mother never quite turns out right. *pout*. I guess conditions aren't quite right.<br /><br />Anyway...<br /><br /><br /><br />A nun woke up one morning feeling great, she got out of bed and decided to go to the kitchen for some breakfast.<br />On her way over there she runs into sister Jane and she says, "Hi sister Jane," <br />by which sister Jane says, "I see you got off on the wrong side of the bed sister.<br /><br />She did not understand what sister Jane meant by that so she ignored it and went on. <br /><br />She was passing by the garden when she ran into sister Roberta and she says, "Good morning sister Roberta I am having a great day."<br />Sister Roberta says, "I see you got off on the wrong side of the bed." <br /><br />The nun was wondering why everybody she met kept saying that when she felt great so she decides to go and see mother superior. <br />She asks mother superior, "Everybody keeps telling me that I got off on the wrong side of the bed when I feel great and...<br /><br />Mother superior says,"That is because you have brother Johns shoes on."<br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-40569939097011874282024-02-17T06:34:00.000-05:002024-02-17T06:34:46.088-05:00Why didn’t Han Solo enjoy his steak dinner? It was Chewie.<p>After reading many stories all based on what we think a Genie would do, or what the results would be had we encountered one - and granted Genies don't exist - I think the best way to handle things is to just walk away.. <br /><br />But that's boring and safe, right? You wouldn't do that nor would I but hey it is safe!<br /><br /><br /> <br />Three Men Find a Genie<br /><br />Three men were walking along the street when one of them spotted an old lamp on the side of the road. Picking it up and rubbing it they were surprised to find a genie appear.<br />"You get one wish," The genie said. "I offer wealth, wisdom or power."<br />"I choose wealth." Said the first man.<br />"I choose power," said the second.<br />"I choose wisdom," said the third. <br /><br /><br />Many years later the men met again at a diner to discuss the results of their wishes.<br />The first man spoke. "I wish I chose power," he said. "I had money but I was robbed and it was all stolen."<br />The second man spoke. "I wish I chose wisdom," he said regretfully. "I had power but was betrayed by the people I trusted and lost it all."<br />The third man spoke. "I wish I had money. Do you know how hard it is to get paid for telling people how to actually solve their problems?"<br />Then all of them realized that none of the others had any cash and they ran off without paying the bill, but the wise man took off running first.<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-50163792027534418282024-02-14T09:20:00.000-05:002024-02-14T09:20:47.012-05:00Sedation Reaction In Dogs - Run Run Run Thump is Not Far From True<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmj93co1UwjmPjaLgpcNlWUOmn5hYwP-BwTUmQNe5QEeYPhIERzcO9KzJGBZHFQZPtIqGtgUzhVQ70ectDo6Dt5dxwtHJqLfnSPim-mFjTyizXoz4ucBVFIuZ5s58X43lk5FDosFnrL2usjn6ddbN6H3UsY9HffYsX40DcawqyIZfqZRVvL04UaClx9s/s900/Rack%20in%20an%20E%20Collar.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="760" data-original-width="900" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUmj93co1UwjmPjaLgpcNlWUOmn5hYwP-BwTUmQNe5QEeYPhIERzcO9KzJGBZHFQZPtIqGtgUzhVQ70ectDo6Dt5dxwtHJqLfnSPim-mFjTyizXoz4ucBVFIuZ5s58X43lk5FDosFnrL2usjn6ddbN6H3UsY9HffYsX40DcawqyIZfqZRVvL04UaClx9s/s320/Rack%20in%20an%20E%20Collar.png" width="320" /></a></div>Rack was diagnosed with Cancer. Left side of the tail Gland, and while you may raise an eyebrow at that, it is where it happened. I don't want the search results to be ruined by using the clinical term for the location of it, and for this discussion, it's not completely required.<br /><br />Just think of Expressing That Gland In The Butt. On the left, specifically. If you mention that line to a vet or a vet tech they will tell you exactly which gland.<br /><br />He went in and the surgeon believes that he got all the cancer out, which is the best you can hope for in a 12 year old McNab SuperDog (TM). That does not give me a prognosis. It only puts Rack on something that I describe as Permanent Hospice Care since he could easily live 16 years or more, or just 16 weeks more. <br /><br />We.<br />Just.<br />Won't.<br />Know.<br /><br />(For dramatic emphasis.)<br /><br />Anyway, what happened is that Rack has always been tough to sedate. As in he's been stitched back together when a pit bull attacked him standing rigid on a table full of meds. Three times the expected rate of sedation for a normal dog of his size. He simply did not go to sleep. <br /><br />And before you get on me for Breed Specific Behavior - it was a Pit Bull, so save your pontificating. Oh and get off your own platform as you are getting a nose bleed. There are a lot of irresponsible dog owners out there. The owner solved the problem by moving away. Vanishing.<br /><br />So stuff your attitude.<br /><br />Fast forward to today. Rack came home from being sedated. My "Very Reputable Veterinary Hospital was amazed at "How Much Sedation We Had To Put Into Him Before He Went Under". Yeah we know, and that was why we warned you.<br /><br />They brought him out. He looked like a cartoon character. Cone of Healing on, Doggie Depends Diaper on, legs not getting traction so he was galloping down the hall. His pupils were so dilated that they were reflecting light from down the hallway.<br /><br />Oh he was trippin' balls, as they say!<br /><br />We got him home. It was as if the episode of the Paul Reiser show "Mad About You" had cast Murray the Collie in my house. You know, where Murray was obsessed with a mouse in the walls of the apartment and was running around the entire episode trying to get the thing. "Run, Run, Run, Thump!" as Murray collided with a wall or a piece of furniture. Strange, annoying, bizarre, whatever you want to call the behavior. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bgdYQIpfhig" target="_blank">Season 2, Episode 2, Mad About You, called "Bing, Bang, Boom" for however long that link lasts</a>. Definitely worth a watch if you like Paul Reiser like I do. <br /><br />No Dogs were Harmed in filming the episode, he said so at the end of it.<br /><br />This was what we went through that night. <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen="" class="BLOG_video_class" height="266" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/bgdYQIpfhig" width="320" youtube-src-id="bgdYQIpfhig"></iframe></div><p> </p><p>Youtube links do not last forever, so watch it while you can - Bill, Feb 14, 2024 <br /></p><p>For about 6 hours until Rack wore himself out and the night medications (Tramadol plus Gabapentin) kicked in, he was going around the house, cone and diaper on, and banging into things. Then he'd back up, turn around, and return repeating the path.<br /><br />The only other time I saw something like this was on an "Animal Documentary" where an Antelope was walking around in circles, compulsively, due to a parasite. The predators of the area stopped that behavior, eventually. <br /><br />Rack's imitation of Murray stopped around 10 PM and we were able to get a few hours of sleep.<br /><br />So if you are back from your Vet Visit, and your dog is compulsively and excessively pacing your house, what we did was to give him more. Literally another Tramadol tablet brought him down to the point where he could sleep. Turning off the lights kept him asleep. The next day he did not need any more sedation for a while, until the second meal and the broken stitches meant we had to go back to the vet for a "repair".<br /><br />It has been a rough road. Rack is healing. He has been under medication and some of those are sedating, for a week and a half now. The first few days were frankly quite dirty. Blood and gore flying when he would shake. Any time you operate that far down the intestines, you will get all sorts of infections, and he is on some pretty strong antibiotics right now. <br /><br />But we're hopeful, and we're watching, and that is about all we can do for now.<br /><br />Wish us luck.<br /></p><p></p><p></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-77277477637551036412024-02-11T07:06:00.000-05:002024-02-11T07:06:45.684-05:00What do you call a mean cow? Beef jerk-y<p>This reminds me of the story of the dog who noticed people paying in a convenience store. They used paper money which looked like colored leaves to the dog. So the dog would come in to the same store, walk in and hand a leaf to the person behind the counter and wait calmly for a treat. <br /><br />The dog got the treat. <br /><br /><br /><br />A big bus stops at a roadside eatery.<br /><br />The passengers flood inside the eatery and as they take their respective seats the driver calls the manager aside and explains, "Look sir, we're from the mental asylum down the road. I'm taking the inmates for a ride. When they're done eating they will insist on paying with bottle caps like they do inside. Please humor them and accept their payments. I'll clear the entire check at the end."<br /><br />So, as each passenger finishes eating and pays with bottle caps, the manager solemnly accepts them.<br /><br />After they were all seated in the bus, the driver approaches the manager who presents the bill to him.<br /><br />The driver carefully scans the bill. "Excellent! I'm grateful for your cooperation. You don't know how hard it is to handle these people. Now, would you have change for a hubcap?"<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-46256450457412073882024-02-10T06:51:00.000-05:002024-02-10T06:51:44.013-05:00They say cows kill more people than sharks. I’m surprised cows kill any sharks at all.<p>Just like a Lawyer, Huh? One profession we all like to cringe at!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />So this corporate lawyer comes into his office<br /><br />A corporate lawyer just bought a brand new Porsche, and he's pulling up in front of the office to show it off to his envious colleagues.<br /><br />However, in the rush to be first he's not only double parked, he opened the door without looking just as a truck is driving by. Of course truck hits the door at full speed and completely rips it off the car.<br /><br />The lawyer jumps out of his now ruined Porsche, jumping up and down and shouting about how he'll sue the truck driver into oblivion for destroying his prized possession and all that.<br /><br />The office doorman has seen it all happen, and says to the lawyer, "you pompous prick, you've been so occupied with your damn car you didn't even notice the truck also took your arm off at the same time!"<br /><br />The lawyer stops ranting for a moment, looks to the bloody stump that used to be his left arm, and then screams<br /><br />"MY ROLEX!"</p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-8534633406678267262024-02-04T12:35:00.000-05:002024-02-04T12:35:50.080-05:00What do you call fancy swearing? Cursive<p> I'm a bit late. Haven't done my Spanish. <a href="http://www.ramblingmoose.com/2015/06/i-am-why-wilton-manors-smells-like.html" target="_blank">Was busy roasting coffee</a>. Walked Mr Dog before the rains hit. Even took a walk on my own. <br /><br />Wow. Well it really is the routines that make life enjoyable, right? <a href="http://www.ramblingmoose.com/2023/06/wednesdays-are-day-off-trails-but-busy.html" target="_blank">And hey, if you're going to have coffee in the morning, have the best.</a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Grandson's Boomerang<br /><br />A young man was visiting his grandparents for the holidays. He decided to surprise them by bringing a gift: a boomerang he bought from a souvenir shop. He thought it would be fun to teach his grandpa how to throw it.<br /><br />He went outside with his grandpa and showed him the boomerang. "This is a special toy from Australia," he explained. "You throw it and it comes back to you."<br /><br />"Really?" his grandpa asked, intrigued. "How does it work?"<br /><br />"Well, you just have to hold it like this, and then swing your arm and let it go," the young man demonstrated. "Watch."<br /><br />He threw the boomerang and waited for it to return. But it didn't. It flew away and disappeared into the trees.<br /><br />"Oops," the young man said, embarrassed. "Maybe I did something wrong. Let me try again."<br /><br />He took out another boomerang from his backpack and threw it. Again, it didn't come back. It landed somewhere far away.<br /><br />"Sorry, grandpa," the young man said, feeling foolish. "I guess these boomerangs are defective. I should have bought something else."<br /><br />His grandpa smiled and patted his shoulder. "Don't worry, son," he said. "It's the thought that counts. And you know what? I have a gift for you too."<br /><br />"Really? What is it?" the young man asked, curious.<br /><br />His grandpa reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He handed it to the young man and said, "It's a boomer rang. You call me and I'll call you back."<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-18444559029718866642024-02-03T09:24:00.000-05:002024-02-03T09:24:04.119-05:00I don’t mean to brag but cashiers are always checking me out.<p>Ok, here are two for the old folks. Like us. Who tell inappropriate tales and mess with other people!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A 108 year old man and his 107 year old wife appeared before Divorce Court<br /><br />"Irreconciliable differences, Your Honor," said the man, when asked the reason. "We've been married for 87 years, and it's been torture all the way."<br /><br />"87 years‽ That's the longest marriage I've ever seen in this court!" exclaimed the judge. "Since everything looks to be in order, we can formalize the separation today. But if I may ask, why is it you waited so long before applying to separate?"<br /><br />Replied the woman, "Well Your Honor, to be honest, we were just waiting for the kids to die."<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />If I were 92 years old, I think I might actually say the same thing!<br /><br /> <br /><br />True Confession<br /><br />An elderly man entered a church and headed straight to the confessional.<br /><br />"I am 92 years old, have a wonderful wife of 70 years, many children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren. Yesterday, I picked up two college girls hitchhiking. We went to a motel, where I had sex with each of them three times."<br />Priest: "Are you sorry for your sins?"<br />Man: "What sins?"<br />Priest: "As a Catholic, you must repent your sins in order to be forgiven."<br />Man: "I'm Jewish."<br />Priest: "Then why are you confessing to me?"<br />Man: "I'm 92 years old ... I'm telling everybody."</p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-70469362236808051612024-01-31T08:46:00.000-05:002024-01-31T08:46:40.746-05:00Low and Slow for Perfect Eggs? Skip the microwave.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVURrYStrsZP0N_lgl17lkEhaH2ULfkaSxgW5s0kbH17LePssJzCkBGIBCcbtPGGk11aRn2eoZCngpKs56tQ07mkJEhtqx3oL6euJSpz3_1iu6c1ho0fziXPrVGvZ8312ygg7m9-QrswvHyVxcrLd8NA-SinF9Ui5sz07cAuclgs7ftIDrkzxMIjuQHCA/s800/Eggs%20and%20Sausage%20Sandwich%20for%20Breakfast.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="800" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVURrYStrsZP0N_lgl17lkEhaH2ULfkaSxgW5s0kbH17LePssJzCkBGIBCcbtPGGk11aRn2eoZCngpKs56tQ07mkJEhtqx3oL6euJSpz3_1iu6c1ho0fziXPrVGvZ8312ygg7m9-QrswvHyVxcrLd8NA-SinF9Ui5sz07cAuclgs7ftIDrkzxMIjuQHCA/s320/Eggs%20and%20Sausage%20Sandwich%20for%20Breakfast.png" width="320" /></a></div>Temperature and timing is everything.<br /><br />At least in cooking it is. It is the difference between turning sugar and water into syrup and turning it into candy. Or just carbonize it into a blackened mess.<br /><br />The back story is simple, my diet has changed. I'm having a lot of scrambled eggs lately because I am "home". <br /><br />For a while I was just stirring them in a bowl and then microwaving the bowl. Stop that, it made for something I could patch a tire with.<br /><br />So I thought "Hey, you are a better cook than that, what is going on here?".<br /><br />Hens Eggs stirred and then heated, or really more like warmed, will cook and firm up. But what you truly want are those rich custard like eggs that you can get when someone who knows what they are doing to them is at the stove. Adding in cream or milk will change the texture and make things richer but if you use too much heat your results won't be any better.<br /><br />This is basic, but basic cooking is what you have to get to get your results so you can build. It's the same for any skill. Put the time into it and turn the heat down and you'll be surprised.<br /><br />I took three eggs, and threw them indifferently into a bowl and pressed the 30 second button. Repeated twice more. I ended up with a sulfurous yellow blob. Sure it looked like a souffle and rose quite a bit but that is not what I wanted. <br /><br />I thought ok, I have the same eggs. I can repeat next time. Again I added no salt, scrambled them in a mug, and poured them into a skillet. The heat was at low-medium - just enough to toast the bread I was serving with. <br /><br />Pushing things around with my trusty Halloween inspired Frankenstein Spatula, (Thanks, Patty,) I noticed I was getting the results I wanted. Sunny Yellow Egg Custard.<br /><br />It was perfect.<br /><br />The next day, the temperature of the skillet was higher. High enough to begin to tan the surface of the eggs. It was not as good. So this morning, less heat. <br /><br />This is not the only food that works this way. It is why you have a candy thermometer. You cook Meats the same way, to a specific temperature internally. Steaks at a low internal temperature are rare, at a high one they are burned, sorry, well done. Pork shoulder cooked to 210 is perfect, 180 is tough.<br /><br />That last one is due to the toughness of the fibers in the muscles of the pig. In that case, you need to allow the time at a gentle heat to break the collagen down so that the muscles break down in the sauce to make a soft and pull apart pork dish. Pulled Pork. Perfect for a crock pot.<br /><br />So take your time. You'll find the results are much better. <br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-67563897737205684292024-01-28T07:50:00.000-05:002024-01-28T07:50:39.494-05:00Why didn’t Noah fish while he was on the ark? Because he only had two worms.<p>If you ever had a home remodeling job, you will get this one!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A man wants to retile his floors with real stone<br /><br />He goes to the stonemason and asks about cost.<br /><br />"Well," says the stonemason, "it really depends on your budget and the quality you're looking for."<br /><br />"Tell you what, let's start at the bottom and work our way up, yeah?"<br /><br />The stonemason led him to the showroom with four neat stacks of stone. The first was a mix of pale gray and cream colors. "This here's limestone. It's not super durable but it fits most budgets. Only $11 per square foot."<br /><br />"Hmm, I wouldn't want to have to replace it too soon," said the man.<br /><br />"Well, then, how about this?" he asked of a stack of plain gray stone. Good, solid slate. Fairly durable, won't break the bank. It's actually on sale for just $22 per square foot."<br /><br />The man considered a moment. "I dunno. It's pretty plain, don't you think? I was hoping for something with a bit of sparkle."<br /><br />The stonemason shrugged his shoulders and led the customer past the third pile of stone which boasted a dazzling array of colors and patterns and on to the fourth pile which was even more ornate with beautiful blues and pinks mixed in among the usual motley of earth tones. "This here's marble. Best money can buy. It'll last you a lifetime and you can't match it for beauty. Only $114 per square foot."<br /><br />The man cleared his throat as he choked in response to the price, then asked, "Okay, but what about that third pile. Why did you skip over it?"<br /><br />The stonemason looked back and his brows rose high on his forehead. "Oh, that? That's granite. I can't sell you that, son."<br /><br />"Whyever not?"<br /><br />"Well, you can't take anything for granite these days." <br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-89605335364158170082024-01-27T06:59:00.000-05:002024-01-27T06:59:55.516-05:00What was the Flashlight arrested for? Battery charges<p> I am kind of "the flashlight guy" on my block. We went a bit nutty because we found that the laptops of the prior era had batteries in them that we could use to power the things. So we went to find ones that were 1000 lumens or higher and use them for dog walks and on my bike when I was riding in the predawn hours.<br /><br />After listening to neighbors here, I realized riding a bike with two very bright lights on the front, one on the back, on these South Florida Roads was taking my life in my hands and I figured out how to get to the airpark in Pompano and ride there, safely.</p><p><br /></p><p>However...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The Donkey<br /><br />A man is driving down the road when he notices a hitchhiker standing with a donkey.<br /><br />The man stops and says "Hey fella, I can give you a ride, but what about the donkey?"<br /><br />The hitchhiker simply replies, "don't worry about him, he'll be alright."<br /><br />So the man driving is cruising down the road about 50MPH when he looks in his rearview mirror and sees that the donkey is right on his tail.<br /><br />The driver then speed up to 60MPH and the donkey still is right on his tail.<br /><br />Finally, the driver increases to 70MPH and the donkey is still right on his tail.<br /><br />The driver finally says to the hitchhiker, "hey pal, what is the deal with your donkey?"<br /><br />The hitchhiker says "what do you mean?"<br /><br />The man says, "I am going 70MPH and he is right on my tail, and on top of that his tongue is hanging out."<br /><br />The hitchhiker says "to what side?"<br /><br />"The left" replies the driver.<br /><br />To which the hitchhiker replies "just hold your lane, he is looking to pass."<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-74465493442042935402024-01-24T10:23:00.000-05:002024-01-24T10:23:07.639-05:00Freeciv (Multiple Platforms) - How To Connect To Server and Force or Recover Your Last Game<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCJpTqddzzcULn-mGidXJLz_PpkogcKlEb612Xtq01Jd9PX-3qsxGyhvZXfiOjTh2K0gBKMgm8VFRdbJ0yiloDsifhh9Ov6zsByJrtp9qONiBpWIJYDFcL7eUuAkC9QNckFwvq8pWaTmkZ7k9viNiUexJFfCCxqOp8DRupvXYVl5QjzEsF08WkaZVqow/s800/Freeciv%20Save%20Game.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="600" data-original-width="800" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhCJpTqddzzcULn-mGidXJLz_PpkogcKlEb612Xtq01Jd9PX-3qsxGyhvZXfiOjTh2K0gBKMgm8VFRdbJ0yiloDsifhh9Ov6zsByJrtp9qONiBpWIJYDFcL7eUuAkC9QNckFwvq8pWaTmkZ7k9viNiUexJFfCCxqOp8DRupvXYVl5QjzEsF08WkaZVqow/s320/Freeciv%20Save%20Game.png" width="320" /></a></div>Ok while the topic sounds complex, really it isn't.<br /><br /><a href="http://freeciv.org/" target="_blank">Freeciv</a> is an open source game that "works similar" to the Sid Meyers game of Civilization, typically version 2.<br /><br />While there are versions on the web, and more advanced ports of the game, I like having my game here on my own computer. I run <a href="http://www.debian.org" target="_blank">Debian Linux</a>, almost exclusively, but it also runs on just about every other operating system out there including Windows, Mac OSX, BSD, and even OS/2 has an implementation of it. <br /><br />It's also a massive time sink. I stopped playing it just before lockdown and COVID but recently revisited it since I realized that I was spending about as much time avoiding it as I used to play it. <br /><br />May as well come back.<br /><br />Except ...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8t1QTukrzUFnml_WoJ4Ge5sknbEOBVE84oMRdPdUx5FVQeWyHtCAa0TTswVVMOKGfNRIzui2gablQeUNTWCjqfOshmZ4rWuPARHpoyFAQyXMFe3_pUIsx6FLdWWhnqg66LmsRNaPijmMheOXPB2hC2a-FwEuC237xX1H2FFb3UYaMZbWTMr8PzW585c/s553/Freeciv%20Is%20Sorry.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="534" data-original-width="553" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi8t1QTukrzUFnml_WoJ4Ge5sknbEOBVE84oMRdPdUx5FVQeWyHtCAa0TTswVVMOKGfNRIzui2gablQeUNTWCjqfOshmZ4rWuPARHpoyFAQyXMFe3_pUIsx6FLdWWhnqg66LmsRNaPijmMheOXPB2hC2a-FwEuC237xX1H2FFb3UYaMZbWTMr8PzW585c/s320/Freeciv%20Is%20Sorry.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />When I launched the game, I got the dreaded "Sorry" message. From what I have read, it's connected to how your local computer talks through a firewall to a remote server. In this case, that is the game server, which in my case runs on this machine. The game client, with which you interact refuses to start a server automatically and you get the messages that flash up on the status bar at the bottom ending with "You'll have to start one manually. Sorry."<br /><br />Frustrating but here is how to get around that.<br /><br />1 Launch your Freeciv Client if not started.<br />2 Launch your Freeciv Server, manually, if not started.<br />3 Within the Freeciv Client, select "Connect to Network Game"<br />4 You will then drop into the game start dialogue. Go conquer something.<br /><br />Now... you do your thing, and save your game. How do you reclaim your last game after some time?<br /><br />Assuming you saved your game as "b.sav.xz", and it sits somewhere you know where you put it. Assuming you are me on Linux (I don't do Windows) and took the defaults the file will be saved at /home/bill/b.sav.xz ...<br /><br />1 Launch your Freeciv Client if not started.<br />2 Launch your Freeciv Server, manually, if not started.<br />3 Select the Freeciv Server and enter this string on the command line:<br /> load /home/bill/b.sav.xz<br />4 When you hit enter, the scroll will inform you that it has accepted your save file and will change to that save. It may be at the beginning of your turn, so assume that you can do the save cheat here, but it also may not. <br />5 Switch back to your Freeciv Client, and select "Connect to Network Game". Your game will be on your machine name. Mine is //caribou.<br />6 You will be presented with the resume dialogue and you can now select "Start".<br />7 Welcome to that last turn you were at. Go conquer something.<p></p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF66-jD7wBXrVz8AWljcE5EqK6ayr4OJJz6RHt1jE-x7WIpNor-Px3Z2U1TIiCxKCEbTotrgCHX6uf9wkbvGWWckPWxd-FTpPlFPQOY9ZrYsdqlrKLVkO0D1UniL7sxvbzOtgEEUPSOAzO2ZLdX0UfOcte8jomMD0F8etuRexf6IaIVoKXJZCp6VJQfQ/s800/Freeciv%20Server%20Load%20Game.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="445" data-original-width="800" height="178" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibF66-jD7wBXrVz8AWljcE5EqK6ayr4OJJz6RHt1jE-x7WIpNor-Px3Z2U1TIiCxKCEbTotrgCHX6uf9wkbvGWWckPWxd-FTpPlFPQOY9ZrYsdqlrKLVkO0D1UniL7sxvbzOtgEEUPSOAzO2ZLdX0UfOcte8jomMD0F8etuRexf6IaIVoKXJZCp6VJQfQ/s320/Freeciv%20Server%20Load%20Game.png" width="320" /></a></div><p></p><br />Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-2755630751521221772024-01-21T09:08:00.000-05:002024-01-21T09:08:05.902-05:00How do cars work out? They pickup trucks<p>Being in Florida as long as I have been, I can totally see this happening. I just wish I had a pond, they can be entertaining to watch... for "reasons"!<br /><br /> <br /><br />The pond<br /><br />An elderly man in Florida had owned a large farm for many years. He had a large pond in the back.<br /><br />It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, horseshoe courts, and some orange, and lime trees. One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond, as he hadn't been there for a while, and look it over.<br /><br />He grabbed a five-gallon bucket to bring back some fruit. As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee.<br /><br />As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.<br /><br />He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.<br /><br />One of the women shouted to him, 'we are not coming out until you leave!'<br /><br />The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked..'<br /><br />Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed the alligator.'<br /><br />Some old men can still think fast…</p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974376477628696344.post-54328542854280904402024-01-20T09:39:00.000-05:002024-01-20T09:39:31.627-05:00She got her good looks from her father who is a plastic surgeon<p> Living in South Florida gives you a strange outlook on life. That topic that I am using as a joke has been used "In Private" in my presence more times than I care to count.<br /><br />I can say the same about Los Angeles and the big Northeastern Cities too.<br /><br /><br /><br />And speaking of using help...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />A chicken farmer went to a local bar<br /><br />He sat next to a woman, and ordered a glass of champagne. The woman perked up and said, “How about that? I just ordered a glass of champagne, too!”<br /><br />“What a coincidence,” the farmer said, “This is a special day for me. I’m celebrating.”<br /><br />“This is a special day for me, too, and I’m also celebrating!” said the woman.<br /><br />“What a coincidence,” said the farmer. As they clinked glasses, he added, “What are you celebrating?”<br /><br />“My husband and I have been trying to have a child for years, and today, my gynecologist told me I’m pregnant!”<br /><br />“What a coincidence,” said the farmer. “I’m a chicken farmer, and for years all my hens were infertile, but today, they're all laying fertilized eggs.”<br /><br />“That’s incredible,” said the woman. “How did your chickens become fertile?”<br /><br />“I used a different rooster,” the farmer replied.<br /><br />The woman smiled and said, “What a coincidence!”<br /><br /></p>Billhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10067253458232904468noreply@blogger.com0