Well, supposedly, Planters Nuts are getting rid of Mr. Peanut. I think this is horrible. Back in my salad days I sent away for a plastic Mr. Peanut cup. I don't know what became of it. I'm really bummed out about this. He's always been there for me. He often would turn up in my yard and console me when I was feeling bad. Now, I've got to move on without him. I will admit the cup was a cheap plastic one.
Monday, January 20, 2020
Last Friday I had a nail removed from my tire. It's the fifth one in the last 12 months. I think that's an excessive amount of nails. I cannot figure out why there are so many nails on the roads. It's not like they have roofing on our highways. Yet the nail problem persists. This one was in the sidewall of my tire and couldn't be fixed. Fortunately I had road hazard protection and got a new tire.
Sunday, January 19, 2020
I had a live tree for Christmas and planted it in my yard after the festivities ended. The problem is this Arizona climate is hard on trees. I don't know if it'll make it. Evergreens are tough to tell if they're alive. They don't turn brown and look dead until they're really gone. That's not so with people. If someone died in my yard it would be obvious really soon. In just a few days that body would get bloated as the bacteria in the corpse give off gasses. Then the body would start to stink--really bad smell. That is not true with evergreens. They just sit there and look like a live tree even when they're not. Eventually, they turn brown and then you realize they're dead, but that comes months later.
Saturday, January 18, 2020
Well I broke down and finally got my car's airbags fixed. I've been getting recall notices forever on it. It's just that the dealer is so far away from my house and I hate sitting around car dealers all day. It literally killed an entire day to get this fixed. I guess I can crash into something safely now. Hah!
Friday, January 17, 2020
There's this paranormal show on telebision that I was watching the other day. I found myself wondering how I could hoax each segment. About 90% of the time I could figure out a way to hoax each segment within just a minute or so. And I wasn't even trying. Now I'm not saying most of this stuff was fake, just that it would not be difficult to fake it. I'm not sure why folks fake and hoax these things. Whether it's ghosts or UFOs or Bigfoot, a lot of this material is hoaxed. I don't know why people go to the trouble to fake this stuff. I really don't see what they get out of it. But a lot of this paranormal stuff is complete balderdash.
That's one reason why I rarely give talks about the Great 1897 Airship. I've spent years studying about this thing and consider it the most baffling event in American history. Yet, if I try and talk about it people just claim it's a hoax and dismiss it outright--without any basis to denounce it or me. And so I've kind of taken a step back and do not have any talks planned about it this year, even at science fiction cons. I'm just tired of pounding my head into walls. It's a shame as I think it's a story that needs to be told. I've read newspaper articles from the day. The California state legislature even held hearings on it. And I have serious problems with the very few books on the subject. But people don't want to hear it and I've got to decide how I want to proceed with this subject. The Airship wasn't done with fishing line or a fan out of the frame of a camera angle. It scared a lot of people, should not have existed based on the technology of the day, yet it has been completely forgotten by history because the dullard class just says "It's gotta be a hoax." The same dullard class that watches these stupid paranormal shows.
Thursday, January 16, 2020
I mentioned the other day I turned in my coin cup at Coinstar and got 40 bucks. Well, I've learned something else about these coin machines in grocery stores and some chain drugstores: people don't check the slot for rejected coins. Sometimes perfectly good coins get rejected. I've started checking them when I go to the store. I got 17 cents at Kroger yesterday and 50 cents at CVS two days ago. Caching!
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
When I was a little kid I always thought the garbage truck was way cool. At first they had guys hanging on who picked up the trash and tossed it in the hold. Then, they brought around these big green cans and the new garbage truck came by with a hydraulic arm. The driver could just scoop up the garbage can and dump it from inside the cab. I thought this was the coolest thing I'd ever seen.
I don't know why no one ever gave me a toy garbage truck to play with as a kid. I'd have been the happiest kid on earth. Although my mother noted I seemed to have a fascination with the garbage truck, no such garbage truck toy ever appeared underneath the Christmas tree. Mrs. Fitzgerald, my first grade teacher, used to tell us if we didn't learn in school we'd have to drive a garbage truck for a living. I always thought that sounded okay to me, although it never actually happened. I have wondered if I'd gotten a CDL and gotten on as a garbage truck driver how things would have been. I still think garbage trucks are cool.
So, for some reason, yesterday an ad popped up on some article I was reading on the Internet. It was trying to sell me a garbage truck toy. I don't know why. Then I discovered it cost about $100. No thank you. But, for at least a few seconds, I thought I might finally have a garbage truck to play with. Not happening. Still. . .
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
I've always believed owls don't hoot at night. A neighbor insists they do. We have an owl nearby and I've only heard it hoot during the daytime. I know they prefer to hunt at night and have the eyesight and hearing to be very good at it. They're also nearly silent, as their wings simply don't make noise. As it would happen, this morning, just around sunrise, an owl took out one of the local doves. Except it didn't have a clean kill. The dove was yelling some sort of dove distress chirp and the owl couldn't seem to get it to die. Finally, the owl flew away with the dove in its tendons. I know in the animal kingdom that's the way it works--you're predator or you're food. Still, it's a rather unpleasant exchange to awakwn to just outside your bedroom window.
Monday, January 13, 2020
I just tried the grocery pickup service run by the local Kroger affiliate, Fry's. I liked it, yet I have a certain guilt at the same time. Whilst sitting in my car and someone puts my order, all bagged and ready, into the trunk of my car, I feel guilty about it. Man was meant to claw and scrape and push through the crowds to hunt for the specials. Just having them bring me my stuff, that's not quite right somehow. I'm not sure what I'll do in the future.
I can't believe this is profitable. Stores have invested a lot of money to generate impulse buys by putting the fresh baked bread smell near the entrance and so on. They've also tried to make stores they require minimal manual labor to keep costs down. This drive up concept seems to run directly afoul to this.
Sunday, January 12, 2020
I went around the neighborhood two nights ago. Last summer I converted my electric yard light to a solar light by buying a solar light at Lowe's and putting it in the housing for my yard light. Now, gradually, my neighbors seem to be copying me and more and more solar yard lights are turning up. Go solar! Yay!
Saturday, January 11, 2020
Friday, January 10, 2020
I found two pennies today, right on the sidewalk. If I find another 98 I'll have a whole dollar. I've mentioned before that I still pick up coins--even pennies. Just last week I found a nickel. Some folks would ask why? A penny is nearly worthless. I agree. Yet I still pick them up and put them in my coin cup along with spare change I've gotten from purchases and other places. When it gets full I take it down and run it through the coin machine at the grocery store. It's what I do. Today my coin cup is now full and I'm going to go and redeem those coins for cash. I'll post how much I got tomorrow.
Thursday, January 9, 2020
My father said something odd yesterday. He said he might not be around for Christmas next year. Well, at 92 years old people do sometimes feel mortal. But this was odd for him. I didn't say anything. A minute or so later he said, "Space aliens might come and take me away." Well, this was very odd. If I said something like that it would shock no one as I'm known for bizarre nonsense, but coming from my father, well that was weird. But that's what he said.
"Have these aliens been in touch?" I asked. "Do you have a certain day in mind?"
"No, but you never know about stuff," was his response.
Well, that is quite true You never know about stuff. "I hope they give you time to pack," was all I had to answer to that conversation.
Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Tuesday, January 7, 2020
Someone was talking to me on the phone yesterday. I have no idea what language it was or what he wanted. I'm not even sure if the caller was actually a 'he'. It certainly was not Spanish or one of the middle Eastern tongues. That got me wondering: What if the caller was actually speaking gibberish and it was not my lack of understanding of his language but rather the fact it wasn't any language at all. Perhaps some mental patient got a hold of the phone at the asylum when the nurse took a break?
I listened to him for a few minutes and thought it odd there was no let up in this rambling discourse after two full minutes. I returned fire, babbling incoherently with my own gibberish language I was making up on the spot. The caller hung up after about 30 more seconds. What actually happened? I don't really know.
Sunday, January 5, 2020
Most of the holiday decorations for Christmas are down in my neighborhood. So much until next year. Coming up fast is Ground Hog Day. I love Ground Hog Day and encourage folks to eat sausage on February 2nd because sausage is made from ground hog. Surprisingly, the folks at Hallmark haven't really flooded the card shops with Ground Hog Day cards for people to send. That's a shame. There aren't even any colors associated with the holiday like orange for Halloween and green and red for Xmas. So, what we have is a holiday that needs a little work.
Way back a few years ago I wrote to the folks at Jimmy Dean sausage and tried to get them behind my idea of eating sausage for Ground Hog Day because sausage is made from Ground Hog. I never heard from them. They probably thought I was some kind of kook. I guarantee come February 2nd I'll be eating sausage. Maybe yellow lights for Ground Hog Day. You never see yellow lights for Xmas or Halloween.
Friday, January 3, 2020
I used to think nothing of the cold when I lived in Colorado. Since moving to Tucson I seem to had morphed into some kind of weather sissy. The last cold from that came through brought us down to 32 degrees.. Brrr. Turn up the heater was my response. What a sissy I've become. My old heavy coat from Colorado actually came out of the closet. Before, such temperatures would've brought out my lighter jacket. Not anymore. I've been acclimatized.