Month: September 2017
Tired. Sore. And whacked out to the point your where muscles start quivering. That’s what you get if you’re me and not some muscular 20-year-old guy who works on construction sites all day. Three-point-three-four tons. That’s the weight of 2.2+ yards of 7/8-inch concrete aggregate rock (which I’m not using for concrete aggregate, but as the base of the patio/cure for drainage problems). I still have a bit more of that to move, which is why no pix yet. But the guy with the handy-dandy mini-dump truck also hauled out a load of 3/4-minus driveway rock. With the driveway rock…
Well, maybe not joy, exactly. Maybe not even close. Yeah, not even. But I’ve been working outside for the last several days, driven by the pleasant September weather and the urgent understanding that this ain’t gonna last. Despite the sweat dripping into my eyes and the dirt on my hands and knees, it’s satisfying. I’ve shoveled and raked and poisoned and hammered. I’ve painted, hauled, trimmed, swept, pounded, wheelbarrowed, and just this afternoon was able to lay down plastic sheeting and landscape cloth behind the house where The Wandering Monk and I did our redneck earth moving last week. Tomorrow…
… please go here. Several readers in Irma’s path have been posting updates on that 9/7 thread. Since that’s already begun, I’m closing comments on this post and directing everybody back there so we can keep up with what’s happening with our blogfriends and Irma. So far there is a much nervous waiting going on. A lot of people fled from the southeast coast (Miami, Ft. Lauderdale) to take refuge on the west coast (Tampa, Ft. Myers., St. Petersburg). Others — including well-prepped readers of Living Freedom — stayed put on the west side because that was supposed to be…
Borepatch, who met him, has a remembrance. My ex-Significant Sweetie, Charles Curley, also knew and spoke highly of him (and made a brief appearance in one of his books). I was never a fan of either Larry Niven or Jerry Pournelle as solo authors, but together they wrote classic SF. He was a brilliant man, much respected. R.I.P., Dr. Pournelle.
You may have heard that Equifax, one of the three major credit bureaus, let cyberintruders steal data on at least 143 million of their “customers.” (What’s the proper word for people who are in a company’s database whether they want to be or not? “Ccustomer” doesn’t quite describe it.) If you go the the PR site Equifax has set up in response, you’ll find this “news” bolded at the very top: No Evidence of Unauthorized Access to Core Consumer or Commercial Credit Reporting Databases But the moment you dip into the actual statement text you get: The information accessed primarily…