Silicon Valley Redneck

Ongoing crud is ongoing.

Still having low-grade upper respiratory symptoms, plus vaguely low SpO₂ (unless I think about breathing) and a fevery feeling without the actual fever.

And, of course, an incidental headache.

Much napping; not much productivity.

Maybe I'll make a start on a small chicken shelter this evening.  Cut some pieces of 1x3, glue & screw into a rather basic 23" wide frame, let the glue dry overnight, apply sealer to the wood, attach ½" pipe flanges to the bottoms of the corners, glue a piece of vinyl-coated aluminum to the top, and Bjorn Stronginthearm's your uncle.  To deploy, screw in pipe legs of suitable length and plop down somewhere shade might be needed.  We should probably have a couple of these.

(Turns out gen-u-wine plumbing-type iron pipe nipples of furniture-leg length are expensive at the home-improvement center.  The same nominal thing, but certified only for steampunk-furniture applications, is decently cheap on Amazon.)

Another thing b0rked

Just called in to a conference call.  Ibex, Ubex, WeAllBex.  Dial number, wait for prompt, punch in 8-digit code.

The robot tells me I entered an invalid code.  Wait, did it say the first digit twice?  I don't think I hit the first digit twice.  My phone shows the right code, with nothing doubled.

Try again.  Again, invalid... but this time the robot reads it back with the fifth digit doubled.  My phone doesn't show anything doubled.

Once more unto the breach... third time's the charm.

Is my phone sending too-long DTMF digits?  Was the robot listening for too-short digits?  Were there line glitches that caused the robot to hear breaks in the DTMF bursts?  (Really, a DTMF receiver/parser should apply reasonable timing constraints that would prevent double-hearing incoming digits.)

Now I remember...

... the other Tuesday-ugh thing.

I'd missed a bunch of voicemails earlier this month.  Seems my phone had somehow spontaneously changed my voicemail alert from the mail siren from The Addams Family* back to the default soft pling! that's used every day or so for stupid notifications, such as Google Photos having found a thing that in some way resembles another thing.  When I check to see what the pling! was about, there's invariably a stupid notification, so I clear it and don't dig deeper.

... Funny, though, I hadn't been seeing the voicemail icon in the status bar.  Maybe the default voicemail app now has notifications b0rked?  (Wouldn't surprise me a bit.  Technical competence at Weimar Google seems to have deteriorated greatly the past few years, and it hadn't exactly been great in the years before that.)

 

* With John Astin; accept no substitutes!

Slightly less ugh.

Most of yesterday's crud has dissipated, and if I sit up straight and think about breathing I can get my SpO₂ out of the "almost worry" range and almost back to really-normal.

Still having focus issues, but I did manage to get some long-overdue mowing in.  It's amazing how out-of-control a patch of grass can get in a fortnight in August around here.

Maybe I can do some thinky work this afternoon.  I owe ToasterCo some serious progress.

Ugh.

Mostly in zombie mode today.  Got some sort of crud.  Not useful for much.

The chickens have decided that the coop is their safe place when it starts getting dark and the cicadas are baying at the Moon.  Getting them back out in the morning is another question, but this time we didn't put any food in there with them, so perhaps by morning they'll be hungry enough to come out once the door is open.

I may need to modify the coop so one of the walls swings out for access to the interior.  When I designed it with the swing-up roof, I didn't really figure the overall height, nor the height of the pen's roof.  So, getting to the interior by way of the roof requires both a stepladder and a bit of extra height for the anti-eagle netting.

There was something else I meant to write, but that I somehow managed to forget already.  Must be time for sleep.

Ah, the contradictions.

It's widely reported that the FBI raid on Mar-a-Lago caught Trump red handed, personally flushing incriminating documents down the toilet, while at the same time being in New Jersey.  Apparently he has the power of bilocation.  And has never heard of a shredder, nor learned that some things aren't flushable.  (One would think that someone with such a long and storied history of shady dealings would have long since mastered the art of destroying the evidence.)

And one of the items seized during the search was allegedly his current passport, either because it was evidence of something or to keep him from fleeing to exile at his 12-hectare secret dacha outside Anapa*.  Anonymous sources deny that any passports were seized, but apparently he has proof.

I can't keep track of all the weirdness.  It's pretty clear that the raid was a combination fishing expedition and propaganda op, creating vast new opportunities for rumor-mongering if not for the eternally-promised prosecution for something-or-other.  ("Show me the man and I'll show you the pic-a-nic basket!" - Lavrentiy Beria's cousin Iogiy.)

 

* Remember, you heard it here first!

Vollendet das ewige Werk!

The li'l dinosaurs didn't have a proper crew of full-time giants building it for them, so it fell way behind schedule, but 'tis done.

Yeah, still many details.  The wire that holds up the bird-netting roof needs to be better tensioned and/or better supported.  I need to install the cover for the litter-tray slot.  They need some extra little shelters (leaving the table and chair in there for them isn't really part of the plan).  And I should add a few more zip-ties, and go around nipping the tails off all the ties.  We got them a shade tree, but it needs a few more months in its pot before I plant it where voracious little critters have access to it (or maybe I can stick it in the ground, and put wire around it.)

We finally put them out around midday on Saturday.  They're taking time to adjust to life in the big blue room, but they are gradually adjusting, and learning how to get in and out of their coop.  So far, Joy has had to put them into the coop, one by each, in the evening, and then one of us has had to extricate them likewise in the morning... though this morning I abandoned two holdouts in the coop, and an hour or so later they'd found their way out.

My attempt to provide them with nice lush green ground cover to destroy was unsuccessful: the first two attempts yielded, basically, bumper crops of nasty weeds (including some poisonous types), and, while the last attempt was more successful, the clover and grasses weren't properly established before the appointed time for putting the critters out.  What little is there, they're eating in a hurry.  I think I need to acquire some largish, shallow planters (probably the saucers for large pots) and plant greens in those, let them get started in a protected setting, then put them in the containment facility.

 

As you can see, the coop isn't stylish: it's neither the Chicken Hut of Bubba Yaga (on R. Crumb-style human feet) nor the Super Coop of Henry Cabot Henhouse III.

 

Next construction project: a pier extending out over the pond.  A much bigger project, but not terribly complex.  Lotsa pressure-treated 4x4s and 2x6es.  And I gotta get us on the well company's calendar, and see about getting some fishies for stocking the pond once it's properly filled up - the state hatcheries used to do that, for a nominal charge, and maybe still do, but I'm not clear on the details.

 

Oh, yes: Wagnerian reference in title.

 

Addendum:  The run is 16x40 feet, because (as Bill Gates claims he never said) 640 square feet ought to be enough for anyone.

Further afterthought:  We should be having some rain later in the week.  Another new experience for them!  I should probably come up with some provision for a permanently-installed waterer in the coop, and some reasonable approach to making food available during inclement weather.  Maybe things poking through the wall opposite the nest boxes?  They don't seem concerned about the cows; I guess they figure the cats in the big blue room are much bigger than the ones in the kitchen.  They do seem worried about noisy dogs.

Maybe we should set up the game camera to see who sneaks out of the woods during the night.

Busy day.

Busy, busy, busy.

Part of the urgent mowing done.

Chickens moved to their new quarters.

Chickens are very unsure about their new quarters.  They have to learn about new concepts like big hot yellow thing in the ceiling, and hide in the shade to keep cool.  Also, new adult-sized feeder and waterer, which are unfamiliar.

They did attack the poor little grass sprouts for a while.

Joy put them in the coop - they seemed unclear on the concept of climbing the stairs, as well as the concept of that thing up there is the new sleeping quarters.  Having been put in the coop, they seem afraid to leave it, which is a bit of a problem being as how the food dispenser and the main water supply are under the coop, not in it.

I had to make an emergency hardware-store run for a big long hangy-hook so as to be able to suspend a smallish hanging waterer (purchased earlier) inside the coop.

Anyway, gotta run now.  Tomorrow's busy too.

Many ouch. Pics and details to follow.

Scratches.  Sore muscles.  Dozens of wasp stings (no systemic reaction, whew).  More'n a suggestion of sunburn.

After far too many weeks of building the pieces of a modular chicken coop in the factory... well, garage... Joy and I transported the pieces to their destination, bolted the base to what passes for a foundation, and set about bolting on all the other bits.  There were a few glitches, but in general terms it went together pretty well and decently quickly.

Then, 'twas time to put the wire on the fence.  (I'd held off on that in case we had to resort to using the tractor during coop installation/assembly.)  Two feet of ½" hardware cloth at the bottom (partially buried in the ground), topped by four feet of 1" chicken wire.  Over the top of all this, bird netting supported in the middle by a thin piece of stainless wire rope held up in turn by an 8' pole at each end.

Lots and lots of UV-resistant zip ties....

And apparently our activities honked off vast numbers of at least two species of wasp (vaguely 1.5mm and 3mm long, respectively).  Angry little buggers they were, as well as numerous.

Tomorrow morning, once the grass is somewhat dry: gotta mow the areas around the house, with an early focus on the back lawn and the orchard area, those being the areas closest to the pygmy dinosaur containment facility.

After the nearby lawn-mowing noise is over, we'll move the critters out there and let them get settled in.

Other fiddly details... gotta make arrangements for keeping a waterer in the coop so's they can have a drink while they're locked up for the night.  And, there's a cover for the litter-tray slot; that needs some specific screws to attach it (M5, button head, stainless, around an inch long), and they should be arriving Monday.  It's not a critical item until we have a storm blowing in from the North, as does occasionally happen.

Oh, and I need to put nesting pads in the nest boxes... and put the nest boxes in the coop.  Details.  Plus add a prop for holding the roof up when it's opened for maintenance, and add a restraining chain or cable or some such to keep the nest-box door from falling much below horizontal when opened.

Another tool misplaced

I know I used to have a file card, but it doesn't seem to have gotten unpacked.

No, not an SD card.  Nor a 3x5 card.  A file card is a tool for cleaning files.

No, not like BleachBit.  A physical tool for cleaning debris out of the teeth of the sort of files that are used for removing small amounts of metal, wood, etc.

Anyway, I was using a rotary burr, which I think was intended for use on metal, to form cavities in a painted piece of wood.  It needed its teeth cleaned frequently.

I ended up using a dental-type pick thingy.

New file card is on order, which you know will cause at least one to turn up in a drawer or moving box almost immediately.

Vanishing hardware

Surprising what goes out of fashion, isn't it?

Like the once-common flat-head Philips wood screw.

They're included as bundled fasteners with all manner of hinges, latches, and so on... but should you need a different length, or find that one of the made-in-China provided screws is defective, good luck finding what you need at the corner hardware store, or the big home-improvement center.  Heck, good luck even finding the category.

The new hotness for fastening bits of wood together is the deck screw and variations thereof.  Which, indeed, is technically superior to the old-fashioned wood screw, but they're not made in small sizes, nor short lengths, besides which the head geometry is wrong for those hinges and such.

Ah, well.  Back to work.

Addendum:  What, you may ask, can be wrong with those made-in-China, included-with-product screws?  Well... sometimes the drive socket is clogged with stray metal.  Sometimes it seems to be designed for a metric Philips driver, somewhere between a #1 and a #2.  Very often, the driver cams out all too easily - perhaps a geometry problem.  And sometimes the steel(?) is outrageously soft, leading to stripped heads.  Mass-producing the humble wood screw in volume, with any sort of quality control, does require some degree of attention to detail.

Some people don't spend enough time around Wobblies.

Spotted here:

Would the FBI and DOJ do such a thing? Aren’t they “above” politics?

Above politics?  The FBI?  Really?

The FBI has been political since before it was the FBI.  Palmer Raids, anyone?

But it developed a mighty public-relations department, in partnership with Hollywood, and so its public image these many years has been well polished - despite any actual goings-on.

Start digging, and you'll most assuredly find a long trail of corruption.  (LBJ, trust, pecker, pocket: think maybe the Praetorian Guard had a role?)

Addendum:  Mark Meuser expands on this crumb thusly:

For 48 years, J. Edgar Hoover used the offices of the FBI to create political intelligence reports that were given to the president. It did not matter if you were a Republican or a Democrat; Hoover misused his power to benefit the president so that the president would ensure that the FBI expanded its scope, budget, and authority.

Which sounds right.  As long as the voters elect an Approved Candidate, i.e., one of whom the Praetorian Guard approves (and on whom the Guard presumably already has usable dirt wherewith to keep him in line), all's cozy.  If the voters get all uppity and elect a non-approved candidate, the whole system falls apart.

More good news for the ruling class!

Israeli researchers have reportedly developed a method of creating mouse embryos from stem cells.  (Also, they seem to have developed a rudimentary uterine replicator, making this a Bujold double-header in the works!)

House Bharaputra is ready to run with this, and to take it to humans, proposing to create, in effect, clone embryos to act as perfectly compatible organ donors.

Coming soon: full-body clone transplants, for the brains of the very wealthy and very well connected.

Book your trips to Jackson's Whole now!

Meanwhile, in opposite-land

Spotted here:

Summers said:

“Yes, wages did go up half a percent last month. But that’s about a 6% annual rate, and inflation has run at about 9% over the last year. I think our core problem, which is that we have an unsustainably overheated economy that’s leading to high inflation, which is cutting people’s paychecks, that, unfortunately, has not been addressed by the news in this report … So, I’m glad to see it, and it brings good news to a large number of families. But I’m afraid we’re still in the kind of unbalanced situation that you and I have been talking on — talking about on this show for quite a long time.”

Er... hello?

If the economy is overheated, shouldn't it be busily producing a lot of goods and services?  As opposed to there being increasing shortages of just about everything?

Apparently this is some new meaning of the term "overheated" which had previously escaped me.

Afterthought:  We've had two consecutive quarters of decline in the dollar-denominated GDP, despite inflation and all the print'n'spend.  This points to actual production being even worse.  Doesn't sound like an overheated economy to me, more like Carboniferous Monetary Theory at work:

But, though we had plenty of money, there was nothing our money could buy,
And the Gods of the Copybook Headings said: 'If you don't work you die.'

Only, of course, most of us don't have plenty of money.

Monday morning dose of stupid

Of oh so many to choose from....

Linkedin sent me an e-mail.  Looked like something to pay attention to.  I clicked on the link.

Oops!  Not logged in, on account of the browser screwup having tossed my cookies.  Look up the ancient password for that low-security site, and log in.

Oops!  That old password isn't long enough.  Can't log in with an existing password that doesn't meet the current standards!

I suppose I'll try to sort it out eventually.  Hey, guys?  The time for enforcing password standards is when the user is entering a new password.  Not when he's trying to log in with an old password.  Yeesh.

This is like the old "unable to open, rename, or delete that existing file because there's an invalid character in the file name" gotcha.