Ace-Garageguy

Evil is real.

Love does not actually conquer all.

They're everywhere !!!

Special people who betray you lose the "special" classification.

Nothing yet...but give it time, just give it time...

That's surely one abused-looking little race car. If it was real, it'd make me sad to see that done to a '65 fastback, but at least it'll go out fighting...which is better than being abandoned to rot.

74F, 88% humidity now (8:15 AM), forecast high 89 with popup T-storms after 2:00 PM. Going for an early hike/walk, see if I can make some rehab progress on my left hip. But first 2 more cups of coffee.

Whatsamatta you? You don't like ads IN YOUR FACE?

Why only get paid once when you can double dip...and IF anyone notices, you just say "oops!".

Thanks for the heads-up on those.

Yup. I've never bought a new computer. They've all be either hand-me-downs from friends who just had to have the latest-greatest, or trade-in refurbs. Kinda like my approach to daily transportation. I refuse to pop for a tool that is designed to become obsolete, and computers are for the most part the textbook definition of planned-obsolescence. Closest I ever got to a new one was a build of a 95 machine from new components back when dinosaurs roamed the earth.

The only program I have any use for whatsoever on PBS comes on at 8:00 PM...H. Johnson's weekly Saturday night Jazz Classics produced right here in the big swampy ATL. It's worth a listen if you like real jazz from the '40s through now. Hear it here: https://onlineradiobox.com/us/wabe/ He's one of the coolest people I've ever met, has been doing the show since 1978, and is still going strong at 88.

Whatsamatta you? You don't like unnecessarily bloated code that's probably 5 times more complex than it needs to be to get the job done, and that you're forced to buy if you want to maintain factory "support" for all the bugs and glitches and security holes they left in it because they were in such a hurry to get it to market and MAKE you buy it? Support for Windows 10 ends in October, by the way.

Broke down and sprung for a new semi-decent Epson inkjet printer. I'll be having to supply printed wiring diagrams and service documentation for everything new in both the DeLorean and the '66 Chevelle...and it's a lot. My older Epson appears to have dried ink clogging the delivery passages from 2 of the ink cartridges to the head, and though it's probably fixable with a little applied patience, to jell with it for now. And I HAD to get a printer that had a hardwired option, and was compatible with my old Win7 machine where all my photos live. NOTE TO SELF: Print a few multicolor pages every week with the new one...

I spent much of the afternoon under the DeLorean on a creeper, putting the fuel tank and the forward parts of the cooling system back in. It's been a while since I've had to do much like that, and at first it was pretty painful and generally uncomfortable. But after about an hour it wasn't bad at all, and getting up and down got much easier. I'm done for the day and am pretty much pain free without any ibuprofen or aspirin. The take-away being, for ME at least, is that if I don't expect much of my body and act like I'm old, I start to rust up and FEEL old. Staying physically ACTIVE doing somewhat demanding work is, I firmly believe, a very large part of staying younger feeling and healthy. In other news, I've lost the ten pounds I gained sitting on my backside for 6 weeks with the broken ribs.

Song lyrics often make little sense.

We had some rain yesterday...

Ain't that the truth. Didn't HAVE to work today, but I was going in to the shop at about 9:30 in the cool to maybe get a little ahead, especially since next week is short. Here it is 12:21 and I'm still playing on the computer. More self discipline would seem to be in order. Ah well. There's still the hot sticky afternoon to work in. EDIT: You know...perhaps there's a clue here as to why most of my cars don't run and I don't "have time" to build models any more, ya think??? Now it's 12:31.

"Peace for our time" was the deluded hope of Neville Chamberlin in return for appeasement of the deranged mustachioed private.

This should be posted in the "thoughts and ideas that are forever true" or whatever it's called.

Apparently it is if my daily experience is anything to go by. But frankly, I'm beginning to believe the majority of the public are so dozy, they don't even notice when they're being screwed by idiocy and laziness.

Backwards-spelled and forwards-spelled-the-same words are called palindromes, and that phrase is very clumsy.

"Call Bob" said my AI virtual assistant, but I don't know anybody named Bob.

"Good Vibrations" was a Beach Boys song that was almost orchestral in its complexity.

Great project. I purchased a Cox body to do the self-same thing.