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...forums really slow again tonight. No Bad Gateway errors though (at least not yet).
Kind of unnerving as I get a long anti clockwise swirly which also occurs when Chrome flakes out on me requiring a system reboot.
I've had a few errors, including ones that said I was blocked (couldn't read much of the text because it was overlaid on other things. Clearly I was not actually blocked.
Complaint: Rain, today, tomorrow, and through next Wednesday.
Non-complaint: I'm glad I had my grocery shopping mini-adventure yesterday while the sun was shining.
Next scheduled mini-adventure will be a trip to the dentist week after next. Yay?
'Nother non-complaint: My neighbor in the other half of the house dropped in yesterday afternoon to lift my air-conditioner from the floor and set it into the window. Yay, I'm prepared for summer.
Complaint: Upon examination I noticed that despite the A/C being stored within the house during the winter, the air-conditioner vents were peppered with little spots of black mold.
Had to find my Lysol spray, and wipe it all down. Looks much better now.
I'm on my way to pick my glasses I ordered a week ago on my Tuesday.
@LeatherGryphon
I dread to think what's coming, but I'm pretty sure I have it sussed correctly, and if I have then I want no part of it!
@SfariahD
Out of pure curiosity, I'd probably invite it in for a cup of tea and a chin-wag!
Non-complaint: Automatically translated captions: Some of my best laughs during the day are the mis-translations on YouTube. Today I stumbled across the first episode of the 1949 TV western "The Lone Ranger" featuring the hero and his faithful Indian companion Tonto. I had no problem understanding the voices but had the captions turned on anyway, and out of habit kept glancing at it. After several seemingly humerous errors in a row, I started paying more attention to them, and just then the narrator came in and his voice started to describe the scene, saying "... the Lone Ranger and Tonto ...". But the caption was "... the Lone Ranger in Tahoe ..."
I'm not sure whether the caption algorithm meant the automobile or the mountain ski resort.
Last night, as I was lying in bed trying to get to sleep, I went on a little mental excursion where I imagined what name I would take if I chose to change my name to something that better reflected who I am than the name I was born with. For whatever reason, the first thing that popped into my mind was "Crash Bandicoot", which, apart from being ridiculous, isn't even accurate.
One day I picked up a copy of Nylon Magazine and just decided, "this should actually be my name".
I am feeling better now. Just waiting for my voice to return to normal.
Sounds like a hobbit name.
I had a strange dream. There were some time jumping. I was in the future in an alternate timeline. Actually not the future but time was mixing together. I was my variant. I had suppressed powers. I was stuck in a group home. I was trying to figure out how I got there.
My abilities started to bleed out. I started levitating up and down. Then I was moving only by levitating. Then I left the group home and tried searching for my old home before the group home.
I found it but the land was turned into a parking lot. I think it was for an apartment as there was a car that was ready to surprise somebody's daughter for getting her license.
I moved the cars around but there were some people who found me. Not sure who they were. I created a house and weaved them into the story of the house. It was a strange house. It had 3 stories, actually 4 stories but no way to get to the 4th story.
I kept those people captive until they found my weakness. I think it was vodka or something else? One of the guys tricked me into drinking the drink that was my weakness. As it did something to me, I tried to tie them up into beds, but that gave them powers. They escaped the beds, but used the powers on the third level to uncover some fraud case. I think it dealt with car insurance.
Then I woke up.
"...Then I woke up" Are you sure?
I'm awake. I can sit still in my dreams but not in real life. I'm in a Sunday bible study, but having difficulty sitting still while everyone one else seem to be able to sit down still. Nobody else seems to be as agitated as me.
It is a dark dreary morning.
Um
what was I going to write here? I accidentally did a triple post. I think I have some story ideas.
Complaint: Rain. Yeah, yeah, I knew it was coming and I had made hay while the sun shone, but I feel good and restless and want to get outside in the Spring warmth again, but it's raining.
Non-complaint: At night I'm already sleeping with the window open, listening to night noises in the coolness. Not yet time for the A/C, but at least it's been installed into the window for the season. Today though, I want to toddle on up to the local small grocery store/meat market to stock up on a little more hamburg, chicken breasts, and ham. I get boneless ham that is packed in those large 3 or 4 inch diameter tubes about a foot long and then cut it up into eight approximately one pound chunks, put them in Ziplock bags, then freeze 'em. I also get the hamburg in big quantities and divide it into approximately 3/4 to 1 pound Ziplock bags. Same for chicken breasts. Frozen portions like that make it cheaper, more convenient and efficient to plan my weekly meals. I did buy some hamburg at the big grocery in the city last week, but the chicken breasts looked to be sloppily cut and not the same as what the local store offers and seemed much more expensive. I don't know why the local store meat seems cheaper & better, but it does. Perhaps it's the local butcher's less volume that he has to deal with every day. Perhaps he has more time to do it properly? And perhaps the local butcher isn't constrained by big store policies on which source the meat comes from? I did get some hamburg and chicken breasts at the big city store but they didn't carry the particular brand of big tubes of boneless ham that I usually get. The weather report on the Internet predicts two hours of non-rain between 11:00 and 1:00, so perhaps today, between raindrops, I'll toddle up to the local grocery. Yeah, that's the ticket..., a micro-adventure with a risk of getting wet.
Oh, the excitement of it all.
You can't just sit still. You have to sit still and look pretty. And that is easy to do. You just have to make sure everybody, who is watching, is sitting in the exact same position they would be in if they were watching TV. If they stand up, you stand up. If they jump, you jump. If one is standing while another is sitting then just get out of there before they realize you've stolen their formula for Tyrian Purple.
Complaint: High of 80 degrees today. Ick.
non-complaint: Managed to get our walk in as eoon as the sun came up and it was distinctly cooler.
Complaint: my new power bank doesn't have as big of battery storage as my older power bank.
i could return it, but I got a better idea! My boyfriend has a spare ps5 game controller that I hope works with my fire tv. I could trade him the new power bank with a usb c cable and wall plug for his extra ps5 controller. That would be easier than trying to return the new one. At least easier for me.
Non-complaint: Meat Market Managed: Well, that worked out well.
Rain stopped about 10 minutes to 11:00AM, I changed out of my sweats into my street clothes, toddled the two blocks to the grocery/meat market, picked up a couple of chicken breasts & a half of a ham tube that I'll cut into 5 approx. 1 pound chunks. Got a pound or so of grapes, some more apples, a bottle of Crisco oil and then toddled myself home. I was going to get some hamburg too but I didn't want to add six more pounds to my carry-home load. And again, I verified that I have only about four blocks of walking in me on any one day when carrying anything. Ug.
Weather looked threatening but the only part of me that got wet was the bottoms of my shoes.
Now it's rainin' again.
May the Fourth be with you all!
...complaint
I like to leave my windows open at night when it's nice as well. However living in the middle of the city many of the sounds that filter in are often less than pleasant. Like when someone who is stumbling drunk or high on some illicit substance is shouting up a tirade of profanities and whatnot at the top of their lungs. Or street racers with those mufflers on their cars (that make it sound like it had a bad bout with a 7 layer burrito) revving their engines at the stoplight below. Finally there are the "Cars That Go Boom" (actually the title of a song) with subwoofers which are turned up so high that all the joints start rattling (I often expect to see them end up like The "Bluesmobile" in the end of the Blues Brother's film).
Then again, the trade-off is so much is within only a few blocks walk instead of an hour or so transit ride (with multiple connections) away. Crikey, one Uber fare here would set me back what 4 - 5 days worth of groceries would cost.
Ah yes...
...yep, that's tjhe one.
The first time I ever heard a "car that went boom", i was in Honolulu in 1988. A freind and I were on the 16th floor of the hotel and were starled by a loud and deep "booming" sound I opened the balcony door to find out it was coming from the street below where cars were stopped fr a red light.. . It was so loud it was actually rattling the balcony door.
That was 37 years ago.so it isn't a "new" craze.
At first we though a helicopter at nearby Fort DeRussy (which was a block behind our hotel on Kalakaua Ave) was having troubles.
Hmm. Seems a pretty high price in terms of 'Quality of Life' to pay for things to be 'local'. There are all sorts of trade-offs and not every plan works out as expected. We went for a slightly different plan. We live in an outlying village, about 2 miles from the centre of our local town - in extremis it's in walking distance, but walking on the straight [Roman] road the traffic is horrendous, and on other routes the distance balloons taking up to 90 minutes each way. We're far enough out to feel like the countryside, but when we moved here, there was a good bus service.
20 years on, no busses, and a 15 minute walk to the nearest one. The high street is now very poor compared to what it was, but deliveries - well we seem to be able to get almost everything now. From take-away food to groceries. The grocery deliveries cost £1 if booked for 8:30pm or later, meaning it's cheaper to have deliveries than the cost of getting us to the supermarket to then spend over an hour shopping in a cramped, busy supermarket.
There are other trade-offs living in an outer village. You wouldn't believe the problems caused by there only being one street in the village, and every house having a name, not a number. Deliveries are.. erratic on occasions. Then the houses cost more for the same size place and local taxes are higher.
Sounds like a nice answer for quality of life, but nothing stays the same and slowly but surely the local town is building on the green fields between the local town and our village. 11,000 houses are going up around the town in the next 5 years, about 1,500 on the green fields adjacent to our 60 house village. No new doctors, shops, schools, dentists, hairdressers, water supplies, sewers or general infrastructure. One single carriageway road has gone in, and will be the only access road for those 1500 houses. When the sound of building stops of an evening, we can all hear our wild birds again for a few hours.
Congestion is making us tend to stay at home, and have deliveries as it's cheaper, less frustrating and less depressing.
Related problems, different approaches, but no one seems to have a complete answer
Regards,
Richard
Sigh, just when I was beginning to think there was some hope for music in the future.
Whatever happend to thoughtful, cerebral songs like Purple People Eater, and They're Coming To Take Me Away, Ha Ha
But as I think back on it, the saving grace for those songs was the fact that, at the time, they were too early for MTV and the Internet. But there's always this.
So many clones!
Russian Rockettes.
I'm going home from my day center earlier because I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm pushing myself too much. Probably need to stay home tomorrow.
Non-complaint: When I look out of my kitchen window I look upon essentially an empty lot, but only because the house on that lot is far from the road and way up the hill, and out of view from my window. OK, so there's this "lawn" out there that in the spring is first covered with Forget-Me-Not flowers giving a beautiful light blue haze over the greenness of the lawn.
Now a few days later the Forget-Me-Nots are gone and have been replaced by Dandelions in full bloom and the lawn is a beautiful, densely polka-dotted quilt of yellow.
And soon, the area will be covered in white, whispy, fluff as the Dandelions go to seed. All pretty in their own way, but not necessarily a useful crop.
Regardless, the state of that lawn is much better than it was a few years ago when it was being used as a horse pen and the decorations on the lawn were big, brown, squishy, stinky and covered with flies of varying colors, size and meanness.
I accidentally did something that made it appear that my computer has a Trojan. I can't remember what I did because I wasn't paying attention.
I noticed that the Trojan alerts were labeled as Chrome only. I closed Chrome. The popups stopped. I opened a Chrome profile called Ziggy and the pop ups didn't appear. I restarted my computer. After it booted back up, I deleted the affected profile. I created the profile again. The Trojan alerts never came back. I am running my security suite provided by my Spectrum, my internet provider.
...yeah the sounds of the city can be annoying at times but having a major supermarket only three blocks instead of a major hike away is really nice. As I may have mentioned my place is small (very small) so not a lot of storage space, Think of an average hotel room with a kitchen (not much larger than a forward galley of a 737 passenger jet) as an "afterthought",
Here, ordering groceries comes with a heftier delivery charge unless you purchase 50 USD or more (depending on the store), My usual weekly grocery bill is around 30 USD and there are certain items I prefer to pick out myself like fresh produce & such.
Being in my 7th decade and moderately disabled, having convinces like grocery markets, shops, and several transit lines close by (3 street local trams almost outside my door) is a blessing that makes the "cons" of in city life a little more tolerable.