Project 313 – Post No. 040

We go to the gym five days a week. It used to be six, but it got a bit much. Five seems a better fit for our current life. The gym is an interesting place. Not the gym in a general sense, but the specific gym we go to. 

First of all, it’s a serious gym. People are there to work out so you don’t see people sitting at the equipment with their eyes glued to their phone or chatting away with someone for ten minutes in between doing a half-assed rep. I mean, you occasionally see that, but it’s rare. 

Many of the “regulars” there are built. By that, I mean that both men and women sport serious muscles. They split into various groups. One group are people who are naturally big. There are two subgroups within that group . . . the ones who are big and “heavy” and the ones who are big and mostly muscle. The heavy are people who one might classify as overweight. I wouldn’t call them obese because while they sport obvious layers of fat, it’s evenly distributed atop impressive muscle groups. The others are big people who are very lean and what you see is primarily muscle. 

The muscular women tend to be on the lean side as opposed to the heavy side. Some are bodybuilders. There are a lot of guys who are bodybuilders and they occasionally practice posing for upcoming shows, a trainer telling them how to adjust their poses. They are usually in their underwear. It’s interesting, but I have to try to not laugh or at least not make it obvious I’m laughing. That’s because they could easily rip me limb from limb should they take offense. 

Another group is composed of “regular” size people who built a lot of muscle on a smaller skeletal frame than the big people. They may not be as tall or as large, but they are as serious about putting on muscle as the big guys and gals. To my eyes, they look . . . odd. Not ugly or gross or misshapen, but the proportions are a bit off. A few of them have the physiology to carry their muscles in a way that seems natural, but many seem as if they would have trouble performing tasks that involve a lot of flexibility. I mean, they are flexible in terms of the exercises they do, but muscles can only compress so far . . . think Ralphie’s brother dressed up for winter.

Not that I sit and think about it, but certain hygienic tasks would seem outside their reach. Then again, I’m not there when they shower or do . . . er . . . other business. 

Side note: few people who use the gym shower there. I don’t know what’s up with that. The only thing I can think of is that they don’t sweat as much as I do. No way would I want to get in my car with my workout clothes as they are usually very hydrated. 

The remainder comprises a group that’s more diverse. “Regular” people all of them but with various degrees of fitness. Some are remarkably strong but without carrying around as many muscle pounds. Some are lean and their strength is not measured by on much they can lift but on the fact that they can do 20+ chin-ups without breaking a sweat. 

For them who are curious, being 65, I don’t go out to build a lot of muscle. That’s left-over from my racquetball days. I want endurance, flexibility, and enough muscle to handle the stuff I might be called upon to do, like lifting bags of groceries. That said, I carry a bit more muscle now than I did when I played racquetball. 

My workout — depending on the day — involves a few floor exercises, some free weights, a range of machines, and rowing. Sometimes I swap bike riding for the rowing, but rowing gives me a better workout. Step climbing makes me sweat more, but it only works my legs. Thirty minutes of rowing nets me about 370 calories. I mean, that’s what the machine says, but who knows how accurate that is. Regardless, that’s about 70-80 calories more than using the bike or the stepper. 

So, I mentioned showers are not used very much . . . however, the locker room sees a fair amount of traffic but it’s mostly people using the facilities and guys who spend a good portion of time looking at themselves in the mirror. There is a lot of looking in the mirror. I don’t know if the women do the same thing, but I assume so. 

A lot of the people also come into the locker room to grab various supplements from their lockers and mix them with water. Different powders and stuff that have to do with whatever diet they are following to build muscles. Occasionally, when two of the people are in there at the same time, discussions might ensue as to the benefit of this or that supplement. 

One other interesting thing with nearly all of the guys . . . the word “fuck” is incorporated into whatever they are discussing at the rate of roughly one every three to seven words. This is not done in anger, mind you, or even for emphasis, but rather as part of normal conversation. It’s like if they have a quota to fill and, by golly, they’re not going to come up short.

. . . it kind of makes me feel superior until I remember that it’s possible all these people suffer from Tourette syndrome. 

And now, the photo:

Project 313 040

I did this treatment in honor of the flowing lava that’s creating new land even as I write this. I couldn’t quite get the look I wanted but it’s close to what I intended. 

I’m writing this a few days ahead of time and barring anything truly catastrophic having happened between now and the time this goes live, I’m probably still unaffected by the eruptions. I mean, we might have slightly more Vog, but it hasn’t been overly noticeable. 

I do feel for the people going through the ordeal and especially suffering the uncertainty of where the lava might break through next. 

As for today’s cartoon, I’ve often wondered what Romeo looked like (not!) and Mr. Boffo finally lets me know. 

Weird that most people are probably familiar with the reference of Joliet . . . even without the representation of a jail cell. Were I more intrepid, I’d look up why the place is so entrenched in the lexicon. Perhaps they make really nice license plates. 

Another GIF offering. I actually don’t have many left and might soon have to wield the Note 8’s stylus and create more. For now, Errant Paths Without Destinations.

Errant Paths Without Destinations

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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Drawing stuff with Infinite Painter

This will be quick . . . I think. 

So, I’ve yet to take any of the classes I have available to me or watch any of the thousands of drawing tutorials available on the InterWeb.  

I mean, I will but . . . oh, heck; I’m an engineer by training and nature. I like to tinker. I mean, there’s little I’m good at, but the way people get good at stuff is by doing. So, when I have some minutes and I want to relax, I pick up my Note 8 and I start doodling. 

My readers have seen some of my doodlings. For instance, this is a recent one:

the original doodle

Well, that’s not what I posted on a recent Project 313 offering. I posted this version:

Dark Forces Taint The Canvas Of Life

It’s one of the many variants of the original drawing that I generate by playing with tools I have either on the Note 8 (Snapseed, Pixlr, and a couple of Photoshop apps) or on the PC (Lightroom, Photoshop, Topaz, Affinity, end more).

But, sometimes I actually try my hand at drawing stuff. You know, as a way to learn. 

Original

Right away, I can tell I should have used shadows and more layers, and other stuff. Next time. 

This next one is the same drawing changed to B&W. 

Original in B&W

By the way, all of these are 1024 x 1024 pixel canvas so you can click on them for a slightly larger version on a new tab or window. 

After I did this, I transferred the drawing over to the PC because I wanted to feed it through the Topaz Impressions plugin.

I don’t remember all of the options I tried. 

Keeping this short, I’ll load all the rest here and then put all of the versions in a gallery and let readers choose how they want to peruse them. If they want to peruse them.  The full size lets you see the texture of the brushes, but it’s not going to give you any special insight into the process, inspiration, or any other aspect of the drawing . . . except, maybe, let you notice just how crude an effort it is. 

Here’s the gallery in a random order:

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Project 313 – Post No. 039

My coffee pot is leaking . . . again. That’s the fourth coffee pot in the span of two years. For reference, prior to these four, our two previous coffee pots lasted something like twelve years. When we moved from Colorado, we sold one at the garage sale and gave one to a student that was heading off to college. 

In contrast, the coffee pots we bought since we came here (same brands, three Mr. Coffee and one Cuisinart) all began leaking within four-to-six months of purchase. As I bought them at Costco, I returned the first three there for a complete refund. 

For this last one, I was too embarrassed to take yet another coffee pot back and I called the company, instead. They are shipping me out a replacement . . . which I assume will leak within four-to-six months after I start using it. Why do I say that?

Well, the leaking was a puzzler . . . all of them leaked water from the base. The first one, I assumed was faulty. The second one I thought might be something environmental, something in the air (we live on an island hence there’s more salt in the air and everything rusts) was causing something to fail. Then, I started doing some research . . . surprise, surprise . . . it’s a common problem and lots of people are pissed off about it (some had damage from the leaking water).

At fault, from people who investigated the issue, appears to be the heat-resistant hose that feeds water from the reservoir to the heating plate. Apparently, the repeated heating-cooling cycles deteriorate the plastic and it eventually cracks. Those same people report two ways to fix it . . . one, cut the damaged portion of the hose and reattach it. This is a temporary fix as the problem will just resurface. It’s also a one-time solution as the hose is then too short for another fix. Two, buy a piece of appropriately-sized heat-resistant hose — one of better quality than the one the manufacturers used — and replace the cheap-ass one that’s in the machine. That is a longer-lasting solution, at least until some other cheap component fails. 

You might be tempted to ask why I didn’t do that . . . well, the manufacturer specifically says all sorts of bad things happen if you open the machine. Normally, that would not deter me. What did deter me were the specialized (non-standard) screws (some deeply recessed in a small diameter chute). I would have to buy a set of screwdrivers specifically for the task. 

So, why am I mentioning all this? A number of reasons. One, the fact that so many products are currently made on the cheap. The fact that this is an apparent known problem and there’s no indication it’s being addressed. The fact that the majority of the people will junk the product. The fact that as a society we seem to want people to junk the product. The fact that the products are made so cheap because people don’t want to pay for even slightly better quality stuff. The fact that the cost of these cheaply made units are still (comparatively) high when you consider their lifespan.  

I could go on, but the one that pisses me off the most is the specialized screws . . . I bought a piece of equipment that the company — while happily taking my money — made it difficult for me to service. 

It’s the same with many things I own. For some, I still was able to open them and maintain them. For example, the tower fan I have is not designed to be opened; it has hidden catches that if broken makes it impossible to put the thing back together again. You need to take the unit apart in a specific sequence, and even then, it’s not easy.

Unless you take the unit apart, it’s hard impossible to clean. They say to use a can of compressed air, but that is both ineffective and costly. After watching videos of similar (but not exact) fan models, it took me about an hour to figure out how to open it and put it back together, but the fan is now as quiet and clean as when I bought it. 

I could have, of course, donated it and bought a new one. 

Not all products are so. Some are geared toward the convenience of the consumer and don’t cost much more than the cheap-ass products; just a few bucks more, in fact. Those are the products and companies I plan to support. One such company is Rowenta, maker of powerful and very quiet fans.  Easy to take apart, quiet enough to have in the same room we sleep in, and smartly designed. Yes, it costs about $15-$20 more than the Bionaire Tower fan I have but well worth it especially since I don’t run the Bionaire fan higher than the lowest level because it’s annoyingly noisy. Of course, I could buy a Dyson bladeless fan for three times the cost and a third of the airflow. I’m kidding; having owned one Dyson product, I never plan to own another one unless they give it to me free and throw in a few bucks for my trouble.  

Unfortunately, cheap-ass companies know they have an endless supply of first-time buyers and people who simply won’t care and will keep giving them money. 

And now, the photo:

Project 313 039

I miss the fall. I mean, we have seasons here in Hawaiʻi insomuch that things get a bit hotter or a bit dryer or there’s a tad more rain, but not so much that you’d notice unless you’re especially attentive. 

Those are aspens among some pines and it was shot during one of our fall drives (2008) in Colorado. Unfortunately, that was a few years before I had this blog and from a time before SmugMug, so you can’t see the rest of the photos.

Or can you?

Why, yes; yes you can! I forgot that I had created an album in what was once Picasa then became Google+ and is now Google Photos. That album is HERE.

. . . although . . . I’m not happy with that processing. 

You know what? I’ll do a post about that trip. Soon. Maybe. No, no; I will. I definitively will.

. . . and people wonder where I get my quick retorts . . . I don’t know; I was pretty much born with them and never stopped doling them out (except for the years when I wasn’t speaking — but I was still thinking them). 

Like many people, I follow science. Unlike many people, I don’t think I have new and unique insights or knowledge about how the universe works. . . . except for this . . . 

Visible Black Hole

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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A quick post about stitched panoramas and difficult exposures

Unless you’re a photographer, skip this. You might skip this even if you are a photographer. You could also just look at the gallery at the bottom.

The P900 has the option to shoot panoramas as does my Note 8. The D7000 doesn’t (that I know of — I’ve not read the manual in a while so even if it’s in there, I’ve forgotten about it).

Regardless, while sailing around Glacier Bay NP, I snapped two sets of photos with the intention of 1) stitching them into panoramas and, 2) merge the resulting panoramas to get an HDR photo. 

The reason for my complicated plan was because of the wide dynamic range of the scene.

Here’s my first panorama metered on the shadow of the gully running down the face of the mountain. 

As shot – metered on shadow areas.

Because I metered the shadows, the various waterfalls (in the shadow of the gully) are clearly visible but the rest of the scene is slightly overexposed.

If I take that merged photo and do an Auto adjustment in Lightroom, I get this.

Metered on the shadow area and Auto-adjusted in Lightroom.

That’s actually not too bad, but I had a plan, you see . . . I also shot a set metered at the top of the mountain, near the bright sky, and merged them to get this panorama . . . 

As shot – metered near the bright sky.

Running Auto adjust on that merged photo got me this version which is also not too bad . . . 

Metered near the bright sky and Auto adjusted in Lightroom.

Note there isn’t a whole lot of change between the as-shot and the Auto-adjusted. You have to look at them side-by-side to notice a difference. 

As a side note, that probably means the scene is close to the “correct” exposure. Since I have the RAW data, I could further play with the adjustments and bring out as much detail as I want. 

HOWEVER! . . . remember my clever plan? I would take the two panoramas and merge then using one of three HDR processes and get me an Ansel-like wide range color photo.

Well, I only made one tiny error. The stitching program is automatic. I don’t choose what the programs use from each of the photos comprising the total shot. The two panoramas ended up as two different size photos and could not be merged into an HDR. 

Crap. I tried trimming them and processing them before merging the photos but I wasn’t all that happy with the results. For instance, the overexposed (lighter) photos processed like this in my two tries. 

Lighter Original – post-process no. 1

I tweaked it a bit with some canned processes I have saved and got this . . . 

Lighter Original – post-process no. 2

They are OK, but I went back to the originals and hand-edited the merged file thus . . . 

Lighter Original panorama – hand-adjusted to taste.

I wasn’t too unhappy with the result and was actually looking forward to repeating the process with the darker panorama. Per my experience, it’s usually easier to “bring out” details from underexposed photos than to walk back from overexposed photos. 

First, here’s my processed dark panorama when I was trying to crop them to match . . . 

Darker original canned processing.

That’s the best I got out of the canned presets I have, and I wasn’t happy. I then repeated the process I had used for the lighter panorama, meaning, making manual tweaks until I was satisfied. 

Darker panorama hand adjusted.

For some reason — and for the first time I can remember, I had a more difficult time adjusting this photo to make it “lighter” than adjusting the lighter panorama to make it “darker”. 

Whenever I tried bringing out the shadows, I got a blue cast in the shadows which I then had a heck of a time removing and in the process blew out some of the detail on the rocks. 

Of the two, I much prefer the end result from the slightly over-exposed panorama than from the darker version. 

By now, everyone is asleep or have already left, but what I learned is that it might be better to overexpose rather than underexpose. Until I played with these two photos, I believed it’s always better to underexpose a bit. Even if this is a unique instance (I can’t imagine why it would be so) I’ll now be more willing to slightly overexpose a difficult scene rather than automatically underexpose it. 

I learned something new. Go figure. 

Of course, I could have just converted to B&W . . . here’s the dark panorama with two different B&W conversions. 

Darker panorama – B&W 1

Darker panorama – B&W 2 (more structure)

Here’s the gallery of the above:

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Project 313 – Post No. 038

As I write this (about three days ago from when this will be published), I just ended a marathon discussion (that I don’t intend to repeat) stemming from a few casual sentences in the Project 313 No. 026 post. It was draining.

Anyone brave enough to check it out will endure long back and forth comments on the topic of free will. I’ll not go into it here, but I do want to point something out about the exchange.  (Note to Marvin: don’t bother trying to restart the discussion as I’m not interested in continuing it.) 

No, it’s not about who is wrong or who is right, but on the approach to the discussion. 

In case it’s not obvious, there were several instances where I was close to chuck it all and go into full-on snark mode. Meaning, I was frustrated. Again, unless you have a deep interest in the subject, I wouldn’t bother reading the discussion as it’s basically Marvin and me just repeating the same things over and over until one of us got tired (me). By the way, if you are interested in the discussion, there is a lot of material both written and in videos of people much smarter than me and Marvin discussing the nuances of the topic. 

Side note: the discussion in the comments of No. 026 centers only on the viability of compatibilism which — to me — is the least interesting and easily dismissed argument for free will. The whole of the compatibilist argument is — literally — “We have free will. Period. Why are we still arguing about this?” As an argument, I find it deeply dishonest and dismissive.

So, here’s the interesting thing . . . I full-on argued what I don’t believe, or rather, what I don’t want to believe. Meaning, I can admit the concept of free will is flawed as currently understood but I’m not willing to chuck the whole thing. I’m in the camp that’s waiting for more data and studies and hopefully an eventual understanding of consciousness and self-awareness and all the related subjects, including free will. I hold hope we’ll eventually have an explanation that allows us some agency. However, if not, I’m fine with it.

Again, please, please, please, I don’t want to continue the discussion. 

What I want to stress is that if one just reads the discussion, one might think I’m in the camp that says we have no free will, as in we can’t explain how we make decisions and what motivates our decisions isn’t what we say it is. 

I can argue the point I don’t agree with as if I did because I took the time to understand what was behind that particular position. I learned as much as I possibly could about it (given my limited lifespan) not with the idea of supporting my position but, rather, to understand why someone would hold a different position. 

Over the years and in the course of my research on the subject, I came across arguments I could not honestly refute and hence I now find myself in limbo. I say “honestly refute” because I had another option. An option many take; I could dishonestly refute the arguments. Or, I could change the underlying premise to make the arguments irrelevant. Or, I could characterize them wrong or, maybe, “silly” arguments.

It seems — at this time in humanity’s continuing saga — people opt to go with the second option. It’s not a new approach; when challenged, that’s always been the approach of religious individuals but it has now spilled into other areas of discussion. Politics, science, medicine, you name a topic and you’ll find people who take the easy path when challenged . . . dismissal, derision, and denial.

Perhaps the most frustrating thing that crosses my path during discussions — as it did here — is when someone completely ignores a point made in opposition. Basically, they act as if it doesn’t exist. They do not address it, they don’t acknowledge it, they pretend it wasn’t said. Instead, they repeat their case; they repeat stuff not related to the challenge presented to them.

Perhaps the greatest example we have is our fearless leader. Well, OK . . . he’s also a pathological liar and that’s not most people. Many, but not most. 

This isn’t me calling in political sides. The practice has spread to all camps and many disciplines. 

In the past, my advice was to “be skeptical” about what you hear . . . except that term has been co-opted by people who use it to lend an artificial aura of legitimacy and respect to their arguments even as they violate all the tenets of skepticism. Climate skeptics, vaccination skeptics, nutrition skeptics, medicine skeptics . . . they don’t follow any of the practices involved with a skeptical investigative approach. In fact, they use the antithesis of a skeptical approach characterized by starting with a conclusion and then only looking at stuff that confirms that conclusion. 

Honest, as little as ten years ago I would have said we were making progress in the application of reason combined with critical thinking. In part, because we have seen an explosion in the availability of data. I saw the development of the Internet and the possibility for the widespread dissemination of information not only transformative but good. Good for individuals and humanity in general. 

But, there’s something I didn’t count on. 

I didn’t count on the propensity of people to seek validation over knowledge, comfort over uncertainty. This spilled into wholesale movements that reinforced a culture of victimhood. By that, I mean the practice of — when challenged — claiming persecution. You aren’t wrong in your crazy-ass beliefs; no, it’s the Man just wanting to keep you down. It’s not that your ideas suck; no, you’re an unrecognized genius.

All this is accomplished by making use of as many informal fallacies as possible. 

Fox “News” used to have a monopoly on them, but I think the government broke them up and now all of Cable’s “News” shows have them at their disposal and they’re all desperately trying to catch up to Fox “News” . . . because they work. 

That’s perhaps the saddest part about living today; the realization that so many people are . . . how should I put this . . . non-critical-thinkers. The even sadder part is how many suffer from the Dunning-Kruger effect.  

Who knows . . . perhaps I’m the worst culprit of all. If so, like many others, I’ll never know it.

And now, the photo:

Project 313 038

I keep going back to these painterly effects because — in combination with the framing — the process can take ordinary photos and give them a new life. 

There’s also a generic and recognizable aspect to them . . . they look like many of the framed paintings decorating professional offices.  

I’d sure like to get that contract . . . providing generic framed photos for waiting rooms, hallways, and conference rooms would make me an instant millionaire. No! Billionaire!

I’m shuffling in Mr. Boffo cartoons to break up the Willy ‘n Ethel monopoly,

I understand if some people don’t get the humor of these strips. Like, if you’re Brittish or Australian. Or asleep. 

I kid, of course. I like to tweak my Brittish and Australian readers because 1) they are so sensitive about it and, 2) there’s an air about them as if they consider themselves above; better than. Well, maybe I’m not a fancy gentleman like them with their . . . very fine hats . . .  but I do humor. I’m here to provide humor. 

Now, before they get all in a huff (they tend to do that), I suppose I should mention that I’m borrowing a few lines from one of my favorite episodes of one of my favorite shows. 

No use telling them about it because they’ll just put the series down and then I’d have to swear them in as mortal enemies and I don’t want to do that. I mean, I even almost like some of them. 

So another GIF animation . . . Eye Grate.

Eye Grate

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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If you wish to know more, please read below.

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Note: to those who may click on “like”, or rate the post; if you do not hear from me, know that I am sincerely appreciative, and I thank you for noticing what I do.

. . .  my FP ward  . . . chieken shit.

Finally, if you interpret anything on this blog as me asking or wanting pity, sympathy, or complaining about my life, or asking for help and advice, know you’re likely missing my subtle mix of irony, sarcasm, and humor.

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Project 313 – Post No. 037

Today (a few days ago, when you read this) was a hot day. Also, hazy. Hazy and with a tinge of sulfur smell in the air. I was concern someone would complain about me until I realized it was due to the Vog from the latest eruption. 

One of the things I strive for is to have minimal impact on other people’s lives. At the very least, to have a negligible negative impact. I mean, just by my existence I have a negative impact on the planet and its population. 

I use resources, produce no goods, and I require an existing infrastructure to support the way I live my life. Of course, I didn’t choose to be born, so I don’t feel all that beholding to the world for my existence. Basically, I am a product of chance. I possess no skill that will leave a significant and lasting impact on the progression of human history nor any ambition driving me to detour it. 

My best hope is to not inadvertently hamper it. Of that, I’m fairly confident insomuch that I have practically (and theoretically) no means to affect the course of any significant event. Of course, there are localized concerns. I suppose some of my actions affect my immediate environment but as I keep my environment mostly devoid of other people, the potential to affect others is also minuscule.  

It’s odd to look back at 65 years of life and realize most of it was spent navigating it so as to leave as small a wake as possible. It wasn’t intentional, of course. Mostly, I took the path of least resistance so as to personally benefit while doing as little harm as possible. 

I think I managed pretty good. I think I’m still doing OK in that regard.

And now, the photo:

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That is one small critter. I don’t think he was more than three or four inches tip to tail. I might have missed him had he not moved. The shot was taken at the Rocky Mountain National Park. Not as good a park as Yellowstone, but passable. 

Anyway, like me, this guy tries to be an unobtrusive and inconspicuous as possible. At barely four inches nose to tail, it’s easier for him than for me. 

As I write this, the royal wedding is a few days away . . . this post will probably go up after the deed will have been done. 

I don’t have a firm opinion about such matters. Were I to be asked, the very idea of royalty is anathema to me. An affront to reason; an affront to what it means to be human. Then again, many people get off on the pageantry and pomp. 

I keep remembering royals are no better people than many I know and likely not as good as many I know. Sometimes, this whole incident of birth thing is a depressing thing to consider. 

Best concentrate on some bright colors I call Deadly Dynamic Dynamo.

Deadly Dynamic Dynamo

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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Note: if you are not reading this blog post at DisperserTracks.com, know that it has been copied without permission, and likely is being used by someone with nefarious intention, like attracting you to a malware-infested website.  Could be they also torture small mammals.

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Please, if you are considering bestowing me recognition beyond commenting below, refrain from doing so.  I will decline blogger-to-blogger awards.   I appreciate the intent behind it, but I prefer a comment thanking me for turning you away from a life of crime, religion, or making you a better person in some other way.  That would mean something to me.

If you wish to know more, please read below.

About awards: Blogger Awards
About “likes”:   Of “Likes”, Subscriptions, and Stuff

Note: to those who may click on “like”, or rate the post; if you do not hear from me, know that I am sincerely appreciative, and I thank you for noticing what I do.

. . .  my FP ward  . . . chieken shit.

Finally, if you interpret anything on this blog as me asking or wanting pity, sympathy, or complaining about my life, or asking for help and advice, know you’re likely missing my subtle mix of irony, sarcasm, and humor.

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Project 313 – Post No. 036

I have a couple of semi-deep subjects I’m mulling and ideas are swirling around the vast empty halls of my mind, but I’m not yet ready to wrestle them onto figurative paper. 

Just as well as I’m trying to knock one of these out in roughly ten minutes. 

I know it’s a major disappointment to many who look forward to the wisdom, perspective, and insight I offer on the human condition and society as a whole. 

The perfect solution is to read one of my fiction pieces. Perhaps, THIS one or go way back and read THIS non-fiction piece. Or, if interested in photos, just go HERE and browse around; stay as long as you want. 

Basically, I’m asking you to entertain yourself for a bit while I do other stuff.

And now, the photo:

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I’ve always like that photo but wasn’t sure how to present it. I think having it framed serves it up nicely. 

And now, the cartoon . . . yup, still Willy ‘n Ethel. I’ll switch to Mr. Boffo soon. 

There’s a certain freedom to being a kid . . . these days. In the olden days, you would often be ignored, had to keep quiet, and most transgressions were met with various level of corporal punishment.  

They call that the “good old days” . . . parents do. If they don’t, they often think it. 

I won’t explain it, but this doodle is titled Tribute to Marty Feldman’s Eyes.

Tribute to Marty Feldman’s Eyes

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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Note: if you are not reading this blog post at DisperserTracks.com, know that it has been copied without permission, and likely is being used by someone with nefarious intention, like attracting you to a malware-infested website.  Could be they also torture small mammals.

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Please, if you are considering bestowing me recognition beyond commenting below, refrain from doing so.  I will decline blogger-to-blogger awards.   I appreciate the intent behind it, but I prefer a comment thanking me for turning you away from a life of crime, religion, or making you a better person in some other way.  That would mean something to me.

If you wish to know more, please read below.

About awards: Blogger Awards
About “likes”:   Of “Likes”, Subscriptions, and Stuff

Note: to those who may click on “like”, or rate the post; if you do not hear from me, know that I am sincerely appreciative, and I thank you for noticing what I do.

. . .  my FP ward  . . . chieken shit.

Finally, if you interpret anything on this blog as me asking or wanting pity, sympathy, or complaining about my life, or asking for help and advice, know you’re likely missing my subtle mix of irony, sarcasm, and humor.

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