submitted by illinoisbeekeeper
Bee On Hose Nozzle
the drain that is my brain…
Originally posted by Jean May 20, 2010
I have accepted the crapfact that depression
will never leave me alone. It is part of me.
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damn you old black dog
wearing me out and down like
river rubbed canyon
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There is nothing to be done about it except
endure. Over and over and over again.
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tomorrow looks less
than worthy after today’s
vain forward struggle
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Pep-talks from well meaning friends don’t help.
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come along, you say.
you know precisely my need.
arrogant bastard
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It makes it very difficult to be nice so I often hide.
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it’s worse somewhere else
for many someone elses.
today I don’t care.
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It turns me into someone I don’t like at all and I can’t help it.
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do you doubt despair
can twist the heart, wring the soul,
blind all hope? You fool.
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It sneaks up and every time I ask why.
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you think you know
the reason, the answer, the
why. until this now.
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I’ve read a gazillion books and been to therapy.
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regurgitation
of all the pretty words ends
in ugly dry heaves
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Remember the time I went to a shooting range and
enjoyed shooting and did very well? Did anyone
think it strange that I did not buy a gun?
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it is not so hard
to understand that there are
some who will resign
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It feels like living in hell and a glorious relief
when it subsides.
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to wax poetic
do you mind much when I swear?
tough shit if you do.
DST
“Only a white man could cut a foot off one end of a blanket, add it to the other, and call it a longer blanket“
Patty Murray, D-WA: “Every year, more Americans grow more frustrated setting their clocks back and forth, and every winter folks in Washington state despair at the prospect of losing an hour of precious sunlight when we are forced off Daylight Saving Time“
You despair? What hour of sunlight did you lose? Where did it go?
And you’re not on DST in winter when the days are shorter.
But this isn’t commentary of one party vs another – both parties make ridiculous statements about the subject.
Follow the money – who gains by not stopping the change of time twice a year?
Myself? Geographically, we should be on Pacific Time instead of Mountain Time (which extends well into Oregon). I’m more or less due north of San Diego. I suspect the Mormon influence, especially in the eastern part of the state, wants to keep the same time as Salt Lake City.
I’d actually prefer to stay on standard time but either way, I’d prefer we didn’t change time twice a year.
But I guess congress would rather spend time on this issue than something important …
Tunesday: John Prine – Summer’s End
suggested by HJB
Today’s selection: John Prine – “Summer’s End” – 2018
“The changing of the seasons offers a forward-facing promise of renewal. But often, this promise hinges on the steep cost of painful reflection. Moving ahead means that parts of the past will be left behind, and John Prine’s evocative “Summer’s End” pinpoints poignant moments that stop progress in its tracks.“
Time For Our Favorite Game Show …
“Guess The Race”
“Mob of Youths Savagely Brutalize and Rob Three Female College Students On the Streets of Cincinnati“
“Mob of youths” should be the giveaway.
Damn … once again and forever more.
Time For A PSA
Girlfriend
She enjoys nibbling on me, her tongue casually flicks over my skin.
We sleep well together; she knows when it’s OK to get close, she knows when to scoot over to let me toss and turn.
She enjoys her furry places being stroked.
She brings me presents.
She’s demanding and insistent. She’ll let me know if I sleep longer than she wants. She insists I open the door for her.
She’s quite capable of ignoring my existence even when standing next to her.
She spends a lot of her time just lying around.
This is only a tiny bit of the iceberg…The beast is here.
suggested by Joe
This is only the tip of the iceberg. Total Control of everything you do. The beast system is here.
From Insiderpaper.com
The next generation of wireless technology, 6G, may do far more than deliver faster internet speeds. Researchers say the future standard could also function like a radar system, capable of detecting people through walls and even monitoring breathing patterns and heartbeats, German site Heute reported.
The technology is based on Integrated Sensing and Communication (ISAC), a concept that allows the same antennas used for wireless communication to simultaneously sense and analyze their surroundings. Instead of serving only as data transmitters, future smartphones, base stations, and other connected devices could measure distances, movement, and speed by analyzing reflected radio waves.
According to researchers, ISAC could enable devices to identify the presence of people behind walls and monitor vital signs such as breathing and heart rate without requiring additional sensors. Combined with machine learning, the system could also distinguish individuals by their walking patterns and infer gestures or facial characteristics.
Privacy watchdogs sound the alarm
Germany’s Conference of Independent Data Protection Authorities approved a position paper in June 2026 warning that the technology could introduce unprecedented privacy risks. Officials argue that the level of surveillance enabled by ISAC is comparable to an invisible form of video monitoring but with significantly broader capabilities.
One of the biggest concerns is that radio sensing could collect information from anyone within range—even people who are not carrying a mobile phone. Unlike traditional surveillance systems, individuals would have little practical way to know when they are being scanned or provide meaningful consent. Privacy regulators say this makes compliance with existing data protection laws particularly challenging…
Germany has invested roughly €700 million in 6G research and development, with commercial deployment expected around 2030.
DT:
The technology to do many of these things – and more – has existed for a number of years now. Even back in the 70s, the ability to listen to you inside from outside has existed. “Invisibility”, sight through walls, sight around corners … traditional camouflage is pretty much useless if someone is dedicated to finding you.
“future smartphones, base stations, and other connected devices could measure distances, movement, and speed by analyzing reflected radio waves.” Future??? And I wouldn’t bother with “radio” waves (define “radio waves, eh?) I can order all that capability through Amazon today. I can buy a 40W Class4 laser for a under $300. 0.5W is considered dangerous. I can buy a laser range finder for under $50. If one has the skills, one can obtain and build a relatively cheap phase-array radar with two ranges: 3km and 20km; the plans are readily available and open-source. And the GPS function on your phone already measures distances, movement, and speed.
Electronic circuits are now measured in nano-meters. A modern electronic process is 2 nm; a small human hair is 20 micrometers – 10,000x larger. Medical work is 1 million times larger: millimeters – you wouldn’t even know that shot you received planted something inside you – like “chipping” a pet.
Imagine what “they” can do with larger budgets, facilities, and a skilled workforce …
Laws??? Who cares about “laws”? Laws are one more weapon to use against you one way or another.
You only have two layers of “protection”, neither under your control: 1) you aren’t important enough for your actions to force them to reveal techniques (read the history of Coventry in WWII), 2) they don’t care about you.
Until they do.
Carry on …
The ghost Returns … For A Moment
submitted by ghostsniper – a repeat of an American Digest post – via Comments
In reply to AZ’s previous comment, pulled “raw” from the archives.
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(and of course I had a feisty comment under it)
azlibertarian July 24, 2018, 4:40 PM
I figure the statute of limitations is up on this story, so while I’ve told it verbally a number of times, for the first time ever, I’ll commit it to pixels…..
Back in the day, I was an Air Force C-130 pilot stationed at Clark AB in the Philippines. I was assigned this trip which had the purpose of supporting two very small units on Yap Island…a Coast Guard unit who ran a LORAN station (which is an old-school navigational aid), and a Navy SeaBee unit which was building roads, bridges, whatever for the Yapese. They each had about a dozen guys each (maybe). Every two weeks, we’d fly out to Guam, spend the night, and then the next day we’d fly to Yap to bring these guys any supplies, mail, or food that they needed.
Two things about being in the Air Force on a crewed airplane….
• There are “O’s” and there are “E’s”, where O’s=Officers and E’s=Enlisted. We each respect each other’s roles, but at the end of the day, there is a difference between the two groups.
• And within each group, and each crewmember’s role, there are the guys who are good at their jobs and those who aren’t.
The thing you have to understand about E’s on trips which pay per-diem, is that you probably couldn’t pile up enough dynamite to blow them off the trip if you tried. For an enlisted guy, a trip with per-diem was like gold. His wife knew how much he earned because that paycheck was deposited into their account twice a month. The per-diem claim was made at the end of the trip, and it was paid in cash.
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azlibertarian July 24, 2018, 4:45 PM
**dammit** Pushed the “Submit” button before I’d finished my story.
Story continues below….
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azlibertarian July 24, 2018, 5:05 PM
So that per-diem was an E’s beer money. Momma didn’t need to know about how much he’d earned on that trip, so there were very few things in life that would keep him from going.
And my flight engineer on the trip in question was one of the weaker guys in the squadron. I’d flown with him before, and knew to watch him on his best day, but on this trip, he wasn’t having a good trip. He had a raging cold, and was coughing and hacking the whole time.
So while the runway at Yap was nice, it really had no services. No tower, no nothing. We’d just show up, eyeball the runway and land. We always treated it like a remote field, and to do that, while we were on short final (maybe 3 miles out from landing), the flight engineer would look up at his panel, check the aircraft’s battery voltage, and start the APU (Auxillary Power Unit, which is essentially a small jet engine which powers a generator). We’d land, park, and then shut down the engines, using the APU to provide electric and hydraulic power for the plane while we were parked. Once we were done with all that, we’d shut down the APU and leave the airplane dark.
I’d been there before, but no-one else on the crew had been to Yap before, and given that we had a couple of hours to see things, we went to see the sights. Yap is an interesting place. They have what they call “stone money”….
https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/01/2b/89/12/stone-money-bank.jpg
….which are these stone wheels carved from rocks that the Yapese found on some distant island. The “value” of the money supposedly is derived from how many people died while bringing them back.
Like you can find on a number of South Pacific islands, Yap also has these old rusting Japanese gun emplacements and other war debris still there from WWII. As I said, it was interesting.
Anyway, after we had seen all of that, we got back to the airplane for our trip back to Guam. I was met by a retired Army guy and his wife who had been on Yap missioning the Yapese and wanted a ride back in the direction of the U.S. As I was chatting with the two of them, my copilot and the flight engineer climbed up into the plane to get us ready to go.
About two seconds later, my copilot came flying out of the cockpit. The cardinal sin for a flight engineer was to walk away from a plane with the battery meter trying to read battery voltage, and that is exactly what this weak flight engineer did. You see, it took battery voltage to read battery voltage, and with no other power on the plane, all you did was deplete your battery (the equivalent of walking away from your car with the lights on).
The battery to the plane was (effectively) dead. I couldn’t start the APU to start the airplane’s engines. I couldn’t start the APU to power the HF radio to call someone to send us a new battery.
I was stuck.
More follows…..
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azlibertarian July 24, 2018, 5:25 PM
I’m not at all proud of this, but I immediately lost my cool and started stomping around cursing like a sailor. The Army missionary and his wife just sort of disappeared. I wondered “How the eff was I going to get this airplane out of Yap?”
And that was when my copilot saved the day.
You see, the way we unloaded our cargo was that the Seabees brought out a fork lift and a dump truck. We pushed the pallets out of the plane and onto the fork lift, and he loaded them into the dump truck for the trip to wherever it was that the Seabees lived. And the guy driving the dump truck was told to wait until we left before he went back to their “camp” (or whatever they called it).
My copilot looked at this 19 year old kid (whose service in the Navy [at least at that moment] consisted of driving a dump truck on Yap Island) and asked “That’s a diesel dump truck, right?”
Seabee: Yep.
Copilot: You’ve got two 12 volt batteries on that thing, right?
Seabee: Yep.
Copilot: Do you have jumper cables?
Seabee: Ummmh, yeah.
And that was when my copilot reached into his flight suit pocket and pulled out the first Leatherman I’d ever seen. I’d seen them advertised in magazines, but up until then, I’d never laid eyes on one.
An aircraft battery is connected to a plane by this aircraft-specific mount. We used that Leatherman to take that whole mount apart to get it down to two cables, and then we jump-started the APU to a C-130 from a dump-truck’s battery.
In the Air Force, for me to have done this legally would have required me to have been under fire, and then wake up the 4-star back in Illinois. I knew that was never going to happen….some colonel in the chain of command was going to refuse to wake up the next guy higher than him, so I did it anyway. The (peacetime) AF would have preferred that that airplane would be stuck on Yap Island for those 2 weeks until the next mission came through there.
There endeth the story. If anyone tracks me down over it, I deny it all.
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azlibertarian July 24, 2018, 6:03 PM
And speaking of C130s, this is pretty cool.
https://twitter.com/colingolds/status/1020442597930696705
ghostsniper July 23, 2018, 8:39 PM
New Woodpile!
http://www.woodpilereport.com/
I must confess, the toolbox in your pocket idea captured my attention when I first heard about it, for about 30 seconds. Do I really need a pliers in my pocket 24/7, and cheezy ones at that? Or a socket set? Or a can opener? Or any of the other nonsensical drivel on those overpriced underqualified glittery unicorn turds?
No. My Gerber Quickdraw, and I use it multiple times almost every day, is on my belt and all other proper tools are in their proper places ready to go to work instantly. My Blazer has a robust bin with all the essentials necessary for minor incidental repairs and winter time survival.
The first tool is inside your head and the next 2 are on the end of your arms, all the rest are in their places where they should be.
FWIW, many years ago I saw the Xerox dood strip the shit out of a $95 threaded part on my copy machine using a shitty all-in-one dood-dad.
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DT:
The C130 and C5 were both built by Lockheed in Marietta GA. I once did a TDY assignment at the factory. Both planes are amazing; they are both planes I would have liked to have flown (along with the B2 and B52) if “pilot” had been in my life’s journey.
Black Vulture
Sounds like a rock band or inner-city gang.
Sunning themselves somewhere on the Virginia peninsula,