Pile of rocks under an old sagebrush. Wooden cross with no markings visible. Faded white paint likely not as old as the grave.

Some sage can live as long as 70-100 years. This one's not young but not dying either.

I've been known to just wander off through the brush - no paths, no hint of a trail. Tracks of jackrabbits, coyotes, fox perhaps - other small creatures ... but no obvious evidence of man. Even so, "objects" can be found - rarely, often only shards of now-purple glass (which is due to manganese in the glass and usually dates from the 1880s to pre-WWI), maybe pieces of ceramic plate, a few nails ... and even more rarely, a grave marked only by a rectangular pile of sun-aged rocks. Even more rarely, a grave with a marker.

I forget where I found this grave. There were no markings but the cross was relatively new as indicated by paint remnants and minimal weathering of the wood.

Someone knew ...

But I didn't.

So I took the photo and travelled on.

Thelma and Louise went off the cliff at this location (middle-distant edge) but was filmed from the other direction (and probably from a helicopter). Although this is the Colorado River, it is not in Grand Canyon as the movie implies but located outside Moab, Utah along Potash Road.

In 2016, the Library of Congress selected the film for preservation in the National Film Registry, finding it "culturally, historically, or aesthetically significant".

Got some ice cream out last night - it was the perfect consistency for eating.
Which means it was too warm for having been in the freezer.

Mrs DT thought maybe the freezer door hadn't closed all the way as sometimes happens if something hangs up on the shelf. That and the ice cream carton lid was loose.

Today she discovered the temperature control wasn't working.

I had to reboot the refrigerator
Say What??? Reboot a refrigerator?

Remember the old Honeywell bronze colored thermostat that hung on most everyone's wall? Set the temperature by spinning the clear plastic plate?
The heat would go on if the temperature went lower; the air conditioner goes on if the temperature goes higher.
Worked fine ... and nary a computer in sight.

Same with so many other things in life.

Microprocessors in everything. All programmed by low paid programmers (you don't think low margin products hire the best, do you? probably H1Bs from India) with the goal of cheap and "first to market". Maximize profit and ignore complaints. Require the customer to go to "arbitration" (of the manufacturer's choice) if something goes wrong.

More and more, our lives are dependent on some code bunny - and the code bunny management - properly assuring the computers work as expected, especially when things don't work as expected. I've been there: "Proper assurance" is not on the development list. Test under nominal conditions and devil take those when things aren't "nominal".

The normal attitude is that computers don't make mistakes ... and now more and more, the world is coming to be dependent on "AI" - a misnomer if I ever heard one.

I wonder who rolls off into the unknown first, us "boomers" or the world.

grumble, mumble, grumble ... reboot a refrigerator ... mumble, grumble, mumble

An absolutely tragic mass shooting unfolded at a Catholic school in Minneapolis, leaving an 8-year-old and a 10-year-old dead in the pews and injuring 17 others. Minneapolis Police Chief Brian O'Hara told reporters that the shooter took his own life in the rear of Annunciation Catholic Church.

"Minneapolis Catholic church shooter Robin Westman was a transgender who "identified as a woman" and legally changed his name from "Robert" in 2020."

Damn your rotten soul to hell.
And the Damnedocrats that try to use this for a political statement.

I hesitated about posting this as it's a topic I wish to avoid. But killing kids in church? Die you SOB!
I also originally wanted to block comments ... but then I figured if I was going to post on a "forbidden" topic. I should let others respond. But I despise tranzies and all that they stand for. They are severely sick people and should never be allowed to obtain positions of authority ... and perhaps should be treated like rabid dogs.

A post from Jean; originally published 8/23 on "Pondering" (see Jean's site)
Y'all do check out her web site as well as NAD, don't you?

There is only one first time.

Mine was in college when I was 21.

It began at a frat party. No doubt drinking was involved.
Back then I was an even cheaper drunk than I am now.
One bottle of Stroh's got me a nice buzz. Second bottle
got me drunk-ish. If there was a third bottle, I needed help
getting back to my dorm room to find the bathroom.
'Cuz I was gonna puke.

aaanyway…lots of the details are missing from memory but
here is the gist:

Somehow, he and I ended up at his apartment off-campus.
Foreplay? What's that?
I don't remember clothes coming off but they did, somehow.
I honestly had no idea what was going to happen.

It happened quickly. It was disappointing because the only thing
I felt was a sharp pain. Cherry popped.
When he was done he said, "You are taking the pill, right?"
When I stuttered, "uh, no." His eyes got very large and he said,
"I'll walk you back to your dorm."
I had trouble keeping up because he was walking so fast.
I never saw him again.

The next "encounter" I had was much nicer. That man knew what
he was doing and helped me learn the right way. Believe it or not,
the nice man and I are still friends 50+ years later.

To Storm Murray, if you're still out there, I hope you got better with practice.

I know I did.