Weight this year is dead on the same as last year, 234.5.
Going over the resolutions:
- Write more, and actually FINISH something. Half-done, I did a LITTLE writing, mostly on Chrome Molly. Nothing finished. Will try again this year.
- Get my comic collection under control. Failed. I have shelving and short boxes, but haven't even filled one of them. And I need a good book on SQL if I'm going to create a better database than the mostly flat Filemaker one I already have. Which is pretty much the only use one of my old Macs is getting.
- Shoot more. Once is more, right? Did buy two guns this year.
- Kill the home improvement loan early. Success.
And of course, lose weight, as well as try to get the BP down, which still is wildly out of control.
LibertyCon 32 sold out in just under six hours. I missed out. But I did get on the waiting list. How far down, I have no idea.
Success! Today I had rounded up components to add a separate, replacement pump and a reservoir to the crappy Antec CPU cooler I have in my Desktop.
I say crappy because annually the pump has started failing, initially leading to brief temperature surges, but sometimes failing for so long the heat indicating LED on the CPU block goes to a hellish red, and then my PC goes into thermal shutdown. Amazingly this hasn't caused damage yet, but I'm sick of the need to use the admittedly good warranty service. This is my third unit, and it was just starting to fail.
A couple weeks ago I bought a pump, and then had to figure out what else I needed to do to splice it in. I realized I'd need a reservoir, since this would no longer be a factory sealed system. I went to Fry's in search of cooling system components, but they only had complete kits, or hyper expensive parts designed to fleece the casemod community.
But one thing I DID find at Fry's was a small plastic food storage box with a flip-down airtight lid. It was fairly heavy and rigid plastic, so it would stand up to what I had in mind.
I bought some tubing, hose clamps, and some tubing to 1/4" pipe fittings. I happened to already own a 7/16" drill and a 1/4 NPT pipe tap. (Don't ask). So I drilled two holes in the side of the container, one high, one low, and threaded the holes. The fittings were nice and snug.
I set up the pump and the reservoir temporarily, just looping to each other to make sure it worked, and plugged them in to a spare fan power connector on my motherboard. It worked, quite energetically.
I was going to get into it later this week, since I have so many other projects going on, but then while I was firing up World of Warships, the thing forced my hand, going deep brick red. I shut it down manually as fast as I could.
So even though it was after midnight, I had to give it a go.
One of the reasons I hated the annual warranty exchange (aside from having to put in a full price deposit and pay to ship it back) was that taking off the CPU block is a potential disaster (Trying to remove the original finned heat sink, I actually ripped the CPU out of the socket while it was locked and bent a pin!) since the attachment system is under spring tension. Hopefully this would be the last time it would have to come off.
Fully disassembled, it was time to cross the line, and I cut the tubes leading to the pump. I kept that end high to avoid losing all the coolant. I had bought some distilled water, but it would be nice to save as much of the antifreeze as possible. Only a little dripped out.
One issue is that the original hoses are small rubber ones, and the pump fit 3/8" Inside Diameter hoses. The rubber ones were 3/8" Outside Diameter, so the solution was obvious, slip the new hoses over the old ones and apply hose clamps.
Once I wrestled the CPU block and radiator with the fans (and without the original attached pump) back into place, I threaded the hoses through two convenient holes in the back of the case. Then I had to take them out again because I needed to access the SysFan connector to wire power to the pump.
Finally I had all the hoses connected to the pump and reservoir, I topped off the reservoir with distilled water, and then contorted everything to try to clear all the air from the lines. My earlier testing showed the pump REALLY doesn't like getting any air in it.
Then, the moment of truth, turning it on. And it worked, the pump pumped, the coolant flowed into the top of the reservoir (but not nearly as fast as when there was nothing else in the loop), and the CPU did not fry, and no water went spraying everywhere.
To start it was running a good 30 degrees cooler than normal, nearly room temperature. It HAS been climbing slowly, probably as the system becomes heat soaked (I'm running some CPU intensive stuff right now), but it's still cooler than before, and more importantly, it's WORKING.
Once I'm sure everything's fine, I'm gonna add velcro to the bottom of the pump and reservoir and stick them to the top of the case. But so far, so good.
Damn, I never got around to posting a link here, where three other people will see it. :-)
David Gerrold wrote a horrible piece for the virtually defunct "Amazing Stories" website about how Science Fiction has naturally turned towards Social Justice, and how if we don't all echo and support that we're all horrible people, and I tore it to shreds.https://drmauser.wordpress.com/2017/11/05/the-science-fiction-is-settled/
After getting linked by both Instapundit and Vox Day, it's my highest hit-getting post over there yet.
Can't seem to comment on people's journals with the new Firefox, even with ABP and Noscript completely neutered.
It's fear. The Democrats taught all their followers to fear. And then they promised to take the fear away, all they have to do is vote for them and everything will be okay. They taught the gays to fear, and the women to fear, and all the other little special snowflakes to fear, and now, well, they're afraid, because they never listened to anyone else tell them that they actually had nothing to fear.
For the Democrats, Fear is their stock in trade. Vote for us or the Republicans will take away your health care. Vote for us or the Republicans will take away the one you love. Vote for us or the Republicans will hunt you down in the streets with their evil black guns. Vote for us or the Republicans will stop you from having all the sex we brought you (Here's a condom to show you how much we care). Vote for us or the Republicans will force you to bear Children. (Those terrible parasites! We'll cure you of that). Vote for us or the Republicans will take away the drugs you need to feel good about yourself again.
So, once they've got you good and terrified of anyone being in charge but them, and you obediently do what they say, like a beaten wife, they disappoint you again and again. They don't actually give you the things they've promised you. But you're too terrified to turn anywhere else. They don't have to deliver on their promises. They don't need to. You've given them all the power they need over you, and they can go on abusing that power, granting one another favors, and extracting more and more money and power from the people for their own enrichment.
But now, they've failed. And their victims are left with nothing but the fear they've been filled with to the brim, and so they're lashing out. But it's all so stupidly unnecessary. All they really need to do is listen, open their eyes, and see that they've been lied to all this time. The Republicans don't hate them. All that fear is an illusion forced on them by the Democrats. It may take a while to get over it, but really, you should. We'll wait for you in the real world, where yes, there are things to fear, but not nearly as much as you've been told. And we'll show you how to take care of those things yourself.
Someone on Facebook asked about when you've ever driven faster than 100 MPH. Here was my answer:
1978 Chrysler Lebaron, Some time in the late 1980's, On Roosevelt Boulevard in Philly, very late at night. Took a while to get up there, front end started swimming around, needle pointing down at the odometer. Amazed I didn't die in a horrible crash.
A rear or two later, I-95, also in Philly, just north of the Ben Franklin Bridge, on a 1978 Honda CB550k. Talk about squirrely!
And finally in a 1992 Subaru Loyale somewhere in the middle of the country during my migration west, in 1993.
None of those are really vehicles you think about hitting the century mark, but I did it. Not too interested in doing it any more.
You would think after 9/11 and the story of Flight 93, we might have learned a little something about how one should react to a terrorist attack. But among the 300+ people at the Pulse Nightclub, while there were a few stories of relative heroism related to opening doors so people could run away, there was not a single gay Todd Beamer among them, there was no "Let's Roll" moment where the victims could have turned the tables on their attacker. Instead, they all ran and hid where they could, including a bathroom, praying that they wouldn't be next to die, until they were.
And if that sounds like blaming the victim, well, yeah, at least for their own reaction in the face of danger. We have taught cowardice and learned helplessness. We've been told not to resist, and to give the criminal what he wants so we don't get hurt. This doesn't work when what the criminal wants is to hurt us. (Oddly though, they no longer suggest that spreading your legs for a rapist will help keep you from getting hurt, but I remember when they did.) Fighting back, or even worse, shooting back, is something we should never even contemplate, they tell us. We'll only make it worse. (Worse than 49 dead and 53 wounded, at least five grievously so?)
When people ask, how could 20 Nazi guards load thousands of Jews onto the trains, knowing what was going to happen to them (even if they were in denial about it) there is your answer: the myth that cooperation will save you, and the myth that fighting back will make no difference. We have lost the will to maintain our human dignity. We will abase ourselves in front of any monster just for a few moments more of our undervalued life.
I have not heard about a single victim who died trying to tackle the killer. If ten could have, who knows how many lives could have been saved. The odds were 300 to 1, but the instinct has been lost. We have lost our sense of heroism (along with our patriotism) and our feelings of duty to our fellow man, even at the expense of our own lives. Nobody thought, "If I do this, I may die, but I will help save my friends." No, everyone stood back or ran if they could to save their own skins, and prayed for the authorities to come save them, which they did, after three hours or so. Plenty of time for the victims to bleed out, plenty of "Golden Hours" lost.
One lefty internet cartoonist bragged that he doesn't need a gun to protect himself, he has a cell phone. Every single person at the club had one too, and they distressingly kept ringing while the authorities tended to the bodies.
Apparently after the less than optimal results of running last year's nominations through EPH, some people are talking up three stage voting again.
Yes, the same proposal I made a hair over a year ago that they pooh-poohed for not being nearly as sophisticated as their SDV-LPE (nee EPH) proposal, and "Too hard" for the Hugo administrators to administer.
Setting the wayback machine to April 16th, 2015:https://drmauser.wordpress.com/2015/04/16/so-you-want-to-fix-the-hugos/
It's been a while since I made any kind of public cooking post. And Facebook has been eating some of the simpler ones (like Thanksgiving's chicken, no big deal, really).
Tomorrow will be the other chicken from the twin pack I got for Thanksgiving. Thank goodness for the chest freezer, even if it's mostly empty.
So, if I'm making a Chicken tomorrow, why am I doing a Pot Roast tonight? So I'll have something else to eat later.
Some time ago I got a larger, 7+ quart crock pot. I liked the idea that the lid had a sort of rubber gasket around the edge to seal it. Unfortunately, it doesn't seal so well. Variations in the ceramic, I guess. Still, it has the room to hold the 2-3/4 lb Sirloin roast, 6 stalks of celery, cut in half, 6 carrots, peeled and cut, 6 potatoes cubed, and 5 or so Onions, halved each way.
Since it's larger, I made more "Juice" than the last post I found about making a Pot Roast. 1 cup water, 1/4 cup flour, and one tablespoon each salt, black pepper, and Italian seasonings. Stirred thoroughly, and poured over the top while still stirring. Hopefully it runs all the way down, because the way I cut things up and added them to the pot, it's distinctly layered.
I'm going to run it on high for 4 hours, then run it on low for probably too long....
I think instead of "Pulling" it as I usually do, I'll let it firm back up and slice it. I don't think this cut of meat will lend it self to pulling the way the eye of round does.
And if that isn't enough to hold me through the vacation break, I have all the ingredients for a pot of Veggie Stew too.
My diet resolution is totally blown.
I was thinking about this lately. I almost helped create the predecessor to the iPhone.
That's what I was doing at Palm, in 2000-2001. We were working on a Palm PDA (codenamed Jabba) that would have a built-in telephone network. (GSM, GPRS, something like that, I didn't work on the RF section). So yeah, back then, except for the camera, you could have done it all, have Apps (in an open development environment) all the usual PDA functions, voice calls and Text messaging, eBook reading.... Not sure about Music playing, but who knows what the future would have brought had the industry not crashed and taken out Palm.
I was working on a thing for "Remote Provisioning" that would allow one's service Provider to send you a specially formatted SMS message that would direct you to an update file and install it (In my documentation I strongly discouraged the use of the silent, automatic feature). But that would allow service providers to supply updates and new features wherever you were.
Unfortunately, in the process I discovered that Palm's TCP/IP stack was incomplete. While they had created and documented all the calls, they had only actually IMPLEMENTED the ones for the features they had needed in previous versions of the OS. And considering the Device/OS divide at Palm, there was little I could do about that.
Anyway, after they laid us all off, and split the company (between Devices and the OS, who'da thunk?) the thing actually came out as the Palm Tungsten M. And it was NOTHING like what we were working on. They added a frigging hard keyboard, fer cryin' out loud! But back then, Blackberry was the thing to beat.
Ah well, just another tale of woe in how I got boned in the Tech Industry. But the mightabeens are the real torture. (Price the market value of 1000 shares of Apple sometime and ask me why I hate Steve Jobs.)
A very telling comment:
If those marching in the streets of Paris were serious every sign would be a cartoon of Mohammed. - Joan of Snark
Only a week after I uploaded it, Kiwi
finally has a new cover – although to be honest, they say each time you go through the submit process fixing other things, it restarts the queue on cover updates....
I had to have a new cover. The original "Eyes in space" cover, supposedly meant to signal SF (the space) and Telepathy (the glowing eyes) really didn't tell you crap about the story.
My friend Sebastian worked with a simple idea I had and then after a few rounds totally blew me away, exceeding my original imagination. I wanted to show the alien character, and I wanted to show the prison situation with her. And yeah, it's meant to be a little sexy, if you're into that kind of thing. Which of course is a signal about the contents to those who are into that kind of thing, and a warning to those who are not.
Sarah didn't like it, she said it made it look like Furry Bondage Porn. But I have to be honest with myself, even with the subtle horror of telepathic manipulation going on in the story, on the physical level, that's what it is. And in the world of Bondage Erotica, constant sex is not required (Consider, how can a bondage story involving a chastity belt be sexy? To the kinky, it is by its very essence, locking up sex.).
Even the reviewers picked up on that. And of course, everyone's least favorite internet troll insulted it as "Fifty Shades of Blue" because he can't tell the brown Al-Natiri from the Na'vi. I wonder if I should try to use that as an editorial review entry....
Now if people would spend a buck to read it, I'd really be happy.
At this point, with my sales rank so low, Amazon's algorithms are burying me, so I have to depend on outside referrers to get any hits.