By the time you read this I should be out at the cabin and will probably have forgotten my computer or taken one without a card reader in it and forgotten the card reader or … whatever. I will have much to do when I get there so I’m preparing this post in advance. It’s “leftovers” again.
We are currently experiencing a historically unprecedented heatwave here in BC. Records are being set daily, including Lytton giving Canada a new all-time high of 49.5C/121F. Here at the cabin we’ve hit 41, which is the hottest it’s ever been here. The heat is supposed to break tomorrow, with thunderstorms. This brings up another problem: lightning. We already have two large, out-of-control wildfires burning not too far away. The smoke cast a haze in the air here this morning. Welcome to Hell.
In fact I’ve only been able to work a couple of hours in the morning before it gets too hot to do anything. I’ve not been going out unless absolutely necessary, and we don’t even let the dogs stay out for long. It’s a case of “just get through this”.
Some bad news: two of our cats have gone missing and the outlook for them is not good. There is water and prey out there if they can find it, but …
Few photos being taken, due to the heat. But here are a few.
Beyond the immediate area many things are happening. BC’s state of emergency will finally be lifted July 1, and many rules relaxed including mandatory mask requirements. I will wait until my 2nd shot (on Friday) has had time to take effect before I doff the N95. Unless I have to keep wearing it against wildfire smoke. *sigh* I’m used to that.
Attempting to get ‘normal’ pictures of our cats only reinforces the notion they are not normal. Not surprising since the world itself is far from normal.
I could go on at length about the world situation right now, but to what end? In over half a century no one has listened to my opinions despite my being proven right repeatedly. So, random thoughts. (The words aren’t important: it’s about the cats. It’s always about the cats.)
And just like that, suddenly Colin Kaepernick was right.
Until it’s no longer fashionable to be anti-racist, that is. Then it will be business as usual again.
If you want to end racism you have to execute people of a certain kind.
The problem will not respond to any other methodology. Sensitivity training isn’t going to do it, and as long as their type are around (never mind in power) nothing changes. I’ve seen vast improvements in social conditions in my lifetime, and then saw them all but vanish in a few years. Why? Because the people who benefit from the hate were still there, lurking in the shadows and awaiting the opportunity to take advantage of fear. All they needed was a champion. No, not a champion but a figurehead; a symbol of authority to put the official stamp of approval on reprehensible behaviour. Even if that approval was only implied and not blatant.
If you’re not willing to end the lives of the people whose very existence causes everyone else trouble, you’re not serious about tackling the issues. We’ve fought wars over this.
Remember: they are perfectly willing (and indeed eager) to kill you to advance their cause.
The prevalent economic system in the world today isn’t capitalism, it’s anti-socialism. All forms of government are some type of socialism. All forms of socialism involve equitable distribution of resources for the common good. Anti-socialism involves inequitable distribution for the benefit of a few at the expense of the many. That’s why feudal systems and dictatorships inevitably fail. You can see the signs of anti-socialism in CEO’s having their compensation cut to a mere $5.8 million during the pandemic when the people who actually did the work of the company are having to survive on a $2,000 per month government handout (that the government can’t afford to pay).
Remember that “socialism” and “society” have the same root word. If you don’t have one you don’t have the other; you have chaos and anarchy.
57 police officers resigned in support of their comrades who beat up a 70+-year-old-man. That’s 57 job openings welcome. It also shows that every law enforcement agency (and indeed legislative body) needs to be vetted for these bullies, whether racist or just power-crazed, so that they can be permanently removed and given restricted social standing. Yes, let them feel what it’s like to be a minimum-wage slave for a change. Bar them from voting too, so they can’t build a political power base of abuse. Again.
Lessons from the pandemic include:
All false medical practices need to be stopped and outlawed.
People who actually do work are more valuable than unskilled and interchangeable executives who earn lots of money for contributing nothing to the company.
Symbolic gestures are just as useless and damaging as riots.
Gasoline that cost $1.38/L before the lockdown still generated a profit at $0.89/L. Because the law of supply and demand is based on greed, not some magic ability for more money to make a product appear out of thin air in an instant. Same goes for PPE.
Reality is not a matter of public opinion to be voted on.
Politicians are least able to deal with crises because they are the least qualified in any given field, yet are put in charge of everything.
No country should allow itself to become dependent on another country for essential goods of any kind.
The ecology actually is important. A lot of businesses are not.
If you are wounded, look for a man with scars.
Don’t do business with anyone who doesn’t share your ethical nature.
The current crises will all blow over and everyone will go back to doing things the same as before. Oh wait: that’s not a lesson from the pandemic, it’s a lesson from a long life.
I’m too old to deal with this stuff, to fight the battles, to try and educate the young. So I’m just reverting to my “selfish” lifestyle and I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, my life, or my opinions.
*The title is an adaptation of Edward Gorey’s “Dancing Cats and Neglected Murderesses”
Do you have cats?
If you answered “yes” to that and read the title you already know what is coming.
We have three cats: Hannibal, Boots, and Squeak. When it’s time to change the bed they like to “help”. Unfortunately their idea of helping doesn’t exactly jibe with getting anything done.
First of all, you have to get the resident cat off the bed in order to remove the old linen. If there isn’t a cat on it when you start, there will be before you can get the top bit lifted. So you must lift the cat first. This sounds easy until you try it any realize not only do they make noises of objections (Squeak is quite vocal about this, hence her name), but they are also equipped with multiple cat anchors which means if you lift the cat you get the covers too. It can sometimes take half a day just to get the bed stripped, because if you go away and leave it the cats will too – until you return.
The second battle is fought putting the new sheets on. There is a lump. Remove the cat, spread out bottom sheet … there is a lump again. Remove cat, spread out bottom sheet … there is a lump again. Repeat as needed. The lump will reappear at every stage. Sometimes you have an under lump and an over lump. Sometimes you have three. Just keep working at it: if you start the process around 6:00 AM you might even be finished by nightfall.
This last time Boots, best known for her talents as a mouser, interior decorator, and acrobat (she hasn’t quite worked out how to walk on the ceiling, but she’s working on it), decided every piece of cloth that moved was something to be violently attacked. Usually she reserves this behaviour for human toes, but en lieu of those she’ll pounce on anything that moves. These were brand new sheets. Now they are slightly perforated.
Obviously this whole problem could be abated by locking the cats out of the bedroom, but on the other hand having to replace the door every time you change the bed would get a tad expensive too. Non-cat people would not understand this. You don’t train cats. Cats train you. You want to go through life without punctured skin? Get a goldfish.
Oh well, at least we’re certainly tired enough to sleep. Mind you that isn’t a difficult thing to achieve. Especially not if you’re a cat; they sleep wherever and whenever. Except when someone is making a bed; they’ll be right there to help.
Just thought I’d mention a few things you may not know about.
First of all, the most accurate information about Autism is buried on a hard drive somewhere. You see, they asked an Autistic person who was high functioning (Asperger’s) and also happened to be an electrical engineer and psychologist to look into the matter. So he studied a lot of Autistics, analyzed the results, theorized against known medical knowledge, and came up with the most extensive understanding of the condition that there is. It included symptoms and coping strategies.
Everyone immediately rejected this because it didn’t pander to their favoured theories and prior prejudices even though it “worked out” in absolutely 100% of cases subjected to analysis. But since it wouldn’t allow thousands of people who do not understand it to go on writing as if they did based on their tiny, singular experiences the information has never been published. It probably has evaporated off magnetic storage by now. So keep on with your thousands of different sects of Autism as Religion, because science is dead now anyway.
WordPress is utter garbage, existing only to try and dupe people into giving them money for nothing. It’s Facebook Fallacy; where users are led to believe that giving the host company money will somehow improve their coverage and potential return. Pay to feed your egos if you like, but understand that “up to” starts and ends at zero.
I’m just trying to get through today. That’s my plan for the foreseeable future, which isn’t far ahead. Having a helluva time fighting depression right now. It’s true depression: there’s not much wrong in my life at the moment, yet at the same time I’d prefer to be dead.
The Saab model 99 was not named for Agent 99 from the Get Smart! TV show of the 1960s.
People who make jokes a lot are often the most seriously depressed. Robin Williams.
I need a massive government grant to study something. I want to create two identical Facebook Pages, one advocating the summary execution of all Democrats and another identical but for Republicans. Load them up with the same content, only altering the subject where needed, and then see what happens. My guess is the one demanding the death of Dems would be heralded as an expression of free speech whereas its mirror image for Reps would be taken down ASAP as hate speech. Why? Because the most vocal opponents would be Reps who revel in violence – except if it is applied to them. So you would have members of both parties calling for the removal of the anti-Rep Page but only Dems demanding the anti-Dem Page go.
It’s sunny and bright and cold and getting through today is difficult. I know tomorrow will be too, then it will become slightly easier for a little while.
So this guy I know got a great deal on a box full of diecast and I offered to buy 3 I was interested in from him. You need to know I’d sent him like $200+ worth of goodies last year utterly free, and he only paid $35 for this box of dozens of cars. Right. So he wants $80 for 3. He can get stuffed. I could have reimbursed for the whole cost of what he got plus shipping, but no he had to be greedy. What he doesn’t know is I was about to send him some more free stuff. Not sure I will now.
Have I mentioned I’d like to be dead?
There is no joy in life. Marie Kondo is an self-important ass who needs to shut up.
Just a few things I thought I’d mention. I don’t care what you think about any of it, because none of you care what I think about it.