Tomato Pocket


That title really makes you wonder doesn’t it?

The other day I was returning from mom’s house after shopping  with her when she gave me a tomato and some other things. I got home and started bringing the stuff into the house, but was caught short handed with contents of the truck and the tomato and other vegetables and my cane. So I did the obvious thing to cover the 10 steps or so to the kitchen table – I put the tomato in my pocket and mosied in. Of course the 10 steps were more than enough for me to completely forget the tomato in my pocket.

A bit later, my wife asked me to check her packing of the truck to go visit our son who just bought his first house and needed some moving help (and the first load of his stuff we have here and thought we’d never get rid of!). The first thing I did was to lean against the bed of the truck to pull on a rope. Suddenly a certain part of my anatomy felt wet and cold and a large wet spot appeared on my pants. Still not remembering the tomato, I stuck my hand in my pocket only to discover the guts of the poor ripe tomato. I remembered the tomato then!

After a change of shorts and underwear, I no longer had a tomato lined pocket. Yea me. Score tomato juice 1, me 0.

I’m Back

After a long and painful journey, I am back. Sort of.

The short version: I am now disabled and can barely type. (From 75 wpm down to 2 wpm) Add the fact that the drug regimen to control the pain makes me sleep at least 16 hours a day plus my voice not being recognized by most transcription tools and you have what will probably not be a torrid posting pace. {*grin*}

The long version is a story too long to share at the moment, so let’s leave it at the combination of hereditary disease and diabetic side effects.

Back to my idle snoring.







You might have noticed that I haven’t had any posts in a while here. That was intentional, part of an experiment I ran involving the spam bots of the universe. Given that there were only a few posts and a very limited number of pointers to this location, the question I asked myself was how long before the problem of spammy comments raised its ugly snout (and how severe the problem would be).

I have let the site sit here with no activity for the last three months. Spam activity started slowly with an average of one spam comment per week in the late December to mid January time frame. Then the address was obviously sold/passed on to several spam targeting lists and the rate began to rise. Late January to early February saw the rate reach an average of 14 spam comments per week. The rise continued, flattening a bit in the last two weeks, attaining a steady state spam incidence rate somewhere around 30 spammy comments per week.

Isn’t it amazing that some machine or idiot is willing to devote all that time and effort to posting spam comments. (Let’s be frank here, these comments didn’t require any intelligence to detect that they were worthless spam.) I cannot picture anyone in their right mind clicking on the links contained therein. Proof positive that even a rate of one click per 100,000 views can generate money enough to drive traffic. How sad. Fortunately there are numerous spam comment filters that will remove them without me lifting a finger. I use Akismet, but there many others equally as good.

In any case, I am now ready to post more, but it may be slow due to issues I’ll go through in upcoming posts. Those of you who actually come visit the site will note that I changed theme and layout yet again – call it a result of it being more fun to play with the endless possibilities in WordPress than to type on a keyboard. (I may change it still more since I dislike left sidebars and glaring white space intensely. Do you have a favorite theme?) Also call it a side effect of moving to a later version of WordPress and wanting to spare some low bandwidth people the pain of detailed art downloads.

To entice your interest, let me leave you with this tip for free health care:

The Day After Christmas

Twas the day after Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The leftovers stuffed the refrigerator with care
in hopes that the big eaters soon would be there.

The groans and the moans were echoing round
from all the overfed people just beginning to sound.
And I in my night coat moaned and rolled over
even as it was announced that it was time to do over.

Why oh why did we eat all that pie
and the plates of food piled so high.
There was nothing to do but dig in again
to remove the trembling mounds of leftovers from the food chain.

From out of the kitchen there arose such a clatter
and who should appear but an elf with a platter.
“I’m sorry to say, but it is time to begin,
you really do need to eat yet again”.

On ham and potatoes and casseroles high
we added the rest of the food with a sigh.
With a final groan of delight
we stuffed on the remains of last night.

It came to an end like a battering ram
when faced with the remains a three week old ham.
We agreed to a man
that we weren’t going to touch that again.

(With apologies to real poets and Clement Clark Moore.)


Have you ever noticed how different various consumer epoxies are?

This thought was brought to mind when I repaired mom’s walker the other day. Like all the walkers I have seen, there are a pair of weak joints that are mig welded, but the axis of strain is such that the welding fatigues and cracks with use. Rather than trying to re-weld, i use the modern equivalent of baling wire: epoxy and a set screw. I learned the methodology from my grandfather. He used epoxy to “weld” the engine block/chassis of an old Case tractor when I was in my teens. The tractor continued in use for many more years without a problem and I have been a fan of epoxy for many things ever since.

Some colored epoxies form a very fatigue prone joint while most of the clear ones form a joint that holds up under heavy use. They are all rated for about the same joint strength, but the stress in walkers on the joint in question is torsional and not perpendicular to the surface. I suspect that if the strength of bond quoted on the package were measured torsionally, they would have very different ratings rather than the same.

In any case, the walker in question is now back together and in use.

Things Done Right