I have far too many things on my Desktop and also open in windows to post about. Instead, I slept poorly for half the day, and then spent the rest of the time cleaning up my seriously dangerous method of storing passwords in, essentially, plain text. At least it was not in “the cloud”. I have worked to overwrite the old file so it should be unrecoverable.
Also, I went around closing/deleting accounts for sites I have no use for anymore. Amazon makes it incredibly annoying and deceptive to delete them, and then people like that wonder why laws and regulations appear to micromanage them. Fine job there, Jeffrey [sic].
I have also backt up my Email accounts and even fixed the contact information on some old dude’s accounts that I watch over for trouble. That and started on my tax filings. YaY for proactivity!
I am slowly cleaning out my grand mother’s attic and outbuildings. One of these outbuildings has always been storage for old things, and the other was supposed to store a riding lawn mower, but never did. Found this (Columbus day) time:
- The wooden shell of an old television console that had belonged to her… niece? Anyway, it was full of old irons and was otherwise crapped up.
- Three bags of completely set up concrete.
- One unopened bag of rock salt for ice melting.
- Two old 1 room school house desks.
- A hole in the roof.
- Ten t0ns of stink bugs.
- Suprizingly few wasps and bees.
- Miscellaneous wood scraps of no value.
- Empty boxes and old styrophoam packaging inserts.
I am sure I’ve forgotten some things, but a good deal of trash was taken out and discarded. One of the outbuildings can now be walked into maybe 3 meters. The one with the hole in the roof still has to be torn down, as there is a large tree taking the roof off.
As an aside, one of the buildings is wired for electricity, and back in 2008 when a new roof was installed, the contractor unknowingly nailgunned through the Greenfield cable that ran the lights. This resulted in endless blown fuses until I was able to figure it out during a visit there. You can still see the writing on the cieling where I warn future users to not reconnect the wire. I should take that out someday.
OK, I know I have been quiet on here for some time, but I hope I can publish more better than <1.0 post/month.
I have settled into my new apartment, but just took a shower today. Mostly because I was too dirty feeling.
I am fighting with my old phone company to get my previous account canceled. I thought I had done so before I moved out, but I guess not.
I bought and had delivered a new 256 GB flash portable SSD drive because I lost the 64 GB one I had been using to date. Which is embarrassing.
On Tuesday, I will hopefully have an important announcement…
EDIT (May 9, 2016): Added a “read more” line for people on slow connexions.
From my my grand mother’s attic, here is this paper binder cover for a series of juvenile magazines about the current affairs of the day:
Similar to Gioia, I found this in my grand mother’s attique:
It is a 10 ream paper box. I have no idea what happened to the company, other than it disappeared in the pre-Internet days, so there is no record of it online… at all.
Any information would be welcome. It is a beautifully designed logo, especially the semicircle dots on the lowercase i’s.
Going through grand-mother’s attic today turned up two violins, one her husband’s father used to play to square dancers, and the other from a distant relation she had befriended a number of years. Both are in disreputable condition and are probably useless since they’re ~75-100 years old.
Also turned up were old college advertizing calendars from the 1970s or early 1960s, endless Christmas matter, old bags that “ladies” used to hold their yarn when they sewed, but mostly Christmas matter that I think is ugly.
What else… styrophoam crafty things that are getting given away because someone else can and will use them, unlike us. Old hand-made stuffed toys and a game called “Blockhead!” that, amazzingly, has a Wikipedian page on it!.
In trolling through my maternal grand mother’s matter, I found, stufft in a shipping tube from CEIBA-GIGY that originally contained pharmaceutical advertising posters to a dead doctor, this: