Craigslist Scammers

Man, they are flat on it!  Yesterday, when I picked up the project bike, I told my friend I’d help her sell two older bikes her late husband had in storage, his homebuilt racing bike and a mid- to late-60s Ducati single he was planning to restore.  She doesn’t have an internet connection, so I […]

Photoblogging (in Lieu of Writing)

Nothing much to say today, so I’ll post four photos instead. Wednesday at the air museum I photographed some aircraft awaiting restoration.  It wasn’t till later, downloading the photos, that I realized all three aircraft were British.  In the top left photo, sitting in front of the museum’s restoration hangar, are a Hawker Hunter (in […]

Monday Bag of Apples

My old PC started to die a couple of months ago.  As time went on the process accelerated.  I decided it was time for a new difference engine, so I made a fresh backup and went shopping.  While looking at new PCs and trying to sort out what kind of core to order, how much […]

Crisis Recovery Mode

I turned the computers off Sunday night because Angie’s visiting from Tampa and sleeping on the Murphy bed in our office.  When I turned my PC back on Monday morning, a warning window appeared telling me my user profile was corrupted.  All my files, settings, contacts, email, etc — not gone exactly, but invisible and […]

Friday Bag of Steak Marinade

The end of the week has come again.  The world’s most interesting couple doesn’t eat much steak, but when we do we eat it on Friday night … and with that in mind I took a flank steak out of the freezer this morning.  This afternoon I’ll put it in a marinade of soy sauce […]

Don’t Be That Guy

Who’s the guy running behind her?  That’s race official Jock Semple, trying to tackle her and pull her out of the marathon, yelling “Get the hell out of my race and give me that number!”  The men running with Katherine blocked him and she was able to finish the race.  Click here for the full […]

Monday Snow Sleet Sneet Blogging

So how’s the weather? Actually bad, for a welcome change. When Tucsonans complain about the weather, we’re usually griping about scattered to broken clouds, and, once in a great while, rain — weather that would be innocuous anywhere else, so don’t pay us no never-mind.  When it snows, we act like the Apocalypse is at […]