Sunday afternoon, I was helping a buddy dice up a fallen tree. When I got home, I didn’t have my phone. Like a normal person, I went through recent events.
While working on the bedroom cabinets, I found this wretched hive in the corner of the garage about 4 feet from my worktable.
A few yellow jackets have been buzzing around for a week. Now I know where they’ve settled. Rather than hose them down with hornet spray or put on the bee suit to play Hulk smash, I dusted them with Sevin insecticide.
In a day or so, they will be back in hell.
The photo on the left is facing North, toward a sky the color of a Chinese egg1. It’s so dark, the camera switched to night mode. The photo on the right is facing South, toward a pleasant sky.
Both photos were taken at 8:44 AM this morning, two hours after dawn. Weather radar is not encouraging.
National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration (NOAA) predicts a below average hurricane season.
NOAA anticipates 7-13 named storms and 2-6 hurricanes, which includes 0-2 major hurricanes.
That’s good, but how well does NOAA predict hurricane seasons? AI is good at answering those kinds of questions. (If it’s not lying or making this up.)
From Bing:
Seasonal hurricane count forecasts: Generally accurate, hitting the target range about 69% of the time, but with a bias toward under‑forecasting in extreme seasons.
Enes Kanter Freedom declares himself 2027 WNBA prospect, cites eligibility rules
First it was Sophie Cunningham. She seems fun and good. Now a retired NBA player declares himself to be a woman and announced his eligibility for the 2027 WNBA draft.
“I am definitely not here to mock, make fun of, or disrespect any community or personal choices,” he said, adding that he wants the WNBA’s rules “applied equally, consistently, and without exception.”
Sophie has been clear on what a woman is, and been getting a lot of shit about it. WNBA management and the players union haven’t been so clear. It’s time to pick a side.
I was wondering about headboards. Before I build a headboard, there has to be a place to put it. A headboard could cantilever off the end of the bed platform, but that leaves a lot of empty space between the bed platform and the wall.
It’s a medium sized bedroom in a small house. That space can’t be wasted, so I want to build cabinets. Two cabinets below to hold spare bedding, sheets, towels and pillows. A small cabinet on top to hold pill bottles that usually sit on top of the dresser. Same thing on the other side of the bed.
The Aussie beagle that ate 1.1kg of jelly snakes
This beagle is so pissed off because she ate 5 to 10% of her body weight in what we’d call gummy bears. She thought she was so clever for stealing a bag of candy, then her owners took her to the vet to induce barfing.
Xylitol is a sugar substitute that spikes insulin in dogs, and can trigger hypoglycemia. A few of grams of xylitol is enough to put the dog in the hospital, and that could be just a few gummy bears.
Fortunately, these jelly snakes had no xylitol, so all the vomiting was for nothing.
The Merck Veterinary Manual has actual scientific information.
A storm rolled through in the middle of the night. At 4 am, Sparky was panting and pacing around my bed. There is some concern that he might need to take an adrenaline shit, but that’s not why I got out of bed.
I was told by a trusted source that my old Bissell is no longer fit for purpose. Vacuum cleaners are of no interest to me, but I can take a hint. When I saw the Dyson with the sphere at Costco, I got that.
I should have known better. A civilization has to be at least a Type II on the Khardashev scale for a Dyson sphere, and we aren’t close to that.
I don’t recall the last time I watched a movie, and thought that I want to watch it again in a few days. That might be Begonia, with Emma Stone.
Even more rare is pausing a movie to think about the situation before seeing what happens. The Martian comes to mind.