Why do the shoes always lose?! Because of defeat!

Sunday Morning. Banging my head against Spanish tests on line. It gets frustrating if the “construct” isn’t explained easily enough that you can grasp it.

You know. It’s not Why Can’t Johnny Learn, but more like Why Can’t The Teachers Make Themselves Understood.

So that may be a bit harsh, but I needed a break. Screaming at the computer does not help…

But laughing at it does.

 

 
A priest, pastor, and clergyman are sitting in a boat, fishing.

Around 7p.m. , it starts to get dark and the three have to get to shore.
Unfortunately , they hit a rock while rowing back and the boat springs a leak.
The 3 begin sinking.

The clergyman and priest begin freaking out, but then the pastor says, “guys, relax! We have faith in Jesus, remember?
If we pray to Jesus with true faith that Jesus will protect us, we can walk on water!”

The pastor prays, and then gets out of the boat.
The priest and clergyman watch in awe as he walks across the water and safely reaches the shore.

The priest says, “If God protected him, He will protect me, too!”.
He prays, and proceeds to exit the boat and walk safely across the water to join the pastor on the shore.

The clergyman says, “Well, if they can do it, I can do it too!”.
So he prays, and gets out of the boat, only to begin sinking.

As the priest and pastor watch the clergyman’s head become surrounded by water, they look at each other and the pastor asks a single question.

“Do you think we should have told him where the rocks were?”

A family member told me that my sausage puns are dreadful but I’ve told wurst.

See here’s the thing. That phrase You Are What You Eat is becoming more and more proven as we go on. Food here in the US is generally free of strange accidental things like bugs and dirt, but unfortunately is chock full of sugar and artificial chemicals.

So either make your own from safe ingredients, or suffer the consequences.

Just like this person here.

 

 

My friend has intestinal problems.

However, he’s found that eating certain kinds of food helps. Normally, he keeps them all to himself, but the other day he got really sick and had nothing to eat, so I offered to pick him up some groceries.

“Sure thing… Could you get some apples, beans, and alphabet soup?”

Now, apples and beans I’d heard help with his particular set of problems, but the soup was news to me. I didn’t comment on it at time, though, since I figured he probably just wanted something quick to eat that wouldn’t hurt his intestines.

So I go to the store, pick up these groceries, and drive them straight to his house. I go in to set them down, and he immediately asks for some of the soup. I figure the poor guy must be starving, so I go ahead and heat some up and bring it to him.

Soon as I do, be chugs it down and immediately runs off to the bathroom. When he comes back, he tells me he’s feeling much better.

“Great news, but how did that work?”

“Ah, turns out I just needed a good vowel movement.”

The Square Pot, Or How Eric’s Planter is Becoming A Herb Farm

A while back, a local friend, Eric, gave me a bunch of planters.

He was moving from his apartment only a few blocks away to another one a little further out.  That old place had a patio area where he could have his planters, and raised an interesting collection of flowers and milkweed.

I also got most of his milkweed and it’s out in my backyard under various cover so that some gets eaten to sticks by hungry Monarch Butterflies, but not all of it.

He did have this one nicer planter.  It is a square on top, almost a cube.  He wanted it back once he landed and since I have the room, I was going to hang onto it for him when he came calling for it.

I did wait a while, but he never asked for it back after settling in.

Typical to my own quirky behavior, if I have a spare planter, it will get used.

I moved it out to my front porch and clipped a few cuttings off my Ruellia.  I have rather a lot of Ruellia, and it does spread somewhat, so there’s a small background noise of me cutting plants and debating Throw Or Cut.

This was one of those days.  Smiling I said “Lets make a planter for Eric”.

Ruellia Cuttings will mope and look dead or dying for a month but almost always snap back alive with generous watering.  Just snip the cutting below a knuckle where the leaves come out and you’re golden.  The Ruellia was only planted on one half of the planter and I was going to put something else in there.

Basil.  I have a lot of the stuff, and as a result I also have a lot of seeds.  Two weeks later the Basil has started to sprout.

Mind you, I wandered out there looking over the pot a morning later and was having breakfast.  Some Canteloupe with seeds fell out of the bowl and landed in a corner.  Weirdly, the Canteloupe sprouted.

I really have no idea if I will manage to get anything out of the Canteloupe but this weird little garden will be in that spot for a while.   If the vines do grow up and out of the pot, I can let them grow into my garden in front of it.

This all comes from the theory of when something nice happens, even for a small while, do something nice in return.

The other day I contacted Eric and told him this story and he generously told me to keep it as he doesn’t have space.

It’s taken root here I guess, purple flowers blooming every single day and the Basil that was meant to go into someone else’s tomato sauce will go into mine.

Who doesn’t like Fresh Basil!?

So Thanks, Eric, I’m out to put more cuttings in that pot.

I got a new dry erase board at work. It’s remarkable!

You really do have to be careful when you speak.

While I try, I have managed to confuse myself in two languages.

This is one of those stories.

 

Two students are late for school, so their teacher sends them to the principal’s office.

The first boy enters and sits down. The principal asks him why he was late, to which the boy responds, “I was throwing sticks in the lake.” The principal, new at the school, thinks to himself, “Boy, this school sure is strict – that’s not really worth an offense worth going to the principal’s office over. Heck, I loved doing things like that when I was a kid!” Pretending to be dead serious so that the boy might shape up a little, he slowly says, “Well, knock it off and get to class on time from now on. You won’t get off as easy if I see you back in here after this.” The boy furiously nods his head and practically sprints out of the office.

As soon as the door closes, the other boy comes in after him and sits down in front of the principal’s desk. The principal asks him why he’s late, and he gives the exact same response – he was throwing sticks in the lake. A bit annoyed now, but understanding that the boys were just enjoying themselves together, and reminiscing on his own youth, the principal tells him, “I’ll let you off the hook this time, but go to class and come to school on time. You’re here to learn – don’t squander your opportunities by goofing off.” The student, now red in the face, gives a faint “Yes” and leaves the office. Satisfied, the principal smiles, leans back in his chair, and thinks to himself, “These kids aren’t so bad. I think I’ll like it here.”

No sooner than the instant he finishes that thought, the door swings open for a third time, and a boy who looks to be about as old as the other two slowly walks into the office, soaking wet, completely disheveled and tracking mud everywhere he steps. He gets to the chair the other students sat at before him, angrily grumbles to himself, and sits down in a huff, furiously staring at the tiled floor. The principal, a bit fed up at this point, but still not wanting to be overly harsh, jokingly says, “Let me guess: throwing sticks in the lake with your friends, and you bit off a little more than you could chew?”

The boy, seething, snaps, “No – I’m Sticks.”

A toothpick saw a hedgehog. “Oh wow, a bus.” It says.

See, when you need help, sometimes you just get someone to show up just at the nick of time.
So my mom decided to sell her house, but she’d always promised she’d get the boulder out of her front yard.

It was an eyesore, but she couldn’t handle it herself. I was still in college, so on a long weekend, I loaded all the guys I could in my car, drove the 11 hours home.
We borrowed a truck, backed it right up, and tried to lift it. We couldn’t move it.

So I called in all the old high school friends I could reach. It still wouldn’t budge.

So we get scientific, try to wedge a metal beam from the garage under it, and slip an old tool chest in as a fulcrum, hoping to pry it loose.

The beam bends, and the tool chest actually snaps.

By now, it’s been a few hours, most of the group is ready to give up, and the pizza and drinks I’d offered and running out, when I see Nate pull in next door.
He was our neighbor’s son, rarely showed up to visit her, but felt like a godsend at that moment.

I convinced myself one more man would make a difference, which seems a little less crazy when you know Nate.
He’s 6’8″, and pure muscle.
He holds back when shaking hands so he doesn’t hurt people, and still feels like he’s going to crush you hand.
He grabbed me by the arm to pull me out of the way of a speeding car once, and they had to put the arm in a cast, because his grip broke it.
Saved my life at least.
Plus, Nate is a landscaper, and I figured he might have trick to help us.

So I thought with everyone and Nate, we got this. I ask Nate for help with the boulder, start waving everyone else over.

Only Nate doesn’t wait for us.

He just grabs the boulder and pops it up into the truck.

And that’s how I learned a valuable lesson: better Nate than lever.

Meet Mothra, My Mystery Moth

I keep telling those folks Up North that Florida has weird wildlife.

Ball Pythons and other snakes in the Everglades.

Iguanas grazing in my backyard.

Those damn Muscovy Ducks all over the place.

This is much more benign.

I’ve grown accustomed to seeing large flocks of birds around town.  Green parrots shrieking at Dawn and Sunset call to flock.  Flocks of white Snowy Egrets hunting for grubs in the yards around here and sometimes standing on the roof of a car from time to time.

So when I see large things flapping around my front yard, I tend to only give them passing notice.

It rained for a couple days straight this week.  The first sunny day we have Zebra Mosquitoes that can carry you off.  The second one it’s the dance of the Dragonflies that dine on those evil creatures.  All the while it’s Zebra and Swallowtail Butterflies and my Monarch Butterflies dining on the flowers.

This was a bit of a shock.

Moths in my mind are wee little coin sized creatures.   They silently fly around eating things that they can get at but are never too numerous.  It isn’t a case of running for the hills, it’s more like, “Oh. There’s a Moth.”

I thought there was yet-another bird confused and fluttering on the front porch.

Nope.  I finally looked up from my Big Green Chair where I was practicing my Spanish and taking tests and I saw this total Unit of a Moth.

I mean huge.

As in the size of your hand.  Flip your hand over and look at the palm.  Then have your fingers touch each other at the outstretched flat tips.

Six inches, 15 CM of absolute moth.

I have never seen a beast like this.

I allowed its privacy while it could probably see me.

Buenos tardes, senor, como estas?

Good afternoon Mr Moth.

Or Mrs, I don’t know how to tell.

I did get curious, so next trip off my perch, I walked out front with the camera and did the tourist thing.

It visited me for a day and a half and one moment it was gone.  Flapped its bird sized wings and flew off into the Florida Sunset.

Sipping my Iced Tea.  “Weird freaky wildlife we’ve got here.  Most of it is introduced.  That’s a story for another day.”

Why can’t a bicycle stand on its own ? Because it’s two tired.

After a burglary a store owner calls the police. After they arrive one officer takes the owner aside to ask about what happened:

“How tall was the perp'”, the officer asked. “He was about six foot”, the owner replied.

“Did he have any distinguishing characteristics?” “Well, he did have a large mole on his cheek.”

“Interesting. What was he wearing?” “He was wearing a suit.”

“A suit, you say? What was his demeanor like?”, the officer continued. “I can’t really say.”

Suddenly the officer got out his ticket book. “I hate to do this, but I’m going to have to write you a ticket.”

“Why?” The store owner looked at him in shock.

“Well, it’s the missed demeanor of course.”

 

And two Boomerang one liners since I don’t know what to do with them!

What do you call a boomerang that doesn’t come back? A stick.
One day I forgot how to throw a boomerang but then it hit me!

What do you call a confused pig? Hamboozled.

Sitting watching an early morning rain, wondering if the city will get its Pride celebration off the ground or will it be washed out.

Not that you have to be involved at any level but when a Pride Celebration is scheduled for a place just two blocks away from your living room, you will have a party.

Or you just can sit in and let others have fun.

As for me, I have been tasked with making Lunch today, so it’s going to be a very very busy day.

…If I can get that dough started!

Whatever you do today, hopefully it will be Positive, Uplifting, and Proud.

Enjoy yourself, no matter what.

 

 

Three men walking in a desert

Three men are walking in a desert when they stumble across a wizard next to a magical slide ‘Slide down this ride shout out the name of your favorite drink’ the wizard commands

The three men question his logic but never the less the first man climbs to the top of the slide and begins to slide down ‘Coke’ the man shouts and to his amazement he winds up in a pool of coke The second man is already at the top as he slides down he yells ‘Fanta’ and he too ends up in a pool of his favorite beverage.

The last man is up at the top of the slide is is a lot dumber then his comrades and is known for being idiotic sooooo when he is sliding down forgetting about what he is doing and enjoying himself he screams ‘weeeeeeeeeee’

Splash!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well I don’t know what you were expecting

Raspberry Pi – How to clone your boot chip and backup your system

Basically, I came to the conclusion that I needed to use my Linux Desktop to do a clone of my Raspberry Pi.  Windows has different tools, Mac has some of the same tools and I believe dd is available under terminal.

 

I’m not a Mac or Windows Guy, I use Debian Linux, exclusively.

The lay of the land is

  • Host Computer running Linux
  • Sufficient space on the internal hard drive
  • A chip reader to connect the chip to the USB chain of the host computer

So you have a credit card sized computer.  The little computer that could.

You decided to do some things to it and perhaps got your feet wet using Linux.

Good for you.  That’s one good use for a Raspberry Pi.

It’s a machine that is best used for learning.  Doing weird projects like you see all over the place.

I have the second “use case” for it here.  It’s a great Print Server.  I turn it on, my Linux desktop sees it, and I can print to it.

All that requires some customization of the machine, installing CUPS, maybe some other things like using it as a small data server with SAMBA.

You got your machine stable but did you back it up?

After all, if you’re playing with RTL-SDR and want to look at some amateur radio using the Pi to serve the radio out from where the antenna is, it will take more customization that you won’t want to lose.

Ok, so since the Raspberry Pi can run off a couple rechargeable batteries or a wall wart, it’s getting put out in the shed and is now nice and stable but the second situation comes to mind for backing it up.

Debian and Raspbian will be upgraded to the next version “very soon”.  There’s no rush for that, the old stable will be maintained for a few years, I mean Linux isn’t managed like Windows is, is it?

Even though the next version, Testing, is stable enough to use as a daily driver like I do, you really do want to back that machine before you upgrade in case you do it wrong.

One final reason to back up is that the Raspberry Pi occasionally corrupts the litlle SDHC chip that has the Operating System on it due to static electricity, power pops and so forth.  That is how the hardware is constructed, you can’t avoid power instability without filters or battery backups.

Get the picture?

Here is how I do a backup, and when I am done, I have an .ISO file that I can write out to a different chip.

  • First shut down and power off the Pi.
  • Remove the Pi’s Boot Chip and put it in your USB Chip Reader.
  • Make sure your Linux Host Computer is turned on, and booted.
  • Navigate to the directory you want to store your .ISO image with Terminal under Root.
  • Plug the USB Chip Reader with the chip into the USB Port.
  • From the Root Prompt run “dmesg“.  dmesg will scroll very quickly all the console information, but what you are looking for is a message that says that you plugged in something to /dev/sdb or similar.  In my case, it came up on /dev/sdd .  The messages that I got when I plugged the chip in are below.

[132387.203934] usb 3-2: new SuperSpeed Gen 1 USB device number 8 using xhci_hcd
[132387.224573] usb 3-2: New USB device found, idVendor=05e3, idProduct=0749, bcdDevice=15.32
[132387.224577] usb 3-2: New USB device strings: Mfr=3, Product=4, SerialNumber=2
[132387.224579] usb 3-2: Product: USB3.0 Card Reader
[132387.224580] usb 3-2: Manufacturer: Generic
[132387.224582] usb 3-2: SerialNumber: 000000001532
[132387.227673] usb-storage 3-2:1.0: USB Mass Storage device detected
[132387.263161] scsi host2: usb-storage 3-2:1.0
[132388.282897] scsi 2:0:0:0: Direct-Access     Generic  STORAGE DEVICE   1532 PQ: 0 ANSI: 6
[132388.286984] sd 2:0:0:0: Attached scsi generic sg3 type 0
[132388.679099] sd 2:0:0:0: [sdd] 31116288 512-byte logical blocks: (15.9 GB/14.8 GiB)
[132388.679447] sd 2:0:0:0: [sdd] Write Protect is off
[132388.679450] sd 2:0:0:0: [sdd] Mode Sense: 21 00 00 00
[132388.679775] sd 2:0:0:0: [sdd] Write cache: disabled, read cache: enabled, doesn’t support DPO or FUA
[132388.686945]  sdd: sdd1 sdd2 < sdd5 sdd6 sdd7 >
[132388.688860] sd 2:0:0:0: [sdd] Attached SCSI removable disk

  • The command to do the backup is a simple dd command.  This command will be creating a file called raspberrypibackup.iso in the present working directory.  Assuming your linux host saw the USB stick as /dev/sdb the command is following:

dd if=/dev/sdb of=raspberrypibackup.iso conv=noerror,sync status=progress


Really that is it.  Just issue that command, walk away.  It took about an hour for me to do this al, plenty of time to do something else.

Or just go have a coffee.

When it is complete you will have your backup ISO and you can copy that back out to a chip or just leave the file on your hard disc as an archive.

The restore is the same dd command with the if and of parameters swapped:

dd if=raspberrypibackup.iso of=/dev/sdb conv=noerror,sync status=progress

Two men walk into a bar. You would think the second one would have seen it coming.

Love Drunk People

A man and his wife are awakened at 3 a.m. by a loud pounding on the door. The man gets up and goes to the door where a drunken stranger, standing in the pouring rain, is asking for a push.

‘Not a chance,’ says the husband ‘it’s three in the morning!’ He slams the door and returns to bed.

‘Who was that?’ asks his wife.

‘Just some drunk guy asking for a push,’ he answers.

‘Did you help him?’ she asks.

‘No, I did not, its three in the morning and its pouring with rain out there!’.

‘Well you do have a short memory,’ says his wife. ‘Cant you remember about three months ago when we broke down, and those two guys helped us? I think you should help him, and you should be ashamed of yourself!’

The man does as he is told, gets dressed, and goes out into the pouring rain.

He calls out into the dark, ‘Hello, are you still there?’

‘Yes,’ comes back the answer.

‘Do you still need a push?’ calls out the husband.

‘Yes, please!’ comes the reply from the dark.

‘Where are you?’ asks the husband.

‘Over here on the swing,’ replies the drunk.