I stumbled across this just a bit ago. It’s called ‘worldometers‘. Absolutely astounding, reading these figures. I’m not sure which number to comment on. They’re all … well, astounding. Am I repeating myself?
In working with wood, I bought N95 masks several years ago. They were, after all, the best ones one could buy. So shopping at Rona a week ago, they only had regular dust masks. I asked why they didn’t have N95 masks on the shelves yet. It’s been a year since the newest coronavirus had been discovered. Couldn’t the supply chain have ramped up supply for the demand by now?
How hard is it to get parts for older PCs? Hard.
I’ve been in need of a power button & LED board for my Fujitsu P7120. I’ve been searching for the past year and haven’t found one until now. PCHub.com says they have one for US$36. I’ve ordered from them before, and they seem to sell reliable stuff. I wonder how long it would take to deliver. Then again, I’ve been needing one for a year and a half, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
I find various articles on my home page when I first start up Firefox. I found this one this morning. In comic form, it almost seems comedic.
I’d say this is a must-read.
… if, for no other reason, we don’t want to face extinction ourselves.
My new router, the DeWalt 611, is coming. But when? I ordered it on Amazon on Sept. 15, 2020, but it apparently still hasn’t left the gate yet – not yet en route. (En router? Get it? Route(r)?)
Sitting outside on the multi-coloured bench with a cup of coffee and a tablet reading the news, I find a calm and peaceful serenity that replaces the morning fog before the caffeine hits. I watched the moon and the sun trade places and fawns hop around like they’ve just eaten a pile of oats. A cacophonous raucous of birds broke the silence of the morning with their ritual meeting-in-the-trees. I watered my flowerbed and a bit of the grass and picked up some trash that blew in on the last chinook. I watched at 7:41am the water pressure dip a bit, signifying that the folks are up (toilet flushing). Eventually hunger will set in, and I’ll go inside for a bagel with peanut butter. But, for now, I’m enjoying the calm.
Oh my goodness. I read various articles that pop up on by Firefox browser start page. They catch my eye, and off I go into the never-never land of short reads. I enjoy most of them, and some of them I just abandon half-way through. However, there is one that I just have to comment on.
It seems to me that the writer (writer?) of this article has lost his / her mind. At least with navel-gazers, they’re picking apart imaginary parts of their own selves. But this writer … <sigh> Have we nothing more to fix these days without trying to fix imaginary problems? Has this writer been in quarantine too long?
This was one of the most gruelling hikes for us – Mo & family and me. We talked about a hike a few days before. I brought a brochure of hikes in the Crowsnest Pass for Mo & family to look at. Since S really wanted a hike during one of our last year’s camping trips, I suggested that she pick the spot. She picked the North York Creek plane crash hike. It’s south of Coleman, AB. I asked if anybody mined that I drove because my stomach had been iffy – motion sickness often gets to me. So we all piled into my van and went. We stopped at Subway for a bite before heading up. The weather was decidedly cool when we got out – a balmy 16°C. We were wondering if it would be chilly and rainy all day.
We drove seemingly in every direction, winding through the town, before finally heading south up a paved then gravel road, higher and higher up the mountain. We saw signs for our destination. We found a parking area (called a staging area – not sure why), parked there, and ate half our subs before heading up the gravel road toward our destination. Quads and dirt bikes screamed by. We wondered if we were in the right area – after all, M & M have kids. I asked a guy sitting in his truck if we were in the right spot; he suggested that we were way off, that we needed to keep going way up the road another few kilometres. So we did.
Mo was a little freaked by all the potholes, concerned that it would damage the van. It was rough, and we bounced around like a bunch of Mexican jumping beans in the van. So we parked the van and started hiking. More vehicles were going by. It was still a long hike up, but we came across a bridge (that everyone told us about) and a fork and decided to go up the steeper grade.