President Biden was Right

It’s rare enough for me to say so that I’ll mention it here:

There was never going to be a good time to withdraw United States troops from Afghanistan. It was always going to end in tears. The band-aid is pulled off and (surprised pikachu) the situation has deteriorated rapidly. I read the transcript of his speech and found nothing to disagree with. I’m not sure that I credit him with writing it, but I agree with most all of it.

[Solved] Equalizer for bluetooth headphones on Windows PC

First: Install Equalizer APO:

Restart, and install Peace Equalizer, a user interface for Equalizer APO

This is supposed to be good from Windows Vista to 10, and it definitely worked on my 10 installation. YMMV.

$0 solution, nice!

Using vapes to prove masks don’t work is dumb

ok this bothered me enough to look it up and my hunch was right.

I saw a video from a doctor proving masks don’t work. This is a typical example screenshot: he sucks in a giant hit on a vape pen and then exhales a cloud of vapor around the edges of a very (intentionally) ill-fitting mask:

ok so how big are the particles exhaled by people who vape?

Call it 1 micrometer. Well fine, viruses are smaller than that, right? Right, guise?

There’s a difference between the size of a virion and a particle someone exhales than can carry it into your mucosa. The filtration of a mask obviously depends on the kind and fit of the mask used, but come on here. If you’re doing science, don’t be obviously wrong and/or disingenuous.

If you’re demonstrating a filter doesn’t catch particles, stop using something 5 to 30 times smaller than the thing you’re demonstrating it doesn’t catch. All of which is beside the point. The video from the first picture here, shows that most peoples’ masks DO work . . . to keep from spreading high-velocity large particles. See how he was blowing clouds of small bits out the sides?

Masks catch the big chunky aerosols. That’s the deal. That’s what they’re for. A surgical mask prevents your cough and sneeze juice, as well as your mouth-breather breath, from blasting out straight at the person in front of you. They leave a cloud of smaller particles that evaporate and are not hazardous, or agglomerate and fall down within ~1meter of yourself.

Saying “masks don’t work” because they don’t provide 100% protection is silly. Nothing but sealed Level IV Virus Protection Super Suits with forced air from a HEPA filter is gonna be 100% proof.

yeah, but…

Oh, and since that’s the next question. Yes, masks filter out fine particles. Even this article saying they aren’t perfect shows that they do work to some degree.

Mask *mandates* don’t work because people can be responsible adults without being told. Maks *do* work, but only for what they work for. This is not an open question.

How I feel about my wife, viewer discretion advised

After realizing that I don’t need to escape into a bottle OR into my mind because I found the perfect high right there at home

We’re not broken, just bent, and we can learn to love again …we still have everything…

I remember earlier this year, being on the verge of tears as we were driving along the road – because this was our song, for the past year and some:

You worry sometimes about the one before? Always remember it’s just one ship we’re on here

I don’t know why this website sometimes embeds a video and sometimes won’t even copy a link. Anyway…

Just the chorus and second verse here

My chick? She badder then urs

Fantasy, dirty females version:
Fantasy, dirty males version:

A wish

Things I always think but never tell anyone about my wife

…because it’s none of your business, is why. But she got upset I didn’t praise her here, so try this on for size:

Her eyes are pure brown. When the sun shines through sideways and into them, the beauty of it could take my breath away. When she looks at me, they are full of love. But she can’t look at me for long; I guess I’m hard to look at. She says I’m handsome but she can’t sometimes…and I want to just stare and stare, especially when the light is just-so.

The skin of her face is textured. She has these fine little hairs you can’t see but if you have the immense privilege of touching her, you will feel that it is different to touch than it looks. Sometimes I run my hand over it, savoring that feeling, and that she lets me near.

It’s wonderful to feel her hair no matter what she does, if it’s bedtime in the morning it’s charming. if she pulls it up I like it. If she leaves it down I like it. If her curls are tight or loose or frizzy I like it. It smells like her. Sometimes it smells like her hair products and sometimes it smells like outside, but it always smells like her. When I hold her tight in the night, it goes all up my nose and it’s okay because it’s her. It’s so soft, when I kiss it. She likes me to run my fingers through it when she feels like it’s extra soft. Sometimes I find hairs in my laundry and I like the reminder of her even if it’s an annoying something rubbing me until I figure out what’s loose in my shirt or whatever.

Her face is pretty in profile

Her face is pretty straight on

For a few days more than a year now, my favorite picture has been my computer’s desktop background: her face, grinning at me from the computer screen. She has the cutest little nose, and her cheeks stand proud. When we are in . . . a certain position and she looks down at me, or I look down at her, the beauty of it is so lovely, it almost hurts.

Her lips, when she is not happy to kiss me, they go hard. But when she loves me, they are soft. The little ridge on the front, I play with it. Sometimes I have to remind myself not to bite too hard. Sometimes, she bites my lip too hard also but I don’t mind. The passion behind it more than makes up for a little sore lip for a few minutes (or days)

I think she doesn’t like her eyebrows but they are hers and they look nice actually. They go well with the shape of her face.

Her neck is exactly the right height for me to kiss on and it has a certain effect on her when I do that. Sometimes, I do it just because it is pure joy to have her feel that way in reaction to my love. When her hair is up, it is like an invitation, beckoning me to

Her bosom is soft unless it is confined. Sometimes when she lets me touch my mind just goes blank. She has such curves, y’all.This is the body of a real woman! To run my hands down her side, they move a LOT to follow the shapely shape!

She somewhat dislikes her belly, but it tells me she loves me. All her peers are fat and/or frumpy, but she keeps herself smaller to keep me happy looking at her. Lying in bed at night, I run my hand along the swell of her hip and thigh (she has such curves!) and then she lets me hold her until we sleep. …or until someone kicks, or has to pee… I love our routine. It is our shared experience we do almost every day.

I even like her bad foot. The good foot is very nice to look at and sometimes I … nevermind what I do. But the bad foot shows me she is still vulnerable. She is so strong and brave, sometimes it’s like she doesn’t need me at all, but . . .

…and when she puts on tight jeans, great God what a view!

All of this, always always I know it. This all is a part of me. It’s so personal I can’t share it easily. But here is this little essay in praise of the most attractive woman in the world* because I think she would like to see it.


*to me. There is nobody else I want to see but her. I’m in love, can you tell?

She’s in my bones. She’s part of me.

I already knew I love my wife more than anyone. Adam said Eve was “now bone of my bones, and flesh of my flesh”. I felt it. While making love with the woman I love, I realized, the line between me and other blurred and we were one thing. It was an amazing spiritual connection. Flesh of my flesh, I can dig it. I get it. “God hath joined together” I felt it already.

But . . . bone of my bone? I guessed he was talking about how she was created. But now, I think maybe, he was talking about something else. I have been spending a lot of time, lately, thinking about my lover. I realized one time, when I was thinking about what life would be like without her –

that it felt like my very bones were being ripped apart! –

I can’t explain it but I felt it. For sure. She’s in my bones, y’all. The woman is a part of me and I didn’t realize how much so, until just now. God, what a thing, what a circumstance!

I’m sorry for your cat, baby.

That was the sweetest cat I ever knew. She may have had potty issues but other than that, she really was the best. I’m sorry I’m not there for you. I’m here, though. You know how to get a hold of me, if you want me.

You know I love you and I’ll be prayin’ extra prayers for you just now. I already did. Good thing my desk is in a hole or people would see me crying for your hurting right now. Everybody has sniffles in central Texas though. I told my manager I might have to dip out and be with family but . . . well . . .

To the one who does not care

It was the worst thing to do and I didn’t think.

I apologize. Please

please please forgive me.

I have never really felt remorse for anything, nothing at all compared to this.

I never was moved by the consequences of my own actions before. My arrogance and pride always told me I was okay. I was not okay. You won’t believe me if I tell you I am different already, how that my arrogance has been shown to me as a paper-thin shell over not very much to hold up the size of my ego. “Just different from other people” is a bad excuse for bad thoughts. I’m getting help to understand why I’m the way I am, and to improve; I can’t be the same. I had moved on from what I did, but I was still not okay inside and God, my (new) Pastor, and (soon) my Doctor(s) are all helping me to understand. I have over 2 hours on the road daily and I do a lot of thinking these days. You were right. I was wrong.

This, except that it only feels like a long time. We went 50 times longer than this, once. I got worse, then.

Let me be this person for you. I know I couldn’t before. I know I can, after some professional help.

I love you baby. Please be forgiving.


or maybe this will find the mark for you?