Your Pronouns Are Against My Religion

…so expect me to say, when you ask:

  • I use the same pronouns as everyone else
  • I don’t have any personal pronouns (I may laugh at you along with this)
  • Oh I’m sorry that’s against my religion

…because I don’t believe in your god.

When you ask me ‘what are your pronouns’ you are presenting a worldview and requiring me to concede it is accurate. It isn’t, and I don’t play this game. The closest you’ll find me to complying is to use someone’s name or to refer to them by an other identifier (e.g., the postman, your son, boss, etc). But typically I will comply strictly with my religion and use the pronouns that apply to your obvious sex.

“What pronouns do you use” assumes as true that:
“You can be born in the wrong body”

which is as nonsensical as believing ‘the universe started as nothing, which exploded in contravention of known physical laws, and stopped exactly the right time for everything to gloop together into stars and planets that also violate known physical laws, then the rocks formed and changed into people and here we are, by accident.’

Nonsense.

“And he answered and said unto them, Have ye not read, that he which made them at the beginning made them male and female, and said, For this cause shall a man leave father and mother, and shall cleave to his wife: and they twain shall be one flesh?”

“the judgments of the Lord are true and righteous altogether.”

Which means your body is the correct one for you.

it’s not my biology it’s my gender

No it is not. People don’t have gender. As they say, “Gender is…” either:
“a social construct”
or
“immutable and synonymous with biological sex”

Depending on what is meant by “gender”. If you mean “I don’t want to talk about sex but we both know I mean sex” then gender=sex, which is cowardice but it’s your prerogative to be such. If you mean “gender is some part of me that is not my body” then that is a woo-woo and I don’t believe in that religion!

Yes, it is a religion. It has as tenets:

  • There is something like a soul or an id, separate and distinct from the body
  • It can be in the wrong sex of body by mistake
  • I get to say when it is a mistake for me
  • Based on (dear reader, I say this carefully) my feelings

It’s the same as saying “I am the god of my own self and get to decide if/when “evolution” flubbed my sex” which is a religious statement contrary to my religion. Which is why the pronoun game is antithetical to Christianity.

You don’t have to like my religion but I won’t comply with yours in contravention of my own. So when I say “Oh I’m sorry, that’s against my religion” I’m being real with you. My sorrow is actually for you, because the Devil you don’t believe in has

you bamboozled in a way that can make you miserable and cause conflict at best, and it’s no stretch to say it may kill you young and send you to Hell after you spent a few hundred-thousand dollars in needless medical fees, paid to a medical system that officially cares more for your money than for your soul.


There is no middle ground and don’t you come in bad faith talking about intersex people, one of which you are not.

[SOLVED!] Dayton 5BB57 Dehumidifier Won’t Run/Can’t Adjust Humidity Down

This one is easy to fix. If you can effect the repairs. Otherwise it’s complicated!

We have a couple of these units at work and they are usually reliable, but one of them stopped working. All the buttons seemed to work except for the “Down arrow” humidity setpoint button, which didn’t set a lower level or make the controls go “beep”. It seemed the button press was not registering at all with the brains for the machine.

So, one fine (read: extremely humid) morning, I opened up this unit and sorted it. The short version is that an extremly-reliable kind of switch failed. I don’t have the right kind of microscope, but it’s either worn or corroded.

The middle of the two round elemends in side this switch should not be this dull grey colour. They should both be bright like the surrounding metal. This switch costs within a rounding error of $0 if you need to buy one, but happily there is a spare handy. When is the last time you ever used the Pause button on your dehumidifier? Never? Me, too. So after removing several screws from the back and front panels, I had the control panel exposed.

The control panel, outside:

The control panel, inside:

It is fairly rudimentary soldering work, to remove the failed switch and the pause switch, and replace the switch from pause in the down position. The same could be done for any of the other switches if they failed, so if it doesn’t power on when you hit the power switch, or the fan speed won’t change from high/low settings, or if you can’t increase the humidity setting, you can likely borrow another switch from elsewhere on the circuit board.

Happy news: the control panel’s connectors are colour-coded and some of them are different sizes, so it’s easy to put them back where they go!

Not happy news: the cooling coils on your dehumidifier are gross. Use a tooth brush (gently!) and bleach diluted in lots of water to clean it out if you like.

Irritating: the machine cover panels are as easy to put on again as they are to get off, which is to say annoying. There are tight friction-fit parts, and there are little tabs that want to go their own way like sheep. If the covers won’t go back on right, you probably have a millimeter-misaligned set of parts or a tab that needs you to kinda-pull-and-twist to replace the cover on the machine.

Comical: two extra screws were left over when I was done. Womp womp.

[SOLVED!] Synaptics touchpad on Dell notebook crashes in firefox 2022 working solution

This has been a problem for literally decades and IDK why firefox can’t seem to fix it, but because reasons a Dell Precision M6500 notebook computer will lose the ability to use its trackpad/touchpad input at all in even the latest version of Firefox i literally just downloaded days ago. I found that this failure reliably happened only when I tried to scroll on a page using the “swipe down the left side of the touchpad” gesture input on the touchpad. In my case, it made the touchpad stop responding to input altogether!

One user gave a hint that SynTPEnh.exe was a problem: https://www.dell.com/community/Laptops-General-Read-Only/Touchpad-hungs-when-scrolling-in-Firefox-M6500/td-p/3692065
I verified stopping that process would let me use the touchpad again. Hold shift/control/escape and find the process, right click and tell it end task. This was possible, happily, becauses this laptop has a trackpoint as well as a touchpoint. But that only gets the mouse back, not the ability to actually USE firefox.

Happily I found the solution thanks to Jesus and user do9man on support.mozilla.org: https://support.mozilla.org/en-US/questions/895816

Mind you: this solution is from 2011. I type this in the year of our Lord 2022 and it was STILL A PROBLEM! on a brand-new installation of Windows 10, a brand-new installation of the latest Firefox ESR, with a clean new profile in firefox, I still had the exact problem. Shocking. Anyway, in case that link dies and this one somehow remains, the solution was to edit the registry. Beware that you can break your computer by editing the registry wrongly.

start-> regedit->
navigate to [HKEY_LOCAL_MACHINE\SOFTWARE\Synaptics\SynTPEnh]
add a 32-bit dword called UseScrollCursor and leave the value at the default all-zeroes. Restart the computer. Bang, you can scroll in firefox again but you don’t have the fancy cursors. IDC about the cursors i want the scrolling.

The scrolling is not super smooth for me, but it scrolls and the touchpad stays working.

So there you go.

March 01 2022 Republican Primary Election Voter Guide

US Representative District 17

Paulette Carson – By process of elimination. Her website has all good talking points. Bonus intersectionality points during the general for being a woman with a special-needs child

Jason “Stormchaser” Nelson – sounded good until I found out he named his children Danger, Thunder, and Lightning. Seriously. Dude.

Pete Sessions – Time for new blood in congress, not him

Rob Rosenberger – Being my spiritual shipmate in the Navy is a plus. Having worked for the CIA is a disqualifier.

Governor – Greg Abbot it’s not even close. The regular reader will know my lack of desire to change leaders when there’s a good one. That’s Abbott.

Lieutenant Governor

Daniel Miller – his schtick is TEXIT. Pass.

Aaron Sorrells – seems ok also. I could vote for him I think

Dan Patrick – has been a roadblock to good bills. Let’s see someone new.

Trayce Bradford – an 80% candidate I could be ok with

Zach Vance – an 80% candidate for me. I could be ok with him but he’s ok with abortion so let’s see who else is out there

Todd M. Bullis – probably won’t win, but if you want someone who puts his Christian values up front, here’s your boi.

Attorney General

Ken Paxton – He hasn’t been altogether terrible in office. The lawsuit thing doesn’t really bother me. I’ve never really been strongly FOR him nor agin’ him either. He shot himself in the foot resisting (illegally resisting) an open records request as the guy in charge of them. Time to Go, Kenny!

Eva Guzman – She was my pick for Justice on the Supreme Court and has retired. It would be hard to find a better fit for the job, perhaps

Louie Gohmert – Just the right kind of crazy nutter to try to move the Overton window in the right direction in Congress. Not the kind of crazy I’d like to see as Attorney General but I could easily vote for him against literally any Democrat in November.

George P. Bush – No. Hard pass. No more Bushes. Sorry buddy the family ruined it. Also: Way to jump to different offices trying to stay relevant, or maybe to escape a race he would lose for doing a poor (and controversial) job.

Comptroller of Public Accounts

Mark V. Goloby – An accountant in charge of the public books would be okay. I think there are two decent candidates here.

Glenn Hegar – I haven’t heard anything horrid about him yet, give him another term and then send him out to pasture.

Commissioner of the General Land Office

Ben Armenta – seems okay. doesn’t particularly stand out in a field with a bunch of okay candidates

Tim Westley – flavorless background on which one may project his desires in looking for an ideal candidate. Like Obama in this way, but not a radical leftist. Pass

Rufus Lopez – homey you gotta have a website tho

Weston Martinez – would probably be okay too. let him keep being pastor at his church, that’s more important.

Dawn Buckingham – has crazy eyes, which is a reliable indication . . . endorsed by El Trumpo though, which is also a reliable indication. LOTS of solid endorsements, which goes a long way for me this time.

Victor Avila – seems okay. doesn’t particularly stand out in a field with a bunch of okay candidates

Jon Spiers – it may be entirely unjustified, but this guy rubs me the wrong way. A *reservist* doctor for 16 years is honorable but . . . His face also gives me the same creepy vibe I got from the younger version of Al Gore before he turned into a legit demon. Pass. I’m sorry Jon.

Don W. Minton – It is better to be agnostic than to be an outspoken Catholic. Pass. longtime readers will recall I failed to vote for Romney against Obama for similar reasons.

Commissioner of Agriculture

Carey A. Counsil – He cares and his heart seems to be in the right place. I could vote for him in November, but not in March.

James white – if your campaign is “the other guy sucks” you suck do better

Sid Miller – is a firebrand but the Sunset Commission just sayd he’s doing a good job. Let him keep at it. Plus, he’s my kind of firebrand!

Railroad Commissioner

Sarah Stogner – Such a serious person she galavanted naked on camera for funsies. Forever pass on this one.

Dwayne Tipton – by default and because he seems actually qualified, I’m gonna pull the lever for Tipton this time.

Wayne Christian – Made the Texas Worst Legislators list – twice – for being a jerk when he doesnt have to be.  No. Still. I’ve been here a while.

Marvin “Sarge” Summers – R.I.P. brother. The body is dead but the soul flew to Christ!

Tom Slocum Jr. – I didn’t have to read very long before he disqualified himself. Blockchain is a buzzword and it has nothing to do with public records. Ridiculous. Next.

Justice, Supreme Court, Place 9

Evan Young – is young, and has only been a judge for a few minutes. After he graduated from schools that make my skin crawl and being mostly just a lawyer.

David J. Schenck – actually a judge and and a good one, the kind who you don’t hear anything bad about. This guy.

Judge, Court of Criminal Appeals, Place 5

Clint Morgan – I’d be happy to vote for him in November. In March I’m for Walker

Scott Walker – Longtime readers will know I don’t like kicking out an incumbent that isn’t doing poor work. Keep him here.

Member, State Board Of Education, District 5

Robert Morrow – a rather bizarre case. A Republican who wants to Impeach trump in 2020 is bad enough to have the local Republican establishment leadership threatening to set itself on fire literally if he got into this position? That’s gonna be a “yikes” form me

Mark Loewe – by default, the better choice. It’s possibly worth getting out to vote ONLY for this race. Because . . . yikes.

County Chair

Matt Mackowiak – probably wins but . . .

Jennifer Fleck – If you want someone to bring Trumpish values and flair to the party, it’s gotta start with the local party leadership. It looks to me like that’s Fleck so I’m gonna go for her this time.

Republican primary ballot propositions: Rah-rah for the Red Team

Proposition 1: do what we’re already doing to reduce illegal immigration since the feds won’t: Yes

Proposition 2: Eliminate property taxes without implementing an income tax
Yes. Consumption tax.

Proposition 3: Texans shouldn’t get fired for not getting the covid clot shot
Yes they should not. The wording of this sucks.

Proposition 4: Teach american nationalism, reject critical race theory:
YES ffs

Proposition 5: Enact a constitutional amendment to defend sanctity of innocent human life from fertilization to death
Yes

Proposition 6: Republicans should stop giving committee chairmanships to democrats
Yes. This seems easy and IDeK what’s the backstory

Proposition 7: Texans should have secure elections basically
Yes

Proposition 8: Ban chemical castration, puberty blockers, cross-sex hormones and genital mutilation surgery on all minor children for sex transition purposes
YES this sort of thing is a crime against humanity by the way and they should have said Gender but ok

Proposition 9: Texas parents and guardians should have the right to select their childrens school and have funding follow the student
Yes

Proposition 10: Affirm that our freedoms come from God and the government has no control over the conscience of individuals
Yes

An update, for the family and friends who care

We had some, as they say, “Issues” in my family earlier this year. Many people let many people down in various ways, and circumstances beyond man’s control occurred. Metaphorical bridges were burned by people who should have done better. Friends were lost and gained. The net result is my faith is stronger than it was (which was already strong as it’s ever been), my marriage is on track to be better than ever, our house is better than ever, and I am pretty happy about the way things are headed.

For those who don’t know the details, suffice it to say that my marriage was in bad condition but God, who hears our prayers, has heard me asking pretty much every day “please help us the way You know we need.” Apparently, what we needed was to have our pets all die and our house to become nearly uninhabitable in a very expensive way, to bring us close together again.

Our house was built on ‘expansive clay’ soil which caused seasonal cracks and troubles with doors around the house. We knew it needed to be fixed and that it would be expensive and we didn’t want to pay for it. During the time our marriage was about the worst it’s ever been, God gave us a bit of a push, in the form of catastrophic flooding of our master suite. This is not how our bathroom was, at the beginning of the year:

and the bathroom vanity cabinets were not like this:

But that, apparently, is exactly what we needed. Our bedroom walls didn’t start 2021 looking like this:

…and our bed didn’t have a high-water mark on it from toilet water last year, either:

But God, rich in mercy and willing to get my attention however it needed to be done, got my attention. The foundation of our home shifted so much through the years that the main 4″ waste pipe that went across the entire width of our house underneath – BROKE – in at least 4 places. There was a septic pool under the house. As our home is connected to the municipal sewer, this is not good. We’d had drain problems for a long time, but one stormy night the drain problems got cranked to 11, and water from (mind you FROM) the toilet bowl filled up the bathroom and bedroom to a depth of several inches. Not from the toilet fresh water supply line, clean and potable. Water from the WASTE line. Smelling every bit like a sewer. It soaked the carpet. It soaked the walls. It soaked the furniture. Many pairs of shoes. Dozens of hours of crochet work. A notebook computer* and some paperwork that was on the floor. Soaking in poopy-smelling “Category 3 Water”. Because the house was so off-kilter, it only soaked our bedroom and bathroom, and the worst of it was right where we sleep. It was, as was pointed out to me, an apt metaphor for our relationship.

This was the worst time of my life. Those who know my story will understand that is saying something. It turns out I was ready for it and it helped me more than I would have thought possible, in ways I didn’t know I wanted!

During the next many months, many times, exactly what I had prayed for happened. I don’t mean in general terms. I mean specifically and exactly, right down to the very words that other people said* without any prompting. Many times when I was very very low, songs came on the radio that were exactly what I needed to hear to have hope. Praying for faith for several minutes, and then “you gotta have faith” is coming through the speakers. Praying for something to happen that I knew God has his own designs, and “if it’s meant to be it’ll be/baby just let it be” comes through the speakers. Extremely-specific things like that happened. I started to fix something about me and a coworker asked out of the blue if I’m getting better. Our insurance adjuster took a vacation because we needed a bit more time to hit a certain low point. On the way back up, I ran out of mortar with just enough for the very last tile. God knows what we need exactly, and He saw fit to give us exactly what we needed when we needed it. Thanks be to God.

A month after the disaster, with me out of town and my Darling Wife sleeping on the living room sofa, with all our bedroom furniture stacked up in the dining room, it was rough for her at home too. Her safest place of all was off-limits to her. Her comfort animals were newly deceased from unpreventable illnesses. Her husband was a jerk and not there for support. When she got to the bottom, she too looked upwards.

And then we started talking a bit, and put our heads together so we could rescue our common asset (the house, now borderline uninhabitable). After we started to co-operate so we could figure out how to pay for this mess to be repaired, things started clicking into position as readily as a row of dominoes falling over. After we started working together, the insurance people and the cleanup company finally managed to communicate effectively. Not by coincidence. The cleanup company left heaters and a dehumidifier in our bathroom for a month. Did it dry out the vanity cabinets? No sir, it did not. The cabinets had to come out. Particle board soaking in poo water doesn’t clean up, it falls apart. Literally. Sliding the cabinet on the floor made it collapse. So that had to be replaced. A Rube Goldberg-esque deal now unfolded.

  • For the vanity cabinets to come out, the counter top had to be removed. That means the plumbing and sinks as well
  • For the counter to come out, the giant wall/mirror had to come out
  • For the giant mirror to come out, the light fixture had to come off the wall and the outlet covers had to go as well.
  • The walls were soaked in Category III water so they had to get a Flood Cut – 24″ of drywall from the floor up was removed. All the baseboards came out. All the door casing trim came off. All the outlet covers came off.
  • The wallpaper couldn’t be repaired, it would have to be replaced – so that came off too.
  • The toilet had to be dealt with by the plumbers, so it was removed as well.
  • The carpet in the master bedroom had poo water soaked into the pad. Removed
  • Carpet tack strips removed
  • Furniture in both rooms relocated to the dining room
  • Literally all our clothes and everything you would expect to see in a master bedroom, a his-n-hers closet, and a large bathroom – was packed
  • The garage was nearly full with boxes of “stuff” and we lived basically out of a couple suitcases worth of clothing, for months.

This left our bedroom with bare concrete floors and uninsulated, unfinished walls. The bathroom had zero usable fixtures, as well as un-insulated, unfinished walls. The bottom of the wall had a little gap, where you could see outside under the siding . . . but at least it was all clean again. The foundation repair went beautifully; the men who worked on it were very pleased. The plumbing repair involved shocking large amounts of dirt on the yard, but the plumbing was fixed and the yard was repaired too. The plumber took pity on DW and fixed a little plumbing leak he found, free of charge, because she took news of that one more thing pretty hard.

They also fixed the drain line in the yard, which as it turns out was clogged solid with roots. There was a little hole in the plug of roots, where I had managed to get a drain snake through a few months prior. Also I found out why the snake kept getting hung up at a certain point in the yard:

The yard line was separated by several inches, as well as offset by the majority of its diameter. This was the quality of work that was found all under the house, which was also repaired. Now our plumbing was in good condition.

But reconstruction work was not happening. In early Summer 2021, all of the region is still in construction from the Great Freeze we had for Valentine’s Day. It was a blessing to get the cleanup finally done and the foundation and plumbing repaired quickly . . . but reconstruction would take three to four months after the contractors got started. Which they had not done, after over a month! Multiple contractors said everything is booked up solid.

*I sat at our dining room table, now in the kitchen, talking to my wife who was slowly warming up to me again. She was realizing that I’m not as bad as it was easy to make me out to be, and I was still in for the long haul. I had been praying for a couple of days, including five minutes before, that she would say (without me mentioning it) that we should do the reconstruction work ourselves instead of hiring it done. She had been talking to everybody getting things lined up and I was not really expecting her to say that. So she did. Because that’s what we needed, when we needed it.

After figuring out how the insurance payment would work, we got to work. The insurance company gave us an initial pile of money and I bought some tools and materials. We all, our three sons, DW and I all pitched in and got the wallpaper off the walls. My boss was kind enough to arrange a low-cost toilet because he knows somebody at a plumbing supply house, and that was installed. I put the walls back together. Insulation first, of course, including tucked up around the pipes in the walls:

The pile of tools and supplies in the master bedroom got a bit large. DW helped with the sheetrock, including carrying that heavy stuff with me. I had #3 and #4 helping patch the sheetrock nail holes once the walls were closed again. And then the feminine dream happened. I realized I wanted DW to have a master suite she thinks is beautiful, instead of just having a box to sleep in . . . and I realized I had almost no preference as to the final finishes and fixtures. She got to go shopping for everything and the insurance company was paying. We had some good talks and some compromises were made, but she mostly got what she wanted.

The light fixture in the bathroom was builder-grade 1980s quality complete with a couple of bulbs that didn’t work and, surprisingly, it was held on to the wall with one (count ’em) screw right into the sheet rock. So that had to be fixed. I cut the wall open and inserted a stud, to which a box was mounted. DW chose a light fixture I was pretty sure would look bad but I went along and bought it. It looks great on the wall, as you’ll see. The brown patches on the wall are torn sheetrock paper. As it turns out, those are a problem you can deal with without pulling the sheetrock down, but it’s a hassle.

Then there was painting. Much climbing of ladders was done, for the painting. The giant mirror over the sink left some spots of glue which tore the paper as above, and the (badly installed) wallpaper everywhere else in the bathroom also tore off more paper with it, so the walls had to be carefully sealed. This is what happens when you remove wallpaper from walls that were not prepared properly when the paper went up:

We decided that wallpaper is Not A Good Thing and we wanted smooth walls. So we sealed and and painted and painted and sealed. And painted. It ended up blindingly white before color was applied. Broken valves were replaced and the tile floor was finished, decades after it was first laid.

The cabinets had been set on the slab originally, so I had to lay tile (scroll up, look at the floor 4 photos up from here). Thanks God, there was spare tile left over by the previous home owner.

Then the cabinets (which I was sure would look bad as we looked at them in the store) went in. It took hours of custom fitting to get the trim on the front to do right. The cabinets were larger than the space they had to go into, and that meant more labor for ol’ me. Then #2 and I spent hours sanding and polishing the old counter top. The plan is to replace it eventually, but for now I wanted it to look nice for DW. Because the plan is to replace the counter, DW and I agreed to get the cheap faucets and it turns out she likes them anyway. It came out “beautiful”.

So that got us a bathroom with working fixtures, which is a pretty hefty upgrade! Attention turned to the bedroom. The walls were previously textured, and for someone who isn’t a drywall guy (me) it would be impossible to match the existing texture. We looked at various options and decided to not spend a thousand dollars on wainscoting. Beadboard is, as it turns out, not free. We looked at rollers to apply custom texture, and techniques using knives and stamps, and couldn’t find something acceptable as a different/accent texture. We looked more and ended up watching a video of a Scotsman who had an accent so thick DW couldn’t even understand him, but he did something cool. Using a wallpaper finishing roller, he made sheet rock joint compound look like wood. It was amazing. DW wanted it. I made it happen for her. Thanks God for making me ‘handy’!

She picked the spacing and I laid the masking tape. It was a team effort. We got to spend a lot of quality time together during this work. I didn’t even know they made 6mm wide masking tape, but I’ve been through rolls of it now LOL

She’s been wanting color in the house for a long time. Now’s the time. She wanted a chair rail on the walls. Now’s the time. She wanted different colors for the walls and the custom texture. We worked on that together, which was fun, and came up with a custom color mixed up while we sat on our (concrete) bedroom floor! She wanted a different trim on the baseboards, which we went back and forth for a while but she ended up getting what she wanted there as well. I wasn’t convinced but I got it and installed it and . . . of course it looked good. She picked out a new towel holder ring and that went in. Here’s the bathroom trimmed and painted in her colors:

and a closeup of the colors in the bedroom, as well as a little detail I thought of for the corner trim:

She came in when I was installing chair rail trim and I held up a bit under the windowsill, to show her how it would look with trim under the window. She said “That looks so gooood!” and then I held up a bit of this to a corner and she did this noisy inhale thing like she was a cartoon and said THAT LOOKS EVEN BETERRRRRR!” so . . . I think she likes it!

Next up was the floor. It was bad. The builders had left overspray and spills of Godknowswhat on all the edges and a big mess of it in the middle of the room as well. The entire bedroom floor must be hand-scraped and sanded, as I didn’t have a grinder. For the next floor I do, I’m going to have a grinder. Here’s a shot of the mess I had to deal with, cleanup already well underway: The edges all looked like the center of the room still looks here.

That patch in the concrete is from the foundation repair. It had to be knocked down and smoothed a little too, which was relatively easy. I ended up with a floor ready to stick to mortar.

Yes mortar. As seldom as we like to do home renovations, and as much disgusting dirt as we saw come out from under the carpet, and as much pet mess as future pets are going to make on the floor, we wanted tile. DW picked a tile I thought would not look good but I went ahead and got it. As it turns out, laying tile is a huge amount of work. As it turns out, DW has a much (much much) better eye for interior design than me. The floor came out okay for me. I look at it and am satisfied with the work. Everybody else so far has declared it to be “beautiful” when they see it.

These pictures were taken as the baseboard was going in. Note that the gigantic pile of tools and supplies was moved to the bathroom for the time being, as the garage was still full of all our stuff in boxes!

She picked a new fan, which I installed

The counter had no backsplash previously and the wall had water damage from that. She picked out this fancy piece for a backsplash and turns out she likes it more than she thought:

She picked new mirrors, which I thought would look terrible but I got and installed and she was right. She thinks they’re beautiful. She picked a new medicine cabinet which I thought would be ugly but as it turns out (notice a pattern yet?) she was right and it looks fine. The new light fixture works with the rest of the finishes she picked. I’m told (by everyone) that this is a beautiful space now. She likes it, though, which was the whole point.

The furniture in the bedroom is all solid wood, no particle board. They tell us that it can be sanded and refinished and be sanitary. The insurance company paid a company thousands of dollars and we ended up with bedroom furniture that looked just the same after the refinishing men had it for a few weeks.

In all of these pictures you have to excuse the mess. We were more in a “Christmas in November” unpacking mode, than “make it pretty for the pictures” mode! The doors still need to be refinished, but thank God we can use our room again!

It was a little bizarre, waking up in our bedroom again after months out of it. It was fantastic to be doing so next to DW. For three months to the day, I had a new hobby. Go to work, go home and stay up late nearly every day working on a half dozen different tradsmens’ jobs. Repeat. Spend all day Saturday and Sunday after church working on the master suite as well. During all this, it was necessary (and nice) to be talking and working with my darling wife, and that was exactly what we needed to patch up our marriage. Thanks be to God for using this house wreck-turned-remodel to turn our relationship into a wreck-turned-remodel! Thanks to our friends and family who supported us and prayed for us As for the people who did us wrong along the way, we’ll be praying for you, too.

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by the way

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* the notebook computer that was in the water is kill. I opened it up and found the water had infiltrated exactly – and I mean exactly with zero point nothing millimeters – only as far as the very edge of the hard drive’s connector. The hard drive with all its data was perfectly intact and I was able to save all the data. You can’t tell me that happened by chance.

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: https://sourceforge.net/projects/equalizerapo/

Restart, and install Peace Equalizer, a user interface for Equalizer APO https://sourceforge.net/projects/peace-equalizer-apo-extension/

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. https://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC7115281/

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.