I've heard the young armorer report she had no idea where live ammo for the death-gun came from.
I saw somewhere that the Sheriff department found LOTS of live, real, lead projectile topped cartridges on the set.
That means that someone brought it there. Maybe for plinking between scenes or takes? Who knows. People other than me are working hard to get to the bottom of this whole affair, and I am confident they will.
The important thing is people are able to find and purchase ammunition again. .45 Long Colt, presumably. Jeez, still a buck fiddy each.
"Come in for lab work!"
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"No, you are fine. Surprisingly balanced. Good job."
Went grocery shopping. Which is a big deal for me. The podiatrist put some insert to make my medical shoes more comfortable. And I have more energy.
I realize what I unavoidably look like now. Easy prey. To ne'er do-wells. And me without a CCW in Maryland. I have to sit with my car door open to change the clunky shoes. Perfect time for a carjack, too.
The store wasn't empty, like Covid style. A bit of a gap in the paper goods, but I learned my lesson there more than a year ago. Meat was EXPENSIVE, yes. Hey, the croissant sausage egg and cheese brefass sammich was back! Awesome. Still haven't seen Oscar Meyer beef balogna in over 18 months. Oh, soda pop was a little sparse. No bigs.
Good, Better, Best when it comes to any positive ruling from SCOTUS, this... June? Yeah, no extra insight hit me. Or predictions. Or observtion that Gottlieb could roll to the squish side at any time, but especially in a critical time.
So you get a Good Better Best health report instead. I am reacting to the Acalabrutinib chemo well. No noticeable reaction, at all, actually. Taking meds to make me pee like a mad man. Gotta get all them kilt protein bits out of there. Still have good electrolytes, tho. Hemoglobin still sub 8. I will feel better when it goes 9+. My days seem long, still because I am tired already, but often have a post work doctor visit. That'll improve. Feet sores still improving. Lyrica still helping my back pain, somehow. Cautious optimism after 19 months of wheel spinning.
And it is no joke.
Medical people will draw a quick breath when you tell them. My mom was a nurse for 30 years, and a good one. She's the only one that I told it might be multiple myeloma, and I had no idea what it was. She got real quiet on the phone.
They thought I had this because I had back pain. They assumed that meant I had tumors in my spine marrow. Because that's a feature of myeloma. I bet it hurts more and more as it progresses.
Poor bastard.
I form opinions on the fatal situation on the Rust set, then discard them. I have no idea what happened and no one is testifying in fine enough detail to make any of it less of a black hole. So I have been checking myself.
Plenty of internet guessing, which I am not usually shy about, but not in the mood this time.
Four rules, yes yes, Baldwin an ass, yes yes, union obfuscation, yes yes. It's still, days later, opaque.
Wonder if we will ever know…
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Well, the local paper is trying to lay facts on us at least.
I am unduly psyched. Maybe I'll have been personal temperature regulations this season.
And they are cushiony. Good for my feet. Which better heal.
Foot sores slightly better. AND got a 4PM appt with the guy on Tuesday. Good, because I get 4PM appts with the Oncologist on MWF. This is perfect. Maybe I can increase sick time again instead of digging a hole.
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Waiting for the chemo drug to get FedExed to me was a HUGE ordeal that burned 3 vacation days sussing out. First, FedEx HATES to get signatures in my neighborhood. Slows em down? No come to the remote parking lot across town in the sketch neighborhood after dark, instead. "Oh, you are disabled? And this is cancer medicine? Lemme see if we can help you, Mr. Jovian." Always with the Mr. First-Name. Anyway, we are now off to the races.
That dirtbag in Parkland Florida that everyone in authority let hurt other people since pre-school until he finally murdered 17 high schoolers plead guilty to all counts.
Murder and attempted first degree murder.
Florida still executes folks, but a jury has to make that determination.
I think it would have been a better idea to get this kid out of genpop back in those preschool days. Everyone knew he needed help. Stop it and try to fix it then and this post never would have happened. Hell, maybe the dirtbag would have been free and happy today.
If I talk about it here, it happens in real life. You are like a reverse jinx.
Got the call from the drug people, my Chemo is coming.
Unlike Walter White, it will be a capsule. Huh. Twice daily acalabrutinib. AKA Calquence. Almost anti-climactic, unless the monster returns from what you thought was a sure death to give you a jump scare at the end of the movie.
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Wait! The Oncologist says I still gotta get IV fluids. Can't Gatorade do the trick, Doc?
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Oh crap, and a crap load of other pills. For weird stuff. I was totally wrong on how easy this would be. But we ARE postponing that Endoscopy, so that is good.
Daily pill to help the kidneys process out all the protein
A pill for nauseas if needed
A pill three times a week to defend from a pnuemonia
A pill twice a day to fend off Shingles, and, yes, even if I had the Shingles shot.
Ugh.
Well...
Yeah, if your dog fell in the icy canal, and a person fell in at the same time. A stranger. The cold will overcome them quickly. It is only possible to save one in time. You save the person. That's some mother's child! Someone's brother. Mourn your dog. What a horrible thing to have to face.
If someone is badly hurting your dog for no reason, and you are willing to shoot them, well, that person has demonstrated who they are. They are willing to hurt a dog. Imagine how much else that person is capable of. Yes, I would value my dog more than that guy's life.
Trying to steal my dog? A bit of a gray area.
I am suppose to get a procedure done Thursday. Endoscopy. No, the front end.
"We might have to reschedule you because the machine is down and we are waiting for parts. I'll get back to you."
Huh. Real, and this is just a thing that happens? Delays from supply problems? Lack of staff because you canned a buncha nurses for non-Pfizer-compliance?
Supposed to get a call last week about starting Chemo. Initially it will be one from insurance company, "Hey, your doc called about us shipping him a buncha SUPER expensive cancer juice with short shelf life to give to you. Are you expecting this?" To which I am supposed to answer "Yes. Let's get this treatment started, finally." Still no call.
Huh. Real, and this is just a thing that happens? Delays from supply problems? It's not a lack of staff at the Oncologist I don't think. It's not like they need a suite of medicos to start an IV while I sit in the La-Z-Boy.
I tell ya, Dentists have nothing on Podiatrists for causing pain. These are bullshit. Suppose to wear these whenever I am not sleeping. Shower every other day. Change the dressing underneath after the shower.
Doctors aren't there to make you better. They are there to make you sorry.
Of the Marine Lt. Col. that spoke out about upper command regarding the conduct of the GWOT.
Huh.
Letter of reprimand and a $5k fine. Now he gets an honorable discharge. And the judge was disgusted by the unnecessary pre-trial detention in the brig.
I was told it was JUST the University of Virginia that was a rape factory. Now I learn it's the DC suburbs Virginia High Schools, too.
“No family should have to choose between heating their home or putting food on the table,” Sen. Charles Schumer says as federal officials tell Americans to expect sharp increase in heating bills. https://t.co/Exsipjc0CZ pic.twitter.com/EvmP89mJw8
— ABC News Politics (@ABCPolitics) October 14, 2021
I just get more RAGEY each time I do. One of the things about having lack of energy from the Anemia? I makes me more hesitant when it comes to the breakables. Like: "I could smash this coffee cup because the special boot the foot doctor gave me threatens to make things worse my blowing out my knee, THUS ENRAGENING ME!!!, but then I'd have to sweep up all the pieces and make a new pot of soup, so, exercise a bit more self-control. Hey, write a blog post about this!"
Still stuck in stage 2 of the 5 stages of grief, clearly.
Changed to Fort Sumter pretty quick. Now?
Looking forward to Steve Bannon's deposition tomorrow and receiving all the testimony and evidence we subpoenaed.
— Rep. Jamie Raskin (@RepRaskin) October 13, 2021
This is a legal order as well as a civic duty to share info about the most sweeping violent attack on Congress since the War of 1812.
“Put the tasers down!” protesters chant at police who are using tasers to clear the crowd around the doorway of the Department of the Interior. Some activists are walking away from the doorway hurt, and protesters are yelling for medics to help. pic.twitter.com/4SvT9tfuYT
— Ellie Silverman (@esilverman11) October 14, 2021
I am lucky I banks SO MUCH sick time at work before they changed the policy.
Symptom chasing today. Foot doctor to see if there are better solutions to get these sores healed. Back doctor to tell them the good news; their ablation work and the work of Lyrica has made nigh-unbearable lumbar pain into mere background noise.
When the supply chain allows, Chemotherapy to work on my fatigue from anemia. I am getting good sleep, but that sleep doesn't help a lack of red blood cells.
Ain't no gun content in the above. Ok.
Saw bits of a newish show Y: The Last Man. It's about a plague type thing that kills everything with a Y chromosome all at once. Like instantly. So, bad bad. Half the population, dead. If the two people flying your plane are men, well, they are dead and so are you. Mostly men drill for oil. Mostly men work in the sewer. Mostly mean mine coal. Mostly men run powerplants. You see? So the show is all about catching up after those things go by the wayside. Oh, and that one guy that didn't die. He's sort of important.
Either FX or Hulu. Not sure. Original storyline is kinda fun. Plenty of work for actresses, that's sure. Diane Lane!
That the flashbang went off and then the SWAT entry didn't seem very dynamic. It seems the bad guy did then catch a bullet and the victim did get walked out ok, so... All's well that ends well?
HOLY SHIT! I was in the building across from the DTLA shooting / hostage situation today. Viewer discretion advised 😳 #dtlashooting pic.twitter.com/4jarInQX2X
— ᴛᴇᴅᴅʏ ₿ᴏᴍʙᴇʀ 💣 (@_teddybomber) October 9, 2021
Over-promise, under-deliver. It's what Gramps Studebaker taught us. We'd still be making fine cars today if not for that philosophy. That and the plant burned to the ground. I thought is a good time to modernize and actually move the company f'rward, but no. My family ended up putting old wooden-wheel and leather belt lineshaft equipment in the new facility. Ball bearing! I told them they were important. They were the future. It's ALL ball bearings these days. It's why you don't drive a nice two-tone Commander touring sedan.
194,000 people. That's a lotta people. Couldn't fit that many in the parking lot here. Imagine the stink, cuz there is NO way we'll be able to let enough porta-potties on the property, either. Folks would start dropping from the dysentery right quick like. Do all 194,000 people have to alive to have a job? Thhy better hurry and catch up on their mandatory online sensitivity training and how to treat sensitive company proprietary document and customer PII.
Says the Metrocon Fortnightly.
Maybe, maybe. But if you act anything like you have recently, you will be perfectly fine with it in 8 or 10 years. Even a proponent. All your lines in the sand have an expiration date, National Review, then you roll over and show your belly. Which is a business model, I guess.
Since the founding of this country, there has been, what, 40 total years of male military conscription? A few years for the Civil War, a few for WWI, then 1940 thru 1970ish. Call it 30 total. Just draft women from now til 2052 and call it even-Steven. Men volunteer, but women hafta. Gonna need to re-open some bases, set up fresh barracks. It'll do the ladies good. A few years being told what to do and when to do it. Working hard. Subject to the UCMJ. Fresh air, and exercise. Maybe learn a trade.
"YOU are immuno-compromised. Get the booster shot since it's been since April you got the shot."
~sigh~ Ok, Doc.
Some people at work report not even having a sore arm after this third shot. Others feel like crap for 3 days. Doesn't matter. Bring it to me at my house or I ain't gonna bother. I hurt enough as it is. At this point I am 'screw it' on the chemo, too. Treat it with Centrum multi-vitamins, naps, and aspirin.
I went to get a Booster shot for the Coof, Pharmacist told me to pound sand. After I walked all the way across that parking lot on these feet? Well FUCK him.
The Oncologist told me to get that booster shot because I am immuno-compromised? FUCK HIM TOO. You both have my address. Bring the booster here to me or forget it. I'm not putting myself through that bullshit again.
Wondering if I should even bother with ANY of these medicos ever again.
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I find myself raging way too much lately. Can't be good. Can't be good. If I could reach a level of calm and NOT bother with chemo, I would. Just accept it and let it all happen in its time.
Huh, I guess that is me trying to transition from stage 2 of grief to stage 3 and on to stage 5 all at once, at one time. Rip off that bandaid.
Finally! I am officially sick enough to start treatment. Hooray! Chant with me.
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Expected prognosis after I get the chemo juice? Less anemia, more energy.
Probably shrink that weird mass in the stomach, too. But the cancer comes from the bone marrow, mostly. This will obviate the need to surgically remove that odd mass in your the stomach, if it does shrink.
The maybe, as in, seen it happen but can make no promises... Less neuropathy in the feet and legs. That will help my blood blisters. Wanna see?
That was 3 weeks ago. That hole is even smaller. An important trick with today's bandaids is to peel them off without ripping up healthy OTHER skin, just increasing the misery.
The other foot is healing too, but slower.
Yeah that's what a Glock 21 feels like to me, too, buddy, heh, heh, heh.
"Nobody can have "assault" weapons! They're too shooty! Handguns are OK" pic.twitter.com/8goZwvDFLm
— Lilburner (@GiantPrepper) October 5, 2021
.. I got nuffin.
Well, crap. Gunfeed is nothing but boner pills advertisements, now, instead of gun news. Dunno if they go hacked of let their name expire or what. Hope they come back.
I keep dreaming family members GIVING me cars. Like 1960s early 70s cars. All clearly used, nothing cherry, but rust free, mechanically sound, clean American cars. Like, I will have 2 or 3 of them plus my modern car.
Like, here is a repainted 1965 Fury to go with the 68 Chevelle. Both got about 60,000 miles on em.
I barely have room for the one.
And I keep misplacing the free old cars. Like, forgetting where I have them. Maybe they were stolen? I din't even remember where the car keys are.
That's also kind of depressing.
I gotta get em registered and insured, but keep forgetting how. And this hose clamp needs to be more than finger tight before I try to go anywhere, but I can't keep that straight in my head. And I got no need for em, they are just kinda nice to have and to enjoy is my thought, even with the extra work. I wanna put em all somewhere safe, so I guess I better move to a place with a barn. But I can't...
You see how it is sort of a nightmare? Not getting neat old cars, but the stress of caring for am and losing some.
About the latest FBI/DOJ crime numbers. I usually comment here about that. But my inspiration monkey hasn't hit me in the head with his New Idea pipe wrench in a while. My mood has been a bit sour lately. You know why.
21,500 murders in 2020. 5,000 more than in 2019.
From NPR. They haven't said it yet, but the idea can't be far behind. This is somehow going to be the gun's fault. And not the 'demoralize and defund the police' fault.
Of course! Record amount of gun purchases, expecially by women and minorities, then record amounts of violence on women and minorities. Like A follows B. Right? Connected! Right?
Sounds like something the other side will say.
Stupid cancer.
I replaced the terlet seat and now I am exhausted. The old seat always gives me a hard time on removal. I should have, YEARS ago, upgrades to the better terlet seat nuts for easier removal.
A little hacksaw work, a little vise grip action, and no damage to the bowl.
Because of my condition it is very hard to get down to the floor. It is harder to get back up again. But I did. That's enough for one day.
Well, I do have to attend to the laundry. I have no pants for next week.
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New twist. Doc's found a GIST. Every new doc finds something new, NONE have anything to relieve the symptoms. Like that getting down on the floor thing. That's the most frustrating part of it all.
What's the gist of a GIST? Gastrointestinal Strohmal Tumor. Hooray. So we gotta sus that all out now.
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Almost stymied by a toilet seat. Oh how the mighty have fallen. But at least it's one of them new fangled no-slam seats, now. Treat myself.
It just seems to be a lot less content on the internet these days. Not just here, but all over.
Probably just me.
There was a time I could consume a lot more mudlarking videos, but now?
Just in a blah when it comes to interesting things. That's probably not good.
I like, for this drink
Beautiful drink. I prefer navy strength Plymouth gin, so this is a boozy drink. Careful.
3:1:1:1 is easy to remember. It looks more periwinkle than below, but very pretty.
