August 8th, 2019


Hump Day Blues

The phone started ringing at 6 am. And then voicemail and text - about a dozen contacts from the same Indian pimp, till about noon when I emailed him to stop already. It was, of course, a job I had applied for at least once before.

One more repeat job offer, this time from a different pimp at an agency where I had told the previous person to get lost because he lied and was annoying. I responded saying I would try with the new pimp if (s)he met my top $$ requirement. Crickets.

AG called at about 10, nice to chat. Turns out his Vegas trip is next weekend not last weekend. He suggested I come along, but I'm still in denial.

Ordered what looked like the equivalent Amcrest webcam to the ones I have from Foscam. Delivery expected tomorrow. Meanwhile I left a message for the last eBay seller asking if he changed the port number.

Way too much time on the dating site. Another internet rabbit hole. But all my hangouts chat partners have abandoned me. Scammers all. But I have two more email pals who seem to be legit. Reverse lookup on their photos come back clean.

Had cold cuts for lunch, refilled Spook's new water fountain, then headed out to the park, but remembered there was a massage place in Los Altos aka MV which I wanted to check out. I'd been there decades ago, and the building it is in is where we use to have the songwriters' meetups. Long-ish drive, took me past the now-legit place. Got to the site and the parking lots were fenced off, some kind of construction coming soon, but the sign in the window said the massage place was open. It lied. The door downstairs was locked and the one upstairs with the sign is dark and empty.

Back the way I came, went to the one I'd gone to last time, had to wait 10 minutes - they were very busy. Massage was better, but still safe for police inspections. Darn it. Passed by two more closed places. I may have to bite the bullet and try San Jose.

Printed labels for oregano and paprika, but I am still waiting for the paprika to be delivered (the small packet of plain paprika isn't worth using, I have Hungarian on order, both mild and hot). I should probably toss the oregano packet - I have fresh killed oregano from the garden in my freezer, and more in the garden.  I need basil, though. It won't grow in my garden but does well on the kitchen table.

Took out a ziploc of 8 chicken thighs to thaw. Not sure if I'll make curry or something else.

Home from the massage, was hit with low Hgl episode, 72 and falling. Klondike bar helped, chocolate milk helped more. Watched PTI but paused it and fell asleep in the recliner for 90 minutes. Low blood sugar is very draining and disorienting. Also had low-ish BP. Felt worse than it measured.

Fried up 4 parantha (roti) and made some Penang curry dip. The roti didn't puff up and was way too oily. Probably was open in the freezer too long. I have some puff parantha still sealed in there... Only ate 2, will put the dip in a container and the oily roti in a ziploc. Did not make a salad. Ice cream sandwiches (2) for dessert.

Plans for tomorrow:
Try to get out of bed at a reasonable hour
Go to the park
Lucky's -milk & eggs


Post Humping

Forced myself out of bed (Spook helped) around 8:30. Banana and a small soufflé for breakfast. Fished a huge box of instant oatmeal packets from behind the booze, will start having those for breakfast. I bought them when they looked like a good quick meal at work.

Not a lot of dating site activity. One woman who claims to be an aid volunteer from USA working with kids in Nigeria sent half a dozen photos of "herself" and the only one which did not show up on a dozen sites online was the one of the African classroom. So it's clear she's a Nigerian scammer, her lines are very similar to Miss Scotland's, but so far she has not asked for $$. I figure that will come when she claims her posting is done and she wants to visit me. Meanwhile she weaves an interesting set of believable lies.

I've had three women far away ask me to be their daddy. It's times like this I wish I'd gone into politics.

If anyone was chasing storms, I missed it. Email and calls from recruiters, sometimes from the same pimp agency offering wildly different $$.

Got some good replies from the last ebay seller about the webcam but he used a very old app long ago and didn't even know what the default port was. I'm guessing he uploaded the wrong update firmware and hosed the http connection. I dug out my old CDs but they didn't find the cams either. It probably means Windows changed something.

Delivered was the Amcrest version of the Foscam, and it went online just fine, I was able to assign it an IP address but it would not let me change the port to the number I wanted so I had to change the router's port forwarding to match. And Chrome is no longer supporting Flash, which is a crock because the arlo and amcrest cams require it. And a lot of web sites. And it doesn't seem to work on Firefox or edge either.

Luckily my phone app for the cams works fine. Got the presets in place. The amcrest zips from one to another way faster than the foscams. It also has a wide range, so now I can see Spook under the table.

That done, time to go to Lucky's, except I needed to charge the car so I went to GO instead. The first charger failed, luckily the second one was available and worked. When I got out of GO half an hour later, someone was successfully charging a Leaf on the one which failed me. Plugged in the car again since it was only at 90% and went into Specialty's and sat down with an orange juice and admired the eye candy for 20 minutes.

Unplugged the car at 98%, drove home and put the groceries away. USPS sent a note that my Predatory Plants order had been delivered. It had not. I wrote them about that, and it arrived in half an hour, with a second box from my sister which had an unexpected gift - an Apollo 50 year baseball cap.

Lunch was a banana split Ben & Jerry's. It needed two sessions, had to put it back in the freezer for an hour to make it frozen again.

Watched the second half of the first Bachelor in Paradise, and the first half of the second. The drama, it is so fake. Rose ceremony starts with the men choosing, but it looks like Blake's rep is so ruined that nobody ought to accept his rose. But it's a Bachelor production so some fool will. There are too many women on the beach, some are going home.

GO had the 7 oz Werther's sugar free caramels on sale, but the catch is it's 1/3 caramel, 1/3 caramel apple and 1/3 something else. I will probably like them all, and sugar free so no guilt but lots of farts. Also got a small bag of Ghirardelli dark chocolate caramel filled squares for bedtime.

And milk and eggs and strawberries and blueberries and grapes. Forgot mangoes, but I have frozen chunks. Got a DiGiorno rising dough pizza to bake, cut, bag and freeze. Called my sister, did not hear the timer, and the pizza which I cut up was not fluffy. Kind of crisp but not burned. Much. Microwave will soften it. Snack bagged and froze the blueberries. I took all the strawberries out of the fridge, expecting to make Nancie's icebox pie, but made chicken soup for dinner instead.

Excrement is getting real. A 55+ mobile home park in vegas just opened a bunch of houses in my price range, some new. I sent a note to the finder site, should get a call tomorrow. They did not list the space rent, which is a possible dealbreaker. But other parks are in the $700 range.

Opened the box with the gnat-eating plants and was disappointed to see that they were all tiny packets wrapped in blue tape, in ziploc bags, and the pots were separate, inside the box was the world's supply of sphagnum moss, so I had to unwrap the packets, and plant each one n a pot and pack in moss around it. Then two at a time the pots went into a water dish, place on the kitchen tale and were watered. California Carnivores ships grown plants, potted and protected in plastic cups with dome lids. For about the same price.

Plans for tomorrow:
Do something with the defrosted chicken thighs
Make the icebox pie
Chat with dating site scammers
Maybe some job follow up
Look into a vegas visit