WEEK THOUGHTS Just some quick babbling (added to over the week until it's a huge post like usual) about unimportant things I've thought about posting lately but never found the time. Funny, I was thinking in bed this morning about how there's nothing really worth talking about, now here I am talking away. Mind you as usual that was all in relation to my usual topic of why I don't have any luck with women. Ah, I guess it's all semi-conscious rehearsal for the rare event of meeting one such mythical being. If indeed I really want to... I've been practicing welding since about mid last year, working up the confidence to try and fix some rust holes on the Jag. I'm using my father's cheap MIG welder, he could never get the hang of it. Flux cored welding wire is as unsuited to thin sheet metal as is suggested in the books I've been reading. Solid wire and gas works well. But the gas has been a real pain. I've spent a fortune on renting the cylinder, mainly because I got the wrong plan. An unanswered support request with the company, followed by a long visit with the gas agent, eventually got me switched to a two year plan for about as much as I'd paid for six months. Over $500, half of it basically thrown away. This is why I hate signing up for things in person, instead of a home when I can work out the options on paper. But the agent didn't even know about the other option anyway, so it's difficult. The real problem is I only get around to doing some practice once every month or two. But I've made a table out of bent and welded sheet metal, which is progress. I got some SPARCstations earlier this year, and SS2, and SS5, and a SPARCServer 20 which seems broken. I'm thinking of setting NetBSD up on one and using it instead of this Pentium 1 PC for a bit. But first I've just been having fun playing around with the SunOS system installed on the SS2, after I brute-forced the root password (I couldn't get an OS to write to the Sun UFS file-system in order to just reset it). The root password was "No Bra!" :) . I even tried out an old Gopher client, but I can't get domain names resolving on it and the client doesn't seem to work with IP addresses. Even setting them in /etc/hosts doesn't work, but it's fun to look at all the old servers someone entered in that file back in the day when I guess they didn't have DNS available. Actually its last use appears to have been an attempt at setting up a personal email server. It looks like it didn't go well, there are just a bunch of apparantly undelivered test emails ending with one that says "Fuck you!". The yearly hamfest that I'm always complaining about having to skip because the weather's too hot was finally on a day with good weather, at the start of last month. I went thinking I wasn't looking for much I was likely to find, and came back with a car full as usual. At one table I made the mistake of asking the stall-holder's wife the price for a mini solar panel. She said "$20 for it, or take the whole box for free", and I barely made it away before she'd offloaded more boxes onto me. Actually some pretty good stuff amongst the junk in that box. Compared to last time when there were quite a few laptops and the lot of relatively new server gear that I bought cheap and mostly resold, this time there wasn't any computer stuff at all. But I got a second soldering station for $40, the same model as the old Weller one I've been using for since I started. Now I can finally stop carting it between my 'factory' and 'the lab' (two little bedrooms in my house). Also a bundle of test cables and probes that have already come in handy. Plus heap of big high-end LiFePo battery cells. Finally I bought a huge Marconi LCR meter and HF oscillator. I've been looking for an LCR meter there for a long time, but a little one. This is a huge precision lab style one made in England with a giant dial like a prop from a 1970s sci-fi show, and now taking up bench space in my would-be darkroom, but for $20 I couldn't refuse. One disappointment came while cramming my hoard of electronics junk into the Jag: the band on my calculator watch broke away. But this time not from the band itself snapping, the lug on the watch body itself snapped clean off and disappeared into the grass! I've had that watch since I was at school and was worried that would be the end of it, and so soon after I pulled it apart to replace the battery and try to clean the keypad. But a weekend later I managed to repair it using a bit of plastic from part of an old air conditioning system and epoxy. So it's back in service again. I still need to try and fix the same problem with my 'holiday' watch - the self-winding mechanical one in a plastic case. On my Jags, I replaced the shock absorbers and "Vee mounts" on my first Jag, the latter being quite tricky to unbolt and align during reassembly, but apparantly the cause of the knocking sound when going over bumps that I've been trying to solve for years. I've been pottering away fixing things on that Jag I was given last year. Ideally I'd like to get it on the road before I get deep into welding repairs on the bodywork of the other one, so I'm not borrowing my father's ute to drive while it's off the road again. Still need to deal with the rusty fuel tanks and a leaking diff, which are the major things remaining. Lately I've been doing more minor things like trying to fix some corroded exposed wiring to a sensor, and then the sensor connector which crumbled as soon as I touched it. Last weekend I replaced the lower radiator hoses and flushed out the system. It turns out the crunching sound when squeezing the lower radiator hoses wasn't the hoses deteriorating, but rust caked inside them where it had collected at the bottom of the system. So it didn't really need new hoses after all, but at least it has nice clean ones now. Depending on the weather I might have a stab at the tough jobs over the Easter break. It's the time of year now where the weather suits me for going to the nudist beach. I went a couple of weekends in a row before last weekend when I decided I needed to get things done. But then I wasted most of a day writing here about NATO intervention in Yugoslavia instead. I probably should have just gone to the beach again. Then again the cost of the fuel to get there has jumped up a lot now. It probably still costs me more in sunscreen since I use most of a tube each time (though I refill the tubes from a bulk 1L bottle), but since I filled up for the cheapest price in years on the day the USA launched its strikes on Iran, I've been hoping to last it out until the price drops again before refilling. That's not looking likely though. One thing I am planning better now is the tides, now checking the BOM tide prediction chart before going to the beach so I can avoid turning up to find it almost all underwater, and ideally get to the nice calm waters behind a ridge of rock that breaks the waves near the unmarked end of the clothes-optional area. I still walk 8km there and back so it was getting quite disappointing to arrive and find the tide was in, though the unpredictability is kind-of nice in a way. I still sort of think I might meet a woman on the walk there, or one of the few women sometimes at the beach, but it's evidently not going to happen. I guess it's not really about that though, since I don't really mind when there's nobody around at all. Indeed as with most things I prefer that in almost every other way. I find a unique pleasure to being naked and alone in nature doing and thinking nothing of substance, maybe even as much as if I had the chance to be naked and alone with a woman... The news is talking about fuel prices putting people off holidays this Easter, with tourist spots expecting lower numbers. I find it hard to understand how at the same time that the news complains that state public-school teachers earning over ten times more than I do have too low an income, yet it's not like I can't pay for fuel. OK I don't have a morgage, but it's hard to understand how people on such incomes still string themselves out so tight they can't afford fuel costs doubling on their holiday. I've almost got enough savings/investments to add up to the yearly income of the lowest paid teachers. If I were to spend all that in a year I'd feel I was living like a rich man. I get that people with kids have extra costs (though that's their crazy choice, and the government taxes us all to pay for the biggest necessary exponses anyway) and the government's stuffed up housing supply by insanely ramping up immigration while the building industry was falling apart, but the discrepancy is still hard for me to wrap my head around. Still, if holiday places do get quiet, maybe it's a good time to try my train trip to Bairnsdale again? That'll put the fuel costs aside (until the government hikes train fares since those trains all run on diesel too, but they're never so quick on the draw with such things). Some motels are showing booked out though, so I don't think it's really had a big effect. I'd probably be better waiting until after the school holidays so horrible children aren't so abundant. Actually this weekend might have been good, but too late now. Inevitably the train lines will be closed for planned works every other week anyway, as with the last two times I've tried to plan this trip. Back to money, on Saturday I got onto sorting paperwork, which somehow always leaves me feeling depressed, but I tallied up my average weekly supermarket shopping spend for 2025. To June 2025, $37.75, and from then to December 2025, $39.04. Ramping up quickly in the second half there, since for 2024 it was $37.09 to June and $37.57 to December. I have been seeking out some cheaper options for things which might have kept my spend down a bit at the start of last year, against the inevitable upward trend which is unavoidable now. When I started tracking my weekly spend in 2021 it was $30.83 per week, so that's a 27% increase over four years. Pretty significant. I guess some people reportedly spend hundreds of dollars on grocery shopping each week, so maybe such an increase for those people would indeed hurt too even on 10 times the income. But what are they doing with ten times the food anyway? Stories about average food waste volumes per Australian are probably a hint - I hardly throw anything away except banana skins, egg shells, etc., but why is that so hard for others to avoid? Buying loads then eating out instead? But then you'd only do that if you had surplus money anyway. Or I would you, maybe they don't? Should I try to understand these normal people? It seems a hopeless task, but then not understanding them is largely my obstacle to talking with and getting to know them, eg. women, so should I try? No, I'm still not that desperate. The economy sucks, humanity sucks, no wonder this stuff always leaves me depressed. - The Free Thinker