Here's a 3200x3200 video test. I've been experimenting with a large square format, getting away from Full HD: 1920 × 1080 pixels, 16:9 aspect ratio distortion. I like it, the detail is great.
It's pretty interesting down here in Pensacola, FL. It looks like my life extension will continue a couple more months if the new guy moves in, at the end of this month. Thank you Shelby.
The interaction with my latest roommate, has dropped into one of non-communication. I said to her this evening in the kitchen, after she walked the dogs that have been locked up all afternoon, Hey, SpaceX got those two astronauts back on Earth today!
She had no idea what I was talking about... Damn, living with a stranger is really tough sometimes.
But it's almost over, a couple of weeks left. I'm on my best roommate behavior, but we don't share meals, barely talk, and occasionally I get to tell the dogs I love them, until I can't...
Before I almost killed them, I would work with the dogs about barking at every human they see. They just want attention, to be recognized, to be loved.
I was making progress, either from walks or sitting with them on the front porch chair.
Now I sit under them, while they bark at everyone from the deck above, and I often get looks that say Why aren't the dogs down there with you?
Doesn't bother me, I just stick two middle fingers in the air and scream Fuck You! as loud as I can. When you're walking on the sidewalk, it's hard to hear me over the barking.
One day, a few months after turning seventeen, I was sitting in a high school class in Paradise, CA. Somebody spoke over the intercom and said President Kennedy had been assassinated, school was canceled, and to go home.
I could not describe anything now, about what was going on around me at the time, but I remember that walk home, along the railroad tracks.
I was already very damned confused about life. No direction, no goals, and certainly no political position.
But fuck man, our President had just been killed. I think that was the most defining moment of my life, and I've had a few.
I love and respect the flood of young Americans that joined the military to avenge 911, that was their defining moment.
Not me, I just wanted to get the most out of life while I could and keep my libido happy, because who knew what was going to happen next.
I ended up as a far right Republican, politically. Hanging out in a mancave garage in Pensacola, FL. with my big TV on Fox.
The two little dogs that entered my life recently, and I've grown to love, are locked away in an upstairs bedroom all day, except at lunchtime, because apparently I am a danger to them.
Shelby just brought by a new roommate for a couple months, a young guy that I got a good vibe from.
Hey, I'm just trying to stay alive as long as I can. I'll take all the help I can get.
Here's a collage of my current feelings about the dogs in my life, who shortly won't be.
I put on my favorite old orange flower shirt that has been in my life for decades, and walked to downtown Pensacola yesterday.
Turned out the Market that never bails on the weekend, freaked out over the tornado warning last night, which was a dud, and bailed anyway.
Along the way I spotted a Dodge Challenger, took a photo and texted with Riley about the vintage. He said around 2020.
I liked the look and did a deep dive into this cars history, and then created some AI images and a video, of me behind the wheel, of the 2023 Dodge Challenger SRT Demon 170.
Engine: 6.2L Supercharged V8, delivering 1,025 horsepower at 6,500 rpm and 945 lb-ft of torque at 4,200 rpm.
Performance: It can go from 0-60 mph in just 1.66 seconds, making it the world's quickest production car in this category.
Quarter-Mile Time: Certified at 8.91 seconds with a top speed of 151.17 mph.
Design: Features a widebody design, drag mode suspension, and optional carbon fiber wheels.
Production: Limited to 3,300 units, with a starting price of $96,666.
And the only way I'm driving it, is here.
I'm enjoying our human efforts and achievements in Space lately. But how lame they must seem to the aliens that destroyed my brothers life back in the fifties.
Neil Armstrong first set foot on the Moon during the quiet Sunday evening of July 20, 1969, when I was a young college student in the SF Bay Area.
It was three days before my 23rd birthday. I had been playing tennis with friends up in Berkeley, and decided to hitch into town, from Grove St.
A beautiful black woman picked me up and we spent the afternoon hooking up with her radical amazing girl friends, talking about how black men we're becoming pussies.
Ha! She was pursuing a law degree from UC Berkeley, and I was her white boy toy for the night. We ended up back at her place, and I remember laying my head on this woman's lovely thigh, surrounded by hot passion, watching this Armstrong guy step on to the fucking moon.
I think the truth is, we've all been played. But who cares, I got well laid!
Well I've done it again. Fucking up is becoming a habit, even when I ShutFUp. I think there's a good possibility my roommate hates me now, if she hadn't before, for almost killing her dogs.
I've been trying to keep my dog murdering intentions under control, but they slipped out yesterday.
We have a storm coming in tonight and people down here in sunshine lala land are on tornado watch. I've been through a couple, never lost anything, and obviously not my life. But I get it.
Shelby has some nice deck furniture on both levels of this condo, and told me they needed to be brought in. I decided to bring the bottom floor cushions into the garage, and the furniture inside, next to the front door.
So here's the situation. At the moment I don't know if roommate and dogs are locked in up in their room, or out for a drive. It had been a couple of hours since I'd seen or heard from them.
As I was taking the cushions back to the Cave, they emerged from upstairs and the dogs bolted down the stairs.
Instead of running in to say hi, because they have learned they're not allowed here, they bolted through the open front door, pass the dog fence that wasn't closed completely, with roommate running and yelling behind.
I bolted to the front and she had them both under control. It appears my attempt to get rid of these dogs, because my heart is broken that they can't share my chair with me and watch TV out in this filthy Cave, has failed.
I have $812 in my bank account, $98 in my PayPal account, and $50 in my pocket. I also have less than a buck on an old Idaho debit card, and a food stamp card that says I have $23 to use every month, but it rarely works.
I've paid this months rent to my grand-daughter landlord, but damn, what a hell of a way to land!
She's taking a killing on this place and needs us out as soon as the lease ends, shortly.
...and, I have no vehicle.
Hey, life sucks sometimes, but I'm still alive, and really glad to be so.
Shelby is working on options, because that's who she is, but only I am my keeper.
Some old guys like me sit around in a nursing home playing Checkers, talking about who is going to die first.
Not me! As 80 comes closer, and my possibility of reaching it is still real, I create AI images, grab Domains, and write code to build them up together.
I've come to love MS's CoPilot. When I forget how to throw a block of code together, I just ask him. And we tweak it along the way, until I have what I want.
Today I've been working on ShutFUp.com. I've got Shelbys monitor hooked up to my laptop, and all of the tools I need to design a landing page for this stupid website, are at my fingertips. It reminds me of the old days, when I always created a development landscape in front of me.
I bought this seven letter domain for the fun of it, and it stands for Shut the Fuck Up. This is a technique I've been developing, that trains your brain Not to respond immediately to someone's words (not actions). Older humans have learned how to say words to achieve an effect, and I'm really tired of reacting to it.
Sometimes you need to just shut the fuck up, because your verbal response usually makes the situation worse.
Damn, life is complicated these days. All I need is a Cave and a computer, a way to get a buzz, and dogs to love on. Fuck everything else, and click the image to see the site.
Here's the Post with the images: ShutFUp
I'm probably at the lowest human state one can be, now.
No complaints really, very grateful for a roof over my head and a space to write these words. But I know what's going on around me.
A few people still love me, and I love them, and that's it. I'm old and I have fucked up most every human relationship I've ever had, for my entire life.
I want to say as my time ends, that I've always been a good man, from my core. I messed up many times, but never with intention, just stupidity.
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