Well, this is fun.
I have a bag of old pins that somehow got all rusty. Water damage? Humidity? I’ve always wanted to make my own but the proper machine costs $$ and making real metal-backed enamel pins looks complicated. Perhaps with a vice and hacksaw? Maybe later…
So I tried to DIY it last night. Stripped and sanded an old pin then sprayed it down with black “rust paint” gloss enamel. All the tiny bottles of “craft store” enamel paint cost far too much for what they were, so I got a pot of gloss white rust paint from a hardware store. At least it will be useful later. The spraying has to be done outdoors but the painting isn’t too stinky for indoors.
It’s thick and advertised as “paint and primer in one” which had both ups and downs. With the soft “dollar store” brush, it’s rather hard to control. I’ll look for a smaller, stiffer brush for the next one, and perhaps some sort of small flat tipped stick-thing to push it around a bit (I obviously know SFA about painting right?). Given a few more colours it may be possible to paint some tiny things on the pins. Total lack of talent is never a barrier. Palette schmallete, just rolling with what I can find/scrounge will be a fun way to spend some evenings.
Constantly fighting the damned cat off just makes it more… interesting.
I use Firefox. One of only a small percentage of people who do these days. The market is dominated by Chrome and it’s derivatives. I could go on about how a mono-culture on web access is dangerous, or how that it would be headed by what is effectively an ad firm/data broker with little sense of ethics, but I’d be digressing.
This is about add-ons. Mostly so I don’t forget what I’m using. You’ll probably want to go back to doing something more relevant to your life at this point (videos of goats cavorting is my go-to).
uBlock Origin - blocks lots of ads* and crap. Makes the web faster to browse.
Privacy Possum - reduces and/or falsifies data gathered by tracking companies.
Privacy Badger - learns to block invisible trackers.
Firefox Multi-Account Containers - lets you run each website in isolation.
Facebook Container - wraps Facebook automatically and generally screws with their tracking elsewhere on the web.
Decentraleyes - Messes with CDN (Content Delivery Network) delivery. Third parties that host web content and may monetise your data.
ClearURL’s - Removes tracking elements built into links and URL’s themselves.
HTTPS Everywhere - Just removed this one as the feature is now built into Firefox. Warns you when you load insecure websites (any password would be transmitted as plain text).
*I have no problems with seeing ads. I ran a site for a decade that depended on them for revenue. But those were topical, self-hosted and did not contain any trackers. Alas, many modern ad services are kinda shitty about that stuff.
Two incident over the last month have reinforced my views on free speech, end-to-end encrypted private messaging and hatred of bullies. Growing up as foreign-accented mouthy kid in prairie Canada, I saw a lot of the latter first-hand.
The first incident was in a coffee shop just before Christmas. A staff member seemingly wanted to talk to a customer but was literally shouted down by another employee. The offender let off a endless verbal barrage intended to purge the room of any other speech. I can’t imagine what they thought justified the behaviour or the motivations behind it but reactions in the room varied from uncomfortable to outright horrified.
The second was a article released today by The Guardian: Woman jailed for record 43 years for insulting Thai monarchy. I thought I misread the headline at first. It’s sad to think governments are so repressive (and “the west” is not immune. Business use SLAPP tactics to silence criticism, governments give themselves permission to assassinate their own citizens and reporters are routinely murdered worldwide.)
While the scales are vastly different, both of the examples above were intended to end discourse.
To prevent constructive (edit: changed from “free” in light of recent events) speech and suppress any further attempts.
Objecting to something on legitimate grounds is something to be encouraged. To discuss an issue in an open and fair manner. The matter may never result in agreement, but to prevent the conversation in the first place is:
Listening to: Negative Scanner - Nose Picker
Photo: Fraser River Park
Stanley likes digging a hole at the beach, dropping his ball into it then barking at the ball for a spell. Dig another hole, move the ball, bark at the ball…
Brain the size of a pea, I swear.
Listening to: Personality Crisis - Mrs. Palmer
Photo: Snowshoeing on Seymour with Stanley
The domain “Flay.Com” seems to get a lot of attention. Not the content (though I’d be flattered), but the name itself.
“Flay” is derived from one of my favourite trilogies, “Gormanghast” by Mervyn Peake. The first, “Titus Groan” was published in 1946 and the second “Gormanghast” in 1950. Some think they are on the level of better known authors like Tolkien and C. S. Lewis. I do. The first two books are unique in that, while certainly fiction and often classified as ‘fantasy’, they don’t actually contain much in the way of fantastic or supernatural elements. Full of ponderous description, if you’re a reader that visually imagines the scenes described, it’s chock full of wonder.
Mr. Flay was the Lord’s personal servant in the series, one of the core characters. I finally got to see the BBC film adaption of Gormanghast years ago when I bought the DVD set. Christopher Lee played the part of Mr. Flay along with a well chosen cast. Worth a watch IMHO.
If you visit the official site, mervynpeake.org, you can find some of the original character sketches and more information on his writings and life:
“Mr Flay appeared to clutter up the doorway as he stood revealed, his arms folded, surveying the smaller man before him in an expressionless way. It did not look as though such a bony face as his could give normal utterance, but rather that instead of sounds, something more brittle, more ancient, something dryer would emerge, something perhaps more in the nature of a splinter or fragment of stone. Nevertheless, the harsh lips parted. ‘It’s me,’ he said, and took a step forward into the room, his knee joints cracking as he did so. His passage across the room - in fact his passage through life - was accompanied by these cracking sounds, one per step, which might be likened to the breaking of twigs.”
Listening to: Red Gate Compilation Mixtape
Year ago I used to volunteer as a barn worker for a local rescue. S.A.I.N.T.S. in mission is a pretty unique place. A home/refuge/hospice that specialises in older animals. So looked forward it every week.
As I cleaned out the stalls, various animals would participate. Chewie would always make mischief. Tipping over your wheelbarrow JUST when you finally finished filling it. So much character, he always got a skritch between the horns when I wandered by.
Pigs, goats, llama, sheep, horses, dogs, cats, birds, rabbits and more inhabited the place. But some of my favourites were the cows.
Percy (pictured) was a 2000 pound steer hand raised after being rescued from a calf auction. The closest thing to a “lap cow” you’d ever meet. Always curious, he would run over to say hi when you passed by. It should be mentioned he was a bit licky. OK, a lot licky. I mean, in an affectionate way, like a dog. But with a massive tongue that felt like it was going to take your skin off when he wrapped it around your arm.
And he smelled good. Perhaps it was growing up on and around farms as a kid, but the smell of cow has always been a strong olfactory memory. When biking through nearby pasture country I’ll always cruise slowly with my visor up, taking in the barnyard smells.
Heck, as kids we played “king of the hill” on mounds of dried poo. Good for the immune system I once read.
If the world ever returns to normal, S.A.I.N.T.S. used to have tours at 11:00am Saturday and Sundays. By donation. Totally worth it.
Listening to: Nouvelle Vague - Dancing With Myself (cover)
Starting to live by myself during a global pandemic is forcing some decisions. Like what to do on New Years Eve? Stay home smothered in cat like every other night? Probably not good for the mental health, it’s hard enough to fly solo on a day-to-day basis.
I can’t remember a New Years without dancing. Be it in a house party’s kitchen or out at a venue, there has always been a
series of odd contortions vaguely aligned to music bit of dancing.
So I went down to a local venue, turned on the PA’s and had nice spin about the floor. Beer in hand. After all, who was I going to spill on? There was even a glass of champagne at midnight from a like minded (socially distanced) soul. For the first time in awhile, I got a wee bit tipsy.