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Pinging just about anything, for me, just about always has no less then ten percent echo request timeouts. For the most part it's quite a lot more, like twenty five percent. Exceedingly rare is that I sometimes get as low as eight percent timeouts.

Now, this is at home, using my iOS 10.0.1 iPhone 7's Personal HotSpot via WiFi from my macOS Sierra 10.12.6 on my Mid 2015 MacBook Pro. It's reasonable to expect there'd be some lossage but I have by now convinced myself that it's not actually my phone's nor my box' fault.

(Note that GeoLocating my IP puts me in Seattle, so every fucking day I get all the local Seattle traffic reports, city council coverage, the occasional Crime Of The Century taking place in Redmond &c.)

There's a data center just upstairs from NedSpace so we get very, very good WiFi there but even so there are more lost packets than I regard as reasonable to expect.

Surely There Is Some Reason?

No aphasia in my writing; I'm still at home so I haven't spoken yet. It doesn't work to detect spoken Aphasia unless I'm addressing a specific person.

That I was quite definitely Manic starting early Monday morning led me to take 15 mg of Zyprexa (olanzapine) Monday night.

I worked overnight Tuesday with the plan to sleep starting mid afternoon but both types of aphasia were so severe Tuesday that I at first planned to go to the Urgent Care Clinic but upon realizing I had been experiencing quite severe short term memory loss that I called my case manager Michelle to ask that she drive me to the Emergency Room instead.

As I was riding home on the bus I was completely overcome with grief and desperately struggling to avoid screaming in agony. I briefly entertained the idea of going back into carpentry as it always brought me great serenity, but I quickly realized that were I to do so there was no doubt in my mind I would slice my thumb off with my circular saw.

Less than one minute after the Triage Nurse drew blood from me I forgot that she had done so, accidentally tore my bandage off then found myself puzzling as to why I was bleeding all over the floor.

That I was repeatedly repeating myself led the ER staff to expedite my treatment: less than twenty minutes after I checked in with their receptionist I was ginven a Cerebral CT Scan - they're not called CAT Scans anymore - then a paper EKG, assigned an Exam Room immediately after that, hooked up to a video EKG, automated blood pressure cuff, blood oxygen monitor then given a Urine Test.

But you looked like a Cyborg with all those wires! You quite reasonably protest, then I adeptly deflect your assertion by requesting that you sorry lot do an image search for "Urinal Jug".

VERY surprising is that I never once felt thirsty despite that I was using my trusted friend the Urinal Jug just like I was a race horse.

That just _never_ happens. Not for twenty-four years due to Psychogenic Polydipsia: "Thirst Of The Mind". It is uncommon and poorly understood but is speculated to be a side effect of Antipsychotic Medication. I don't feel thirsty now either.

I have more to say but want to chill and get ready for work so I will continue in a reply.

But I will say that I still experience mike Aphasia in my writing.

NASA Will Announce Its 1st Commercial Partners for the Return to the Moon Thursday

The selected companies will be revealed Thursday (Nov. 29) during a news conference held at NASA's headquarters in Washington, D.C. NASA Administrator Jim Bridenstine will lead the news conference. The event will begin at 2 p.m. EST (1900 GMT); you can watch it live on Space.com, courtesy of NASA TV, or directly at the agency's website.

I'll do a sub on it later. Check out the live news conference if you can.

‘Cowboy Bebop’ Live-Action Series Lands at Netflix

The series, which hails from Tomorrow Studios, has been in the works since last year. Netflix has ordered 10 episodes.

Shinichiro Watanabe, director of the original anime, will serve as a consultant on the project. Christopher Yost, who previously penned “Thor: The Dark World” and “Thor: Ragnarok”, will write the first episode and executive produce. Andre Nemec, Josh Appelbaum, Jeff Pinkner, and Scott Rosenberg of Midnight Radio will serve as executive producers. Yasuo Miyakawa, Masayuki Ozaki, and Shin Sasaki of Sunrise Inc.– the studio behind the original series–will also executive produce along with Marty Adelstein and Becky Clements of Tomorrow Studios, Tetsu Fujimura, and Matthew Weinberg. The series is a co-production between Netflix and Tomorrow Studios, with Netflix handling physical production.

The track record for adaptations of anime is not great. Another classic about to be sullied by Netflix?

On a side note, Variety.com has three separate posts about Finland offering incentives to film and TV productions. I guess Variety was offered an incentive, too.

Nubia's latest gaming phone comes with up to 10GB of RAM

Nubia Red Magic Mars announced: Snapdragon 845, 10GB RAM, and shoulder triggers

Not sure if I want to do another submission about a 10 GB of RAM "gaming smartphone". Although it could be amusing.

Saturday night I forgot to call 9-1-1 but my brother in law figured it out then told me

Increasingly severe Broca's Aphasia in my writing since Sunday morning. By 11:00 AM could not write intelligibly. That same Broca's was in my speech starting noon today, grew in severity then subsided just now.

In early 2011 I was completely unable to remember the name of the lover I had during the summer of 2010. She and I weee very close but I would never had a clue until my mother told me

Since 2014 I've been able to remember what happened since happened yet have never had a clue as to _when_.

This morning I made a truly awesome sandwich for lunch then when I got to work totally forgot about it. Remembered it when I got home but was stymied by why it was not in my bag

Left _all_ of my medicine as well as my wallet at work when I left mudafternoon today. This was the very first time I've ever forgotten my wallet.

If I can _only_ compose poetry when I'm Manic, surely there is a poet within me somewhere, struggling to come out.

I've found that it helps to just pull the first line out of my ass, with the rhyme and meter either determined by the next line or the line after my ass.

This evening I really _did_ compose a poem whose first line was "In the deep of the knight". Do yer worst; I'll post my own poem tomorrow evening. And-a One! And-A Two! And-A...

Previously: 4 Gallon Kimchi Ferment

I took it out on the 26th, so about 15 days of fermentation.

This version of the recipe had just 25% of the crushed red pepper I normally use. The resulting taste was much milder, but still satisfying, and still tasted like kimchi rather than sauerkraut or something. You get a more noticeable ginger taste this way.

The biggest disappointment may have been the radishes. By becoming soggy, they lost the crisp crunchiness they had at the start. This should have been obvious but I wasn't thinking about it. They became less spicy, which may be a plus for some. There have been kimchis made primarily of radishes for centuries, so it's not coming out of left field as an ingredient. I cut my red (Cherry Belle?) radishes into thin circular slices rather than cube chunks as seen in the linked recipe.

Rather than the 4 gallons I was expecting, I made just over 3 gallons, filling about 12.5-13 quart jars. I used a slotted spoon to get the veggies in the jars, and then put each jar in the sink so I could pour liquid from the bucket into it. Some minor gas buildup was already evident when I sealed and opened some of the jars. I'd like for it to develop that tangy carbonation I got in the old storebought kimchi, so some of these will be sitting around in the fridge for a long while.

I didn't see any signs of bubbling in the airlock, maybe because the bucket was only just over half full, or because the lactobacillus fermentation process is much slower than say, yeast + beer. I think the airlock may have helped in getting a consistent flavor with less "funk". It also prevented the smell from escaping into the room, until I opened the bucket.

I didn't write down the cost of materials but it was probably in the neighborhood of $15, or $30 counting reusable supplies, to make the equivalent of maybe $150-300 worth of kimchi. It should be able to stay good in the fridge for up to 6 months, possibly longer. I'll agree with the AC that says it's a waste of time to make bread. You are competing with impeccably baked artisan loaves in the $1-3 range (less for clearance bread). Kimchi or sauerkraut? You can easily beat it on price. Time spent making it isn't too bad (worse for kimchi than sauerkraut since I had to cut up a lot of stuff and soaked cabbage for a while). Simplify the steps for saeurkraut and you can start some in under half an hour. And you can put it on your meat and potatoes.

If any of you decided to make some, or buy some, I'd like to hear how it turned out.

The good news is that around one this morning I composed the following poem; I haven't come up with a title yet:

Some smoke weed,
Some drink rum,
Some shoot dope,
Some chew gum.

Some men fight,
Some men run,
Some men fear,
Some have fun.

What do _I_ do?
Wish I knew.
For if I did,
It would get done.

The Bad News is that while poetry has been with us since the Dawn Of Humanity, for _me_ to compose it is an _unmistakeable_ sign that I am _already_ either Manic - or _Psychotic_.

I'm not yet aware of any Psychotic symptoms other than possibly my poem, but Psychoses can be imperceptible at first, if it comes on slowly as it often does.

Given my concern about Psychosis, I took all my Happy Pills, then after checking my phone's calendar so as to ensure there was nowhere I had to be tomorrow (Tuesday), after I took all my regular Happy Pills, I took _three_ of my Extra Special ones: 15 mg Zyprexa (olanzapine).

I avoid Zyprexa because it raises the blood sugar - Hyperglycemia - which can cause the adult form of Diabetes. But there are times when an AK-47 just won't do, one requires a Gatling Gun. Fifteen milligrams of Zyprexa and to Sleep Like The Dead will set me right up.

American Exorcism

Priests are fielding more requests than ever for help with demonic possession, and a centuries-old practice is finding new footing in the modern world.

"Saturday Night No Life Club". How did you celebrate _yours_?

• Speechless

  9-1-1: "Emergency Dispatch. What are you reporting?"

  "I cannot speak."

Serve, And Enjoy.

Some dumb chick demanded that I not be "Ablist" in what I posted last night, then flatly refused to point out what it was in my post about a certain historically-unprecedented batshit crazy woman I know quite well that could be regarded as Ableist.

"You have an Internet connection," this epically-dumb chick pointed out.

"So do _you_ ," I replied. Epically dumb chick then got into it with a couple others but all three of us put together were unable to extract from Epically Dumb Chick what Ableism actually was nor why she regarded my tale of lamentation and sorrow about the batshit crazy woman I know quite well as Ableist, nor would she point out what it was in my OP that she regarded as Ableist.

It proceeded downhill from there, but after riding the Yellow Line from North Portland back into Downtown - a thirty-minute journey - quietly reflecting upon what I could post that I cold possibly hope to be more productive than to point out that she's such an Angry Dumb Cunt because she had a surgeon suture her twat shut so as to trap years of menstrual fluid that her anger and her rage might draw upon the necrosis of what at one time had been her pussy, her uterus, her Fallopian tubes as well as her ovaries.

To Wit:

Debra Harpe - after a half hour or so of quiet reflection, I Cry _BULLSHIT_ on your "Ablist" complaint. I am a Scholar and have been since I was a _very_ young boy - quite a diligent and serious one: my first really serious career goal was to be a Chemistry Professor at a University, later an Astronomer, later still to be a Physicist, eventually focussing on Elementary Particle Physics. Among my studies have been Geometry, Number Theory, Philosophy, to play and compose for the Piano, to sing and to dance in musical theater, to volunteer for political campaigns, literature, writing both fiction and non-fiction, just in this last year my writing has focussed on looking into why Ancient Greek, Roman History and Hebrew history ultimately resulted into the world we have today - specifically the Vietnam War, the Killing Fields of Cambodia, Adolf Hitler, NAZI Germany, World War II and the Holocaust. Also lifelong has been my interest in Cult Phenomena, starting with Communist Cambodia, the NAZIs, the Jonestown Guyana mass suicide in which NINE HUNDRED People's Unification Church Members took their own lives by drinking cyanide-laced Kool-Ade, the Human Potential Movement by enrolling in the Beginner and Advanced LifeSpring Courses as well as its Leadership Program, the incredibly bizarre Spring 1997 mass suicide of the small, insular San Diego UFO Cult Heavens Gate, who all "Shed Their Vehicles" by eating phenobarbital-laced pudding and applesauce with Such Great Enthusiasm that they all wore Brand-New Nike Hightop Sneakers so as to be properly dressed for the occasion

Then:

But I have not the first clue what it is about my Original Post that you could _possibly_ regard as Ableist. Again for my _entire_ life I have _always_ been enthusiastically ready to engage in informed discussion and reasoned debate over absolutely _any_ topic at all, even those I regards as Morally Reprehensible.

Followed by:

But I have No Use _Whatsoever_ for small-minded cowards such as yourself, Debra Harpe, who hurl blunt, angry insults at me then flatly refuse to explain why they felt the need to do so but somehow expect _me_ to magically pull that required explanation Right Out Of My Own Ass.

Continuing on through:

There are vast multitudes of people who stand ready to enthusiastically engage in informed discussion or reasoned debate with me even over topics that _they_ regard as morally reprehensible.

The Climax:

Thus, I regard you Debra Harpe as no more significant to me or to my interests to the bright green fungus I find growing on oranges in my fridge from time to time.

The Denouement:

Good Day. Don't let the door hit yer ass on your way out, Debra Harpe.

The End: I tagged a close friend and high school classmate by the name of Ralph who is now a Psychiatrist in Hawaii. (Not _My_ Psychiatrist, rather Ralph is a friend.) He and I often engage in fascinating discussions over various minutiae of the mind mind.

What's Yer Take? Do you regard Tarring And Feathering as too good for Debra Harpe, I would you advise me to Level Debra Harpe Up to the Iron Maiden? It happens that I am quite a good welder, my father taught me both electric arc and acetylene welding when I was still in Elementary School.

My breakfast should be done Nuking right around now. Bon Apetit!