Disconnected Jottings

  A New Jersey man traveled to Delaware and stole twenty-eight pairs of Nike shoes. He later returned to the store and took another nine pairs of Nike shoes. Police reviewed the store surveillance and recognized him. The New Jersey state police arrested him and extradited him to Delaware to face the felony charges. Thirty-seven pairs of shoes were valued at almost $4,000. I ran that through my calculator to get the average price, and here is what the calculator showed. I did it a few times because I thought there was something wrong with it. I checked math with the Windows 10 calculator and it's the same.    

 Facebook's algorithm would probably see this as nudity, remove it and lock me out. They removed a photo and threatened to lock me out if I posted it, again. It had no nudity in it and nothing that could be construed as violating their community rules. Their algorithm is far from perfect but it will lock you out.

  I posted a comment on Yahoo, a few days ago, and I've just been notified it has been rejected. 'Scientists' claim that same-sex relationships between monkeys helps them father more offspring. I disputed it but it's no longer acceptable to go against the 'scientists' who are so wise.    

  The poem about Little Bo Peep was written in 1805, and as reported, she was short, not little. That makes sense because it's unlikely a little girl would be tending sheep. The name 'Bo' intrigues me. I had a friend known as 'Bo' whose name was Robert. It's possible, then, that the person we think of as a little girl, was actually a short male  named Robert. Little Robert Peep has lost his sheep. That makes more sense but if Bo Peep was actually a short male, why was he posing as a little girl? Could he have been a transgender around the turn of the nineteenth century? Yet it's only well into the twenty-first century that so many are coming out as transgender. I have, now, decided there will be no more renditions of Little Bo Peep in my home. Anyway, onto the subject of a mouse running up a clock: Was its name really Hickory Dickory Dock? And who would give a mouse such a name?

  Between a rock and a hard place. It was the only toilet Ben had in his house.    

Learning the new camera. I'm amazed at what it can do. This picture is about focus stacking. The left photo of the dial caliper is out of focus at the far end; that is normal. Then if I set it on Post Focus, it brings both ends into focus after the photo is shot, as shown in the right picture. Normally, several photos have to be taken and then stacking software used to stack them and bring out all the sharp points.        

  Everyone has their own idea of what constitutes art. For me, Picasso's and Hunter Biden's paintings are garbage. At the risk of seeming conceited, mine rates just a tad above theirs.    

  I saw a picture of a fake hundred-dollar bill, and liked Ben Franklin's face. It wasn't even a whole bill, only a part of it but my picture editing program refused to open it, and a notice popped up to say why. Evidently, no editing program is allowed to open it, to prevent the copying of genuine bills. But it's obvious I wasn't trying to edit a genuine bill, and all I wanted to do was to clip Ben's portrait.   I went online to find out why picture editors won't touch even comical treasury bills, and they said there's no way around it. I turned the photo upside down. Still my editor wouldn't let me touch it. I turned it into a negative and still no go. So what to do? I took a nap, and then an idea hit me: print it on my printer, then cut it out. I did that then scanned it into my editing program. Here's my finished picture and the one my editor wouldn't touch.