Archive for April, 2021

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 389

Saturday, April 24th, 2021

Remember a while back, I wrote:

How can you even have a bad anvil? An anvil is just a big chunk of metal, right? It’s like saying “this is a bad chunk of metal”! How can a chunk of metal be bad?

Somewhat similar question: how can you have a bad axe?

Answer: “The Worst Axe I’ve Ever Tested”. Surprisingly, this is from Spyderco, a company whose products I am generally fond of.

Bonus #1: “Bacon Grease as Engine OIl? Let’s try it!”

I’m posting this specifically because: over the weekend, Mike the Musicologist came up for our birthday dinner. And somewhere along the way, a group of us got into a discussion of whether, and how long, you could run an AR with no lubrication…other than mayonnaise, the vile emulsion. No, I don’t remember where this idea came from, and it wasn’t terribly late when we came up with it. I mean, mayo is mostly oil, right? I suspect what would mess things up is the eggs.

We were actually discussing doing a YouTube video on this, using Duke’s, Hellman’s, homemade mayo…and Miracle Whip, which isn’t mayo, but is two lies in one.

I know somebody who has a GoPro and would probably let me borrow it, in addition to our phone cameras. We just need to find a range that will let us do the filming and isn’t busy, and someone who’s willing to let us mess up their AR (maybe temporarily?) for science.

(On an unrelated side note, I now have my snazzy new ballistic chronograph in hand. And MtM and I were discussing some more serious ideas for YouTube videos. I have a little list, if we can ever get around to it.)

One more, just for fun: “18 Straight Minutes of Useless Catholic Trivia”.

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 388

Friday, April 23rd, 2021

Two for today. Our first one is lower quality because it is vintage, but fits in with an ongoing theme.

This is a training film from the San Diego Police Department, made sometime in the late 1940s according to the notes.

To make up for the low quality of the previous video, here’s a much higher quality bit of history, also totally unrelated to the po-lice.

“Oil Men: Tales From the South Texas Oil Patch”.

Yeah, it is about an hour long, which is why I waited to post this until closer to the weekend.

The Resurgence of Miss Extremely Low-Cut Backless Dress.

Friday, April 23rd, 2021

Vikki Dougan had a brief moment of fame in the late 1950s, mostly because of the backless dresses she wore.

Another Hollywood correspondent referred to her as “the most notorious ca-rear girl in town.” She was praised for her “marvelous exits” in the June 1957 issue of Playboy. Ms. Dougan was said to have been banned from another star’s preview party because her backless formal dresses were drawing too much attention, and Jayne Mansfield, Zsa Zsa Gabor and Mamie Van Doren were all, supposedly, jealous.

But she quickly disappeared.

Ms. Dougan is also widely cited as the inspiration behind Jessica Rabbit in the 1988 film “Who Framed Roger Rabbit?” — though Richard Williams, its animator, attributed the character’s look to a composite of Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake and Lauren Bacall.

Now. in the Internet age, she’s been rediscovered.

Ms. Dougan, who was born Edith Tooker the same year as a major stock market crash but prefers that you not do the math, lives in a rent-controlled apartment building for seniors in Beverly Hills, and gets by on her monthly Social Security check. The woman who once graced the cover of Life magazine and dated Orson Welles, George Getty II, Frank Sinatra, Mickey Rooney, Barry Goldwater Jr., Henry Fonda, Huntington Hartford and Warren Beatty sleeps each night on an Ikea pullout couch in the living room.

(Subject line hattip, which is the first thing I thought of when I read this article. You should really pay the writer and find this story somewhere. Unfortunately, I can’t find a Kindle-based collection or a reasonably cheap physical collection containing this story on Amazon.)

The symbiotic economy.

Friday, April 23rd, 2021

Another one of my half-baked book ideas is a book on this subject.

What do I mean by this? What I’m thinking about is: businesses that are built on, and depend on, another business to exist, and would not exist without that business.

The first time I started thinking about this was in the early days of widespread Internet adoption, and specifically in the context of eBay. There were several businesses that sprung up in the early days: escrow services, payment processors, and even places where you could take your stuff. In the days before digital cameras and fast Internet access being common, it was often easier to take your items to somebody’s storefront: they’d list the items for you on eBay, handle shipping and receive payment, and take a cut of your proceeds, as well as an upfront fee for the listing. (At least, I assume that was how it worked: I never actually used any of those services.)

Zynga is perhaps another good example of this, but with a twist. They were, at one point, massively tied to Facebook:

At one point during 2011, Zynga made up 19 percent of Facebook’s revenue, partly because of the special mutually beneficial relationship between the two companies.

But Facebook ended that “special relationship”, and Zynga’s pivoted towards mobile gaming. Though I’ve never used Facebook, I almost want to argue (based on what I’ve heard from others) that Zynga’s games were more “parasitic” than “symbiotic”, in the sense that they possibly did some damage to Facebook and drove people away.

Which raises the question: are app developers in a symbiotic economy? Arguably, they wouldn’t exist without the Google and Apple app stores, and it’s easy for a change in policy, or a change in operating system, to wipe out a specific app. At least with Android, you (theoretically) have the option to “sideload” your app. On the other hand, eliminating third-party apps would hurt the stores as much, or more, as it would hurt the developers.

I’m not sure what the conclusion, or overarching theme, of this book would be. Other than: if you’re going to put all your eggs in one basket (like Facebook) watch that basket. And have a Plan B. And a Plan C.

What brings this to mind? Two fairly recent articles:

1. There’s this device called “Kytch”. It is targeted at a highly specific market: McDonald’s franchises. The Kytch device sits inside the notoriously finicky and often broken McD’s soft-serve and milkshake machines, connects to WiFi, and provides enhanced diagnostic information on what exactly has gone wrong with the machine.

McD’s corporate is not entirely happy with this idea, though apparently lots of the franchises who have used Kytch like it.

It warned first that installing Kytch voided Taylor machines’ warranties—a familiar threat from corporations fighting right-to-repair battles with their customers and repairers. Then it went on to note that Kytch “allows complete access to all of the equipment’s controller and confidential data” (Taylor’s and McDonald’s data, not the restaurant owner’s), that it “creates a potential very serious safety risk for the crew or technician attempting to clean or repair the machine,” and that it could cause “serious human injury.” The email included a final warning in italics and bold: “McDonald’s strongly recommends that you remove the Kytch device from all machines and discontinue use.”

Another franchisee’s technician told me that, despite Kytch nearly doubling its prices over the past two years and adding a $250 activation fee, it still saves their owner “easily thousands of dollars a month.”
McD Truth confides that Kytch still rarely manages to prevent their ice cream machines from breaking. But before they used Kytch, their restaurants’ harried staff wouldn’t even notify them nine out of 10 times when the ice cream machine was down. Now, at the very least, they get an email alert with a diagnosis of the problem. “That is the luxury,” McD Truth writes. “Kytch is a very good device.”

2. Sports cards are big business. I think everyone knows this, even if you don’t follow sports or collect cards.

The big dog in the business is Professional Sports Authenticator. They do condition grading and authentication of cards.

PSA had grown to averaging more than 3 million graded cards per year and was the unquestioned gold standard for the majority of collectors. Having a card encased with a PSA grade, on the company’s 1-10 scale, is often an incredible multiplier for the value of an individual card. An ungraded card with a market value of, say, $25,000 in mint condition can get a 10 from PSA and vault as much as 10 times. It’s the hobby’s ultimate thumbs-up — or down.

Putting it into my own terms, it is kind of like having a history letter from Smith and Wesson: at the very least, having a letter will probably pay for itself if you ever go to sell your gun. If you hit the lottery – if you find out your gun was shipped to someone like Annie Oakley – your $300 gun might become a $50,000 gun.

(On a side note: $300 for a .22/32 Heavy Frame Target? This guy got a screaming deal, and it would have been one even if it wasn’t Annie Oakley’s gun.)

But I digress. As the big dog in grading and authentication, PSA was doing a land office business. Business, as a matter of fact, was too good:

PSA was receiving 500,000 cards every five days, which was more than the company took in every three months before the COVID-19 pandemic started. The number of packages received per month rose from under 18,000 this past November to nearly 30,000 in February, and it eventually caused the system to buckle. In its statement, PSA said the company had grown from 421 employees in January 2020 to 783 this March, still not nearly enough for the surge that has happened over the past 12 months.

So, effective March 30th, PSA suspended most of their grading services.

In the collecting world, it was the equivalent of the Postal Service announcing on Dec. 15 that demand was too high and the company couldn’t deal with all of its recent holiday package dropoffs.

Uh, didn’t the Post Office kind of do that this past Christmas? (Okay, not really, but it did seem like they were coming close.)

PSA is still going to process their backlog, and hopes to resume service by July 1st. And there are other authentication and grading services, but none with the level of acceptance and prestige that PSA has. And the people with cards sitting in backlog have issues, too:

Henry estimates he has well over $1 million in total value for the cards he has waiting at PSA. He wouldn’t have sold all of those cards right away and would have kept some for his collection. But because the market fluctuates, he figures he has lost $100,000 from his cards being held at PSA. Most of that comes from basketball cards, Zion Williamson and Ja Morant

Who?

cards in particular. Henry notes that Morant cards were initially hot but have since cooled, and he wouldn’t be able to sell the cards for nearly as much as he would have had he gotten them back sooner.

As interesting as I find this story, I have a lot of trouble shedding any tears for Ja Morant Guy.

Obit watch: April 22, 2021.

Thursday, April 22nd, 2021

Tempest Storm.

I went back and forth on posting this, even though Lawrence sent me the obit from the Las Vegas paper. But what pushed me into posting this was that the NYT obit was from Margalit Fox, and she clearly had some fun writing it.

Routinely named in the same ardent breath as the great 20th-century ecdysiasts Lili St. Cyr, Blaze Starr and Gypsy Rose Lee, Ms. Storm was every inch as ecdysiastical as they, and for far longer. Almost certainly the last of her ilk, she was, at her height in the 1950s and early ’60s, famous the world over, as celebrated for her flame-red tresses as for her vaunted 40-inch bust.

Playing burlesque stages in New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, the Bay Area, London and elsewhere, she was reported to earn $100,000 a year in the mid-1950s (the equivalent of about $950,000 today). Her breasts were said to be insured with Lloyd’s of London for $1 million. “Tempest in a D-Cup,” the headlines called her; “The Girl Who Goes 3-D Two Better.”
Visiting the University of Colorado in 1955, Ms. Storm precipitated a riot among eager male students that caused hundreds of dollars’ worth of damage — by doing nothing more than removing her mink coat.

Along the way she acquired four husbands and many lovers, among whom she said were John F. Kennedy (“He was a great man in everything he did,” she said) and Elvis Presley (“He really was the King”), while losing, night after night, her mink, gloves, gown, pearls and hat — though retaining her G-string and fishnet bra, and with them her virtue.
“I think taking off all your clothes — and I’ve never taken off all my clothes — is not only immoral but boring,” Ms. Storm told The Wall Street Journal in 1969. “There has to be something left to the imagination. If you take everything off, you please a few morons and chase all the nice people away.”

Peter Warner, sailor. You probably never heard of him, but his story is fascinating.

Especially the part about the shipwrecked boys.

The story of the 1966 rescue, which made Mr. Warner a celebrity in Australia, began during a return sail from Nuku’alofa, the capital of Tonga, where he and his crew had unsuccessfully requested the right to fish in the country’s waters. Casually casting his binoculars at a nearby uninhabited island, ‘Ata, he noticed a burned patch of ground.
“I thought, that’s strange that a fire should start in the tropics on an uninhabited island,” he said in a 2020 video interview. “So we decided to investigate further.”
As they approached, they saw a naked teenage boy rushing into the water toward them; five more quickly followed. Recalling that some island nations imprisoned convicts on islands like ‘Ata, he told his crew to load their rifles.
But when the boy, Tevita Fatai Latu, who also went by the name Stephen, reached the boat, he told Mr. Warner that he and his friends had been stranded for more than a year, living off the land and trying to signal for help from passing ships.
Mr. Warner, still skeptical, radioed Nuku’alofa.
“After 20 minutes,” he said, “a very tearful operator came on the radio, and then amongst tears he said: ‘It’s true. These boys had been given up for dead. Funerals have been held. And now you have found them.’”

The boys had been shipwrecked for 15 months.

At first the boys lived off raw fish, coconuts and birds’ eggs. After about three months, they found the ruins of a village, and their fortunes improved — among the rubble they discovered a machete, domesticated taro plants and a flock of chickens descended from the ones left behind by the previous inhabitants. They also managed to start a fire, which they kept burning for the rest of their stay.
They built a makeshift settlement, with a thatched-roof hut, a garden and, for recreation, a badminton court and an open-air gymnasium, complete with a bench press. One of the boys, Kolo Fekitoa, fashioned a guitar out of debris from the boat, and they began and ended every day with songs and prayer.
They established a strict duty roster, rotating among resting, gathering food and watching for ships. If a fight broke out, the antagonists had to walk to opposite ends of the island and return, ideally having cooled off. When Stephen broke his leg, the others fashioned a splint; his leg healed perfectly.

Mr. Warner was 90.

His death was confirmed by his daughter Janet Warner, who said he had been swept overboard by a rogue wave while sailing near the mouth of the Richmond River, an area he had known for decades. A companion on the boat, who was also knocked into the water, pulled Mr. Warner to shore, but attempts to revive him were unsuccessful.

For the record, NYT obits for Felix Silla and Richard Rush.

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 387

Thursday, April 22nd, 2021

Travel Thursday!

How about a trip on a defunct airline to a country that no longer exists?

“Flight to Ceylon”, from TWA at some point in the 1950s. You would know Ceylon better today as Sri Lanka.

Bonus #1: “Norway-Denmark”. This is one of those military orientation films, for personnel stationed in those countries, and dates to 1951.

Bonus #2: “Next exit, Stuckey’s”.

I always kind of liked Stuckey’s. The last time I was in one was maybe 10 or 12 years ago: there are still a few in the general East Texas area.

I also suspect that there’s a reason why “Buc-ees” sounds a lot like “Stuckey’s”, and why there seem to be things in common between the two.

The Internet of Stupid, Broken Things.

Thursday, April 22nd, 2021

Today’s stupid, broken IOT device: the Cosori Smart Air Fryer.

A heap-based buffer overflow vulnerability exists in the configuration server functionality of the Cosori Smart 5.8-Quart Air Fryer CS158-AF 1.1.0. A specially crafted JSON object can lead to remote code execution. An attacker can send a malicious packet to trigger this vulnerability.

A unauthenticated backdoor exists in the configuration server functionality of Cosori Smart 5.8-Quart Air Fryer CS158-AF 1.1.0. A specially crafted JSON object can lead to code execution. An attacker can send a malicious packet to trigger this vulnerability.

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 386

Wednesday, April 21st, 2021

You know, I could almost do a day of great TV theme songs from the ‘Tube. I don’t think I’m going to, but I could…

But today: “Pattern For Progress”, “…which shows how machines increase the power of farming operations, therefore increasing production and revenue.” This is a product of the Ethyl Corporation and Esso.

Bonus #1: I’ve never heard of “Combat Dealers” before. It might be on Quest TV. It might also need subtitles.

I’ve noted before that I think an old VW Thing would be fun to hack around in, if I could afford one. Someone a while back recommended a used Jeep Cherokee as another fun hacking around car.

So: “American Jeep Vs German Kubelwagen”. Neither of these is exactly a Cherokee or a Thing, but they’re kind of within shouting distance.

Bonus #2: I’m actually going to link to an entire playlist here, for bookmarking purposes and because I can’t pick just one.

There’s a guy named Felix Immler who has a channel devoted to pocket knives. Of special interest to me: his “Victorinox customize & maintenance Workshop” and “Victorinox uses and techniques“.

These are fairly short, but there are a bunch of them. Just to give you a taste: “4 Special Tricks with the Victorinox Toothpick” that don’t involve picking your teeth with it.

Obit watch: April 21, 2021.

Wednesday, April 21st, 2021

Jim Steinman.

He had a fascinating career, which is detailed to some extent in his Wikipedia entry.

Todd Rundgren eventually agreed to produce the record, but no big label wanted it; Mr. Sonenberg often joked that he thought people were creating new record labels just for the purpose of rejecting “Bat Out of Hell.” Eventually Cleveland International Records, a small label distributed by CBS, took a chance.

One little known fact: he was working on a “Batman” musical. A stage musical, not a movie musical. But there were plans for Tim Burton to direct.

Steinman said about Burton and the project, “It’s more like his first two movies than any of the other movies. It’s very dark and gothic, but really wildly funny. It was my dream that he do this.”

I think a musical interlude is fitting here.

Monte Hellman, director. We haven’t seen “Two Lane Blacktop” yet, but we have watched “Cockfighter”. I can really only recommend that one to fans of Charles Willeford, but it seems like there are a lot of those folks out there…

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 385

Tuesday, April 20th, 2021

Today’s my birthday, so I’m queuing this up in advance. I thought I’d try to do something a little different today, maybe go back to some things I haven’t done in a while.

Like trains.

“Last of the Giants”. This appears to be a Union Pacific documentary about their “Big Boy” steam locomotives, which they operated in “revenue service” until 1959. UP still operates one “Big Boy” and one “800 Series” locomotive for promotional purposes.

Interestingly, the “Big Boy” has actually been converted to run on oil:

Bonus: Do you like people speaking with Russian accents? Do you like Zippos? I like Zippos. Most of the time, I can take or leave Russian accents.

By way of “CrazyRussianHacker“, “7 Zippo Gadgets You Did NOT Know Exist”.

It doesn’t (generally) get that cold in Texas, but I kind of want one of those Zippo hand warmers anyway. I remember my dad used to have something similar kicking around, but he didn’t use it much in my memory, because it doesn’t (generally) get that cold in Texas. There have been some New Year’s Eve’s when we’ve been setting off fireworks, though…

Bonus #2: Here’s a bit of a time capsule for you. It could also fall under “Travel Thursday”, but I’m not putting it there for two reasons. One, this is different.

The “Museum of Automata” in York. Apparently, this was filmed sometime in the 1990s.

Reason number two is that, sadly, from what I’ve found on the Internet, the museum closed quite a while ago.

Bonus #3: I will freely admit, I am posting this one to tweak someone who says “‘Godzilla vs. Kong’ f–king ruled!” (My own personal opinion: the monster fight scenes were pretty good. Unfortunately, there was an excess of humans and human interaction in the movie, and I really didn’t like any of the humans. The kaiju film that would “f–king rule” for me would be the monster equivalent of “The Raid: Redemption”: maybe two minutes of introductory setup, two minutes of epilogue, and 116 minutes of giant monsters fighting.)

Anyway, C.W. Lemoine ruins the first fight scene from “Godzilla vs. Kong”.

To be honest, I thought the movie looked a lot better on the screen at the Alamo than it does in this video. Also, to be fair, it is just a TV show movie: I should really just relax.

Edited to add 4/20: Hand to God, I had no idea Lawrence was even working on this, much less planning to post it today.

Bonus #4: I see a lot of folks talking about minimizing their lifestyle, and stripping away almost everything to the point where they can live almost completely out of a van. (I see very few of these folks who have toilets in their vans: apparently, when they need a bathroom, they find one at a gym, gas station, store, or other place of public accommodation. But I digress.)

Have you ever listened to these folks talk, or read any of their praises for van life, and asked yourself, “Self, what do these people do when it is -20 degrees? -20 Communist Centigrade degrees, too, not -4 American Fahrenheit degrees.” (See, by converting from Centigrade to Fahrenheit, you’ve already made yourself feel warmer. If you go a step beyond and convert to 455 degrees Rankine, you’ll probably give yourself heat stroke.)

Well, here you go.

Bonus #5: Okay, I know I’m posting a lot of stuff today. Consider this a present on my birthday to you, my loyal readers.

Have you ever asked yourself, while stoned on your couch, “Self, what ever happened to all those paintings Bob Ross painted?”

I’m going to guess: probably not, because I don’t think most of you are stoners. But just in case, the NYT (who probably are a bunch of stoners, judging from some of the crazy (stuff) they publish these days) investigated. Here’s what they found.

Obit watch: April 20, 2021.

Tuesday, April 20th, 2021

For the historical record, and because Lawrence has already posted: Walter Mondale. WP.

NYT obit for Richard Rush.

“What you gonna do when you get out of jail?…” part 384

Monday, April 19th, 2021

Military History Monday!

This is a little shorter than I usually do for MHM, but it is also higher quality, and I thought it was kind of interesting: “Russian Undersea Cable Recon”. I’ve heard a fair amount about US undersea cable recon, but very little about the other side’s activities.

Bonus: since that was short, I’m going to share something a little longer that I’ve been holding in reserve: “The Science Of Spying”.

This documentary presents an account of Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) activities that had previously been covert, including activities in Iran, Guatemala, Cuba, Congo, Vietnam and Laos. The film includes interviews with CIA director Allen Dulles and Dick Bissel.

This dates to 1965, and is narrated by John Chancellor.