I’m With Margaret
Oh, Shit…
365 Days Of UNF: November 1st
Why Am I Just Learning About This NOW?!
Not Soon Enough
One Last Hurrah For The Holiday
But If You Stare Into A Mirror And Utter His Name Three Times Will The Files Appear?
Worth Every Minute
Thanks to Workmen & Rednecks for posting this!
Released 48 Years Ago Today
As Is My Halloween Tradition
Posted every year, just because.
Happy Halloween!
365 Days Of UNF: October 31st
Hey Mom! I Didn’t Destroy It!
Last year I bought a vintage AM/FM tuner that matched my Yamaha amplifier. Seller of course said everything was working fine, and indeed it was—if you kept it turned on 24/7. Otherwise if you turned it off it would forget all it’s settings and memorized stations. Irritating, to say the least.
Now listen, Phoenix is a radio wasteland bearing little resemblance to the smorgasbord it was in the 70s and 80s (as I suppose most locations are these days). Still, I like to have a tuner around for the classical and the NPR/Jazz station. Six months ago the NPR/Jazz station announced they were dropping the Jazz altogether in favor or talking/babbling heads 24/7. They’d already cut back on the music to three nights a week from 8 pm to midnight, so this didn’t come as a compete shock…and they did still offer Jazz 24/7 on their HD2 station. (I can receive this in my car, thankfully.)
Apparently all Yamaha tuners of the period (mid 80s) have developed an issue with the “super capacitor” that keeps power trickling to the memory chip that retains all the settings when the unit is turned off. From what I read, swapping it out with a new one was a fairly simple procedure, but based on my track record of working with electronics—not to mention the amount of disassembly required to get to it and unsolder the thing from the back of the circuit board—it wasn’t something I was in any rush to tackle. So I disconnected it from the system altogether and put it away in a closet.
Well, bored out of my mind, I pulled it back out a couple days ago and did a run through of the disassembly and realized it wasn’t all that bad. So I ordered the necessary capacitor (actually two different physical designs to guarantee proper fit since the original was no longer readily available).

The new caps arrived today and after doing a test fit to make sure the legs lined up with the holes in the board, I desoldered the old one and soldered the new cap in place.

I put everything back together to a degree that I could test it, plugged it in, turned it on, and…no puff of smoke! Success! Everything seemed to work, and it was actually retaining stored stations again if you turned if off.
My only disappointment is that radio reception itself in this house is horrific and the standard wire ribbon antenna has never cut it…so I’m still a little disappointed. But I’m ecstatic that I fixed it.
But wait! There’s more to this story. Now that it’s working I’m actually going to turn around and sell it.
Why? Because I found a beauty—while a year or two older than my amp—that complements its design wonderfully. It’s old school with a motorized analog dial and while it has the option to store 5 stations in a memory chip on board, it’s got a battery backup (hard to tell from the pictures I’ve found, but apparently just a standard double-A cell) that will store the info for up to two months if the unit is unplugged.
I spotted it on eBay the other day, but got sniped in the last fifteen seconds by another bidder who was willing to pay way more than I was. But wouldn’t you know, I found another unit on Reverb for less than my maximum bid on the eBay unit. I turned around and then offered the seller $25 less than that and he took the offer and threw in free shipping. It should be here next week.
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It Should Have Ended Then And There
Released 46 Years Ago Today
Stevie Wonder: Journey Through The Secret Life Of Plants (1979)
When you first took this album out of its shrink-wrap it smelled like orchids.
365 Days Of UNF: October 30th
Memories Of Lunchtime At The Shaklee Building in the 90s…
Midweek Tiedrich
here’s a fun thought experiment. what you do you imagine would happen if you took a deteriorating dotard in poor health and cognitive decline, flew him to the other side of the world and subjected him to a series of high-stakes meetings and ceremonies?
actually, you don’t have to imagine. just watch this befuddled old dipshit wander dazedly during a ceremony in Tokyo.
that’s just embarrassing. the squirrel inside Donny’s head gets repeatedly distracted by some shiny object, and Japan’s Prime Minister Sanae Takaichi has to keep taking him by the hand and guiding him to where he’s supposed to go.
does Donny seem drugged to you? is he on something? this is our diminished president, folks.
naturally, after this video went viral, the White House shit roofing nails and accused the person who posted it of deceptive editing.
“Why didn’t you share the full video, dumbass?” the official White House Rapid Response 47 account replied to X user Acyn, along with a longer version of the event.
Yet their video showed Takaichi doing more guiding of Trump.
hang on, White House Rapid Response, we can do better than ‘sharing the full video.’ we can show you a longer clip from a different angle, and holy fuckballs, Batman — it’s worse.
(sorry for the Curb Your Enthusiasm theme music, folks. this was the only clip I could find online.)
Christ on a corn cob, Sundowning Grandpa Befuddlepants hasn’t the slightest clue what planet he’s on. seriously, subjecting this goofus to days of events halfway around the world is just elder abuse at this point.
Preznit Fuckwit should be enjoying a pudding cup in some assisted living facility, not representing our country on the world stage.
do you know why the White House immediately cried ‘deceptive video’? because, as always with these shitweasels, every accusation is a confession.
in June of 2024, Joe Biden attended a G7 meeting in Italy. the Republican National Committee’s official twitter account posted this clip of the G7 leaders taking in a skydiving exhibition.
reporter: “did you get an MRI?”
Donny: “I did, I got an MRI. it was perfect. I mean, I gave you— I gave you the full results. we had an MR— an MRI, and uh, the machine, the whole thing. and it was perfect.”
oh, it was perfect, was it? were the doctors big and strong? did they have tears in their eyes as they went ‘sir! sir! no one has ever had such a perfect brain. how do you do it? sir!’
here’s why this should have been front-page news: MRIs are never ever part of a routine checkup. you’re only given one if doctors think something is seriously wrong with you.
but don’t just take my word for it. let’s hear from an actual doctor — Dr. Jonathan Reiner, who was Dick Cheney’s cardiologist and is currently a professor at George Washington University.
Dr. Jon, is an MRI ever part of a routine checkup?
Reiner told CNN that an MRI is never part of a routine check-up.
“An MRI is never part of a routine evaluation, whether you’re president of the United States or whether you’re just a civilian,” he said.
oh. huh. tell us more, doc.
Dr. Jonathan Reiner told CNN there is a laundry list of reasons Trump’s doctors may have requested a scan, and that he believes the White House owes it to the public to say what that reason was.
“Typically, they’re prompted by symptoms,” Reiner said of MRIs. “They can be neurologic symptoms that prompt an MRI.”
now let’s listen to the other alarming thing that Preznit Neurologic Symptoms blithered about on that plane.
what we see in this clip is pretty fucking alarming — because holy shit, it appears to show Sleepy Brandon wandering off and giving a thumbs-up to nobody — and needing to be fetched back to reality by Italian Prime Minister Giorgia Meloni.
if your ‘I’ll bet that was deceptively edited’ alarm just went off, congratulations — because what the uncropped video showed was Joe Biden turning to talk to the parachutists.
nonetheless, the press had a field day with the RNC’s edited video.
and we all got treated to one more news cycle of Joe Biden is old and icky and smells bad and is probably already dead and is too demented to know it.
fuck these lying Republican fucks, and fuck the worthless scribblers of the corporate-controlled media for falling for this shit over and over.
Republicans had to fake ‘evidence’ of Joe’s ‘impairment’ — but nobody has to fake anything about Donny Convict’s obvious decline. all you have to do is open your eyes and look.
hey Jake Tapper, any comment on the fact that Donny couldn’t walk from one end of a room to the other without getting lost?
I thought so.
meanwhile, during a yammer session with reporters aboard Fuckface Force One, President Yap Yap made a confession that should have been the top story on every channel, but of course wasn’t: that he’d undergone an MRI during his so-called ‘routine medical checkup’ at Walter Reed a couple of weeks ago.
reporter: “did you get an MRI?”
Donny: “I did, I got an MRI. it was perfect. I mean, I gave you— I gave you the full results. we had an MR— an MRI, and uh, the machine, the whole thing. and it was perfect.”
oh, it was perfect, was it? were the doctors big and strong? did they have tears in their eyes as they went ‘sir! sir! no one has ever had such a perfect brain. how do you do it? sir!’
here’s why this should have been front-page news: MRIs are never ever part of a routine checkup. you’re only given one if doctors think something is seriously wrong with you.
but don’t just take my word for it. let’s hear from an actual doctor — Dr. Jonathan Reiner, who was Dick Cheney’s cardiologist and is currently a professor at George Washington University.
Dr. Jon, is an MRI ever part of a routine checkup?
Reiner told CNN that an MRI is never part of a routine check-up.
“An MRI is never part of a routine evaluation, whether you’re president of the United States or whether you’re just a civilian,” he said.
oh. huh. tell us more, doc.
Dr. Jonathan Reiner told CNN there is a laundry list of reasons Trump’s doctors may have requested a scan, and that he believes the White House owes it to the public to say what that reason was.
“Typically, they’re prompted by symptoms,” Reiner said of MRIs. “They can be neurologic symptoms that prompt an MRI.”
now let’s listen to the other alarming thing that Preznit Neurologic Symptoms blithered about on that plane.
“they have Jasmine Crockett, a low-IQ person. they have, uhhhh— AOC, she’s low-IQ. you give her a— an IQ test— have her pass, like, the exams that I decided to take when I was at Walter Reed. those are very hard, uh, they’re really aptitude tests, I guess, in a certain way, but they’re cognitive tests. let AOC go against Trump. let Jasmine go against Trump. I don’t think g— Jasmine— the first couple of questions are easy. a tiger, an elephant, a giraffe. when you get up to five or six and then when you get up to twenty and twenty-five— they couldn’t come close to answering any of those questions.”
for fuck’s sake, Donny. for the hundredth time, the Montreal Cognitive Assessment is not an IQ test, or an aptitude test. it’s a test of whether or not your brain is leaking out of your ears.
twenty percent of the test is literally pointing at a drawing of a camel.
do you know why they ask you to draw a clock? because if you’re demented, you can’t do it.
as with the MRI, they don’t administer the Montreal Cognitive Assessment as part of any routine check up. Donny keeps having to take this test because doctors suspect that something is seriously fucked inside his big dumb pumpkin head.
here’s why we should all be alarmed: we now know that when Donny went to Walter Reed, they gave him both an MRI and a cognitive test. you know who gets those two tests together? stroke victims, that’s who.
all the evidence points to Donny having had a recent stroke — and the White House is covering that up. add to that the cankles, and the rotting hand, and fact that Donny couldn’t walk from one end of a room to the other without help. the only logical conclusion one can reach is that Donny is unfit for office.
and, as always, the White House won’t tell us shit. everything — EVERY FUCKING THING — is being covered up.
how about that, Jake Tapper. anything to say?
by the way, I have a theory about why Donny keeps yammering about how Crockett or AOC couldn’t pass the Montreal Cognitive Assessment. remember: with Donny, every accusation is a confession.
President Pudding Cup failed the fucking thing, didn’t he. they asked him to remember five random words, and he couldn’t. his drawing of a clock looked like a monkey fucking a coconut. he failed, and he knows it, and that why he has to keep talking about how hard it is — to convince himself that nobody could have passed it.
and, as always, none of this is normal — and all of it is embarrassing.
oh, and have I mentioned lately that AOC is a national treasure?
this is going to be my closing message for the foreseeable future:
practice self-care. do what you need to do to keep sane. if that means you need to disengage with my daily posts for a while, I get it. this community of ours will still be here when you return.
to all the people who have signed on in the days since the election, welcome aboard. settle in as we all try to deal with the shitfuckery that’s ahead of us.
we are all in this together, and we are all here for each other.
Released 41 Years Ago Today
Frankie Goes to Hollywood: Welcome to the Pleasuredome (1984)














































































