- Turns out landlord has been ripping us off on rent an NNN for years to the tune of about $27k; need to figure out how to make that stop and make him leave in such a way that I can buy the building without him selling it to a REIT

- Spent 3 days in Canada which I love; didn't shoot the fireworks again because I don't like being messy and stinky but forgot again that cleaning up the fireworks makes you messy and stinky so I should probably just shoot them

- Weeder broke (boo). It's a cheap part (yay). It's also easy to design and print (yay). But it's tricky (boo). Needed to be iterated seven times to get it to fit (boo). Discovered why I keep insisting that materials science matters; ABS is bullshit and laminated-the-wrong-way ABS is more bullshit (b00). Knuckled down to buy a new weeder for $40 (boo), discovered the old one has a lifetime warranty (yay). Send in my claim, there's a 4-6 week wait (boo). So I may end up with one, two or three weeders depending on how this plays out because I can't wait 4-6 weeks. YOU MIGHT BE AN ENGINEER IF you spend a week off and on iterating a cheap plastic part for a tool with a lifetime warranty

- Been reading Bamford's latest. It has much discussion about NUMEC. My father has many opinions about super-shady super-shit enrichment plants and i hadn't talked to him in a while so I called and asked if he knew anything about it. Not only did he not, he decided to say loudly into the phone "I worked for the supreme organization on the planet where nothing ever went wrong" and got off the phone as quickly as he could because clearly he's figured out the phone's tapped and clearly he thinks I ratted him out to the FBI.

-----let's just pause there and acknowledge the exotic strangeness of that paragraph----

-----because there are other things in Bamford's latest that made me reconsider certain other events of the past seven years that put things in such an absolutely bonkers, absolutely bugshit light that there is

no

fucking

way

even I, the Internet's original over-sharer, will commit to writing------

So I've been dealing with that. I'll probably be dealing with that for the rest of my fucking life. I can't and won't talk about it and it's really fucking tough because my wife is compassionate, empathetic, sensitive and kind but the bugshittery is so bugshit that it doesn't even register with her and it took two fucking days of contemplation just to figure out my obligation to society. I think my past actions have me in the clear, all obligations fulfilled?

But I'm going to have to do a lot of drinking before I'm entirely okay.