#machinelearning #fail

Audio (MP3): 20171017 - There's a gentleman we'll call Gary

So we all know that our phones are a huge part of our lives. We take them pretty much every where. They say that they’re generally the first thing we look at in the morning and the last thing we look at before going to sleep.

However, I’ve came across a situation where another’s phone usage has me bepuzzled and I wanted to get the worldly consensus. Yes, I realize that virtually all people will be looking at this post on their phones, and yes, that may skew the results but I acknowledge this and will persist.

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Me to the other commuter: ya, I’m checking myself out in my rearview. What of it? 💋

#trafficnews

‘Trailer Park Boys’ Star John Dunsworth Dies at 71

John Dunsworth has died at age 71.

The Trailer Park Boys star, who played Jim Lahey on the show and is also known for his work on the Syfy series Haven, died after suffering an unknown illness, his daughter and co-star, Sarah, announced in a statement via social media on Monday.

“With heavy and broken hearts the family of John F. Dunsworth would like to let people know that our amazing husband, father and grandfather John Dunsworth has passed away,” the family statement read. “John left this world peacefully after a short and unexpected illness. The family would like to request that our privacy is respected in our time of grief.”

#rip #trailerparkboys

🙄 #photos #cats

Five minutes after getting home and I’m her bed.

#photos #cats

This is what happens when you reply to spam email

Suspicious emails: unclaimed insurance bonds, diamond-encrusted safe deposit boxes, close friends marooned in a foreign country. They pop up in our inboxes, and standard procedure is to delete on sight. But what happens when you reply? Follow along as writer and comedian James Veitch narrates a hilarious, weeks-long exchange with a spammer who offered to cut him in on a hot deal.

#email #spam

Audio (MP3): 20171016 - Making perfect plans

Sometimes I’m gonna do something.

I plan it out in my head and think, “This is perfect. This lines up here and that lines up there.”

And then I don’t do it.

And then the next morning I think, “I’m glad I didn’t do that.”

#confessional #diariespodcast

Apparently I’ve been banned from the What’s Happening in Geneva Facebook group.

It may have been because I questioned whether or not an Admin’s post actually happened in Geneva (my inquiry was subsequently deleted). Maybe it was because my best post there garnered over 150 likes while said Admin’s post got 4.

It also may have been because I let the group know that the latest issue of my magazine was now available in Geneva:

Some of you Geneva folk may know that I put out a monthly magazine of things I write and photos I take around the Fox Valley. It’s filled with pretty much the kinda thing you’d expect from me.

This month’s cover photo was taken right outside the Portillo’s by Super Target on the east side. That’s St. Charles turf but whatever. The hydrant flushing piece you all know and love is even in there!

Anyways, at this very moment I’m in the Starbucks on State in Geneva and have a few copies of the magazine with me. If you want one, I’ll be here until about 7:15 or 7:20pm.

Yes, you can buy single issues and subscribe for a full year if you’re into that kinda thing.

tcrbang.com/diaries

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Maybe since I don’t have a true brick and mortar store I was crossing the line. Maybe since one of the Admins is a publisher for Fox Valley Magazine, I was competing with and/or threatening him.

Who knows. Who cares. My life will go on after the group just as it most certainly went on before it. 😉

#facebook #diariesmagazine

Audio (MP3): 20171015 - 3:52 pm on a Sunday afternoon

After Maggie goes to her mom’s for the day I’m always taken back by how quiet it is.

After I get home from the errands and the store and have put away the groceries. Shut off the podcast and brought a load of laundry upstairs.

I noticeably hear nothing while putting clean towels away in the bathroom. No TVs talking down in the family room. No cups filling in the kitchen. No movement on beds in the bedrooms. No dresser handles clinking. Nothing but the sounds I, myself, am making.

The black plywood creeks as I walk into my bedroom. The house is so quiet the only thing I hear when I pause is the clock flipping the minutes.

Not long ago there were four of us and three cats. Now there’s just me and two cats. And my phone.

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