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The following is something my lovely wife of 45 years asked me to post and I wholeheartedly support. ============= An open letter to Elon Musk.@elonmusk Dear Mr Harriman. I know you understand the reference I just made. I was 10 or 11 when I first read The Man Who Sold the Moon, and it's companion short Requiem, by Robert A Heinlein, or as I like to think of him Admiral Dad. I will never travel to Mars, I am too old. I will never be able contribute to Space X beyond buying merch. But, I am going to ask you to please build a Requiem memorial on Mars. I'm sure there are millions of people like me, who gazed up at the stars and dared to dream and envision a future everyone told them was impossible. I know you are one of those stargazers. Ashes of the dreamers could be placed at the memorial, just something the size of a tylenol capsule. For all those who never got a chance to make the trip. Thank you for opening a door to the stars. Requiem by Robert Lewis Stevenson Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill. Wife of Outis

Happy Birthday to the United States Marine Corp.

Okay everybody, it seems like I need to repeat the phone rules. Ever since I applied for a mortgage, I have been inundated with spam calls. Mostly from California, where I no longer live. So here are the rules once again. 1) If my phone does not know you, I will not pick up. You can leave a message. Everyone I know, is in my contact list. This means if you call and my phone does not recognize your number, you are a stranger and MUST leave a message. 2) If you call, I do not pick up and you do NOT leave a message, I will assume you are a spam call and not talk to you. 3) I know more and more customer service departments are going all in on AI, but it does not work. It has never solved an issue I have had, and it is frustrating to keep yelling "Agent" or "Representative" into the phone. Stop wasting my time. Your use of an AI phone agent tells me you really do not give a damn about me as a customer anyway. 4) If you are deploying AI sales agents in cold calls, go fuck yourself. It is very insulting that you want my money but do not have the decency to talk to me yourself and treat me like a human being. I do not return calls from robots, especially robots I do not know. 5) If you are calling from California, stop it. I left. I am not eligible for whatever scheme or special offer you are trying to "inform me of". The only people in California I want to talk to are family members whose numbers are in my contact list. Thank you for your attention to this matter.

So rumor has it that some guy named Bruce ordered one of the new Roadsters. (These images were made by Grok at my request)

I gotta admit something. I think that song is about him too.

What is wrong with UPS? You have to fight tooth and nail just to talk to a real live person, and then they tell you your address is "not in their system" Granted, it is a new address, only established by the 911 system back in July. But the Post Office can find us, Walmart, Amazon and Fed Ex can find us. Fed Ex did have problems at first, but were so much easier to talk to and they fixed it right away. So, what is the problem UPS?

Personal Note: My hand is sore. Yesterday, we closed on our dream home. There is a TON of papers to sign, took us 2 1/2 hours. I've never owned a home before, so this is a big deal for me and my wife. I retired at the end of April and came out to Texas from California, where I could afford something decent. It's 1920 square feet, on 3/4 acres just outside of town. It's a manufactured home, double wide, but it is all we need and then some. Now we got a ton of work to do, getting all those things that the landlord used to provide, like towel racks. We also got to move all our stuff in, and get some new stuff to replace the junk we threw out before we left. We had found our dream home, but someone put a bid down before we could. But, the developer was able to get us the same model, in colors and with options that we wanted. So we are very happy. Tired and sore, but happy.

#Amalgaverse Personal Log Crewman Outis 22 September 2026 So I got to meet Leonard McCoy. After Doctor Frasier gave me a physical, using one of McCoy's salt shakers and listening to my story, her and Doctor McCoy consulted with each other. Neither could find a physical cause for my complaint. I am pretty sure Doctor McCoy wanted to lock me up, but after geeking out over meeting him, I was able to convince him that despite being crazy, I can do the job assigned to me. I checked the watch bill, and found out my assigned post and when my watch began. Other than a short nap, spent the time going through the tech manuals to learn my job. Thankfully, my previous experience as a Navy Nuke helped a lot, despite the long time since it happened. Fortunately for me, while fusion and fission are completely different processes, enough of my ancient training turned out to be useful for my watch station, on one of the auxiliary fusion plants on Deck 24. Another lucky break came in a quiet, late night watch. Yeah I know, you're in space and night is a vestigial mode of time measurement based on solar cycles. It's not applicable out in the Black. But starships are run by humans and humans try to keep a day and night cycle for most of the crew. Things are more quiet at night, and that gave me time to study what the hell I am doing, and what technology I am dealing with. Toward the end of my watch, Lt. Commander Scott invaded my watch station and caught me taking log readings on the starboard fusion auxiliary power unit. I was startled at first, then snapped a salute. "Belay that Laddie, what the 'ell ya doing?" "Taking log readings, Sir!" I yelled a bit too loudly. Mister Scott looked at me with a rather worried expression. "Sorry Sir, just, uh.. I was not expecting any company on midwatches." "Ye act like ye never stood a watch before." "It's been a while. Sir. Uh, sorry about earlier." "Doctor cleared ye fer duty?" "Aye Sir, I can do my job, despite the insanity" This did not assure the Mister Scott as I intended. But I was able to demonstrate sufficient knowledge of my watch station to apparently satisfy Mister Scott. And having a PADD open to a technical article on energy recovery from a fusion plant seemed to help assure him. He left me to my watch, and I subsequently kicked myself for being such a doofus in front of person that I had admired, despite being fictious. After watch, I had some difficulty finding the mess decks, but finally did. The replicators made me a breakfast of bacon and eggs, with a large glass of milk. I ate by myself, observing the other crew members quietly. After breakfast, I had to hunt down my quarters as the Enterprise is a bloody huge ship and very easy to get lost. Once inside, I turned on the computer and continue reading up on what my job was and the technology I was dealing with. After figuring out the computer settings, was able to set an alarm to wake me up before my next watch. Maybe tomorrow, I'll wake up back home. But until then, I figure if you are dreaming that you are a butterfly, be a butterfly.

#Amalgaverse Personal Log Crewman Outis 21 September 2026. Okay this is all going to sound weird, so bear with me. Around lunch time, the wife asked me to check out her computer, it was getting slow and locking up occasionally. I was able to determine that a big chunk of her problem was memory, that her hard drive had accumulated so many small data files that it was affecting her performance. Many of which were from websites she had not used in years. But which ones to get rid of and which ones would she need to keep. After deleting many such cookies and defragging the drive, I was working on the last few ones, when something very weird happen. A bright blinding flash of light. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up, it was not my my living room. The surrounding were strangely familiar, but confusing. "I must be having a stroke" Dang. I got up and exited the nice curved room through the door and found myself in a hallway, sweeping around. The room I came out of was only a small portion of a much larger building. I found the elevators, the doors opened automatically for me and I went in, but the controls made no sense. After what seemed an eternity, the doors parted and someone else came into the elevator and spoke a single word. "Engineering". The elevator moved. The stranger looked at me, and I nodded back and smiled in what I hoped was a friendly manner. The doors opened and after we both exited, then I recognized where I was. A tall glowing cylinder stood at the far end of a space, filled with flat panel displays, the control were incomprehensible Okudaglyphs. Around a corner, Commander Montgomery Scott appeared. He looked at me "What the devil you doin' down here in yer civies? Yer not due on watch for 'ours" I could but just blink like an idiot, slowly trying to work out how I got on the Enterprise D and why Scotty was yelling at me. "Cat got yer tongue?" "I think I am having a stroke" I mumbled. Scotty's look went from annoyance to concern. "You okay laddie?" "I really don't know." "Ye best see the doctor and get checked out." I stared at him for a few moments more. "That's an order!" I retreated back to the elevator, or turbolift. "Uh... sickbay please" and the turbolift car zoomed away, deep in the bowels of the ship. After a few seconds, the door opened up again and I stepped out. What was Scotty doing on the Enterprise D? This has to be a stroke, and I am in "Coma town" like that old Venture Brother's episode. The story of the Chinese philosopher and his butterfly dreams came to mind. I wonder if he had a stroke. If Scotty was in the Engine room, then I should be seeing... Nope it was Doctor Frasier. From a completely different and later television show. "Why are you in your civilian clothes?" she asked "You are not going to believe this, Doc."

#Amalgaverse So I got Grok's help and made this for the Amalgaverse, based on my profile picture.

So, all this Gavin Newsom news made me want to create this, with Grok's help obviously

Hey @elonmusk Why didn't you think of this? It would drastically reduce the weight and fuel requirements for Starship 😏😉🤣

I want to state for the record, this is an attempt at a humorous statement, and not meant as an actual wish nor prayer. "I really wish the Good Lord would hurry and finish teaching me about patience"

Hey @ATT, your customer service is terrible. Your automatic voice routing system is very limited in what it can do, and when you finally get a human agent, they are just about as worthless and unable to fix any simple problems as the automatic system. It tells me you don't give a damn about your customer base. And then after spending 3 hours trying to resolve the issue, I get this e-mail saying what a "pleasure to help you today". You did NOT help, and the pleasure was ALL yours. For me it was a frustrating waste of time. Of course responding to the e-mail you sent is not allowed because you obviously do not care to hear or help your customers. In the 1967 movie "The President's Analyst", spoiler alert, the big bad guy in the film is the phone company. Everyone hated the phone company then. In the almost 60 years since that movie came out, while the technology has changed, your attitude toward your customers has not.