Sometimes, there are Decent Advertisements

Well wadayaknow? Honest advertising works. Even a broke-ass clock is correct twice a day. Unless said clock’s hands are literally broken off. Then I suppose it’s never correct.

Ya’ll know I hate advertisements. I’m not against them. I mean, someone’s got to pay the bill for Facebook, right? But if I had my ‘d’rathers, I’d absolutely choose to get rid of them if I knew I could also keep the service I was after.

It’s rare, but one advertisement got me today. NAPA. You know, the auto parts store? I change my own oil, because a penny saved is a whisky drank, or something like that. As I was scrolling through my Facebook feed today I noticed an add for NAPA motor oil. The price was showing in the ad, and much like the good lord looking over all that he had created, “It was good.” Not to mention, it was fully synthetic oil. I did a quick search of the web site, fully expecting to not get that price for my oil, but nope. There it was. 5w20. 5 quarts for $18.99. Wait, the Hemi sucks in 7 quarts. Then there’s the Kia. It takes a meager 3.5 quarts. Let me just look at the price of the quart bottles. Holy shit, $3.59. Wait a minute. <does some quick math in his head> It would actually be cheaper to buy it by the quart, by about a dollar per 5. I dumped 11 quarts into my checkout cart.

Great, now to setup my account. I’ve never shopped at NAPA online before. Use my address, new password, sure I’ll sign up for emails and texts. And what? Some reward program? No thanks. I had just heard some story on NPR about what data these reward programs are selling.

Now I can go checkout and pay. But wait! The website knows, by my phone number presumably, that I had bought something before, and would I like to link that rewards program to this new account? Sure. Why not. Not only did I get the discounted oil but they applied my $5 credit from the previous reward program. That made the deal sweeter than the deals at that car place on Alameda. That $5 dollars totally ate the cost of taxes *and* some. So yeah. Sometimes the ads do work. Pay online. Pick up in store. Gotta love it.

Watch This…

Islander wrist watch with green dial stainless steel band with the time set at 6:22, Thursday, the 23rd, sitting on top of a Hawaiian shirt fabric. Fabric is green back ground with a palm tree and two tropical birds. A blue bird to the left of the watch and a red bird on the right.

Orient Blog talking about their first digital watch. I remember that. My paternal grandfather, known to us as Grandpa Basil, had one. I remember seeing him wearing it. Placing it on the shelf. I’d touch it to turn on the display. Had to be a major battery hog as that tech had not gained the efficiency of today’s battery sippin watches.

By the time I was in my teens, digital watches were produced by the millions and sold for $5 at your local grocery stores at the time. These watches had little light bulbs that turned on at the push of a button. I wonder how much longer my batteries would have lasted had I not turned that light on every 5 minutes I was awake at night in the dark.

I have a penchant for mechanical watches. This is why I have yet to get into the whole smart watch thing. Old me? Pre-2000 me? I would’ve been all over that shit. Early adopter of old PDAs (Personal Digital Assistants, some are old enough to remember that revolution). Apple Newton. REX. Palm Pilot. Palm III. Palm V. Palm LifeDrive. Dell Axiom. I had them all. 3rd Person in line for the original iPhone. Even that Casio watch databank/calculator. I was addicted to tech, and deep into computers, of which, I had them all. Mac (both pre and post X). Linux. Windows NT. IBM’s OS/2. Windows 2000. Remember the early days of the Computer Shopper magazine? The big one. 2 inches thick. I can still smell it. Holy shit that made me hard. Going through that thing. Piecing together systems. Proudly seeing my BBS listed in there. Getting a major discount from U.S. Robotics if you used and advertised that shiny Sportster on your BBS. Quite the nerd, I was.

These days I don’t even have a computer I use for personal use. I consider myself fortunate that way. That spot was relegated by my iPad Mini many years ago, currently held by an iPad Air. Personally, my needs are very small. Email. Browsing. Reading. Writing. Planning our camping trips, which really falls under the “Browsing” category. The majority of these needs can be met on my phone now.

Post 2000 me developed a greater love for regular old wrist watches. A couple contain quartz movements. Movado Museum Watch SE. Seiko Coutura Solar. My real love is mechanical movement watches. Auto. Wind. It doesn’t matter to me.

The watch company that truly stole my heart is Orient and Orient Star. Orient Star is to Orient what Grand Seiko is to Seiko. Orient is the small sibling to Seiko. Their parent company is Epson. Orient focuses on boutique watches and from what I’ve seen, things that get truly noticed and loved about Orient usually end up on Seiko watches.

My favorite is the Grand Seiko Heritage Spring Drive. A conjoined movement of quartz and mechanical. In sum, it operates off a spring. But instead of that spring “tick tocking” that escape, or balance wheel, the Spring Drive moves that wheel in one direction only. This is what gives that second hand a smooth flow without any ticks or tocks. When that regular watch wheels goes back and forth providing the sweep of the second hand, it is allowing that spring to slowly unwind. But you want it to unwind in a controlled enough manner that it can do it in a steady release, keeping time. On the Spring Drive, there is this mini alternator that the wheel turns to produce an electric charge that then powers a quartz for the purpose of providing a calibrating frequency. This frequency is then compared to the frequency of the mechanical wheel by putting on the the breaks – literally slowing down the wheel, forcing it to keep perfect time at least when measured in short durations like months. Regular mechanical watches – good watches – that keep good time are measured in +/- 5-15 seconds per day.

That is the beauty of the Spring Drive. It keeps perfect time. I set it to the second based off the time on my phone, which is then kept in time itself through the servers. These servers are kept in time by the atomic clock in Colorado. A month later, the second hand of the Grand Seiko is still in perfect sync with the “second hand” on the small clock of my phone display.

This is why I can’t have nice things, like an Apple Watch. I have too many other watches that I love to wear and complement my Hawaiian  shirts. Like today’s shirt/watch combo – a  custom Islander watch with a Seiko NH36 movement inside, which is really just an unbranded version of Seiko’s 4R36. That’s the same movement inside my latest Seiko field watch, the SRPG33.

BasilWeb’s 20th Anniversary Year

Not to be confused with Walt’s Corner, which was started in 2005 and was maintained at that time with iWeb (the fuck is that?). Walt’s Corner lives on BasilWeb.

BasilWeb began in 2003. I was in the process of transitioning out of the army. One of the courses told us to make sure we had a professional email address. Not something that could possibly be a turn-off to hiring authorities. Hey – I’m looking for a job. Please send your application to eat-me@gmail.com.

Email addresses being typically assigned by your Internet Service Provider (ISP), had the potential to no longer be valid should I choose to use another ISP. That left me the usual, gmail or hotmail. I hated to depend on those because they are free. And you know what free means. If any services are free, then you are the product. I decided to open my own domain and settled on basilweb.net. That gave me my own email server and I’ve had the same email address for 20 years this year. My shortened first name at last name web dot net.

To celebrate this personal small anniversary, I had a Zippo engraved. Antique brass finish with the Tree of Life (not to be confused with the Tree of Life – yet another object the Judeo-Christian culture has appropriated for its own uses) engraved on the front, my engraving on the back.

Just a Haircut Please

My usual spot for a cut is Regular Joe’s. Unless I peek my head in and see a roomful of customers waiting; then it’s Yes We Do. They ask for my phone number and know exactly how I want it. There are currently 2 people there that I prefer just because they are the ones who usually cut my hair and know my eccentricities.

Today went down differently. For those who don’t know me, I don’t like different. Some new dude is there. Obviously new. And shadowing another stylist. Not good. He’s the one who calls me up. Fine. I ask if he’s any good with scissor, because I don’t like the clippers. Claims he is. He asks, “How would you like your hair done, boss?” I reply, “Same as always,” and proceed to explain, as I’m sure it’s written down on the slip of paper that has my name on it. That’s how Regular Joe’s works. So you don’t have to explain what you want on each and every visit.

Right off the bat, he turns into Machine Gun Inquisitor. How’s your day so far? What are your plans for today? Plans for the Super Bowl? Where are you from? How long have you been in El Paso? What brought you to El Paso? Why did you stay in El Paso? You didn’t like Orlando?

I give short, courteous, to the point answers. Good. This. Might watch it – who is playing? Orlando. Since 1996. The Army. I like it. No. Jesus H. Christ, what is this? The Spanish Inquisition? Can’t a mufucka just get a haircut in peace?

Those last three sentences were in my head. At least I think/hope. What I did say was “No more conversation please,” to which he responded, “What?” I repeated myself, “No more conversation please.” To his credit, the only other words from his mouth were relevant to my haircut.  He finished my hair. Pretty good job at it, too. Gave me my shampoo, I paid, left him my customary $10 tip and left. Headed back to my cigar lounge to roast another pound of coffee, sip some whiskey, smoke a cigar, and memorialize this interaction on Walt’s Corner.

I’m an introvert. Living through the pandemic forced others to live my life. The difference is, I choose this life. I enjoy this life. Interacting with humans is exhausting. The older I get the less I’m willing to put up with unnecessary conversation.

Jeff Strand: Demonic – 5/5

5 out of 5 stars

Strand at the top of his game!

Sit in, buckle up, and grab that “Oh crap” bar, because baby, this is gonna throw you around! Fast paced and hard to put down. This book had me sneaking in small reads here and there throughout the day when I normally don’t do that. Thanks for the adventure, Jeff!

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