We’re back! Bond and Solitaire on the Phantom to FL. Pullman Porter ally, voodoo threat slipped under door means Mr Big has a mook on board. B&S slip off train in wee hours in Jacksonville, disgusting roadside breakfast, rent car, meet a surprised Leiter in St Pete. First major setbacks. No spoilers, but “He disagreed with something that ate him”, even if Eon didn’t use it until License to Kill film. Bond gets some revenge, learns more about pirate gold operation, alone, flies to Jamaica.

Hot day in the Bay Area. Time for naked tech support! My bedside laptop reading rig needed redoing after the move. Finding all the parts took the last two weeks, and then Dr Z had to buy me some friction tape. Here's the friction tape installed. Great old tech, smells like rosin. Her's the completed rig, to give you an idea of how it works.

Willie Sutton (1901-1980), the famous bank robber of the early 20thC, was once asked by a news reporter, "Why do you rob banks?"
"Because that's where the money is," Willie answered.
This elegant formulation of sociopathy applies to other situations as well.
To wit: Hollywood sexual exploitation. For example, if you were Harvey, an ugly, nerdy guy obsessed with films, how better to prey on beautiful young women who are desperate to make it in the moves than by becoming a producer?