tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258176972012-02-15T19:05:16.894-10:00The Exodus FilesMonkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comBlogger21161100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-80138351534552243382012-02-14T19:51:00.004-10:002012-02-15T18:43:40.709-10:00

Same ol' shit. Nada to report. Pending tasks are piling up, but I refuse to do anything about the situation. Well, at least I am willing to accept the consequences of my inaction. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!At Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently moved out. He made a big push to move the remaining bulky items last night with the help of a buddy. I heard the ruckus while I was locked

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-14526485943436597072012-02-13T18:47:00.010-10:002012-02-14T18:34:40.860-10:00

Neighbors in Hawai'i Kai were still in shock today after the murder-suicide incident in the normally peaceful 'hood yesterday. An 81-year old former police major shot and killed his wife before turning the gun on himself. I was probably on my way to the gym on the bus from Ala Moana Center at the time.Just last week, the wife had fallen and injured herself at home. She required hospitalization.

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-3422480460442042672012-02-12T19:43:00.003-10:002012-02-13T18:03:36.737-10:00

Last night at 11pm in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I abruptly discovered that Ubuntu® only allows unidirectional file transfers. That's right. I attempted to transfer a file from the portable hard drive to the netbook. Nada. After a couple of bytes of data, the entire process just stops. Oddly, file transfers in the other direction are fine.Needless to say, I couldn't

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-6608839911512879052012-02-11T20:41:00.004-10:002012-02-11T20:44:38.931-10:00

Same ol' shit. My mind is completely "fried," so there's absolutely nothing of value to discuss in the "blog." I will substitute fodder for substance until my mind returns to normal programming. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker backed into Alan's vehicle with the borrowed pickup truck. Joker damaged the left turn signal lens. Alan told me that Joker did not want

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-20707817773625240602012-02-10T20:20:00.002-10:002012-02-11T18:50:46.870-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms officially turned 90 years of age on Wednesday. Otherwise, nada to report. I should briefly mention that there was a message on voicemail from the clinic. My lab test results were negative (i.e., no blood in the stool samples).Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has been diligently moving his belongings. He has made an endless number of trips with a

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-56768654715849047102012-02-09T21:01:00.002-10:002012-02-10T17:53:17.692-10:00

At the library, I completed reading the book, "The Myth of Choice: Personal Responsibility in a World of Limits," by Kent Greenfield. All I can say is that the book is quite fascinating. Recommended? Yes.I am sad to report that my right thigh, specifically the quadriceps, is still giving me problems. I am pretty certain that a pinched nerve is the culprit. No new appointment with the clinic yet.

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-10757075431439797062012-02-08T20:20:00.003-10:002012-02-09T19:03:20.158-10:00

I must admit that I am pleased with Ubuntu®, now that I have reverted to the Gnome® "fallback" desktop. It's a little "rough around the edges," but it functions flawlessly. I have only removed two useless applications so far. Otherwise, the desktop is completely stock. I am not going to waste any time in a feeble attempt at optimization.Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I viewed

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-64160590725482996522012-02-07T20:35:00.002-10:002012-02-07T22:52:37.256-10:00

I neglected to mention that I chatted briefly with the landlord yesterday afternoon at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the nursery is history. There was a falling out, which involved several family members. As it turns out, the nursery was never owned by the landlord's family as I had mistakenly assumed. The nursery was owned by the landlord's cousin. The landlord's mother and the

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-63982047216367867772012-02-06T21:32:00.004-10:002012-02-08T19:22:07.814-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. I was able to make a bootable flash drive with the Ubuntu® operating system at the neighbor's place. I have helped them on numerous occasions with various computer problems.When I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was not eager to begin the installation process on the netbook. I ran Ubuntu® in the "live" mode only to discover that the trackpad was

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-30462005327539330982012-02-05T19:43:00.003-10:002012-02-05T19:50:19.105-10:00

Last night, there was absolutely no one at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) except for the ol' lavahead. He was sequestered away in his squalid room with little else to do but play with his tablet computer. There had been only one hurdy-gurdy video clip downloaded in the past four days, and the latter is stored on the now-defunct netbook doorstop. I did not have the chance to archive it to the

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-72867057033556530882012-02-04T18:56:00.005-10:002012-02-10T19:35:23.967-10:00

Same ol' shit, although sleep eluded me last night. I was "stewing in own juices" over the pathetic netbook. Yes, the cheesy netbook obviously remains "bricked." Honestly, I had to muster up all of my available energy to prevent myself from destroying the netbook with my bare hands yesterday. Just think, I spent $300 on the piece of junk. Now, I can do nothing with it. Foolishly, I never attached

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-75741068071876002722012-02-03T20:22:00.004-10:002012-02-04T18:45:40.282-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I followed the same itinerary, although I purposely did not shop for groceries. I just couldn't stand the thought of purchasing more ready-made chicken from Safeway®. I haven't eaten any chicken dishes for four days now, but that's besides the point. So, what will I eat for dinner during the weekend? I don't know.I had a few other tidbits worthy of mention

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-83747583057646276322012-02-02T19:42:00.001-10:002012-02-02T19:43:54.925-10:00

Same ol' shit. I just keep wasting time like there's no tomorrow. Soon, there will be no tomorrow. Sheesh! Not much getting accomplished either. Agenda items still remain agenda items.Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently begun the process to move out. So, no drama. No games. I do not know the time frame but, from what I can tell, the move will take several days. I am,

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-29010652523685686662012-02-01T19:57:00.004-10:002012-02-02T18:26:59.148-10:00

At the library this morning, I ran into Kevin, the gay homeless guy. He had been gone for at least two months, actually working on a ship. Now, he's back in Hawai'i getting his passport renewed, allegedly to prepare for more work abroad. I'm not sure why he shares a lot of untidy information. Most notable, he mentioned that he loves to drop back alcoholic beverages and smoke "ice" (read:

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-36281603011570071792012-01-31T20:25:00.004-10:002012-02-01T20:04:03.599-10:00

Nada to report. I happened to browse through a book at the library about gold investing. Quite informative, although I am now very uncertain about purchasing gold and taking physical possession of it. Well, I will just have to remain at the mercy of empire, eh?When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I chatted briefly with Kyle. Yes, the end of the month has arrived,

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-23788933542169218662012-01-30T20:29:00.004-10:002012-01-31T19:13:23.272-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. On a hunch, I decided to hand-deliver the returned mail to Diagnostic Laboratory Services early this morning. There's a branch office in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Even at 7:45am, several senior citizens were already waiting. Long story short, the stool samples were still within the wider 14-day deadline. I also discovered that, if I paid the lab bill right then, I

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-18092260010767284832012-01-29T19:25:00.005-10:002012-01-30T19:48:04.687-10:00

Sleep eluded me last night. I was too overcome with anger concerning the fiasco with the empire's beleaguered postal service (USPS). So, when I was standing in line to board the Route 6 bus at Ala Moana Center this morning, I was not in the mood to deal with a scraggly sixty-something fool who cut in front of me. The ensuing conversation:"You in a hurry, buddy? You need to stand in line and wait

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-61229024952904167112012-01-28T19:43:00.003-10:002012-01-28T20:28:00.375-10:00

I was actually enjoying a fairly nice day until I went to check my mail at the Post Office (USPS) after working out at the gym. My mailbox was stuffed with crap mail as usual. However, there was one piece of mail that did not belong in there. I had sent off the small envelope about a week ago. Inside were three stool samples that took me about six days to collect. The time-sensitive samples had

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-71492104721977075022012-01-27T21:18:00.005-10:002012-02-08T20:04:10.081-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I followed the usual routine, although I felt strange all day long. My right thigh is still going numb intermittently. There are also numerous "jolts" occurring along the quadriceps when the nerves come back to life. I have been sleeping better, though, but I'm still way too groggy during the day. My equilibrium has gotten worse, too. Often, I feel as

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-82448700151320098692012-01-26T20:59:00.003-10:002012-01-27T21:13:34.012-10:00

As always, same ol' shit. Same routine. No outing this evening. Should I just put an end to the "blog" already? Well, I know that I should do so, but I keep hanging on like a fool. Why? I don't know. There's nothing to discuss. While I do read the "news" on occasion, I can safely state that I only end up sickened as a result. Obviously, I have no desire to become a social activist. What's the

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-9048554874415882232012-01-25T20:25:00.003-10:002012-01-26T19:02:46.559-10:00

Same ol' shit. Restored extreme monk haircut. No outing this evening. I'll be locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and will spend all evening downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips. Wait a minute! There are only two or three reliable file-sharing sites left. Download speed are extremely slow, although I was able to download seven choice hurdy-gurdy video clips in the past

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-18202911679000766662012-01-24T19:19:00.002-10:002012-01-25T19:55:12.204-10:00

Yesterday, I finally took a hard look in the mirror. I was appalled. The face in the mirror has aged substantially. My hair, while not as gray as my bro, has the definitive look of a senior citizen. The face of stone itself shows signs of erosion and wear. I didn't realize that I looked so old. Oh, the horror!My physique has fared far better. Thanks to my regimen at the gym, I can possibly boast

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-1681628690977975302012-01-23T19:30:00.006-10:002012-01-25T19:52:43.746-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Followed the usual routine. No outing this evening. Apparently, no downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips either. Ho hum.So, the situation with the file sharing sites on the Net has escalated to a major fiasco. Since last night, when I first posted commentary about the latter on the "blog," almost every file-sharing site has shut down or curtailed services

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-8565490667221855902012-01-22T18:50:00.004-10:002012-01-25T19:53:50.330-10:00

I ran into Justin, a former gym trainer, in the public restroom at Ala Moana Center early this morning. He apparently just arrived back in Hawai'i a few days ago to attend the Diploma Mill for another degree. He mysteriously disappeared for several months. As you may recall, Justin was once a student of mine when I was a pseudo-professor there. We discussed the gym and the unbelievable personnel

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-89701458266650073452012-01-21T20:30:00.002-10:002012-01-21T20:33:04.461-10:00

Same ol' shit, just like any other day. I have been deliberately keeping my mind blank for the past few days. I have had no deep thoughts, only superficial bloviations not worthy of mention. Subconsciously, I am probably attempting to keep any new "blog" material to a minimum.When I stepped out of the library to consume my paltry lunch, I sat on one of the filthy stone benches situated along

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-80255834952254124432012-01-20T22:17:00.001-10:002012-01-20T22:17:54.827-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms is doing fine. My bro returned early from work because he was to attend a funeral later in the day. We chatted for about 30 minutes, mostly about his new truck. I could not help but notice that my bro has even more gray hair since the last time I saw him. I am absolutely certain that the cause is stress. My bro takes his job seriously, probably way too seriously for

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-12966781047093730432012-01-19T20:50:00.003-10:002012-01-25T20:15:24.464-10:00

Nothing has changed since yesterday. Same ol' shit. No improvement with the old man ailments. No outing this evening. No progress made concerning the exodus. In fact, very little is being accomplished. No surprise there.Veronica RoseSo, there's nothing else to do but discuss my favorite hurdy-gurdy hotties. Veronica Rose is an "alt" hottie featured on the Burning Angel site. So, if you are

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-73399590334615954182012-01-18T20:06:00.007-10:002012-01-25T20:15:03.954-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. No incidents occurred. No outing this evening. Lack of sleep last night has essentially left me devoid of thought. Zero readership of the "blog" lessens any need for meaningful updates. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!Abella AndersonWell, with nothing else to discuss, I move on to the default topic of my hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) (see catalog). Even without

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-73151575967452286842012-01-17T19:59:00.004-10:002012-01-18T18:46:05.358-10:00

Finally, a return to the same ol' shit. Mundane, but comfortable. No dickheads. No asswipes. My right thigh is still giving me problems. In between episodes of numbness, I now experience a dull pain. Yet, there is no evidence of injury, no swelling, no abrasions, no bruising. I am beginning to wonder whether my nerves are completely shot. Could I be experiencing a serious neurological disorder?

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-69540290807909680412012-01-16T17:51:00.005-10:002012-01-16T18:36:21.294-10:00

My original plan was to drive my truck to Ala Moana Center this morning. In the final countdown, I really wanted to change my mind. However, endless hand-wringing caused me to miss the bus. Actually, I had missed an earlier bus because I was still performing my stretching routine. Holidays are a nightmare for an old loser.The bottom line is that I am getting quite fed up with the marginal

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-73100115901559550772012-01-15T20:05:00.003-10:002012-01-16T09:38:24.578-10:00

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday. Say, I haven't used that phrase in a long time. Since nothing ever changes, I may as well recycle the old rote lines, eh? The highlight of the day was a long perusal of the hottie gym trainer. Baby worked out by herself for an hour since she only attended to one client this morning. Was baby looking mighty fine? Is the sky blue?No outing tonight. Last night

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-63487271154636446362012-01-14T20:51:00.003-10:002012-01-16T09:39:48.500-10:00

The day? Same ol' shit. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the net was miraculously reconnected. So, no outing this evening, thank goodness. By the way, I am still plagued by problems with my right thigh. I have now voluntarily lightened my already wimpy cardio workout at the gym. If I have somehow sustained an injury to the quadriceps, then I must not exacerbate the problem by continuing

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-46618681703179369182012-01-13T19:49:00.004-10:002012-01-16T09:42:38.170-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. A nice visit with moms. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the Net was disconnected once again. So, I had to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening.I was going to embark on a dissertation about the insolvency of nearly all "Western" banks and financial institutions, but

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-72755132965937463842012-01-12T20:55:00.004-10:002012-01-16T09:44:19.922-10:00

Not much new to report. I am still experiencing problems with my right thigh. The numbness still comes and goes. However, there is now a persistent, albeit minor, pain in my quadriceps. I am really wondering whether I sustained an injury unknowingly. Was I sleepwalking at night, perchance? Or, have I gone I senile?So far, there has been no swelling or bruising. So, I suspect that I may have

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-1556958896121036822012-01-11T19:55:00.004-10:002012-01-12T20:38:22.383-10:00

Since there is absolutely nothing new to report, I digress. I was surprised to see Detlev Schlichter's book, "Paper Money Collapse," still on the shelf at the library. I take that back. I was not that surprised. I picked up where I left off and completed the entire book.The book is not just another sensationalist doomsday diatribe. I believe that it is a very accurate description of what is

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-61690263369768459802012-01-10T19:18:00.004-10:002012-01-11T18:54:52.779-10:00

No detailed diatribe necessary. I first stopped off in Kahala for my belated follow-up appointment at the dentist. Although the beleaguered tooth is doing much better, there is a high probability that a small root fracture exists. During my next routine dental cleaning, I will be going through the novel Arestin® treatment. If there is no marked improvement, then I will know for certain that a

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-67854896679570981912012-01-09T20:59:00.003-10:002012-01-25T20:14:35.116-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. As far as my continuing bout with "burning thigh sensation" (BTS or Meralgia Paresthetica), there has been no improvement. Thus, no outing this evening.Charity BangsWell, with so little of relevance to discuss, I may as well feature another one of my favorite hurdy-gurdy hotties, Charity Bangs. The image is from her performance in a recent Brazzers®

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-60121919888939237812012-01-08T19:03:00.002-10:002012-01-08T20:12:55.651-10:00

We already know the Sunday drill, don't we? And, we know that the hottie gym trainer was looking mighty fine, right? A long perusal confirmed the latter. Baby is so hot!I procured an ice cream treat (after my workout at the gym) during my usual transit stopover. Once again, the ice cream had to be returned. I noticed that the temperature of the ice cream was not very cold, yet it was solid as a

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-45888087016761223142012-01-07T20:08:00.001-10:002012-01-07T21:28:36.243-10:00

My bout with "burning thigh sensation" (BTS or Meralgia Paresthetica) has escalated again. Actually, the symptoms never abated as I had previously misled myself. The numbness now does not have any tingling session associated with it, at least at night. Numbness during the day remains sporadic.At the library, I perused the book, "Paper Money Collapse: The Folly of Elastic Money and the Coming

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-38359280955020179412012-01-06T21:18:00.002-10:002012-01-07T18:47:38.600-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I should mention that, while I was engaged in my workout at the gym this afternoon, I felt a strange urge to flee. Thus, I had to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, albeit an hour later than usual, in order to feebly placate my anxiety.Strangely, the symptoms of "burning thigh sensation" (BTS or Meralgia

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-15721868495182616982012-01-05T20:30:00.003-10:002012-01-05T20:34:15.486-10:00

Same ol' shit, except that I did not make the outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. Still illin', too. Good thing that we're still maintaining zero readership of the "blog." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!Last night, rather than download myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips, I watched an excellent three-hour interview with Chris Hedges on the BookTV site. Very informative

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-91930283773091243332012-01-04T21:00:00.004-10:002012-01-14T18:06:54.157-10:00

Last night, when I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the Net was miraculously reconnected. Tiring, isn't it? I also suffered a relapse of the common cold along with increased symptoms of "burning thigh sensation" (BTS or Meralgia Paresthetica).Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, delayed by the extended holiday. Nada to report. I was extremely fatigued because of the relapsed

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-89486944310830761222012-01-03T18:54:00.001-10:002012-01-03T18:54:58.235-10:00

The strange bout of "burning thigh sensation" (BTS or Meralgia Paresthetica) continues, although I have observed that I can initiate or alleviate the symptoms by the way I sit. I also realized that I had torn the calf muscle in that same leg about ten months ago.Last night, the common cold erupted into major illin'. Unfortunately, I had discarded the last of the cold and flu elixir a couple of

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-25249903940036224722012-01-02T18:35:00.004-10:002012-01-02T22:26:24.100-10:00

I neglected to mention that I ran into the landlord yesterday outside Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I offered my condolences. The landlord gave me a brief synopsis of what transpired at the hospital, which bordered on extreme neglect and malpractice. Obviously, serious allegations. "They pretty much don't care about old folks," she said in summary. Out of curiosity, I asked, "Queen's?" Once

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-50099503282770535252012-01-01T20:16:00.004-10:002012-01-02T10:07:44.971-10:00

Usual Sunday routine. I was able to enjoy an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby only tended to one client this morning. So, she spent about 30 minutes running on the treadmill afterward. Baby was wearing a very form-fitting tanktop. To say that baby is well endowed would be an understatement. Whew!After my workout and shower, I sat across the street in the shade to dry

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-47234205245918519642011-12-31T20:24:00.003-10:002012-01-01T20:18:41.269-10:00

I neglected to mention that I made the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night. Barnes & Noble® was not at all crowded. I actually enjoyed my time there. The entire trip was necessary because I had to shop for groceries at Foodland Farms in Aina Haina on the way back to the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing).I also had an interesting conversation with

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-21630911849946021312011-12-30T19:36:00.005-10:002011-12-30T21:14:23.127-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was very happy to spend time with moms. We enjoyed a special lunch at the house. I am thankful that moms is healthy. Of course, moms pretty much follows the guidelines prescribed by Nortin Hadler, although moms has never read any of his books.I am slowly piecing together the story of what happened to the landlord's 96-year-old father. The landlord had

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-47750490223286252572011-12-29T21:44:00.001-10:002011-12-29T21:58:37.821-10:00

At the library, I completed reading the book, "The Last Well Person: How to Stay Well Despite the Healthcare System," by Nortin Hadler. The book is nearly identical in content to the newer, "Rethinking Aging," but with far more reference material. Hadler confirms my own skepticism about for-profit healthcare. Anyone reading Hadler's books should be forewarned: be prepared to experience extreme

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-9791063664718727912011-12-28T20:16:00.002-10:002011-12-29T21:16:17.399-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, obviously delayed by the extended Saturnalia holiday. My sister-in-law gave me a plastic commuter coffee cup. It's a replica of the disposable cups dispensed at all coffee shops complete with lid and heat shield. Clever design. Aside from that, nada to report.No outing tonight. When moms and I were making the usual rounds this morning, I observed that the post-Saturnalia

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I was quite relieved to return to my usual benign routine. The inner courtyard of the library was a most welcome sight. Even the homeless seemed appreciative of the moment. The buses, though, were extremely crowded. From what I could tell, the Saturnalia shopping spree has not yet ended.Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had to confront Joker this evening when he dropped a heavy object

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-51943602514037612011-12-26T18:47:00.002-10:002011-12-26T23:18:36.617-10:00

Should I go to Kahala Mall? Or, to Ala Moana Center? Over and over, I asked myself the same questions. Yeah, the Saturnalia holiday dragged on for a second day. In my old age, I cannot make even the most simple decisions. And, I keep taking costs, often as low as a couple of worthless fiat dollars, into endless consideration. The choice of driving my truck or riding the bus is yet another

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-35538025897718904152011-12-25T18:32:00.003-10:002011-12-26T09:55:07.263-10:00

I was up and about fairly early this morning, although I was extremely groggy. I have been averaging about five hours of sleep per night. Not good. I washed my truck with the all-in-one wash and wax solution. Then, I air-dried the truck during a short drive to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Only Longs® was open. There were a few people meandering about, but nothing like

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-9998385452239217502011-12-24T19:29:00.005-10:002011-12-25T10:28:37.858-10:00

I followed the usual Eve of Saturnalia itinerary, whatever that means. Actually, that's just another way of saying, "Same ol' shit." We're rapidly winding down the year, but nothing has changed. I don't expect any miracles in the final week of the old year.Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan departed for Arizona last night. He's going to visit his "McMansion." He's literally working

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-11761056365209634062011-12-23T20:22:00.005-10:002011-12-24T18:56:44.883-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. No outing this evening. Too many crazed shoppers running amuck on the last possible night of rabid consumerism before Saturnalia. So, guess what I will be doing instead?I have not yet recovered from reading Nortin Hadler's book, "Rethinking Aging." I agree with his thesis concerning the unethical medical "overtreatment" of the empire's citizens,

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-37486569521765197662011-12-22T22:11:00.001-10:002011-12-22T22:11:24.187-10:00

Do we already know the drill? Same ol' shit, day and night. I will, however, mention that I have nearly completed reading the book, "Rethinking Aging: Growing Old and Living Well in an Overtreated Society," by Nortin Hadler. I would recommend the book to everyone. A warning is in order, though. The topics are well beyond the comfort zone of most people. I had a difficult time myself because the

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-9463193203976182872011-12-21T20:27:00.002-10:002011-12-21T20:29:44.935-10:00

Day and evening, same ol' shit. Yeah, no outing again this evening. Rain and crazed Saturnalia shoppers, definitely not for me. So, I will be downloading more hurdy-gurdy video clips in the privacy (term used loosely) of my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). All the while, I will be droppin' back a generous serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix.Whitney TaylorWith zero readership

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I was rudely awakened this morning at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by everyone's favorite inconsiderate fudgepacker, Joker. The time? Six o'clock. So, I may as well reveal a few other tidbits that I have uncovered about the fool. Apparently, Joker is extremely worried about his Vienna Sausage. He's been ordering all kinds of over-the-counter testosterone boosters and erectile dysfunction (ED

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-40051692728413364512011-12-19T20:22:00.003-10:002011-12-20T20:07:12.279-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law is still a freelance caregiver for senior citizens. There are quite a few old folks in Hawai'i Kai, so she will never have a shortage of work. Often, she tells me about her experiences. Let me just say that the senior citizen life is not exactly one of carefree retirement. Of course, many senior citizens would be in better shape if they took better care

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-83776794775094966742011-12-18T20:01:00.006-10:002011-12-23T19:48:27.391-10:00

Same ol' Sunday shit. No details are necessary. I had planned to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, but intermittent heavy rain dissuaded me. So, I locked myself in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for another evening of heavy hurdy-gurdy video downloading. What else could I do?On a side note, I have been attempting to

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-7601966798045400212011-12-17T21:36:00.007-10:002011-12-19T18:35:00.885-10:00

Nada to report. I ended procuring a "footlong" sandwich at the Subway® in town after I missed the 3pm bus. I kept half of the sandwich for tomorrow's dinner. I did not arrive back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) until 5pm. Thus, no outing this evening. The Saturnalia shopping craze is totally out of control. Who wants to be out in the madding crowds? Sheesh!While I sat and waited for the bus

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-42075463463301286492011-12-16T20:20:00.008-10:002011-12-17T19:37:00.933-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms and I were able to enjoy a complimentary lunch at Zippy's after some kind of mix-up that left us waiting for over 30 minutes for our order. Many thanks to the management for treating us well.After my workout at the gym, I browsed around the small Fitness Store adjacent to the front desk. I was looking specifically for a small mixing bottle for the Muscle Milk® "

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Yeah, I'm back to the same ol' shit. Unfortunately, no outing this evening. I was too fatigued, what with my advanced age and all. And, going anywhere during the Saturnalia shopping mania is traumatic.Samantha SaintI may as well briefly discuss hurdy-gurdy hottie Samantha Saint. Baby has made quite a splash since she first arrived on the hurdy-gurdy scene not so long ago. Did I mention that she

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-49419665594675252102011-12-14T19:31:00.003-10:002011-12-15T17:50:17.349-10:00

A couple of days ago, I decided that I should drive my truck to Ala Moana Center for my endodontist appointment this morning. I would also be able to shop for groceries later in the day, since I knew that I would run out of food by Tuesday. At the last minute (this morning), I changed my mind and rode the bus. However, rather than ride to Ala Moana Center, I would ride into town, purchase a cup

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-58705680242355902292011-12-13T18:31:00.003-10:002011-12-15T17:55:37.720-10:00

Disconnect. Reconnect. Disconnect. Reconnect. Gets really old fast, doesn't it? When I returned to Slob Manor last night, I was surprised to discover that Net access was restored. So, I was up until 12:30am this morning downloading more hurdy-gurdy videos for no apparent reason.The day? Same ol' shit, with the only deviation being the restoration of my extreme monk haircut. Heavy rain did not

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-86884165452868149922011-12-12T19:26:00.002-10:002011-12-13T00:24:47.359-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Fortunately, there is nothing new to discuss. In other words, moms and my bro's family are doing fine. I ran into the Slob Manor (read: rental housing) landlord at Longs® while shopping with moms. Apparently, the landlord's father is ill. That after a long trip from China. He is 96 years old. The landlord is concerned that he may have to go to the hospital if his

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Same ol' Sunday shit. The only highlight was a modest perusal of the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. We all knew that already, though, didn't we? And, I ran into my "homeless" buddy at Ala Moana Center this afternoon.I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 2pm. I noted that Net access was still down. So, I took it upon myself to check both the cable modem and

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-91642376718457389892011-12-10T21:12:00.003-10:002011-12-11T18:44:00.945-10:00

Cable Net access at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) went down at 8:30pm this evening. Not much to discuss anyway. Same ol' shit. At the library, I completed reading the book, "Losing It," by William Miller. My return trip back to the dump via various bus routes consumed over 2.5 hours of time due to stupidity. And, heavy rain prevented an outing this evening.Kyle said that he had a verbal

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-13675676880220966062011-12-09T19:37:00.012-10:002011-12-11T19:24:44.797-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Same itinerary. After shopping for groceries this afternoon, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). At one point, I took my trash and recyclables outside to the bins. Joker was outside with both of his rodent-like dogs. Upon completing the task, I found that I was locked outside, and Joker was nowhere in sight. Fortunately, Alan happened to be in the living room

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-24603321795492754462011-12-08T20:33:00.002-10:002011-12-08T20:38:04.235-10:00

I neglected to mention that the dentist and his staff were unusually chatty the other day. For some reason, though, my dentist mentioned a recent patient suffering from Alzheimer's Syndrome. The patient's husband accompanied her during the appointment. All the while the patient was looking at the dental assistant while her husband was talking to her. The patient was unable to understand why the

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-89993841187331686782011-12-07T20:49:00.005-10:002011-12-08T19:22:00.420-10:00

The situation has returned to normal for the time being. In other words, same ol' shit. As for the evening, no outing. I decided to lock myself in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for an intense hurdy-gurdy video downloading session.Reading has become an intermittent activity for me at the library. Primarily, I am there to enjoy the peace and quiet. Often, I lapse in and out

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-55593954543555126762011-12-06T22:31:00.005-10:002012-01-25T20:13:55.880-10:00

The day commenced as usual with a run to Ala Moana Center. I purchased a cup of coffee and three small containers of guava yogurt for breakfast. Rather than head into town, though, I rode the bus back to Kahala for my dental appointment.My poor tooth. Already a victim of one root canal, now it will be subject to more abuse. An x-ray revealed nothing more than a severe infection near the root of

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-44847602369351250552011-12-05T19:18:00.003-10:002011-12-05T20:10:08.212-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I only recollect one poignant moment while moms and I were Longs®. Moms was chatting with a friend (another little ol' lady). They were discussing various ailments and other senior citizen friends who suffered from varying ailments. As I stood there waiting, I realized that moms is nearing 90 years of age. That's my mom, I said to myself proudly. I really

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-36377768980579975142011-12-04T19:43:00.006-10:002011-12-08T20:24:38.040-10:00

Same ol' Sunday shit. I was groggy most of the day because Alan, one of the residents at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was up at 4am this morning making hella noise in the kitchen. Alan switched to "swing shift" at work a week or so ago, but he apparently still wants to maintain "graveyard shift" waking hours. I really can't understand why.I neglected to mention that there was some kind of

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-49503322093690381462011-12-03T20:29:00.002-10:002011-12-03T20:30:34.666-10:00

Last night, I stopped off at the Aina Haina Shopping Center on the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing. I purchased a slice of Carrot Cake for the reduced price of $1 at Foodland Farms. Then, I sat in the new, albeit small, food court. From my table, I could see the patron in the new Vietnamese restaurant enjoying their meals. That's how the upper crust of society lives. I, however,

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I'll only mention that I happened to notice that the tooth which has been giving me trouble was apparently abscessing. There is also a mild pain below the inner gumline, which is the only indication of a problem. The left rear, bottom molar (whatever is left of it beneath the porcelain crown) has come back to life, even after going through a supposedly

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-66610178280762006172011-12-01T20:32:00.003-10:002011-12-02T19:03:27.373-10:00

Same ol' shit. No outing this evening because of intermittent rain. Heck, I haven't been to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala for over a week. Not much is being accomplished either, although there are only a handful of agenda items remaining.I was almost tempted to launch into another diatribe about "stuff" that I have already covered either in the "blog" or the old journal.

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-76318416203193510802011-11-30T20:32:00.002-10:002011-12-01T18:05:11.420-10:00

Last night, first Blogger® experienced intermittent outages, then the power went out for a few seconds at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Cable access to the Net, however, was down for several hours afterwards. Simply absurd.Same ol' shit. At the library, I perused a couple of books worthy of mention: "The Joy of Not Working: A Book for the Retired, Unemployed and Overworked - 21st Century

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-26749251906835833342011-11-29T19:01:00.003-10:002012-01-25T20:13:30.525-10:00

Same ol' shit. No celebration. Nothing. Nada. And, once again, I spent the entire evening locked away in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). You know the drill.Dayna VendettaWell, Blogger® is apparently ready to go into meltdown again, so there's no need to discuss much else. Except for ... hurdy-gurdy hottie Dayna Vendetta. Actually, there's nothing to discuss about baby. A

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-55336358893916401412011-11-28T21:00:00.001-10:002011-11-28T21:01:05.326-10:00

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was prepared to make the dash to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. At the last minute, however, I changed my mind. Instead, I will spend all night locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Again? Yes, again.I did my best to not do any thinking or ruminating. How else can I live the illusion? So, I

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-24295096967054290142011-11-27T19:10:00.004-10:002012-01-25T20:13:10.841-10:00

Same ol' Sunday shit, complete with an extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Whew! Baby is so fine. I was hoping to ride the 1pm Route 23 bus from Ala Moana Center. However, I had to purchase something to eat for dinner at Foodland. I was hampered by the crowds. Long story short, I missed the bus by two minutes.I stood at the bus stop dumbfounded. I was quickly become irritated.

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-16240808248142325752011-11-26T21:42:00.002-10:002012-02-02T19:41:45.754-10:00

Itinerary? Same ol' shit. Because of impending rain, I decided to lock myself in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the evening again. Obviously, there was not much else to do but download more choice hurdy-gurdy video clips. My massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) (see catalog) now has over 700 clips of varying quality. Is that a worthy accomplishment, or what?Nikki

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Same ol' shit. I only need mention that the Saturnalia shopping craze was totally out of control. When I arrived at Ala Moana Center this morning at 8:40am, the entire complex was completely packed with shopping fools. The Route 23 bus driver said that, during his first run at 6am, he saw myriad people lined up everywhere with huge widescreen LCD tubes. One of the cashiers at Foodland said that

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-32057320066676330352011-11-24T19:28:00.004-10:002011-11-25T18:15:10.856-10:00

Another unobserved holiday for the ol' lavahead. If I was really living the illusion, then I would be engaged in holiday ritual. What does that tell you? No rest for the losers, though. I washed my truck this morning at 8am. Technically, it also simultaneously received a wax job since I was using an all-in-one product. Rather than waste time drying off the truck by hand with a towel, I decided

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-2477373978412995312011-11-23T19:32:00.009-10:002011-11-23T22:00:36.279-10:00

Usual visit to Hawai'i Kai, obviously a couple of days earlier because of the upcoming holiday weekend. Otherwise, nothing new. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. A decaffeinated beverage was in order, only because I did not want to feel guilty as I perused a few computer periodicals.I had much difficulty living the illusion today. I am probably

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-19358014956674105142011-11-22T19:13:00.005-10:002011-11-27T19:14:28.441-10:00

Just to show how much I have embraced living the illusion, I have been watching every episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" on my netbook computer right as soon as it is released on Monday evenings. The Wo Fat character appeared again, much to my chagrin. As I lamented prior, the ol' lavahead would have been a perfect fit for the part. Woe is the ol' lavahead!As always, nothing accomplished. Another day,

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Moms and I followed the usual shopping routine, what with Saturnalia and all. However, shopping is becoming a brutal activity. I was "plum tuckered out" after the ordeal. Needless to say, I did not make an outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. To further add to my grief, the left lower molar that has already been

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Typical Sunday, complete with "Cartesian theater" enhancements. Really? No, not really. Of course, that means nada to report. A microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer is hardly a noteworthy event. I ran a little late this afternoon while I was indulging in an ice cream treat at Ala Moana Center, so I missed the Route 23 bus. So, I had to finagle an alternative to return to the detestable

Monkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08932123918678170052noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25817697.post-47956873267885129362011-11-19T19:34:00.006-10:002011-11-20T17:36:26.405-10:00

After I alighted the bus at the Beretania Street transfer point, I sat on one of the metal "homeless-proof" benches under the shelter. However, behind me was a homeless guy laying on the sidewalk inside a makeshift sleeping bag. No one else came within ten feet of the homeless guy. A few minutes later, I noticed two bare feet sticking out from the bottom of the makeshift sleeping bag. Both of his

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I the found myself at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, mainly because Joker was being ornery again at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The damned faggot appears to be "on the rag," believe it or not. I have to wonder whether the gay blade is overdosing on female hormone lozenges. I mean, what else could the problem be?

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At the library, I completed reading the book, "Why Everyone (Else) Is a Hypocrite: Evolution and the Modular Mind," by Robert Kurzban. I also happened to peruse the Asian hottie who works there. Baby was looking mighty fine. Otherwise, same ol' shit.I'm not certain about what to discuss in the "blog" anymore, considering that my thoughts may simply be the ramblings of a predetermined "self."

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My thoughts have been extremely confused since yesterday. Perhaps the "modules" in my brain have ceased any kind of coordination. Anyway, how do we reconcile the non-existent "self"? I really don't know. Actually, the fallacy of "self" should have been obvious even to a common dunce.Take, for example, gender traits, which have been passed down to each of genetically. Gender traits affect

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Same ol' shit (SOS). Yeah, I'm about as tired of SOS as you are. However, unlike you, I have no money, no cabbage, no mullah. So, I'm stuck in a rut. With each passing day, I am moving closer to homelessness. Frankly, I don't even care. How much worse can homelessness be than Slob Manor (read: rental housing)? Heck, I won't have to pay rent when I am homeless. How good is that?At the library, I

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"Avenues of good fortune are ahead for you." -- Panda Express® fortune cookieUsual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law mentioned that another one of her sisters has passed on as well as a former client when she was still employed by an unnamed caregiver agency. Mortality rears its ugly head again.While attempting to reverse out of a parking stall with my truck at the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center, I

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Same ol' modified Sunday shit, just like yesterday, thanks to the APEC summit. I was able to avoid any nonsense, although there was a minor setback when Ala Moana Boulevard was closed for about an hour at 8:30am this morning. The entire APEC delegation was sped down toward somewhere in West O'ahu. Sadly, only a brief glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym, but enough to supplement my paltry

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The extended holiday weekend left me no choice but to follow the Sunday itinerary. Yes, I know that today is Saturday. Thus, I was at the gym by 10:30am this morning. Once I exited the gym at 12:30pm, the APEC nightmare (i.e., buffoonery) commenced.Rather than follow the usual Sunday bus route back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I decided to walk to Hotel Street to wait for the bus there.

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Holiday or not, there's no rest for the losers. I brought my truck into the Nissan® dealership this morning for an oil change and tire rotation. Total cost? A whopping $110 and some change. On top of that, I waited nearly two hours for the work to be completed. Fortunately, I have extended my service interval to one year.I ended up driving my truck to Ala Moana Center. After procuring a cup of

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Well, what can I say? The day commenced with a long two-hour journey to town. Buses were nowhere to be seen, so I spent most of that time standing around (like a moron) at various bus stops. Turns out, the security gauntlet for the ridiculous APEC summit resulted in a temporary police state. Traffic detours caused all kinds of bottlenecks around the island. And, most of the buses were caught up

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, stepped up to compensate for another holiday. Nada to report anyway. Moms had a doctor's appointment in Kuapa Kai, so that occupied the time for most of the morning. Otherwise, we followed the usual routine.I am still spending the early evening at the bookstore in the den of consumerism in (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I have not stopped off in Aina Haina to shop for

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A few years ago, I caught sight of a guy on the bus who looked just like Alan from back in Convalescent City in Cali. Actually, I saw him on several occasions, but I did not attempt to make contact. I thought that I mentioned the incidents in "blog," but I can find no trace of the event in the endless babble. I know for a fact that I was residing in the detestable "condotel" unit in Waikiki at

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Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I spent a bit of time in my favorite chair while I waited for moms. I contemplated my non-existent strategic plan. Is that ludicrous, or what?Last week, moms told me that Uncle T (moms' brother) had called. He said that he just wanted to hear moms' voice. Uncle T is 86 years old. My uncle is probably ruminating about his mortality. Will either my bro or I

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