Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... an exact clone of last Saturday until I alighted the bus at Kahala Mall this afternoon. There was a guy sitting on the only bench in the shade adjacent to one of the overhead freeway's supporting columns. I sought shade next to the pillar. The guy sitting on the bench began conversing with me. I immediately recognized him as the guy who had chatted with me on the bus a couple of times before. He was hammered both times. And, today was no exception. He offered me a swig of his 40-dog of malt liquor. I could not see what brand it was since the bottle was wrapped in a brown paper bag. Does it matter? Cheap booze is cheap booze. Then, he offered me a cigarette. I declined both of his offers. The bus heading to Hawai'i Kai was extremely late, so I was engaged in conversation with him for a while. He's a haole guy who speaks fluent Pidgin-English for whatever that's worth. He is also a graduate of Kalani High, just like the ol' lavahead. Yeah, two successful Kalani alumni at the bus stop. Sheesh!
I was prepared to embark on another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Instead, I made a jaunt to Kahala Mall at 8:15pm in my Nissan® Frontier truck. There wasn't much going on. I had expected a much livelier Day of Samhain celebration. Perhaps I had arrived at the tail-end of the festivities. I perused the Apple® Store before ending up at Barnes & Noble®. Not very exciting. A little over an hour later, I departed for Slob Manor. I simply wasted time and petrol for no particular reason.
The Day of Samhain really means nothing without the existence of the sinister force, the sinister kahuna, or Satan. However, during the course of my religious research, I discovered that the persona of Satan had developed over a long period of time. The most malignant caricature of Satan was derived during the Intertestamental Period. I'm not saying that there is no evil. Heck, there's plenty of evil to go around. We just can't blame the presence of evil on any entity other than ourselves.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Friday, October 30, 2009
In the Periphery
The morning started off bad. As I was heading to Hawai'i Kai, I saw the clown weaving in and out of traffic with his piece of shit. He soon was tailgating me. Just before the Lunalilo Home Road intersection, the fool attempted to change lanes at the same time as I did. Rather than obey the rules, he crossed the double line and passed me while honking his horn. The punk ended up coming to an abrupt stop at the traffic light. I was behind him. I was able to observe the piece of shit, a wannabe "riceboy." The white paint was history. The left rear bumper was smashed in, and there was some kind of decal above it. Once the light turned green, the fool attempted to weave in and out of traffic but ended up at another red light. I came about an inch from smashing the entire rear end of his piece of shit as I merged into the turn lane of Koko Marina. I had hoped that the punk would would have been provoked enough to follow me and attempt some kind of rookie maneuver. The rest of the day was not much better.
Mom wanted to go to Ala Moana Center to pick up her shoes at Robins. So, we left abruptly at 8:50am. Once there, I walked to Foodland to procure a cup of coffee. Naturally, the coffee was completely out. I notified the employee who was cleaning up the area. She took the empty carafes to the back and left them on the counter. Then, she walked off. I threw the empty coffee cup on the counter and walked out.
While waiting for moms, I ran into my cousin Eric and his wife. Moms was feeling tired, so we returned to Hawai'i Kai. We spent a total of 20 minutes at Ala Moana. Along the way, we stopped off at Koko Marina to shop at Foodland. Why do we keep going back to the dump? We procured a couple of bento for lunch as well. One of the bento qualified for a stamp on my Meal Club Card. However, the cashier argued with me until she finally asked another cashier and was told that I was correct.
Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. Since moms was fatigued, I departed at 12:30pm. I could not find shaded parking in Koko Marina, so I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the Park 'n Ride. From there, I rode the Route 1L bus to town in order to go to the gym. Yes, I was determined to not take another cold shower at the gym in Koko Marina. Had the Route 23 bus arrived instead, I would have gone to the gym in Waikiki.
I arrived in town at 1:30pm. I went through my entire workout in record time. I was showered and out of the place by 3:30pm. My plan was to ride one of the express buses back to the Park 'n Ride. While I was standing at the bus stop across the street from the gym, I noticed more and more people arriving. I recognized a lot of the wage slaves from over four years ago. Of course, I don't personally know any of them. I became nauseous. There was no way that I could tolerate the ride back to Hawai'i Kai with all of those asswipes. So, I ended up taking the usual bus with the more predictable derelicts and losers. When we passed by Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I observed that the Indian guy was already there. Thus, I was really in no hurry.
Once I arrived at the Park 'n Ride, I retrieved my Nissan® Frontier truck and drove to Koko Marina. I decided to risk eating dinner at Taco Bell®. Turns out that there were only three high school kids huddled in the center of the dining area, along with two small families in the periphery. I ordered two bean burritos with green sauce, no red sauce. I was able to sit there for 20 minutes and enjoy my meal. The three high school guys were playing cards. Oddly, they broke out into an arm wrestling match during the middle of the card game. Then, they went back to playing cards. I was quite amused.
We already know the drill for the rest of the day. As usual, I had to shop for groceries at the detestable Foodland. If the dump went out of business tomorrow, I could care less. Unfortunately, with the high prices the dump charges, its cash flow will keep it afloat for a long time. Lots of kama'aina are very loyal to Foodland. I really don't know why. Afterward, I returned to Slob Manor to commence another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Well, ever since I discovered the command make Mplayer generate a log file, I have not been able to replicate the freezing problem. The same small test video file that I have been using seems to work just fine every time now. Can you even believe it?
Mom wanted to go to Ala Moana Center to pick up her shoes at Robins. So, we left abruptly at 8:50am. Once there, I walked to Foodland to procure a cup of coffee. Naturally, the coffee was completely out. I notified the employee who was cleaning up the area. She took the empty carafes to the back and left them on the counter. Then, she walked off. I threw the empty coffee cup on the counter and walked out.
While waiting for moms, I ran into my cousin Eric and his wife. Moms was feeling tired, so we returned to Hawai'i Kai. We spent a total of 20 minutes at Ala Moana. Along the way, we stopped off at Koko Marina to shop at Foodland. Why do we keep going back to the dump? We procured a couple of bento for lunch as well. One of the bento qualified for a stamp on my Meal Club Card. However, the cashier argued with me until she finally asked another cashier and was told that I was correct.
Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. Since moms was fatigued, I departed at 12:30pm. I could not find shaded parking in Koko Marina, so I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the Park 'n Ride. From there, I rode the Route 1L bus to town in order to go to the gym. Yes, I was determined to not take another cold shower at the gym in Koko Marina. Had the Route 23 bus arrived instead, I would have gone to the gym in Waikiki.
I arrived in town at 1:30pm. I went through my entire workout in record time. I was showered and out of the place by 3:30pm. My plan was to ride one of the express buses back to the Park 'n Ride. While I was standing at the bus stop across the street from the gym, I noticed more and more people arriving. I recognized a lot of the wage slaves from over four years ago. Of course, I don't personally know any of them. I became nauseous. There was no way that I could tolerate the ride back to Hawai'i Kai with all of those asswipes. So, I ended up taking the usual bus with the more predictable derelicts and losers. When we passed by Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I observed that the Indian guy was already there. Thus, I was really in no hurry.
Once I arrived at the Park 'n Ride, I retrieved my Nissan® Frontier truck and drove to Koko Marina. I decided to risk eating dinner at Taco Bell®. Turns out that there were only three high school kids huddled in the center of the dining area, along with two small families in the periphery. I ordered two bean burritos with green sauce, no red sauce. I was able to sit there for 20 minutes and enjoy my meal. The three high school guys were playing cards. Oddly, they broke out into an arm wrestling match during the middle of the card game. Then, they went back to playing cards. I was quite amused.
We already know the drill for the rest of the day. As usual, I had to shop for groceries at the detestable Foodland. If the dump went out of business tomorrow, I could care less. Unfortunately, with the high prices the dump charges, its cash flow will keep it afloat for a long time. Lots of kama'aina are very loyal to Foodland. I really don't know why. Afterward, I returned to Slob Manor to commence another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Well, ever since I discovered the command make Mplayer generate a log file, I have not been able to replicate the freezing problem. The same small test video file that I have been using seems to work just fine every time now. Can you even believe it?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Reality Shopping
Another vog-filled urban nomad kind-of-a-day has elapsed. When I speak of vog, I mean three times the vog of yesterday. By late afternoon, the vog was so thick that the entire sky was gray. Aside from that, the routine was the same as usual, commencing with an hour of rumination with a cup of coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center. Why am I wasting so much money on coffee again? Am I addicted to caffeine? Aside from the fact that I would have been escorted out of Makai Market for vagrancy if I did not have a cup of coffee in my hand, there is another reason. I am slowly being robbed of my life savings by the moneychangers. I could wait until I have nothing left, but that's unacceptable. I am going to enjoy the simple pleasures while I can.
At the library, I commenced reading Matt Taibbi's book, "The Great Derangement: A Terrifying True Story of War, Politics, and Religion at the Twilight of the American Empire." I have really no reason to read the book. Well, actually, I was intrigued by the preface section. Taibbi briefly discussed what he calls "reality shopping," a coping strategy used by the enslaved citizens of empire in finding an acceptable "truth" (that is, answers to question that have no answers). Then, it dawned upon me that humanity has always been locked into "reality shopping," since there has never been ultimate "truth." It all started because we do not know the origin of the universe, the origin of life, and the origin of humans. From that point forward ... that is, the beginning of the thinking mind ... we have never had a real answer for anything. Instead, we have fabricated multiple alternative scenarios of reality. Most likely, none of them is truly "real." We simply have belief and faith to guide us, sort of like religion.
What is truly real is that I have a very short tenure on this planet. I have used up most of that time engaged in "reality shopping" like everyone else. Thus, I have been in and out of this and that "reality," only to find myself cheated out of time. Frankly, I am done with "reality shopping." My only reality is hot cup of coffee.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. In other words, same ol' shit. Obviously, an urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. The new Chinaman heeded my request and was very quiet last night. So, I was able to get some much needed sleep.
The Indian guy has purchased another big-ass container of protein supplement and several cans of potein shakes. He also has a whole mess of protein bars in the fridge. He is apparently on a mission. However, I am not sure if he realizes that the body discards excess protein if its not needed. Some of the products contain creatine, which is known to build body mass. Creatine also has some notable side effects. Frankly, I'd avoid the crap.
However, when one is driven by the desire to entice babes, then anything goes. Last weekend, I had an interesting discussion with the Indian guy. I asked him why he didn't invest in property, one where he can live in and rent out rooms. His response boiled down to one criteria - babes. All decisions, according to him, are based on babes. Owning property is only a consideration when one already has a babe. In the meantime, he will continue to live the life-style of the quintessential, albeit stereotypical, eligible bachelor. I came to realize that I was dealing with a twenty-something in a thirty-something body. I should recall my own morbid experiences with immaturity. Did you say, "reality shopping"?
At the library, I commenced reading Matt Taibbi's book, "The Great Derangement: A Terrifying True Story of War, Politics, and Religion at the Twilight of the American Empire." I have really no reason to read the book. Well, actually, I was intrigued by the preface section. Taibbi briefly discussed what he calls "reality shopping," a coping strategy used by the enslaved citizens of empire in finding an acceptable "truth" (that is, answers to question that have no answers). Then, it dawned upon me that humanity has always been locked into "reality shopping," since there has never been ultimate "truth." It all started because we do not know the origin of the universe, the origin of life, and the origin of humans. From that point forward ... that is, the beginning of the thinking mind ... we have never had a real answer for anything. Instead, we have fabricated multiple alternative scenarios of reality. Most likely, none of them is truly "real." We simply have belief and faith to guide us, sort of like religion.
What is truly real is that I have a very short tenure on this planet. I have used up most of that time engaged in "reality shopping" like everyone else. Thus, I have been in and out of this and that "reality," only to find myself cheated out of time. Frankly, I am done with "reality shopping." My only reality is hot cup of coffee.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. In other words, same ol' shit. Obviously, an urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. The new Chinaman heeded my request and was very quiet last night. So, I was able to get some much needed sleep.
The Indian guy has purchased another big-ass container of protein supplement and several cans of potein shakes. He also has a whole mess of protein bars in the fridge. He is apparently on a mission. However, I am not sure if he realizes that the body discards excess protein if its not needed. Some of the products contain creatine, which is known to build body mass. Creatine also has some notable side effects. Frankly, I'd avoid the crap.
However, when one is driven by the desire to entice babes, then anything goes. Last weekend, I had an interesting discussion with the Indian guy. I asked him why he didn't invest in property, one where he can live in and rent out rooms. His response boiled down to one criteria - babes. All decisions, according to him, are based on babes. Owning property is only a consideration when one already has a babe. In the meantime, he will continue to live the life-style of the quintessential, albeit stereotypical, eligible bachelor. I came to realize that I was dealing with a twenty-something in a thirty-something body. I should recall my own morbid experiences with immaturity. Did you say, "reality shopping"?
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
More Meanderings
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day found the illustrious urban nomad sipping coffee at the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center this morning at 10am. My plans were to head straight to town. However, just before the Aina Haina Shopping Center, the Route 1L bus that I was a passenger on caught up with the bus that should have been 30 minutes ahead. All of the passengers transferred to the bus that I was on. I immediately alighted right then and there. Apparently, one of the passengers on the other bus reported to the driver that another passenger was comatose. The ambulance that I had seen minutes earlier while I sttod at the us stop had taken the ill passenger to the hospital. Frankly, most of the passengers on all of the buses look as though they could keel over at any time.
I spent an hour in the Makai Market with the myriad senior citizens. At 11pm, I ventured off to town. I headed straight for the gym. I dropped off my gym bag. Then, I restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I returned to the gym at 12:45pm and commenced my workout. I was done and showered by 3:15pm. I thought of going back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) via Ala Moana and Waikiki but changed my mind. Instead, I rode the boring Route 1L back to the dump. Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. All-in-all, another hot, humid, vog-filled day has come to pass.
I finally left a "polite" note for the slippery Chinaman on his door. I asked him to turn down the volume of his tube after 11pm at night. Hopefully, he understands the message. I also had a brief chat with the landlord. Apparently, the slippery Chinaman denied that his babe is staying with him. The landlord is also renting two rooms to the Chinaman for the price of one. Yet, the slippery Chinaman is attempting to bamboozle the landlord.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I ran into the homeless guy who own a bicycle (from Kawaikui Beach Park) at the Ala Moana Center Makai bus stop. He mentioned that the entire homeless crew at Kawaikui Beach Park was evicted. That explains why Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy, has been conspicuously absent for several weeks. The homeless guy who own a bicycle is now surviving somewhere in town.
I am also still attempting to find a solution to the video player freezing problem. I am pretty certain that X.org is where the freeze occurs. After a desktop freeze tonight, I checked the X.org log file only to find nothing. The log simply ends after the configuration is complete. The video driver apparently works fine because everything including hardware acceleration and video RAM mapping was performed correctly. I also perused the Xsession-errors file, but only one copy is generated per session. No archive copies are created, so I cannot see what happens during the freeze. Once I reboot the systme, the old file is gone. Fortunately, I finally discovered that Mplayer can generate a session log file using the command:
I spent an hour in the Makai Market with the myriad senior citizens. At 11pm, I ventured off to town. I headed straight for the gym. I dropped off my gym bag. Then, I restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. I returned to the gym at 12:45pm and commenced my workout. I was done and showered by 3:15pm. I thought of going back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) via Ala Moana and Waikiki but changed my mind. Instead, I rode the boring Route 1L back to the dump. Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. All-in-all, another hot, humid, vog-filled day has come to pass.
I finally left a "polite" note for the slippery Chinaman on his door. I asked him to turn down the volume of his tube after 11pm at night. Hopefully, he understands the message. I also had a brief chat with the landlord. Apparently, the slippery Chinaman denied that his babe is staying with him. The landlord is also renting two rooms to the Chinaman for the price of one. Yet, the slippery Chinaman is attempting to bamboozle the landlord.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I ran into the homeless guy who own a bicycle (from Kawaikui Beach Park) at the Ala Moana Center Makai bus stop. He mentioned that the entire homeless crew at Kawaikui Beach Park was evicted. That explains why Pete, the pipe-smoking homeless guy, has been conspicuously absent for several weeks. The homeless guy who own a bicycle is now surviving somewhere in town.
I am also still attempting to find a solution to the video player freezing problem. I am pretty certain that X.org is where the freeze occurs. After a desktop freeze tonight, I checked the X.org log file only to find nothing. The log simply ends after the configuration is complete. The video driver apparently works fine because everything including hardware acceleration and video RAM mapping was performed correctly. I also perused the Xsession-errors file, but only one copy is generated per session. No archive copies are created, so I cannot see what happens during the freeze. Once I reboot the systme, the old file is gone. Fortunately, I finally discovered that Mplayer can generate a session log file using the command:
mplayer -v video_filename > mplayer.log 2>&1Thus, I will run Mplayer via the terminal and hope that the log will record the events prior to the freeze. Perhaps I will discover the source of the problem. A solution, however, will be another story.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Another Senior Moment
I wore the new ear plugs throughout the night, although I had some trouble initially in fitting them in my ears. The CVS® ear plugs are bullet-shaped. For some reason, they gradually slide out of my ear canals when inserted in the "proper" manner. I discovered that, if I insert the blunt side first into the ear canal, then the fit is snug enough to prevent slippage.
This morning, I woke up and removed the ear plugs. To my dismay, I could not hear anything in my left ear. I felt no pain, but I suspected an ear infection. I became quite perturbed, along with intrusive thoughts of maiming and torturing the new Chinaman. I came to my senses before departing Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I discarded the ear plugs, just in case they may be suspect. Not to worry, I still have 49 pairs left in the big-ass bottle. The heatwave, by the way, is still ongoing. In fact, I spoke too soon. The vog had returned with a vengeance as there was even a trace of a breeze.
During the bus ride, I became quite demoralized by my hearing impairment. So, I ended up sipping coffee in the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center at 9:50am. I sat there for an hour, along with all of the other senior citizens who have hearing problems. Is that what I have to look forward to? Heck, I'm already there.
The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. At the library, I perused another Linux book. Then, I performed my usual workout at the gym. My hearing, by the way, eventually returned to normal. Thank goodness.
Of course, I returned to Slob Manor in anticipation of another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. No doubt, the slippery Chinaman and his young ho' will be making all kinds of noise again at midnight. I will use a new pair of ear plugs, but I will only keep them in for a couple of hours. I usually wake up at 2am or so in the morning for no apparent reason. Then, I will only put them back in when the noisy traffic along Kalani'ana'ole Highway wakes me up around 5am.
Another person has posted the same video player freezing problem in the "Multimedia and Video" category in the Ubuntu Forums. I am now participating in that thread while doing more investigations of the problem itself. From what I can tell, the desktop environment (i.e., Gnome®) and the window manager (i.e., Compiz-Fusion) are not the culprits as originally thought. I now suspect X.org because Ctrl-Alt-Fn key combinations are rendered useless during the freeze. I believe that X.org traps those keys. The Alt-SysReq-R-E-I-S-U-B key combination continues to function because it is most likely trapped by the kernel. Thus, the kernel remains operational during the freeze.
Obviously, installing a new version of X.org would be tortuous. Therefore, I am in need of a workaround. The source of the problem still lies with the video media players. Could the codecs be the problem? Most of the codecs in Linux are kludges of proprietary codecs. The only non-proprietary codec is the Ogg/Ogv format. My next experiment will be invoking a movie player with an Ogg/Ovm file to see if it freezes the desktop.
On a sad note, the Geocities mirror of LoserNet is now history since Yahoo! pulled the plug. I have made the appropriate link corrections in the "blog." I doubt that I will "spruce up" the old site. That's just too much work. Heck, it may end up disappearing as well.
This morning, I woke up and removed the ear plugs. To my dismay, I could not hear anything in my left ear. I felt no pain, but I suspected an ear infection. I became quite perturbed, along with intrusive thoughts of maiming and torturing the new Chinaman. I came to my senses before departing Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I discarded the ear plugs, just in case they may be suspect. Not to worry, I still have 49 pairs left in the big-ass bottle. The heatwave, by the way, is still ongoing. In fact, I spoke too soon. The vog had returned with a vengeance as there was even a trace of a breeze.
During the bus ride, I became quite demoralized by my hearing impairment. So, I ended up sipping coffee in the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center at 9:50am. I sat there for an hour, along with all of the other senior citizens who have hearing problems. Is that what I have to look forward to? Heck, I'm already there.
The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. At the library, I perused another Linux book. Then, I performed my usual workout at the gym. My hearing, by the way, eventually returned to normal. Thank goodness.
Of course, I returned to Slob Manor in anticipation of another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. No doubt, the slippery Chinaman and his young ho' will be making all kinds of noise again at midnight. I will use a new pair of ear plugs, but I will only keep them in for a couple of hours. I usually wake up at 2am or so in the morning for no apparent reason. Then, I will only put them back in when the noisy traffic along Kalani'ana'ole Highway wakes me up around 5am.
Another person has posted the same video player freezing problem in the "Multimedia and Video" category in the Ubuntu Forums. I am now participating in that thread while doing more investigations of the problem itself. From what I can tell, the desktop environment (i.e., Gnome®) and the window manager (i.e., Compiz-Fusion) are not the culprits as originally thought. I now suspect X.org because Ctrl-Alt-Fn key combinations are rendered useless during the freeze. I believe that X.org traps those keys. The Alt-SysReq-R-E-I-S-U-B key combination continues to function because it is most likely trapped by the kernel. Thus, the kernel remains operational during the freeze.
Obviously, installing a new version of X.org would be tortuous. Therefore, I am in need of a workaround. The source of the problem still lies with the video media players. Could the codecs be the problem? Most of the codecs in Linux are kludges of proprietary codecs. The only non-proprietary codec is the Ogg/Ogv format. My next experiment will be invoking a movie player with an Ogg/Ovm file to see if it freezes the desktop.
On a sad note, the Geocities mirror of LoserNet is now history since Yahoo! pulled the plug. I have made the appropriate link corrections in the "blog." I doubt that I will "spruce up" the old site. That's just too much work. Heck, it may end up disappearing as well.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Ignition
Let's quickly summarize the day now, shall we? Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai. For lunch, moms served Safeway® lamp-baked chicken, grilled salmon fillet, ahi sashimi, fresh vegetables, and rice. For dessert, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream. I kept moms company until 1:45pm.
Was there hot water at the gym? Is Slob Manor (read: rental housing) clean? For both questions, the answer is, "No!" That's 15 days with not even a hint that some kind of repair will performed soon. Needless to say, a cold shower is nothing worthy of anticipation after a sweaty workout.
I ate dinner at Taco Bell® (i.e., one bean burrito with green sauce, no red sauce). There were only six punks in the whole place, so I enjoyed my tiny meal in relative peace. Once back at Slob Manor, I only had to look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
While at Longs® earlier in the day, I purchased a big bottle of CVS® ear plugs. I had no choice since the smaller quantities were out of stock. I must resort to wearing ear plugs while I sleep because the new Chinaman likes to stay up late with his young ho' and watch the tube. The volume on his tube isn't set very high, but I can still hear the Chink cacophony quite clearly.
The damned heatwave continues unabated. There have been no trade winds for days. Fortunately, the dreaded vog has not returned. Yet, these hot and humid days and nights make the situation in Slob Manor unbearable. The new Chinaman is only adding more kindling to a fire that is ready to uncontrollably ignite into a nightmarish hell.
Was there hot water at the gym? Is Slob Manor (read: rental housing) clean? For both questions, the answer is, "No!" That's 15 days with not even a hint that some kind of repair will performed soon. Needless to say, a cold shower is nothing worthy of anticipation after a sweaty workout.
I ate dinner at Taco Bell® (i.e., one bean burrito with green sauce, no red sauce). There were only six punks in the whole place, so I enjoyed my tiny meal in relative peace. Once back at Slob Manor, I only had to look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
While at Longs® earlier in the day, I purchased a big bottle of CVS® ear plugs. I had no choice since the smaller quantities were out of stock. I must resort to wearing ear plugs while I sleep because the new Chinaman likes to stay up late with his young ho' and watch the tube. The volume on his tube isn't set very high, but I can still hear the Chink cacophony quite clearly.
The damned heatwave continues unabated. There have been no trade winds for days. Fortunately, the dreaded vog has not returned. Yet, these hot and humid days and nights make the situation in Slob Manor unbearable. The new Chinaman is only adding more kindling to a fire that is ready to uncontrollably ignite into a nightmarish hell.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Open Door Policy
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday was made tolerable by the sighting of the hottie gym trainer. Baby was working with a gym member in weight room for about 30 minutes. Whew! Baby looked mighty fine. Aside from espying the hottie gym trainer at the gym, the rest of the day was mundane. I sipped coffee in the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center at 8:45am this morning. Once in town, I checked my mail at the Post Office finally. Then, I performed my usual workout at the gym, rode the Route 6 bus to Ala Moana Center, did nothing for 30 minutes, rode the Route 24 bus to Kahala Mall, ate dinner at Taco Bell®, spent time at Barnes & Noble®, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4pm. The front door was wide open and no one was home. I suspect that Alan, the guy living on the first floor with the Chinaman, probably lost it when he found the door unlocked again and no one around. So, he just left the door wide open to teach us a lesson. I doubt that the Indian guy and the Chinaman are too concerned. I certainly don't care.
I did not sleep well last night because of another sugar ant invasion. This time, the sugar ants were crawling all over me and biting me while I attempted to sleep. Then, the moronic Chinaman and his ho' woke me up at 7am this morning with their extremely loud talking. As for the sugar ants, using my humble dustpan and brush, I discovered that there were hundreds of them all of the floor of my squalid room. This afternoon, I discovered a thick trail of sugar ants in the second floor common area. I used the Chinaman's bug spray to commit mass ant genocide. By the way, the Chinaman's filthy mop was still sitting in the stairwell this evening. What will happen when he discovers it? Who really cares?
I had to deal with a lot of ignorant and arrogant fools during the course of the day. However, I do not care to detail my annoyance. I was also treated like a homeless guy at several places where I made an appearance. I became quite perturbed when I should have just been laughing to myself. Those fools mean nothing to me. They are not even a full step above the sugar ants as far as I am concerned.
My hurdy-gurdy video collection has become meaningless as well. In fact, I have become a non-participating member of Pure T 'n A. I made my 2.234 ratio. Now, there's nothing left to accomplish. Downloading hurdy-gurdy "torrents" has only caused premature wear-and-tear on my computer's hard drive. Incidentally, I have perused the Ubuntu Linux system logs to see if could located the source of the freezing problem with video playback. There were abnormalities with the kernel. The X.org logs showed no anomalies as well. I can now assume that Gnome® is the culprit.
I did not sleep well last night because of another sugar ant invasion. This time, the sugar ants were crawling all over me and biting me while I attempted to sleep. Then, the moronic Chinaman and his ho' woke me up at 7am this morning with their extremely loud talking. As for the sugar ants, using my humble dustpan and brush, I discovered that there were hundreds of them all of the floor of my squalid room. This afternoon, I discovered a thick trail of sugar ants in the second floor common area. I used the Chinaman's bug spray to commit mass ant genocide. By the way, the Chinaman's filthy mop was still sitting in the stairwell this evening. What will happen when he discovers it? Who really cares?
I had to deal with a lot of ignorant and arrogant fools during the course of the day. However, I do not care to detail my annoyance. I was also treated like a homeless guy at several places where I made an appearance. I became quite perturbed when I should have just been laughing to myself. Those fools mean nothing to me. They are not even a full step above the sugar ants as far as I am concerned.
My hurdy-gurdy video collection has become meaningless as well. In fact, I have become a non-participating member of Pure T 'n A. I made my 2.234 ratio. Now, there's nothing left to accomplish. Downloading hurdy-gurdy "torrents" has only caused premature wear-and-tear on my computer's hard drive. Incidentally, I have perused the Ubuntu Linux system logs to see if could located the source of the freezing problem with video playback. There were abnormalities with the kernel. The X.org logs showed no anomalies as well. I can now assume that Gnome® is the culprit.
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Meanderings
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day followed a routine entrenched deep in tradition. Of course, we all know the drill. I was happy to enjoy a cup of coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center early this morning along with all of the myriad senior citizens who also have nothing else better to do.
At the library, I completed reading Weisman's book, "The World Without Us." I also photocopied more stuff to send off with the documentation to Capital Pacific Group, which I put in the mail on the way to the gym. We'll see what happens next.
Upon completion of my workout and a long warm shower at the gym, I boarded a Route 1 bus heading to Kahala Mall. It was extremely crowded after taking on people at the next two stops. I became claustrophobic and alighted at Punchbowl Street. I boarded a bus heading to Ala Moana Center. My plan was to catch the Route 23 bus on its way out, but I discovered that I had missed that bus by a couple of minutes. With about an hour of time to wait, I walked to Foodland and purchased a muffin and a banana for a snack.
After I ate my delicious snack, I made a hasty decision to ride the Route 6 bus to Mo'ili'ili. From there, I transferred to a Route 1 bus heading back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I finally arrived at the dump at 5:45pm. Surprisingly, I found the Indian guy busy cleaning the entire second floor common area. He mopped the floor using the new Chinaman's mop (without permission). To contribute to the effort, I used the Eureka® Optima bagless vacuum cleaner to suction the remaining loose particles from the floor. The Chinaman's mop, now completely filthy, was still sitting in the stairwell at the end of the evening.
Incidentally, the slippery Chinaman has not heeded the landlord. His young ho' is still residing in his room. The slippery trollop parks her car on the side street and sneaks in after 9pm. In the morning, the ho' waits until the landlord leaves before she herself departs. Very slippery, that Chinaman and his ho'.
Well, I found a new version of Linux that may be worthy of installing once it is completed. The "distro" (i.e., distribution) is called xPUD. Great name, huh? It has a very small footprint and loads really fast. Actually, though, I was thinking of installing Xfce to replace Gnome®. Then again, why even bother?
At the library, I completed reading Weisman's book, "The World Without Us." I also photocopied more stuff to send off with the documentation to Capital Pacific Group, which I put in the mail on the way to the gym. We'll see what happens next.
Upon completion of my workout and a long warm shower at the gym, I boarded a Route 1 bus heading to Kahala Mall. It was extremely crowded after taking on people at the next two stops. I became claustrophobic and alighted at Punchbowl Street. I boarded a bus heading to Ala Moana Center. My plan was to catch the Route 23 bus on its way out, but I discovered that I had missed that bus by a couple of minutes. With about an hour of time to wait, I walked to Foodland and purchased a muffin and a banana for a snack.
After I ate my delicious snack, I made a hasty decision to ride the Route 6 bus to Mo'ili'ili. From there, I transferred to a Route 1 bus heading back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I finally arrived at the dump at 5:45pm. Surprisingly, I found the Indian guy busy cleaning the entire second floor common area. He mopped the floor using the new Chinaman's mop (without permission). To contribute to the effort, I used the Eureka® Optima bagless vacuum cleaner to suction the remaining loose particles from the floor. The Chinaman's mop, now completely filthy, was still sitting in the stairwell at the end of the evening.
Incidentally, the slippery Chinaman has not heeded the landlord. His young ho' is still residing in his room. The slippery trollop parks her car on the side street and sneaks in after 9pm. In the morning, the ho' waits until the landlord leaves before she herself departs. Very slippery, that Chinaman and his ho'.
Well, I found a new version of Linux that may be worthy of installing once it is completed. The "distro" (i.e., distribution) is called xPUD. Great name, huh? It has a very small footprint and loads really fast. Actually, though, I was thinking of installing Xfce to replace Gnome®. Then again, why even bother?
Friday, October 23, 2009
Denied Again
Well, Blogger® was back in operation by 10pm last night, so I was able to upload the "blog." I'm not sure about the details, but the effect on the "blog" was minimal. No one even noticed, what, with maybe one or two legitimate readers every few days. Sheesh!
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:40am this morning. I stopped off at Koko Marina for a few minutes to sit on the concrete bench that overlooks the parking lot. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina. Lunch was courtesy Zippy's. For dessert, moms served up Queen Emma Cake and Foremost® coffee ice cream. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.
The rest of the day was near-formulaic urban nomad. I had to take yet another cold shower at the gym. There is no evidence that hot water will ever be restored. I surmise that the whole charade is a cost-cutting measure. Since that gym is the only game in town (in Hawai'i Kai), its members are powerless to do anything.
I also sat on the same concrete bench overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot for another hour or so. Later, I decided to eat dinner at Taco Bell®. When I entered the joint, I saw about 50 school-aged kids sitting at various tables and making a lot of noise. There were a couple of families who sat in silence, only looking up whenever the punks knocked over the trash can (several times). The crew of Taco Bell® also acted sheepishly, preferring no confrontation. I purchased my two bean burritos with green sauce, no red sauce, and sat in one of the booths to eat my meal. I was simply waiting for something to fly in my direction before invoking Lou's School of Etiquette. Fortunately, nothing happened.
The school kids were running amuck everywhere since this was the first "furlough day" for public school teachers. The juveniles now have three-day weekends. The moneychangers and powers-that-be have executed such a precise plan to bring the rank-and-file peons to their knees. The progeny of the rank-and-file are now destined to be illiterate turds whose only skill will be to create mayhem wherever they go. A new class of "useless eaters" is being readied for the "great die-off."
The heatwave returned several days ago. Once again, there is a clear absence of trade winds. So, the ambient temperature and humidity are both unbearable. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the dump was hotter than an oven. Alan, the guy living on the first floor with the new Chinaman, mentioned that he had spoken with the landlord. So, the Chinaman's ho' was apparently not authorized to stay at Slob Manor. Alan also locked me out of the house when I took out some recyclables to the recycle bin. That was his way of warning me to lock the door whenever I leave. He has been complaining that no one locks the door upon leaving the dump. He came very close to being permanently maimed. Alan will also need to perform his version of operant conditioning on both the Indian guy and the new Chinaman because neither lock the front door when departing.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening has wielded its ugly head. I had thought of going somewhere ... Kahala Mall perhaps ... just to escape the heat. When I was done piddling around in my squalid room, I noticed that the time on the Advance Time Technologies wind-up clock (made in China) was 8:40pm. Way too late to go to the mall. Oh well.
On a sad note, the free Ubuntu Linux CDs are now being rationed out to "select" users. I am one of the many who have been permanently weeded out from receiving any future copies. In other words, if I want a copy of any new releases, I will have to burn the ISO on a CD myself. That's all fine and dandy, but the crappy CD burning software (i.e., Brasero) never worked, so I uninstalled it. What will I do now? If I must burn my own ISO, then I may as well change to another "distro" (i.e., distribution).
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 7:40am this morning. I stopped off at Koko Marina for a few minutes to sit on the concrete bench that overlooks the parking lot. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina. Lunch was courtesy Zippy's. For dessert, moms served up Queen Emma Cake and Foremost® coffee ice cream. I kept moms company until 1:30pm.
The rest of the day was near-formulaic urban nomad. I had to take yet another cold shower at the gym. There is no evidence that hot water will ever be restored. I surmise that the whole charade is a cost-cutting measure. Since that gym is the only game in town (in Hawai'i Kai), its members are powerless to do anything.
I also sat on the same concrete bench overlooking the Koko Marina parking lot for another hour or so. Later, I decided to eat dinner at Taco Bell®. When I entered the joint, I saw about 50 school-aged kids sitting at various tables and making a lot of noise. There were a couple of families who sat in silence, only looking up whenever the punks knocked over the trash can (several times). The crew of Taco Bell® also acted sheepishly, preferring no confrontation. I purchased my two bean burritos with green sauce, no red sauce, and sat in one of the booths to eat my meal. I was simply waiting for something to fly in my direction before invoking Lou's School of Etiquette. Fortunately, nothing happened.
The school kids were running amuck everywhere since this was the first "furlough day" for public school teachers. The juveniles now have three-day weekends. The moneychangers and powers-that-be have executed such a precise plan to bring the rank-and-file peons to their knees. The progeny of the rank-and-file are now destined to be illiterate turds whose only skill will be to create mayhem wherever they go. A new class of "useless eaters" is being readied for the "great die-off."
The heatwave returned several days ago. Once again, there is a clear absence of trade winds. So, the ambient temperature and humidity are both unbearable. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the dump was hotter than an oven. Alan, the guy living on the first floor with the new Chinaman, mentioned that he had spoken with the landlord. So, the Chinaman's ho' was apparently not authorized to stay at Slob Manor. Alan also locked me out of the house when I took out some recyclables to the recycle bin. That was his way of warning me to lock the door whenever I leave. He has been complaining that no one locks the door upon leaving the dump. He came very close to being permanently maimed. Alan will also need to perform his version of operant conditioning on both the Indian guy and the new Chinaman because neither lock the front door when departing.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening has wielded its ugly head. I had thought of going somewhere ... Kahala Mall perhaps ... just to escape the heat. When I was done piddling around in my squalid room, I noticed that the time on the Advance Time Technologies wind-up clock (made in China) was 8:40pm. Way too late to go to the mall. Oh well.
On a sad note, the free Ubuntu Linux CDs are now being rationed out to "select" users. I am one of the many who have been permanently weeded out from receiving any future copies. In other words, if I want a copy of any new releases, I will have to burn the ISO on a CD myself. That's all fine and dandy, but the crappy CD burning software (i.e., Brasero) never worked, so I uninstalled it. What will I do now? If I must burn my own ISO, then I may as well change to another "distro" (i.e., distribution).
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Discombobulation (Reprise)
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was straight out of the urban nomad textbook. Nothing out of the ordinary transpired. At the library, I ran into Steve, a former Asylum and Diploma Mill student. What's funny is that I was jut thinking about him a few days ago. In fact, the last time I had seen him as at the library. I am also continuing to read Weisman's book, "The World Without Us." Aside from his numerous verbal excursions to the Altar of Darwin in the Church of Evolution, Weisman's book has been quite interesting and thought-provoking.
I stopped by my local bank in order to get a claim form notarized before sending it off to Capital Pacific Group. According to the Feedjit® Live Feed, there have been several visitors who stumbled across the "blog" while searching for information about Capital Pacific Group. If they are patient enough, they will be able to follow my dealings with the firm to its conclusion.
I performed my usual workout at the gym, took a long warm shower, and rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Speaking of Slob Manor, I should mention that Alan, the guy on the first floor, is not the model of sanity either. He works on various military bases as a cop, but he is not an MP (i.e., military police) per se. He's a couple of years older than I am. He's been single all of his life, and it's easy to see why. His room is completely stuffed up to the ceiling with his possessions. He's non-descript and deadpan, kind of like Sargeant Joe Friday in the original "Dragnet" series. I'm not sure if he takes showers often because he smells putrid most of the time. According to the Indian guy, Alan also use an electric food smoker in his room. Well, what can we expect? Slob Manor is an insane asylum. And, I'm one of the inmates.
Disconnection and divestiture of useless items are still slow and on-going processes. This morning, I sprayed the last of my supply of chlorine bleach all over the bathroom fixtures, sink, commode, and shower. Then, I dumped the plastic spray bottle into the recycle bin. I will no longer be performing that chore. Neither will I take out any of the trash cans or recycling bins on collection days. I am completely disconnecting myself from the affairs of Slob Manor. I am also depleting all of my consumables without replenishing them as I move to JIT (read: "just in time") inventorying.
Blogger® went off-line at about 8:15pm HST this evening, while I was composing the "blog." No big deal. There's never anything important in the "blog" anyway. So, I'll leave it at that.
I stopped by my local bank in order to get a claim form notarized before sending it off to Capital Pacific Group. According to the Feedjit® Live Feed, there have been several visitors who stumbled across the "blog" while searching for information about Capital Pacific Group. If they are patient enough, they will be able to follow my dealings with the firm to its conclusion.
I performed my usual workout at the gym, took a long warm shower, and rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Speaking of Slob Manor, I should mention that Alan, the guy on the first floor, is not the model of sanity either. He works on various military bases as a cop, but he is not an MP (i.e., military police) per se. He's a couple of years older than I am. He's been single all of his life, and it's easy to see why. His room is completely stuffed up to the ceiling with his possessions. He's non-descript and deadpan, kind of like Sargeant Joe Friday in the original "Dragnet" series. I'm not sure if he takes showers often because he smells putrid most of the time. According to the Indian guy, Alan also use an electric food smoker in his room. Well, what can we expect? Slob Manor is an insane asylum. And, I'm one of the inmates.
Disconnection and divestiture of useless items are still slow and on-going processes. This morning, I sprayed the last of my supply of chlorine bleach all over the bathroom fixtures, sink, commode, and shower. Then, I dumped the plastic spray bottle into the recycle bin. I will no longer be performing that chore. Neither will I take out any of the trash cans or recycling bins on collection days. I am completely disconnecting myself from the affairs of Slob Manor. I am also depleting all of my consumables without replenishing them as I move to JIT (read: "just in time") inventorying.
Blogger® went off-line at about 8:15pm HST this evening, while I was composing the "blog." No big deal. There's never anything important in the "blog" anyway. So, I'll leave it at that.
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Milestone or Millstone?
Bored with the typical urban nomad kind-of-a-day, I opted to sit with a nice cup of coffee in the Makai Market at Ala Moana Center. Imagine the ol' lavahead sitting there in a catatonic state along with all of the other senior citizens who have nothing else better to do. An hour elapsed before I snapped out of the stupor.
There were a lot of the homeless and assorted other derelicts wandering through the mall. A few of them were also sitting around in catatonic stupors. While I was waiting for the bus to town, I happened to see a lot of tents set up across the street in Ala Moana Beach Park. I am certain that the "campers" are homeless. That's when I came up with the brilliant idea that I could do the same. In the day, I would pitch a tent in the park and sleep. I would park my Nissan® Frontier truck in the Ala Moana Center parking structure at daybreak. At 10pm or so, I would pack up and drive off to start my day. I could go to the gym and eat dinner at a 24-hour joint. Then, it dawned upon me ... what would I do until 8am in the morning? Where would I park the truck? And, where would I hang out for five or six hours? Back to the drawing board, eh?
Naturally, I ended up at the library. No surprise there. Later, I made a quick stop at my local bank to inquire if there was a Notary Public available. Sure enough. I then entered the gym to begin my usual workout routine. After I dressed in my workout attire, I entered one of the restroom stalls. Within seconds, the power went out. There are no emergency lights in the locker room. A burst of chaos ensued. People were using their cell phone displays as flashlights. Others were feeling their way around in the dark. I wandered upstairs. Justin, a former student of mine at the Diploma Mill and one of the personal trainers, assisted me. Using his backlit cell phone display, I was able to open my locker. I changed back into my urban nomad attire and exited the gym.
I was at a loss to decide what I should do next. After a few minutes of comatose behavior, I figured that my best bet was to ride the bus to the Kapi'olani gym. After I crossed King Street, I happened to look back toward the bank (which is next door to the gym). The lights were back on. So, I walked back to gym and completed most of my workout. During my long warm shower, I was privy to watch my towel fall into a puddle of filthy water for no apparent reason. I have no idea why the towel popped off the little bracket. That has never happened before. One could say that the sinister kahuna was involved. I had to use the ten square-inches of the towel that was still clean in order to wipe myself off. Fortunately, I had already planned to perform the dreaded laundry chores once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
There really is nothing redeeming to say about my eventual return to Slob Manor this afternoon. I have only another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to anticipate. A lesser monk would have "thrown in the towel" and indulged in cheap booze by now. I, on the other hand, have remained sober. Cheap booze only makes me nauseous anyway. After all, I am senior citizen now. I passed the first milestone when I received my AARP® membership. Next month, my second milestone comes up. I will qualify for the Ross® senior discount. Milestone, or millstone around my neck? Lord, have mercy!
There were a lot of the homeless and assorted other derelicts wandering through the mall. A few of them were also sitting around in catatonic stupors. While I was waiting for the bus to town, I happened to see a lot of tents set up across the street in Ala Moana Beach Park. I am certain that the "campers" are homeless. That's when I came up with the brilliant idea that I could do the same. In the day, I would pitch a tent in the park and sleep. I would park my Nissan® Frontier truck in the Ala Moana Center parking structure at daybreak. At 10pm or so, I would pack up and drive off to start my day. I could go to the gym and eat dinner at a 24-hour joint. Then, it dawned upon me ... what would I do until 8am in the morning? Where would I park the truck? And, where would I hang out for five or six hours? Back to the drawing board, eh?
Naturally, I ended up at the library. No surprise there. Later, I made a quick stop at my local bank to inquire if there was a Notary Public available. Sure enough. I then entered the gym to begin my usual workout routine. After I dressed in my workout attire, I entered one of the restroom stalls. Within seconds, the power went out. There are no emergency lights in the locker room. A burst of chaos ensued. People were using their cell phone displays as flashlights. Others were feeling their way around in the dark. I wandered upstairs. Justin, a former student of mine at the Diploma Mill and one of the personal trainers, assisted me. Using his backlit cell phone display, I was able to open my locker. I changed back into my urban nomad attire and exited the gym.
I was at a loss to decide what I should do next. After a few minutes of comatose behavior, I figured that my best bet was to ride the bus to the Kapi'olani gym. After I crossed King Street, I happened to look back toward the bank (which is next door to the gym). The lights were back on. So, I walked back to gym and completed most of my workout. During my long warm shower, I was privy to watch my towel fall into a puddle of filthy water for no apparent reason. I have no idea why the towel popped off the little bracket. That has never happened before. One could say that the sinister kahuna was involved. I had to use the ten square-inches of the towel that was still clean in order to wipe myself off. Fortunately, I had already planned to perform the dreaded laundry chores once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
There really is nothing redeeming to say about my eventual return to Slob Manor this afternoon. I have only another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to anticipate. A lesser monk would have "thrown in the towel" and indulged in cheap booze by now. I, on the other hand, have remained sober. Cheap booze only makes me nauseous anyway. After all, I am senior citizen now. I passed the first milestone when I received my AARP® membership. Next month, my second milestone comes up. I will qualify for the Ross® senior discount. Milestone, or millstone around my neck? Lord, have mercy!
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Catatonia (Continued)
"If that fails, I'll renew my contact lens prescription, work out like a fiend, dust off my dance skills, and bleach my hair platinum blond. Then I'll seduce that one rich chick that happens to be really fat, and/or batshit insane. It'll be the hardest damn money I ever earn. But I'll be set for the rest of my clueless existence." -- from Devin's "blog"Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... catatonic, yet mind-numbing as always. I had thought about detouring through Ala Moana Center by bus, but I happened to see the Route 24 bus being worked on by the mobile maintenance crew at the Aina Haina Shopping Center bus stop as the Route 1L bus that I was riding passed by. So, I remained on board all the way to town. The only highlight of the day was an extremely long warm shower at the gym.
The new Chinaman apparently had a guy stay over in his room with him last night, apparently another Chinaman. The slippers (read: slippahs) laying on the mat outside his room were way too big for a babe. In addition, I could only hear male voices conversing. Incidentally, I am not certain whether his babe is authorized to reside in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The landlord's rules do not permit overnight guests. The ho' always leaves very early in the morning and returns in clandestine fashion late at night. Oddly, the ho' is at least 25 years younger than the Chinaman. Whassup wi' dat? Believe me, the Chinaman is no stud, and he evidently has no money since he is living in Slob Manor. Well, now that the landlord has moved back onto the property, the clandestine activity may have been mummified.
By the way, there are now bunches of rotting flowers lying around in buckets of water in the second floor common area of Slob Manor. The Indian guy must have created the bouquet of flowers that I saw him with the other day. The sugar ants seem to really like the flowers, too. A thick trail of sugar ants from the kitchen window downstairs found its way upstairs to the flowers. I used the new Chinaman's bug spray to commit mass ant genocide, since it was lying around conveniently downstairs.
As far as the ol' lavahead is concerned, he's been trying to keep his mind distracted from any disturbing issues. The clowns at Slob Manor are bad enough, but there are obviously more pressing survival and metaphysical issues at hand. I certainly do not profess to have the answers. However, I have been more concerned about whether I should mummify Ubuntu Linux in favor of another "distro" (i.e., distribution). Ain't that something?
Monday, October 19, 2009
Catatonia
"New financial resources will soon become available to you." -- from Panda Express® fortune cookieI was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:45am this morning. I was a little early, so I stopped off at Koko Marina. I sat on one of the benches overlooking the parking lot. Like a homeless guy, I watched the world go by while in a catatonic state.
Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai, with lunch courtesy Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1pm. I was fortunate to find shaded parking in Koko Marina. I walked to the library and spent about an hour there. The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. As to be expected, there was no hot water at the gym. So, I took a very short cold shower. One week has elapsed since I reported the problem to the staff.
I was quite full from lunch, so I was in a quandary about what to eat for dinner. There just was no way that I could tolerate a Spam® Musubi. So, I ended up at Taco Bell®. I ordered one bean burrito with green sauce, no red sauce, which actually cost less than a detestable Spam® Musubi. And, the green sauce was actually in the burrito this time.
Reluctantly, I drove back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I am still parking the truck about two blocks away on the side street. So far, no vandalism has occurred. And, from what I can tell, the sugar ants are long gone. As for the evening, I am looking forward to the same urban nomad kind-of-shit.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Freedom in Dereliction
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday took a bus detour to Ala Moana Center this morning. I arrived there at 8:40am and immediately headed to Foodland to purchase a cup of coffee. I discovered that all of the coffee canisters were completely dry. So, I approached the Filipino ho' at the deli counter for assistance. Snidely, she asked, "You want something?" This is how anyone who is mistaken to be homeless is treated. I was finally able to procure a cup of coffee. I then sat in the Makai Market for about an hour.
I rode the bus to town and walked directly to the gym. I did not even bother to check my mail at the Post Office. Fortunately, I caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer when I entered the establishment. Baby was looking mighty fine. I performed my usual workout and took a long warm shower.
Afterward, I made my way back to Ala Moana, whereupon I purchased a Yakitori Bento from Foodland. Why do I keep going back to that dump? Then, I rode the bus to Kahala Mall. Naturally, I ate my bento while sitting on a concrete bench in the desolate office area adjacent to the mall. A few people who parked their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) nearby looked at me in disgust. They obviously mistook me for a homeless guy. After enjoying my snack, I ended up at Barnes & Noble®. I did my best to make enjoy my visit, even though I was amongst the most snobbish of the affluent class.
I finally set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:45pm. The Indian guy was on his way out with a huge bouquet of flowers. Perhaps he has found a babe. Let's hope so. I, on the other hand, only have my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. That's better than nothing, eh?
I made a panini on my beloved DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. However, I must admit that I have become disillusioned with my panini creations. I happened to espy several huge panini at one of the vendors in the Makai Market, which made my squished little things seem so pathetic in comparison. Why do I choose to live in squalor?
Of course, a squished panini does not reveal the whole story. I am just not cut out for the modern life of a satanic gargoyle. I prefer extreme simplicity. I enjoy solitude. In fact, I am not lonely, as many people would believe. I have no desire for company. That's another reason why I will not be hookin' up with babes. I need to live alone and in peace. All social contact must be minimized to retain sanity. As I am now often mistaken for a homeless guy, I am well on my way to freedom.
I rode the bus to town and walked directly to the gym. I did not even bother to check my mail at the Post Office. Fortunately, I caught a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer when I entered the establishment. Baby was looking mighty fine. I performed my usual workout and took a long warm shower.
Afterward, I made my way back to Ala Moana, whereupon I purchased a Yakitori Bento from Foodland. Why do I keep going back to that dump? Then, I rode the bus to Kahala Mall. Naturally, I ate my bento while sitting on a concrete bench in the desolate office area adjacent to the mall. A few people who parked their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) nearby looked at me in disgust. They obviously mistook me for a homeless guy. After enjoying my snack, I ended up at Barnes & Noble®. I did my best to make enjoy my visit, even though I was amongst the most snobbish of the affluent class.
I finally set foot in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:45pm. The Indian guy was on his way out with a huge bouquet of flowers. Perhaps he has found a babe. Let's hope so. I, on the other hand, only have my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. That's better than nothing, eh?
I made a panini on my beloved DeLonghi® "retro" contact grill and panini press. However, I must admit that I have become disillusioned with my panini creations. I happened to espy several huge panini at one of the vendors in the Makai Market, which made my squished little things seem so pathetic in comparison. Why do I choose to live in squalor?
Of course, a squished panini does not reveal the whole story. I am just not cut out for the modern life of a satanic gargoyle. I prefer extreme simplicity. I enjoy solitude. In fact, I am not lonely, as many people would believe. I have no desire for company. That's another reason why I will not be hookin' up with babes. I need to live alone and in peace. All social contact must be minimized to retain sanity. As I am now often mistaken for a homeless guy, I am well on my way to freedom.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Cacophony Redux
Last night, the new Chinaman abruptly departed at 9:30pm. He and his ho' returned around midnight. Fortunately, they had enough sense to not indulge in loud music at that hour.
I departed at 7:30am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. My destination? New City Nissan® in Kalihi. I had an oil change performed on the truck for a whopping $38 and some change. Yes, the price went up quite bit. Well, at least I was able to drink a couple of cups of free, albeit lousy, coffee.
I had planned to make the most of my outing, so I drove directly to Ala Moana Center afterward. I easily found shaded parking. Then, I meandered to Barnes & Noble®. I purchased a real cup of coffee to enjoy. While browsing around the store, I discovered that the hottie bookseller was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way.
I finally rode the bus to town at 11am. Then, I followed my usual urban nomad routine. There was free ethnic entertainment (Mahalohalo Kolintang Ensemble and Tekniqlingz Dance Crew) at the library, so I did not get much reading done. And, I was able to take a nice long warm shower after my workout at the gym. I felt much better.
I rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center, eager to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. However, the mall was overflowing with satanic gargoyles by then. I perused a few stores. All of the sales people ignored me, although some came close to pushing me out of the way to assist people who did not look homeless. Everyone except the ol' lavahead was on a shopping spree. I could not believe the number of people who were purchasing huge widescreen LCD tubes. Everywhere I looked, people were toting huge shopping bags filled with stuff. Other people were talking incessantly on their cell phones. Lots of obese people were stuffing their faces with pastries and sodas. Sadly, a few homeless people were sitting around in catatonia.
Quite suddenly, I experienced a sensory overload. I became inundated, so I sat down on one of the wooden benches near the Post Office. I did not get back up for almost an hour. I felt both alienated and disconnected. I wanted to purchase something to eat, but I just couldn't move. I was frozen in indecision. Then, after weighing the cost of ready-made food in relation to my disconnect, I realized that I was better off just leaving the consumer slosh pit.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the consumerist mecca of East O'ahu, namely Kahala Mall. While not as packed as Ala Moana Center, there were still quite a few people engaged in the same forms of spending and eating gluttony.
I opted to purchase my humble dinner at Taco Bell®. I was actually treated well by the counter person, although she did not get my order straight. Instead of three bean burritos with green sauce (no red sauce), I was given three bean burritos with no sauce. I had already walked to the desolate office building complex when I discovered the error. I sat on a concrete bench, fighting the gale force winds, while I choked down my tasteless burritos in solitude. I also spilled water on the front of my tattered tank top. So, I had to wait for it to dry before going back into the mall.
After realizing that my day had not turned out anything like I imagined, I decided to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), albeit reluctantly. All that's left is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening with a sugar ant invasion in progress.
I departed at 7:30am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. My destination? New City Nissan® in Kalihi. I had an oil change performed on the truck for a whopping $38 and some change. Yes, the price went up quite bit. Well, at least I was able to drink a couple of cups of free, albeit lousy, coffee.
I had planned to make the most of my outing, so I drove directly to Ala Moana Center afterward. I easily found shaded parking. Then, I meandered to Barnes & Noble®. I purchased a real cup of coffee to enjoy. While browsing around the store, I discovered that the hottie bookseller was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine, by the way.
I finally rode the bus to town at 11am. Then, I followed my usual urban nomad routine. There was free ethnic entertainment (Mahalohalo Kolintang Ensemble and Tekniqlingz Dance Crew) at the library, so I did not get much reading done. And, I was able to take a nice long warm shower after my workout at the gym. I felt much better.
I rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center, eager to enjoy the rest of the afternoon. However, the mall was overflowing with satanic gargoyles by then. I perused a few stores. All of the sales people ignored me, although some came close to pushing me out of the way to assist people who did not look homeless. Everyone except the ol' lavahead was on a shopping spree. I could not believe the number of people who were purchasing huge widescreen LCD tubes. Everywhere I looked, people were toting huge shopping bags filled with stuff. Other people were talking incessantly on their cell phones. Lots of obese people were stuffing their faces with pastries and sodas. Sadly, a few homeless people were sitting around in catatonia.
Quite suddenly, I experienced a sensory overload. I became inundated, so I sat down on one of the wooden benches near the Post Office. I did not get back up for almost an hour. I felt both alienated and disconnected. I wanted to purchase something to eat, but I just couldn't move. I was frozen in indecision. Then, after weighing the cost of ready-made food in relation to my disconnect, I realized that I was better off just leaving the consumer slosh pit.
I drove my Nissan® Frontier truck to the consumerist mecca of East O'ahu, namely Kahala Mall. While not as packed as Ala Moana Center, there were still quite a few people engaged in the same forms of spending and eating gluttony.
I opted to purchase my humble dinner at Taco Bell®. I was actually treated well by the counter person, although she did not get my order straight. Instead of three bean burritos with green sauce (no red sauce), I was given three bean burritos with no sauce. I had already walked to the desolate office building complex when I discovered the error. I sat on a concrete bench, fighting the gale force winds, while I choked down my tasteless burritos in solitude. I also spilled water on the front of my tattered tank top. So, I had to wait for it to dry before going back into the mall.
After realizing that my day had not turned out anything like I imagined, I decided to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), albeit reluctantly. All that's left is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening with a sugar ant invasion in progress.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Stupidity Incorporated LLC
Every morning, sometimes as early as 5am, I am privy to hear the Indian guy's shit-shave-shower routine. The extravaganza begins with the huge mysterious thud that shakes the floor prior to a two-flusher. Then, after slamming the doors of the medicine cabinet over and over again, the Indian takes a shower. He has three empty liquid soap bottles along with one that is almost empty, all of which are sitting precariously in the shower caddy. All of the bulky plastic bottles obviously do not fit in the caddy, so he must juggle all of them in order to use the one that has some liquid soap left. Juggling the plastic bottles entails slamming one or more of them into the wall or dropping them on the bottom of the tub. Oddly, there is a trash can right next to the shower. In a matter of days, there will be five plastic liquid soap bottles in the shower caddy. Are people that stupid? Yes, they are.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8am this morning. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina, with lunch courtesy Loco Moco. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert along with an unusual cinnamon roll prepared like a muffin. The rest of the afternoon followed the usual routine. There was still no hot water at the gym. Five days now, and there is no sign that anyone is working on the problem.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the new Chinaman and his slut have taken over the entire first floor of the house including the kitchen and the dining area. There are also two fake jade Confucius gargoyles situated on both sides of the front door, no doubt to fend off "evil spirits." I briefly spoke with Alan, the housemate on the first floor. He did not seem too pleased with the state-of-affairs.
The new Chinaman and his slut returned to the dump at about 9pm this evening. I was privy to listen to really crappy music full blast on the Chinaman's mediocre stereo system. This is the age of personal music players, for fuck's sake. Why am I always subjected to idiots who need to listen to music really loud on an out-of-date and distorting stereo system? Too bad that I no longer own the Bose® Acoustic Wave®. Well, needless to say, I have commenced an informal search to find alternative rental housing.
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8am this morning. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina, with lunch courtesy Loco Moco. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert along with an unusual cinnamon roll prepared like a muffin. The rest of the afternoon followed the usual routine. There was still no hot water at the gym. Five days now, and there is no sign that anyone is working on the problem.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the new Chinaman and his slut have taken over the entire first floor of the house including the kitchen and the dining area. There are also two fake jade Confucius gargoyles situated on both sides of the front door, no doubt to fend off "evil spirits." I briefly spoke with Alan, the housemate on the first floor. He did not seem too pleased with the state-of-affairs.
The new Chinaman and his slut returned to the dump at about 9pm this evening. I was privy to listen to really crappy music full blast on the Chinaman's mediocre stereo system. This is the age of personal music players, for fuck's sake. Why am I always subjected to idiots who need to listen to music really loud on an out-of-date and distorting stereo system? Too bad that I no longer own the Bose® Acoustic Wave®. Well, needless to say, I have commenced an informal search to find alternative rental housing.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
More Trouble Ahead
I neglected to mention that I was in a foul mood yesterday, which almost ruined the entire day. The cold shower at the gym did not help matters. The crux of the matter is my inability to completely emancipate myself from the "system." Mind you, I have come a long way. I am much more removed from the "system" than my peers, but that is not enough. As any fool can see, the "system" is consuming our souls. As I have so little time left on the planet, I can no longer patiently deal with the unacceptable.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day found the ol' lavahead relaxing with a cup of coffee at the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center at 10am this morning. I certainly had no pressing engagements. I was definitely not missing out on anything important in town. When I finally arrived at the library, I realized that I had absolutely nothing important to accomplish. I commenced reading the book, "The World Without Us," by Alan Weisman. I am actually waiting for two other books to be returned, one being the new title by Chris Hedges.
The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. I had to deal with myriad rude and self-absorbed morons. Even the gym was not a safe haven. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that Jason, the new Chinaman, has moved his babe into the house. For some reason, she is occupying the former Chinaman's room. I mentioned my discovery to Alan, the housemate on the first floor. He didn't seem to be too impressed with her. I told Alan that my days at Slob Manor may be numbered. I had seen the slant-eyed slut the other day. When I gave her a polite salutation, the trollop ignored me. Alan had a similar experience. I suspect that there will be trouble ahead when the ho' takes over the house.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening found me stationed in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer for another round of endless entertainment. I finally performed the first kernel upgrade for Ubuntu Linux. So far, the computer still functions. I have one more kernel upgrade to perform (still in the queue). I had put off those upgrades for several months out of fear that I would disable my computer. As a seasoned Linux user, I now know better.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day found the ol' lavahead relaxing with a cup of coffee at the Makai Market in Ala Moana Center at 10am this morning. I certainly had no pressing engagements. I was definitely not missing out on anything important in town. When I finally arrived at the library, I realized that I had absolutely nothing important to accomplish. I commenced reading the book, "The World Without Us," by Alan Weisman. I am actually waiting for two other books to be returned, one being the new title by Chris Hedges.
The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. I had to deal with myriad rude and self-absorbed morons. Even the gym was not a safe haven. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that Jason, the new Chinaman, has moved his babe into the house. For some reason, she is occupying the former Chinaman's room. I mentioned my discovery to Alan, the housemate on the first floor. He didn't seem to be too impressed with her. I told Alan that my days at Slob Manor may be numbered. I had seen the slant-eyed slut the other day. When I gave her a polite salutation, the trollop ignored me. Alan had a similar experience. I suspect that there will be trouble ahead when the ho' takes over the house.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening found me stationed in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer for another round of endless entertainment. I finally performed the first kernel upgrade for Ubuntu Linux. So far, the computer still functions. I have one more kernel upgrade to perform (still in the queue). I had put off those upgrades for several months out of fear that I would disable my computer. As a seasoned Linux user, I now know better.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Endless Entertainment
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:15am this morning. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai with lunch courtesy Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day was formulaic urban nomad. No details are necessary.
I should mention that I had to take another cold shower at the gym. I have no idea why the water heater has not been repaired in two days. A printed sign at the entrance to the locker room stated that "the matter would be resolved as soon as possible." What exactly does that mean? How long does it take to call a repair outfit?
Last night, I attempted a variety of fruitless maneuvers to prevent Mplayer from freezing Gnome®. However, all I ended up doing was completely disabling the audio. I did not discover the problem until this evening. I was able to calmly undo everything and enable the audio again. I also installed the latest Opera browser. However, it did not match the "Dust" theme of my desktop, so I uninstalled it. I am reluctantly remaining loyal to Firefox, the browser that crashes all the time. I did find a cure for one annoying problem. I discovered the FlashGot plug-in, which allows an external download manager to override the one in Firefox. Thus, if I am downloading a file and Firefox crashes, the file will continue to download. I am using the Gwget download manager. The computer and Ubuntu Linux ... an endless source of entertainment for the ol' lavahead.
I should mention that I had to take another cold shower at the gym. I have no idea why the water heater has not been repaired in two days. A printed sign at the entrance to the locker room stated that "the matter would be resolved as soon as possible." What exactly does that mean? How long does it take to call a repair outfit?
Last night, I attempted a variety of fruitless maneuvers to prevent Mplayer from freezing Gnome®. However, all I ended up doing was completely disabling the audio. I did not discover the problem until this evening. I was able to calmly undo everything and enable the audio again. I also installed the latest Opera browser. However, it did not match the "Dust" theme of my desktop, so I uninstalled it. I am reluctantly remaining loyal to Firefox, the browser that crashes all the time. I did find a cure for one annoying problem. I discovered the FlashGot plug-in, which allows an external download manager to override the one in Firefox. Thus, if I am downloading a file and Firefox crashes, the file will continue to download. I am using the Gwget download manager. The computer and Ubuntu Linux ... an endless source of entertainment for the ol' lavahead.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Inconveniences of Old Age
Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I was forced to take a cold shower at the gym. I had noticed that the sinks in the locker room had not hot water, so I reported the matter to the staff. Apparently, no one else bothered. I even saw people in the shower. Unfortunately, the hot water was not restored when I took my shower.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was punctuated by the usual rout of meaninglessness. At the library, I completed reading Freund's book, "Digging Through the Bible." No other comment is necessary. I also lapsed in and out of a coma repeatedly for no apparent reason. Perhaps my rote routine is finally affecting my psyche. Or, maybe my body is becoming addicted to caffeine again.
I completed my usual gym routine before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Fortunately, I was able to enjoy a warm shower. As usual, I have to look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Woe is me!
The Indian guy has been extremely noisy lately, slamming his door every time he goes in and out of his squalid little room. Then, when he takes a dump, there is a huge thud that shakes the floor just seconds before he flushes the commode. I don't know if his butt gets stuck in the seat, and the seat violently separates from his butt when he stands up. Or, did he drop the "Big One" in the bowl? Perhaps he needs to take his Beachbody® P90X® supplement much more often. I will say that he does his keep his "babe magnet" automobile in pristine condition. That's about the only thing that he takes care of religiously. Yet, for all the money spent on that albatross, where are the babes? A fool and his money are soon parted.
Two days ago, I had posted a query for help on the Ubuntu Support Forums about all media players freezing the Gnome desktop (see "blog" of January 20th). The few replies that I received mentioned audio drivers in passing. So, out of curiosity, I did more searching and came up with an interesting article on the Freshmeat site. The choice of an audio driver and audio parameters may be the cause of the freezing problem. Right now, I am specifically working with Mplayer. I happened to notice that the audio driver was set for Pulse Audio when it should have been set for Alsa. I am also experimenting with more parameters through the configuration file as opposed to the Preferences window. The configuration file is a much more powerful means of "tweaking," but it also wreaked havoc with Gnome® Mplayer (front-end). However, progress is being made.
Sadly,the bump on the lower palm of my right hand has not subsided. The swollen area is right above the carpal bone that is aligned along the smallest finger (or right below the small finger's metacarpal bone). All I can do for now is insure that I do not aggravate the area any further. Oh, the inconveniences of old age.
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was punctuated by the usual rout of meaninglessness. At the library, I completed reading Freund's book, "Digging Through the Bible." No other comment is necessary. I also lapsed in and out of a coma repeatedly for no apparent reason. Perhaps my rote routine is finally affecting my psyche. Or, maybe my body is becoming addicted to caffeine again.
I completed my usual gym routine before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Fortunately, I was able to enjoy a warm shower. As usual, I have to look forward to another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. Woe is me!
The Indian guy has been extremely noisy lately, slamming his door every time he goes in and out of his squalid little room. Then, when he takes a dump, there is a huge thud that shakes the floor just seconds before he flushes the commode. I don't know if his butt gets stuck in the seat, and the seat violently separates from his butt when he stands up. Or, did he drop the "Big One" in the bowl? Perhaps he needs to take his Beachbody® P90X® supplement much more often. I will say that he does his keep his "babe magnet" automobile in pristine condition. That's about the only thing that he takes care of religiously. Yet, for all the money spent on that albatross, where are the babes? A fool and his money are soon parted.
Two days ago, I had posted a query for help on the Ubuntu Support Forums about all media players freezing the Gnome desktop (see "blog" of January 20th). The few replies that I received mentioned audio drivers in passing. So, out of curiosity, I did more searching and came up with an interesting article on the Freshmeat site. The choice of an audio driver and audio parameters may be the cause of the freezing problem. Right now, I am specifically working with Mplayer. I happened to notice that the audio driver was set for Pulse Audio when it should have been set for Alsa. I am also experimenting with more parameters through the configuration file as opposed to the Preferences window. The configuration file is a much more powerful means of "tweaking," but it also wreaked havoc with Gnome® Mplayer (front-end). However, progress is being made.
Sadly,the bump on the lower palm of my right hand has not subsided. The swollen area is right above the carpal bone that is aligned along the smallest finger (or right below the small finger's metacarpal bone). All I can do for now is insure that I do not aggravate the area any further. Oh, the inconveniences of old age.
Monday, October 12, 2009
Monotony Ad Infinitum
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:15am this morning. I found shaded parking in Koko Marina. Then, I rode the bus to Kahala Mall. As expected, I spent all of my time at Barnes & Noble®. I perused a few magazines in the café as I sipped on a cup of coffee. Then, I perused the books in the rest of the store. I rode the bus back to Hawai'i Kai at 11:45am.
The rest of the itinerary was mundane. I stopped by the library, then ate my granola lunch in the Koko Marina parking lot, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Obviously, I have another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to. Sheesh!
Discoverer's Day is a strange holiday in the islands. The holiday is not recognized by the local governments, but all the banks and some businesses were closed. Moms was not certain whether my bro and sister-in-law were going to have the day off, so I postponed my visit to be safe.
The value of the dollar is dropping, and the price of gold is rising. Heck, I can't keep up with that crap. The stock market is also surging. As usual, I am heavily invested in the loss leader, the dollar. So, I am losing money as we speak. Frankly, I just don't care anymore. I want out of the "system."
The sugar ants are back in force in my squalid room. I am squishing hundreds of their tiny heads as they invade the cheap Slob Manor desk. I had the same problem a few days ago, as you may recall. They keep coming back, even though there is not food lying around. I continue to sweep up hundreds of sugar ant carcasses off the floor with my humble dustpan and brush. I have no idea why there are so many sugar ants in my squalid room. Perhaps the recent rain has driven them indoors.
The rest of the itinerary was mundane. I stopped by the library, then ate my granola lunch in the Koko Marina parking lot, walked to the gym, performed my usual workout, shopped at Foodland, and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Obviously, I have another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to. Sheesh!
Discoverer's Day is a strange holiday in the islands. The holiday is not recognized by the local governments, but all the banks and some businesses were closed. Moms was not certain whether my bro and sister-in-law were going to have the day off, so I postponed my visit to be safe.
The value of the dollar is dropping, and the price of gold is rising. Heck, I can't keep up with that crap. The stock market is also surging. As usual, I am heavily invested in the loss leader, the dollar. So, I am losing money as we speak. Frankly, I just don't care anymore. I want out of the "system."
The sugar ants are back in force in my squalid room. I am squishing hundreds of their tiny heads as they invade the cheap Slob Manor desk. I had the same problem a few days ago, as you may recall. They keep coming back, even though there is not food lying around. I continue to sweep up hundreds of sugar ant carcasses off the floor with my humble dustpan and brush. I have no idea why there are so many sugar ants in my squalid room. Perhaps the recent rain has driven them indoors.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Sheer Monotony (Continued)
Lots of rain fell last night and early this morning. Thus, I commenced another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday in a much cooler environment. However, the weather cleared up even before I walked to the bus stop. The heat and humidity were both bearable, however, because of the resumption of regular trade winds. As for the urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday, I followed the exact same routine as last week. A notable exception was that I was able to catch a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer when I entered the gym. I also opted out of purchasing a bento for dinner when I was at Foodland in Ala Moana Center.
I am sure that, to the casual onlooker, I look like just another homeless guy when I am sitting in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza with my cup of Seattle's Best® coffee from Safeway®. Frankly, I could care less. Only a true urban nomad (like myself) can truly appreciate such an experience. I am so detached and so disconnected from "mainstream" society that there are few people who could understand where I am coming from.
Likewise, the ol' lavahead walking around Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall with gym bag in hand is a sure sign to the affluent scumbags who frequent the place that he is simply trespassing in the wrong 'hood.
All that's left, of course, is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I will be using my car wash sock as padding for my right arm while I am piddling around all night on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I will place it at the edge of the cheap Slob Manor table to cushion any part of my right arm that it comes into contact with. Let's hope that the callous or cyst goes away soon.
I should also comment that Firefox is one of the crappiest browsers that I have ever used. With each update, the damned thing becomes more bloated and much slower. In fact, each successive update has seen more and more crashes and freezing. It also uses a tremendous amount of processor power. Yeah, it's just that shitty!
I am sure that, to the casual onlooker, I look like just another homeless guy when I am sitting in the catacombs of Kukui Plaza with my cup of Seattle's Best® coffee from Safeway®. Frankly, I could care less. Only a true urban nomad (like myself) can truly appreciate such an experience. I am so detached and so disconnected from "mainstream" society that there are few people who could understand where I am coming from.
Likewise, the ol' lavahead walking around Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall with gym bag in hand is a sure sign to the affluent scumbags who frequent the place that he is simply trespassing in the wrong 'hood.
All that's left, of course, is another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I will be using my car wash sock as padding for my right arm while I am piddling around all night on my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I will place it at the edge of the cheap Slob Manor table to cushion any part of my right arm that it comes into contact with. Let's hope that the callous or cyst goes away soon.
I should also comment that Firefox is one of the crappiest browsers that I have ever used. With each update, the damned thing becomes more bloated and much slower. In fact, each successive update has seen more and more crashes and freezing. It also uses a tremendous amount of processor power. Yeah, it's just that shitty!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Sheer Monotony
Another urban nomad kind-of-day ... exactly the same as last Saturday. The only exception was the extremely hot and humid weather. And, instead of Bread Pudding, I purchased a muffin to go along with my cup of coffee.
As I mentioned last week, there were myriad fools loitering around Ala Moana Center at 8:15am. The Makai Market was populated by a large number of senior citizens, one of them being the ol' lavahead. Unlike the other senior citizens who congregated in groups, the ol' lavahead sat alone. Such a sight would seem quite pathetic to the casual onlooker. However, I am quite comfortable in solitude.
Sometime during the day, I happened to notice that there is a large bump growing on the left bottom of my right palm at the wrist. The bump is either a large callous or a cyst which resulted from laying my arm down on that particular spot along the front edge of the crappy table in my squalid room while I sit in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I did not realize that the bump had gotten so big.
Speaking of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, it has been overheating quite a bit since the heatwave began. The internal fan keeps cycling on and off. From what I can tell, it's the cheesy video processor and not the CPU that is the culprit. I also foolishly uninstalled Mplayer and Gnome® Mplayer (front-end) and installed VLC player again. Then, after realizing why previously uninstalled VLC, I removed it again. So, I'm back with Mplayer. Sheesh!
Well, after my big day at the library and the gym, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Although moderate trade winds had returned, the dump was completely hot and stuffy. Just another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to.
As I mentioned last week, there were myriad fools loitering around Ala Moana Center at 8:15am. The Makai Market was populated by a large number of senior citizens, one of them being the ol' lavahead. Unlike the other senior citizens who congregated in groups, the ol' lavahead sat alone. Such a sight would seem quite pathetic to the casual onlooker. However, I am quite comfortable in solitude.
Sometime during the day, I happened to notice that there is a large bump growing on the left bottom of my right palm at the wrist. The bump is either a large callous or a cyst which resulted from laying my arm down on that particular spot along the front edge of the crappy table in my squalid room while I sit in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I did not realize that the bump had gotten so big.
Speaking of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, it has been overheating quite a bit since the heatwave began. The internal fan keeps cycling on and off. From what I can tell, it's the cheesy video processor and not the CPU that is the culprit. I also foolishly uninstalled Mplayer and Gnome® Mplayer (front-end) and installed VLC player again. Then, after realizing why previously uninstalled VLC, I removed it again. So, I'm back with Mplayer. Sheesh!
Well, after my big day at the library and the gym, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Although moderate trade winds had returned, the dump was completely hot and stuffy. Just another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to.
Friday, October 09, 2009
Ridiculous Stupidity
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my ant-free Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:20am this morning. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Actually, my nephew has had the whole week off. Moms and I made the rounds in Koko Marina only, with lunch courtesy Yummy's Korean BBQ. I was also able to drop off the O'ahu map book (formerly owned by the former friend) and an Ubuntu 9.04 CD to the Hawai'i Kai library as a donation. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm. Then, I embarked on the urban nomad routine, one which we know all too well.
The were a few isolated showers this afternoon. The ground was quite wet when I exited the gym. However, the rain only added to the dreadful humidity. Yes, another torrid day preceded another torrid urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. I should add that the landlord, Pat, was on the premises when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the guy who is currently living in the back unit will be moving into main house, not a decrepit old senior citizen as Alan had mentioned. The guy is a Chinaman, probably in his thirties. He is supposed to be out of the unit in the back of the house by the end of the weekend. Thus, the landlord should be moving in early next week.
By the way, I was a little sickened when I heard the news that Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. For what? Promoting peace? Where? Iraq? Afghanistan? Pakistan? Iran? For that matter, why wasn't Shrub made a co-recipient? What a crock of shit!
The were a few isolated showers this afternoon. The ground was quite wet when I exited the gym. However, the rain only added to the dreadful humidity. Yes, another torrid day preceded another torrid urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. I should add that the landlord, Pat, was on the premises when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the guy who is currently living in the back unit will be moving into main house, not a decrepit old senior citizen as Alan had mentioned. The guy is a Chinaman, probably in his thirties. He is supposed to be out of the unit in the back of the house by the end of the weekend. Thus, the landlord should be moving in early next week.
By the way, I was a little sickened when I heard the news that Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. For what? Promoting peace? Where? Iraq? Afghanistan? Pakistan? Iran? For that matter, why wasn't Shrub made a co-recipient? What a crock of shit!
With each passing day, I am beginning to realize that humanity has been reduced to a pathetic joke by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. The ridiculous kinds of stupidity that are passed on the rank-and-file peons should be downright insulting to the latter's intelligence. Likewise, the stock market is surging even amidst a booming poverty class. What is going on? Wrong is right, that's what. What's wrong is right. What's right is wrong. Just as one day the earth's magnetic poles will suddenly reverse polarity, the difference between right and wrong has reversed. With that said, I can only end the topic by pointing readers to an interesting interview with Gore Vidal on the Independent UK site titled, "Gore Vidal's United States of Fury."
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Torrid Time Bomb
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day commenced in a different time zone. Well, actually, the cheap clock in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was acting up again. The displayed time was about an hour behind. I gave the clock a couple of gentle slaps. Then, the clock ceased to function. I unceremoniously discarded it in the ant-infested Slob Manor trash can.
The heatwave continued. The blistering heat made the day unbearable. Nevertheless, I edured through the usual urban nomad routine. Mark boarded the Route 1L bus this afternoon. I was surprised to see him. We ended up chatting for the duration of the ride.
I must now depend upon the Advance Time Technology wind-up clock (i.e., new "time bomb" made in China) that moms had given me. I have no money to purchase a new clock. So, I will have to spend the next few days calibrating the wind-up clock. Right now, it loses about 5 minutes per day.
Well, since it is too hot to think, I may as well mummify the situation right now. As to be expected, though, the Feedjit® Live Feed reported that most visitors to the "blog" are in search of pictures of hotties. Why not visit the [deleted] site instead?
The heatwave continued. The blistering heat made the day unbearable. Nevertheless, I edured through the usual urban nomad routine. Mark boarded the Route 1L bus this afternoon. I was surprised to see him. We ended up chatting for the duration of the ride.
I must now depend upon the Advance Time Technology wind-up clock (i.e., new "time bomb" made in China) that moms had given me. I have no money to purchase a new clock. So, I will have to spend the next few days calibrating the wind-up clock. Right now, it loses about 5 minutes per day.
Well, since it is too hot to think, I may as well mummify the situation right now. As to be expected, though, the Feedjit® Live Feed reported that most visitors to the "blog" are in search of pictures of hotties. Why not visit the [deleted] site instead?
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Torrid Zone Redux
No trade winds, hazy vog, roasting temperatures, steam bath humidity, sugar ant infestation ... another urban nomad kind-of-a-day. Nothing out of the ordinary could possibly transpire in such extreme heat, with the exception of a monk haircut restoration at the Institute of Hair Design. In fact, the "blog" of yesterday pretty much summarizes everything.
The torrid weather is, of course, causing my puny brain to overheat. Steam is gushing out of the oversized cranium. Thus, I have not been able to engage in any kind of powerful thinking. My entire mental process has been reduced to a primal state. Every few minutes, I must splash water on the entire oversized cranium to cool it off. At the moment, I have no other priorities.
The torrid weather is, of course, causing my puny brain to overheat. Steam is gushing out of the oversized cranium. Thus, I have not been able to engage in any kind of powerful thinking. My entire mental process has been reduced to a primal state. Every few minutes, I must splash water on the entire oversized cranium to cool it off. At the moment, I have no other priorities.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Heatwave (Continued)
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was overbaked by the ongoing heatwave. The trade winds were non-existent, and the humidity was intolerable. Nonetheless, I followed the same urban nomad routine.
At the library, I have been reading the book, "Digging Through the Bible: Modern Archaeology and the Ancient Bible," by Richard Freund. The book was published this year, so it is the most recent of the genre. Since I have already officially ended my religious research, I will not comment on the book unless there is something of profound interest. I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma, though. I had a difficult time sleeping last night because of the heatwave. Even though I kept the cheap Slob Manor fan running all night, I was sweating profusely and sticking to the sheet that lines my pathetic sleeping bag.
Even though the gym is air-conditioned, there just did not seem to be any relief from the heat. I was barely able to complete my workout. Performing my cardio workout was the most tortuous part. Anyway, I enjoyed a lengthy warm shower. The minute I steeped outside, I began sweating profusely. Why did I bother with a shower?
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the entire second floor was stuffy and hot. By hot, I mean that the ambient temperature was 100o or more. What's even worse is that the sugar ants have gone wild. The ants are everywhere in the house, even though there is currently no rotting garbage laying around. Outside, I noticed that there were literally millions of sugar ants crawling all over the outside wall of the house. Hundreds of trails were visible. The trash can was completely overrun by sugar ants. I immediately retrieved a glass cup from the kitchen. Using the outside faucet, I committed mass ant genocide by tsunami.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. However, the sugar ants have invaded my squalid room as well. Every ten seconds, a group of sugar ants appear on my cheap Slob Manor desk. I have to take the time to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. There has been no letup since 6pm. Even when I performed my daily cleaning ritual with my humble dustpan and brush, I swept up several of the little bastards. Then, I discovered that the ants had invaded the second floor fridge. Of course, they ended up mummified by the cold.
On a side note, I was informed by Alan, one of the Slob Manor residents, that another tenant will be moving into one of the vacant rooms downstairs. Apparently, the new guy is a friend of Pat, the landlord. "He's even older than I am," Alan said. The new guy, another Chinaman, is allegedly in his sixties. Alan himself is 57 years old. Is Slob Manor turning into a convalescent home?
At the library, I have been reading the book, "Digging Through the Bible: Modern Archaeology and the Ancient Bible," by Richard Freund. The book was published this year, so it is the most recent of the genre. Since I have already officially ended my religious research, I will not comment on the book unless there is something of profound interest. I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma, though. I had a difficult time sleeping last night because of the heatwave. Even though I kept the cheap Slob Manor fan running all night, I was sweating profusely and sticking to the sheet that lines my pathetic sleeping bag.
Even though the gym is air-conditioned, there just did not seem to be any relief from the heat. I was barely able to complete my workout. Performing my cardio workout was the most tortuous part. Anyway, I enjoyed a lengthy warm shower. The minute I steeped outside, I began sweating profusely. Why did I bother with a shower?
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the entire second floor was stuffy and hot. By hot, I mean that the ambient temperature was 100o or more. What's even worse is that the sugar ants have gone wild. The ants are everywhere in the house, even though there is currently no rotting garbage laying around. Outside, I noticed that there were literally millions of sugar ants crawling all over the outside wall of the house. Hundreds of trails were visible. The trash can was completely overrun by sugar ants. I immediately retrieved a glass cup from the kitchen. Using the outside faucet, I committed mass ant genocide by tsunami.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. However, the sugar ants have invaded my squalid room as well. Every ten seconds, a group of sugar ants appear on my cheap Slob Manor desk. I have to take the time to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. There has been no letup since 6pm. Even when I performed my daily cleaning ritual with my humble dustpan and brush, I swept up several of the little bastards. Then, I discovered that the ants had invaded the second floor fridge. Of course, they ended up mummified by the cold.
On a side note, I was informed by Alan, one of the Slob Manor residents, that another tenant will be moving into one of the vacant rooms downstairs. Apparently, the new guy is a friend of Pat, the landlord. "He's even older than I am," Alan said. The new guy, another Chinaman, is allegedly in his sixties. Alan himself is 57 years old. Is Slob Manor turning into a convalescent home?
Monday, October 05, 2009
Heatwave
I was off to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:20am this morning. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai. However, this was one of the few times that moms also shopped at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I also had to make a quick stop at Kale's Natural Foods to purchase bulk psyllium. For lunch, moms served Safeway® lamp-baked chicken, fresh ahi sashimi, fresh vegetables, and rice. Naturally, we ate Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 2pm.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. Mind you, we've been experiencing a major heatwave for several days. The trade winds are non-existent, which makes the humidity and ambient temperature unbearable. Even after sunset, the heat is intolerable. The second floor of Slob Manor is literally an oven. Thus, I will be experiencing a very uncomfortable urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. Mind you, we've been experiencing a major heatwave for several days. The trade winds are non-existent, which makes the humidity and ambient temperature unbearable. Even after sunset, the heat is intolerable. The second floor of Slob Manor is literally an oven. Thus, I will be experiencing a very uncomfortable urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Piddle Times Four
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... essentially a carbon copy of last Sunday. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired. Pretty much a whole day has flashed before my eyes.
This morning, I was fairly tired because I have not slept well for two nights. The Indian guy has been getting up at odd times throughout the night. Last night, he woke up at 2am and drove off somewhere in his "babe magnet" automobile, probably to get something to eat. He returned about an hour or so later. Every time he slams his room door, it jolts me awake. Essentially, the clown is a dickhead. We knew that already, however.
Oddly, for the last two mornings, I discovered an extreme sugar ant invasion of the second floor bathroom sink. I surmised that the tell-tale residue is from the P90X® supplement which the Indian guy recently purchased from Beachbody®. I believe that he has been getting up frequently at night to mix up a batch of the P90X® supplement. He's probably modified his intensive junk food diet by replacing a good portion of the latter with the P90X® supplement. Thus, he's probably experiencing hunger pangs at all hours of the night. He also rejoined the gym a few weeks ago after a six-month hiatus. He terminated his membership prematurely in anticipation of moving to Guam. I have only seen him once at the gym so far. Only a regular workout regimen and a proper diet will obtain good results. There are no shortcuts. There is no magic elixir.
On a sad note, I must report that my trusty slippers (read: slippahs) broke at the strap. Fortunately, I was already back at Slob Manor. I was also fortunate to have one new pair in stock.
This morning, I was fairly tired because I have not slept well for two nights. The Indian guy has been getting up at odd times throughout the night. Last night, he woke up at 2am and drove off somewhere in his "babe magnet" automobile, probably to get something to eat. He returned about an hour or so later. Every time he slams his room door, it jolts me awake. Essentially, the clown is a dickhead. We knew that already, however.
Oddly, for the last two mornings, I discovered an extreme sugar ant invasion of the second floor bathroom sink. I surmised that the tell-tale residue is from the P90X® supplement which the Indian guy recently purchased from Beachbody®. I believe that he has been getting up frequently at night to mix up a batch of the P90X® supplement. He's probably modified his intensive junk food diet by replacing a good portion of the latter with the P90X® supplement. Thus, he's probably experiencing hunger pangs at all hours of the night. He also rejoined the gym a few weeks ago after a six-month hiatus. He terminated his membership prematurely in anticipation of moving to Guam. I have only seen him once at the gym so far. Only a regular workout regimen and a proper diet will obtain good results. There are no shortcuts. There is no magic elixir.
On a sad note, I must report that my trusty slippers (read: slippahs) broke at the strap. Fortunately, I was already back at Slob Manor. I was also fortunate to have one new pair in stock.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Monk Training
Another urban nomad kind-of-day commenced at 7:30am this morning when I rode the Route 23 bus to Ala Moana Center. Although only a handful of stores were open at the mall, there were myriad fools loitering about. I purchased a cup of coffee and huge slab of Bread Pudding (for lunch) at Foodland. I then sat in the Makai Market to enjoy my coffee. About an hour later, I was on my way to town to engage in the benign urban nomad routine.
At the library, I completed reading Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos." A very interesting book. However, the title is misleading. Most of the book (as with all other of this genre) is spent detailing general relativity and quantum mechanics. Only a few pages actually cover the topic. The punchline, of course, is that no one even knows what "dark energy" and "dark matter" really is. Can it get more foolish? I also perused an interesting picture book about the Stone Age life of humans. Wow! I cannot even imagine such a life-style.
I ate the big-ass slab of bread pudding for lunch under the coconut trees in the Capitol district. I neglected to mention that a myna bird kept me company for lunch the other day. It kept blinking its beady little eyes at me. So, I shared some granola with the foolish avian.
I performed my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, one of the other Slob Manor residents, Alan, told me that Pat, the landlord, is planning to move back into the two-bedroom unit in the back. Currently, one of Pat's relatives or friends is living there. He had four cars (including his babe's car and a beat-up stretch limousine). All but one of the cars is left. So, I assume that the landlord is moving in fairly soon. Well, another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. How can endure such torture? Monk training, my friends.
At the library, I completed reading Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos." A very interesting book. However, the title is misleading. Most of the book (as with all other of this genre) is spent detailing general relativity and quantum mechanics. Only a few pages actually cover the topic. The punchline, of course, is that no one even knows what "dark energy" and "dark matter" really is. Can it get more foolish? I also perused an interesting picture book about the Stone Age life of humans. Wow! I cannot even imagine such a life-style.
I ate the big-ass slab of bread pudding for lunch under the coconut trees in the Capitol district. I neglected to mention that a myna bird kept me company for lunch the other day. It kept blinking its beady little eyes at me. So, I shared some granola with the foolish avian.
I performed my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, one of the other Slob Manor residents, Alan, told me that Pat, the landlord, is planning to move back into the two-bedroom unit in the back. Currently, one of Pat's relatives or friends is living there. He had four cars (including his babe's car and a beat-up stretch limousine). All but one of the cars is left. So, I assume that the landlord is moving in fairly soon. Well, another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. How can endure such torture? Monk training, my friends.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Piddle Redux
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:20am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina with lunch courtesy Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:45pm.
Naturally, I ended up at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I ran out of ice cream a few days ago, so I decided to switch to Yoplait® yogurt. Obviously, yogurt is a much healthier choice. The Yoplait® yogurt has been on sale at $2.50 for a big-ass container.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Absolutely no progress was made today insofar as my goals for the exodus is concerned. I had planned to divest the large O'ahu map book that I keep in the truck. However, I discovered that it is ten years old. The map is essentially rubbish. So, I have decided to keep it. The map formerly belonged to the former friend (i.e., Persian hottie).
On a side note, I have grown fatigued with Ubuntu Linux. I am still using version 8.04 LTS as opposed to the newer versions. LTS releases are supported for three years. However, there have never been any fixes for the problems that I have encountered. The next LTS release will be in April of next year. Will I upgrade? I doubt seriously it.
Naturally, I ended up at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I ran out of ice cream a few days ago, so I decided to switch to Yoplait® yogurt. Obviously, yogurt is a much healthier choice. The Yoplait® yogurt has been on sale at $2.50 for a big-ass container.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Absolutely no progress was made today insofar as my goals for the exodus is concerned. I had planned to divest the large O'ahu map book that I keep in the truck. However, I discovered that it is ten years old. The map is essentially rubbish. So, I have decided to keep it. The map formerly belonged to the former friend (i.e., Persian hottie).
On a side note, I have grown fatigued with Ubuntu Linux. I am still using version 8.04 LTS as opposed to the newer versions. LTS releases are supported for three years. However, there have never been any fixes for the problems that I have encountered. The next LTS release will be in April of next year. Will I upgrade? I doubt seriously it.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Disappearing Dinero
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... what difference does it make? Well, I have been taking the long bus route to town via Waikiki and Ala Moana Center in the morning for two days now. Frankly, I prefer that route over the boring Route 1 trek. Once in town, I replicated the same nauseous routine. Details are definitely not necessary.
Incidentally, I was able to determine the amount of money that the despicable "condotel" unit lost last month by checking my local bank account on-line. The dump was $480 short of break-even and is draining me of money, which is plainly reflected in the financial report below. That is what the "ownership society" has to offer to rank-and-file peons.
Incidentally, I was able to determine the amount of money that the despicable "condotel" unit lost last month by checking my local bank account on-line. The dump was $480 short of break-even and is draining me of money, which is plainly reflected in the financial report below. That is what the "ownership society" has to offer to rank-and-file peons.
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