Vegetable

Back to reality. I completed viewing the remaining episodes of "Firefly." There are several more available, but I am not going to pay the fee to view them. After all, Hulu® has locked out all mobile devices (e.g., my tablet computer). I'm not certain why, but I really enjoyed the "Firefly" series. Now, I feel at a loss.

Well, I composed the "blog" and was ready to send it up, as it were. Same ol' shit, actually. All the mundane crap including a scathing psychological profile of Joker. What a damned waste of time. If I have nothing to discuss, then the "blog" should reflect that nothingness. I'm tired. Sick and tired, actually. We all knew that already, though, didn't we?

Lots of crap swirling through my mind. Lots of crap. So much crap that I cannot "collate" any of it. Nor can I effectively articulate my thoughts. At certain moments, I wondered whether I was losing my mind. Would I end up like the vegetables I often espy babbling to themselves? Fat chance. Even though my mind seems to be going through a surreal experience, I seriously doubt that it would snap. If anything, I am able to keep my wits about myself through any ordeal. I cannot force my mind to invoke a chemical imbalance. Perhaps the sheer sanity will drive me insane. Who knows?

I'm listening to another Deep House Cat House mix, just after watching another episode of House, MD on Hulu®, all the while recomposing the "blog", all on my fully optimized Kubuntu-based netbook computer, as we speak. Strangely long and disconnected sentence, eh? I'm probably going to view an already viewed episode of "Firefly" again later this evening. Yeah, I already miss the series. I miss the adventure. A space "Western" shoot 'em up. Chopsticks and a tin cup. Great stuff. Almost mind-altering without the use of illegal (or legal) pharmaceuticals or cheap booze. Booyah!

Memorial Day 2011

Take a look at the "blog" of Saturday. Repeat. Well, the small sofa (i.e., loveseat) is sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Kyle apparently did not want it in his squalid room, so the landlord offered to let me use it. I cleaned it up and put it in the corner next to my squalid desk.

Typical Holiday Hottie

I can safely say that I really miss the library. I don't like to hang out at lousy shopping malls. As usual, though, I happened to observe that everyone in the mall was euphoric. Another observation is that a large percentage of mall patrons are obese (over 5 pounds overweight). Sadly, the library will be closed again for three days in the middle of next month. I am already sickened by the idea that I will have to spend time at the mall yet again.

I brought my tablet computer with me, but I did not deploy it. I had initially planned to compose material for the "blog." Sadly, the "blog" is no longer a priority for me. After the Blogger® outage, I have reassessed the importance of the "blog." The tablet computer is also no longer needed. It's superfluous. I doubt that I will ever carry it with me again.

As far as Hulu® is concerned, it's just a passing fad. I'm not looking at turning into a tube addict like Joker. Most of the programs in the archives are boring. I am currently watching a handful of episodes of "Firefly" (the precursor to "Serenity"). Once I have completed viewing the remaining episodes, then I will have nothing further to anticipate. I'll continue to search the Hulu® archives, but the prospects are not promising.

Dumber Than a Knob

Same ol' "urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday" shit. The highlight of the day was when I rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center after an uneventful workout at the gym. The hottie bus driver was piloting the Route 56 bus. Baby was looking mighty fine. I have not mentioned the hottie bus driver previously because baby is rarely assigned the routes that I normally take.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I met the new guy, Kyle, who will be moving in downstairs with Alan and I. He looks to be in his twenties. I have to wonder whether he will be able to tolerate living with three old (i.e., fifty-something) losers. I'll be waiting to hear what he thinks of Joker and Alan. Oddly, Alan told me that Kyle has a "weak" handshake. Upon asking Alan to clarify what that meant, he said, "Insincerity." How's that for prejudgment? Of course, Alan and Joker get along really well. What does that tell you?

For some reason, I ended up having a long chat with the landlord. Nothing noteworthy, though. Later, I ended up moving the small sofa (i.e., loveseat) from Kyle's room to my squalid room. I didn't really want more stuff in my squalid room, but it may help to absorb some of the noise from (Joker) upstairs.

Well, a holiday weekend means that my mind is also on holiday. What's that? Hulu® is calling? If I continue viewing more benign tube programming, I may end up dumber than a knob like Joker. Sheesh!

Null & Void

Sadly, the library is closed for three days. I had to opt for my usual contingency plan, that is, Barnes & Noble® at Kahala Mall. Not very exciting. What can I say about hanging out at a shopping mall? Nada. I carried my tablet computer with me, but it was not deployed. Naturally, I rode the bus to town in order to fulfill my usual workout at the gym. I will, no doubt, be replicating the same pathetic itinerary on Monday.

I should add that I was not very stimulated by the various computer magazines. I have lost all interest in computer nerd crap. I also perused a few magazines devoted to tablet computing. What a joke! There's no substance. After all, what can we do with a tablet computer? Turn it on, load up on useless "apps," play games, and watch videos. It's not much more complicated to use than a common toaster.

Well, Hulu® kept me busy last night and tonight as well. I checked out a couple of episodes of “House, MD" for fun. I can see why people are glued to the tube day and night. However, let's be honest, shall we? The sedentary activity is completely benign, possibly even malignant. It does nothing except waste precious time. Most of the programs on the tube are extremely shallow, which creates an hypnotic trance effect. And, the addiction to certain programs is the result of a void in our own lives, a void created by empire.

Book 'em, Danno!

Last night, I watched an episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" on my tablet computer courtesy the Xfinity® site (the Hulu® site is apparently blocking access to mobile computers). I must say that I was impressed by the video quality of the tablet computer. And, no, the tablet computer will not be relegated to the function of a surrogate tube.

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

This evening, I was able to utilize Hulu® without restriction on my fully optimized Kubuntu-based netbook computer. Once again, I chose to watch "Hawai'i Five-O," although a different episode. In full screen mode, the netbook performed quite well. As for "Hawai'i Five-O," I enjoyed the two episodes that I viewed. I can't say that I will become addicted to the rather banal fare that comprises most of the content on the tube. I am not mentally and physically challenged like Joker. Well, I experienced a lot of deep thoughts today, but I will have to defer my discussion of the latter. Heck, I've got another episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" to watch. Book 'em, Danno!

Lamp-Baked Disconnect

Fatigue, general dullness, mediocre mélange, lorem ipsum, same ol' shit. Unfortunately, mortality has a way of making a big joke out of everything. Yes, once mortality enters the big picture, all the other nonsense that we fools must contend with becomes extremely moot.

I've actually been locked in my own little world, so to speak, for the past few days. Of course, one can hardly tell by reading the "blog." I haven't seen anyone that I know, so I have not spoken a word to any human. Although I am still exposed to random acts of stupidity, I do not react. Lou's School of Etiquette does not open for matriculation. I simply ignore everyone and everything. I really have to wonder whether we humans were meant to increase our consciousness and self-awareness. The whole process is very fatiguing and can easily bring one to the point of insanity. In other words, high levels of consciousness can cause one to lose his mind.

As I have mentioned prior, I have been observing a marked increase in the homeless population and an epidemic of schizophrenia (i.e., loss of mind). An older haole guy walks up and down the street by the library while pushing a shopping cart with all of his worldly possessions piled in it. He stops every few seconds to extend his arm out and point in all different directions. All the while, he babbles gibberish loudly to himself and the imaginary people around him. Just about a week ago, he used to stop in the library daily. He did not have the shopping cart back then. And, I often saw him chatting with various library staff members. He seemed to be fine. Something happened recently that caused him to completely lose his mind.

Most of the people who have lost their minds appear to have gone through extreme stress due to pending homelessness or homelessness itself. I seriously doubt that any of them were engaged in the expansion of their consciousness. The mere stress factors of the empire's synthesized life-style can cause insanity. Perhaps I am oversimplifying. The chronic unemployed know that they will eventually become homeless. Once homeless, they know that they will never again be housed or employed. It's a downhill slide with no way back up. Hopelessness brings on insanity.

While I, too, face homelessness, I am not overly concerned. What really bothers me is that I am locked in a societal prison that has historical antecedents steeped in tradition and religion. And, you know how I feel about religion. The actual prison dates way back before the dawn of the failed "civilization" paradigm. My fellow prisoners are, of course, too wrapped up in their own misery to realize the cause of their problems.

Mortality and increased consciousness do not go hand-in-hand. They are, at best, diametrically opposed. What good is increased consciousness when it will eventually disappear into thin air? Or, it will slowly decay due to senility? What can be the ultimate purpose of knowledge? Why do we need the truth?

I have no answers to the last two questions. I once thought that knowledge and truth were very important, certainly much better than the fog of lies we are constantly exposed to. Yet, what good is it to know that over 90 percent of our physical body does not exist? Yes, an atom is comprised of mostly free space. How do we benefit in knowing that God of the Yahweh triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist? Does it feel good to know that we are alone in the universe? And, what about discovering that the "soul" is really just the mortal mind? How comforting is that?

On a side note, I have realized that I did not need a tablet computer after all. I don't even know when I will deploy it out in the field. After all, it is expensive and delicate. If I drop the tablet computer, I risk shattering the glass screen. There are very few "apps" available for the tablet computer. And, that's all I read about in the forums. Complaint after complaint about non-existent "apps." I only needed two "apps," a text editor and a file manager. That's it. There are several included "apps" that I really want to remove, but the option does not exist. Why do the myriad fools need all of those "apps," thousands of them? Am I that disconnected from reality?

Mediocre Mélange

Why can't I just be like all the rest of the fools? That's what I keep asking myself. Why can't I fool myself in believing that everything is just "peachy"? Why can't I drive around endlessly in my 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile)? Why can't I chain smoke cigarettes like there's no tomorrow? Why can't I spend lots of money purchasing an endless library of mediocre music clips? Why can't I become addicted to DVDs of movies that follow the same tiresome formulaic plots? Why can't I invest in a few dozen sleazy tattoos? Why can't I reduce myself to a pawn of social networking? Why can't I embrace wage slavery? Why can't I fiddle around with my cell phone all day? Why can't I believe in God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam)? Why can't I just be satisfied being ignorant? Why can't I be more like Joker?

And speaking of Joker ... the amorphous blob has not left Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for two days straight so far. He's been confined to his second floor trash dump. His LCD widescreen tube has been on and blaring away all day and all night. I assume that he's dozing on and off in his filthy recliner for most of the daylight hours. At about 8pm, he shifts his hideous pear-shaped physique to his computer station, which is situated directly above the bathroom in my squalid room. Joker owns some kind of bulbous desktop computer (not to be confused with the latest sleek gaming computers). He has two LCD screens attached and sitting side-by-side each other. He sits there at the computer until 4am or 5am in the morning. For six hours, I can hear a heavy thud every couple of minutes, which is indicative of a drunkard droppin' back a large 40-dog of cheap malt liquor. I believe that he's playing video games on the computer. If Joker was downloading hurdy-gurdy videos, I would most likely be able to hear him chokin' da chicken. He takes a short break at 1:30am to play "fetch" with that scrawny mutt of his. I can hear the rodent-like varmint running around. I don't understand why the cheap fuck doesn't purchase one of those dedicated gaming consoles and connect it to his LCD widescreen tube. The fool already has more money than he knows what to do with it.

I should feel pity for Joker. After all, he is allegedly disabled and is suffering from psychological problems (i.e., chronic depression). He's a loser with money. My life-style is somewhat pathetic, but it is far more rewarding than Joker's sad state-of-affairs. I am hoping that one day when I return to Slob Manor, I find the coroner's van parked in the driveway. I'd like to see Joker takes matters into his own hands. He should take positive and aggressive steps to end his misery in the quickest way possible. I pledge to him my full support. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Well, I received another letter from the State tax office yet again. Yes, I am being given grief once again, this time for my allegedly "faulty" personal tax return. Whomever revised my tax return has now produced a miraculous $5,000 taxable income for me when my Federal tax return clearly shows a negative adjusted gross income (AGI) of $2,700 or so. The stupid part is that I used the Federal AGI in the State tax form. So, here's what happened. The $2,700 in negative income became positive. The standard deduction and exemption also became income and was added on. Yeah, that's right, deductions turned into taxable income. Now, I will have to spend at least two hours on the phone dealing with myriad mental midgets in order to remedy the situation.

Lamp-Baked Soul

Aside from the proliferation of homeless people, there has also been the presence of an unusually large number of people babbling incoherently. I am forced to follow the same itinerary as the destitute, so I am constantly exposed to an extremely marginal demographic. For example, I see one particular fellow every day both at the library and at the gym. He wears the same outfit every day, a pair of white-colored shorts and a red T-shirt with "Larry's" emblazoned on the back. He always carrying on a conversation with no one in particular. He's lost his mind, I say to myself.

What exactly happens when one loses his mind? I know that I've asked the question before. Losing one's mind is akin to losing one's "soul," if that's the appropriate term to use. Yeah, I've been thinking about the concept of the "soul" again. I've concluded previously that the "soul" is mortal and is a function of brain activity. Yet, I am now wondering whether the "soul" (or our consciousness) really comes into play until a few years after our birth. After all, a newborn infant is pure tabula rasa. It does not even know if it exists. Hence, it has no consciousness, no self-awareness. By definition then, it has no "soul."

In my ruminations, I have contemplated the thesis that the "soul" of an individual lifeform is only acquired after it becomes cognizant of itself within the framework of its species. For humans, the "soul" gradually develops as it acquires typical human functionality, cognitive abilities, and communication skills. What exactly can we remember of our past? How far back can we go? What were we before cognizant memory kicked in? The implications are controversial.

When a person loses his or her mind through insanity, brain damage, or senility, the "soul" is also irretrievably altered or lost. The individuality of the lifeform is still present, but the "soul" is gone.

Speaking of brain damage, I could go on about Joker. However, Joker is really an insignificant slug in the general scheme of things. Brain damage (or brain donations) is seemingly prevalent amongst the empire's citizens, particularly the rank-and-file peons. As the empire and its cohorts bomb the Libyan landscape indiscriminately (specifically the large civilian populace of Tripoli), there is not one sign of outrage. What happened to the damned "no-fly zone"? I am expecting a full-scale invasion of Libya at any time. In addition, I also expect an invasion of Pakistan as well. The whole bin Laden saga was the precursor. What will it take to end this war theater of the absurd?

I Am Number Zero

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Well, here I am in my fifth year of emancipation from wage slavery. Yet, I am far from "free" in the literal sense of the word. How much longer will I allow my life savings to bleed dry? Look at what happened to my homeless buddy. In my last conversation with Ann, I had asked about her plans once her unemployment benefits come to end this Summer. She didn't have an answer, although she was very certain that she did not qualify for another extension. That's a scary thought, isn't it? At the rate that I'm going, I will surely face the same scenario. What will I do then? I don't have an answer.

After the ludicrous "Judgment Day" ruse perpetrated by a shady conman, I pondered the proliferation of religion in the empire. These are truly the Dark Ages, even with all of the available technology and scientific knowledge. Almost everyone whom I know is entrenched in one form of Pauline-Christianity or another. Ralph, Lisa, Caroll ... even Lori is part of a religious cult. I almost fell into the trap myself. However, since I had felt that such a decision was serious ... after all, we wouldn't want to offend a real deity ... I researched the matter for over a year. The truth was fairly easy to piece together after that. As you know, I discovered that the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) is a sham. If I, a fool's fool, can unearth the truth, then why can't everyone else? Heck, I could fanatically worship Molech with the same result.

I'm really not sure about what kind of state, what kind of frame of mind, that I am in. I have become extremely detached, more so than before. I spend most of my day in a stupor. Not even fools like Joker affect me at this point in time. However, if he pushes his luck, I may have to terminate the cheap fuck with extreme prejudice. After all, what have I got to lose? I could strangle that ridiculous little rodent-like dog of his. That would make him lose it. Then, I could put Joker out of his misery as well. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I am having a more difficult time with mundane tasks. I simply don't want to do them anymore. All I care about is following my usual urban nomad routine. My morning coffee is precious to me. I enjoy my time at the library. The gym, however, is another story. I must now force myself to get there and perform my usual workout routine. In the evenings at the dreadful Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I am content to piddle around with my two computers. My life is extremely simple. I don't want anything more. I want less.

General Dullness V

Let me get straight to the point ... same ol' shit. If I wrote about one urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday, then I wrote about them all. Strictly speaking, general dullness has manifested itself permanently within the "blog."

There's a lot of nonsense that I could include in the "blog," but I have decided to refrain from doing so. Most of it is just hearsay that neither I or anyone else would be interested in. So be it. I did, however, neglect to mention that former professor Lisa is now attending dental school in Cali, at least according to Ralph (dean at HCC).

Given the declining interest in the "blog," I am now contemplating whether I should "downsize" the original LoserNet site. Primarily, I would like to purge most of the old journal. The site itself is extremely archaic. I have made little in the way of changes since its inception and deprecation. I only have one archive copy of the site on a flash drive. I'm thinking about purging the latter as well. What is the sense of keeping that kind of crap around?

At this point in time, I'm not certain about what to do with the "blog." I can make the entire "blog" disappear with a click of one button from within Blogger® itself. Or, I could just abandon the "blog" and let it drift into total obscurity. Either option could be invoked at any time.

Needless to say, I'm still going through my own brand of existential crisis. I've thought about the issue to the point of exhaustion and total confusion. Of course, that's old news. Let's end the general dullness for now, shall we?

General Dullness IV

Most of the empire's peons are quick to dismiss controversial ideas as "conspiracy theory," yet they readily embrace any crackpot's idea of "Judgment Day." As I have stated many times already, Jesus is not coming back. The deity of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) is a work of fiction. Armageddon is not coming. The universe is morally neutral. The entire earth is morally neutral. All living creatures, except for humans, are morally neutral. There is no "good" or "evil." There will be no judgment. There is no "Heaven." There is no "Hell." There will be no resurrection or "rapture." Spirit creatures (i.e., "angels" or "demons") do not exist. If there is a supernatural entity behind the creation of the universe and life, it has left us to our devices.

At the library, I ran into both Ann and Ralph (dean at HCC). I hadn't seen Ralph in over a year. I also completed reading, "How the End Begins," by Ron Rosembaum. Incidentally, Rosembaum's end scenario is much more plausible than that of a crackpot preacher of the Unholy Scriptures.

There are now three (and one upcoming) file manager "apps" for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. Only one of the "apps" is free. So, I downloaded and installed AIR Browser. It's actually damned good. The tablet computer is now complete as far as I'm concerned. Aside from that, my interest in computers has waned. Linux has become moot. I don't want to troubleshoot Linux, nor do I care to read the various Linux forums like I used to. The netbook is running just fine, and I'm not going to mess with it. I now read the CrackBerry forums for the tablet computer. Sadly, there's really not too much nerd content. After all, the tablet computer is effectively an "end user" product. The forums are rather entertaining, though. Lots of "fanboi" crap, moronic "trolls," and general stupidity.

One disturbing trend I discovered, though, is the unbelievable general dislike of BlackBerry® and its parent company, Research in Motion® (RIM). In searching the Net, I have found maybe one or two favorable articles. The rest were entirely negative. The PlayBook® was really taken to task. Had I relied on what I read, I would never have purchased it. In the end, I'm glad that I followed my intuition. It's a solid tablet computer, one that will eventually take over primary functionality after the netbook is decommissioned.

Post No. 1,846

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Tomorrow is the beginning of the end, "Judgment Day," according to senile, rich fossil Harold Camping of Family Radio fame. These damned dispensationalist "Christians" are really beginning to grate on my nerves. The worst part is that all of the highly crazed "Christian" cults are based right here in "God's chosen nation" ... errr, I mean Dark Ages Empire. Well, I'm not seeing any of the moneychangers or powers-that-be urinating in their pants. None of them are on their hands and knees begging for forgiveness. What does that tell you?

By the way, the "blog" has seen a recent decline in readership. For example, the only two readers from Hawai'i are gone. That's excellent news! We're gradually approaching the zero readership mark. And, we all know what that means ... "blog" mummification!

Collapse, Lorem Ipsum Style

At the library, I abruptly mummified reading the book, "How the End Begins: The Road to Nuclear World War III," by Ron Rosenbaum. The book began innocuously enough. In fact, I was quite intrigued with the objective history that chronicled several close calls. However, in the middle of the book, there are two chapters devoted entirely to Israel and Iran, respectively. Although Rosembaum, a professed Jew, claimed to not be a Zionist, he certainly made his position clear. Israel, he asserted, is a nation that is living in fear of being obliterated by hostile Islamic Arabs. Iran is the most likely candidate to perpetrate a "Second Holocaust," although Iranians (read: Persians) are not Arabs. Rosenbaum used the "anti-Semite" moniker several times. Is he kidding me? Is he a Semitic Jew himself?

Most of the Jews in Israel are not Semitic Jews. And, of course, there are many Jewish scholars who doubt the Biblical origins of Israel. Rather, the latter believe that the original Jews were actually an offshoot of the Canaanites. I covered some of that material in the "blog" when I was heavily engaged in religious research. Nonetheless, Rosenbaum believes that the flashpoint for a nuclear conflagration will occur in the Middle East, most likely an unprovoked attack by Iran on Israel. Hogwash! After I calm down, I may decide to complete reading the book.

I have little tolerance for anything, especially when I feel that I am being "railroaded" away from the truth. As I said many time before, the truth is elusive. And, there are only a handful of absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28th of last year). The bizarre twists and turns of the latest events from the dizzying Osama bin Laden saga to the conspiracy-like fall of Dominique Strauss-Kahn suggest that something is really amiss. Put all of the events, including the various empire-inspired wars and global financial crisis, together and the writing on the wall is clear: the empire is "on its last leg." The highly leveraged military is all that keeps the empire and its useless fiat currency afloat.

Collapse within the empire has already occurred, at least for the bottom one-third to one-half of its citizens. The empire itself is only concerned about preserving its ruling class (i.e., the moneychangers and powers-that-be). It will stop short at nothing in order to accomplish the task. That is why the empire's military is wreaking havoc around the planet. Fear is being instilled. Do not attempt to shortchange the empire. Do not try to rout its useless currency. Do not attempt to avoid being swindled by its financial globalization scheme. Do not avoid buying its crappy debt instruments. Do not attempt to play by your own rules. Blah, blah, blah.

Lorem Ipsum Tidbits

The day? Lorem ipsum. Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), same ol' shit.

I have been continuing my experimentation with the tablet computer. As far as "blog" posts are concerned, there is a workaround for setting custom fonts. I can type in the old-style HTML tag and the on-line editor will actually convert it to a CSS tag. Otherwise, I could simply type in the CSS tag, but its length always taxes my feeble memory. I can only hope that future upgrades to the tablet's operating system (OS) will include cursor control and text selection. There is now a third-party file manager "app" available, but I am not going to pay for it. I will wait for an OS upgrade with that feature built in.

Looking ahead into the future, I have decided that I will not replace my netbook. It probably has three years of useful life left at the least. That should be plenty of time to phase out the netbook and its associated benign activities (e.g., downloading hurdy-gurdy videos). The "blog" may also be completely mummified by then.

Lorem Ipsum Lamentations

Same ol' shit. After my short, albeit forced, hiatus from the "blog," I came to realize just how fed up I am with everything. I spent more time reading the so-called "news" in all of its ridiculous incarnations. Frankly, the endless gasbag bloviations were getting to me. The ever-changing bin Laden saga was the worst of them all. However, I finally read that three of the nuclear reactors at the crippled Fukushima plant were admitted to have gone through meltdown, something I had previously assumed with utmost confidence.

Sadly, I have really not been able to recover from the discontinuity in the "blog." Not one, but five days of missing posts. The "blog" has been adulterated, and there's nothing that can bring about any kind of redemption. I am officially commencing my fifth year of emancipation from wage slavery, so I should consider emancipation from all forms of slavery. Could my commitment to the "blog" constitute a form a slavery? It's possible.

So, what am I saying? Well, the mandate to post to the "blog" daily has been violated. I am no longer bound to the latter. I'm really okay with that because I have nothing more to discuss. I've covered everything. Should I just post whenever? Or, should I use filler text in lieu of a total "blog" holiday? Who really cares?

I neglected to mention that I ran into Ann at the library last Saturday. We chatted for about an hour. I am somewhat surprised that Ann has maintained a really good disposition given that she has been unemployed for a few months. She was far more stressed out when she was engaged in wage slavery. Perhaps living in a more rural section of the island makes a big difference.

I should also mention that I have made some initial tests of my tablet computer. I have found that the "copy & paste" functions work quite well. There appears to be an universal clipboard that is shared between applications. While not as sophisticated as the netbook, the tablet computer can indeed take over as the primary device. Sadly, I have yet to deploy the tablet computer out in the field. In fact, I have only used it once on battery power. Normally, I use the tablet computer with the battery charger plugged into the wall socket. Heck, I still haven't removed the cheesy protective plastic film covering the glass LCD digitizer. Sheesh!

Typical Lorem Ipsum Hottie

Finally, if anyone needs good filler text such as that used during the Blogger® Post Holiday, check out the Lorem Ipsum site. Pages of useless text can be generated with the easy wizard. As I stated, we could be liberally using filler text on the days that there's absolutely nothing to discuss.

Continuity Lost, Mandate Violated

"People are waiting for cues from you." -- Panda Express® fortune cookie

Here's the explanation from Team Blogger® about what transpired in the last few days:

Here's what happened: during scheduled maintenance work Wednesday night, we experienced some data corruption that impacted Blogger's behavior. Since then, bloggers and readers may have experienced a variety of anomalies including intermittent outages, disappearing posts, and arriving at unintended blogs or error pages. A small subset of Blogger users (we estimate 0.16%) may have encountered additional problems specific to their accounts. Yesterday we returned Blogger to a pre-maintenance state and placed the service in read-only mode while we worked on restoring all content: that's why you haven’t been able to publish. We rolled back to a version of Blogger as of Wednesday May 11th, so your posts since then were temporarily removed. Those are the posts that we're in the progress of restoring.

Well, the newer posts never came back. Normally, I would have reverted to composing the "blog" on a text editor and saving the file locally until I was assured of being able to safely "publish" it. As of late, I take no such precaution. And, I really don't care.

There were reports of entire "blogs" gone missing. Too bad that didn't happen to mine, eh? Such an event would have put an abrupt end to a pathetically benign activity. Some "blog" writers were extremely upset about the outage. When I read their posts in the obscure "help" forum, I was quite amazed. Is any "blog" really that valuable? In fact, the only memorable fragment of the missing "blog" posts that I can recall was about Joker. I wrote, "I'd like to take that rodent-like dog of his and shove it up his fat ass." How valuable is that?

I had to take a moment for reflection. After all, I had lost a few days of my own useless work. Over the last two months, I spent a quite bit of time planning and implementing my computer resource strategy. Overall, my considerations included two of the dumbest activities anyone could imagine: composing the "blog" and downloading hurdy-gurdy videos. Thus, my netbook and tablet computer fall within specification. Yet, let's take a quick look at the current situation. The "blog" is a mess. It's absolutely useless. And, it has now lost its continuity. In other words, the strict mandate of the "blog" has been violated. Thus, I no longer am bound to maintain it in any shape or form. As for the hurdy-gurdy videos, there's not much to be said. As of last week, all of the free hurdy-gurdy sites have reduced their download speeds to a mere trickle. What used to take a few minutes now spans well over an hour. So, downloading hurdy-gurdy videos has almost come to a complete halt. I guess, in some respects, my pathetic life is going downhill even more quickly. Either that, or an "invisible hand" is leading me down the path to freedom by force.

For what it's worth, let's catch up with the "blog" now, shall we?

• Wednesday May 11th, Thursday May 12th: Same ol' shit.
• Friday the 13th: Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Nothing spooky happened.
• Saturday May 14th, Sunday May 15th: Same ol' shit.
• Today: Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

What can I say? Same ol' shit. Is it really worth continuing the "blog" in a daily format? I'm really beginning to doubt it.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), same ol' shit. Joker is still stomping around like a blubbering idiot. He's still dropping heavy objects on the floor, always and only above my squalid room. It is my hope that one day I see the hideous blob lying in a ditch somewhere. Hand extended outward, he cries, "Help me, help me!" I laugh, kick some dirt and rocks in his face, and walk on.

Blogger® Breakdown

(Auto-scheduled Post) Nobody seems to have any idea about what is going on. There has been little communication from above, and the Blogger® Forum is overflowing with confusion and complaints. From what can be gleaned, a significant number of users are missing "blog" posts and comments. Some "blogs" are entirely gone. The Blogger® team, however, has stated that posts and comments will be restored during the weekend. Not very promising as the weekend passes.

Without having any idea about what the current status is, there is no other option but to wait until next week (i.e., "post holiday") before resuming the benign activity of composing the "blog." Lost posts cannot be recovered because there are no local backup copies. Solutions presented in the forums were fruitless. If the missing "blog" posts reappear, they will be restored in proper chronological order and the placeholders removed.

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Lamp-Baked Loser

Same ol' shit. We've been experiencing heavy rainfall for over a week. Most likely, the rain droplets are contaminated with radionuclides from the Fukushima meltdown. Too late to worry, eh?

At the library, I chatted with my homeless buddy. He was just approved to receive $100 in "food stamps every month. Actually, here in Hawai'i, there is no actual voucher booklet. Instead, there's an electronic food debit card. My homeless buddy tried to persuade me to apply for the subsidy. However, I already know that I do not qualify.

Joker, Formerly Known as "Meathead"

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), nothing has changed. Same ol' shit. Joker is still up to his old tricks. And, unbelievable as it may seem, the fat slob does have an uncanny resemblance to the Cesar Romero character of the same name in the campy sixties "Batman" series. Same hairstyle. Same facial features. Although, Slob Manor's Joker is not wearing any make-up. That's the way he was born. Oddly, Joker is always in "baby talk" mode. Imagine an adult talking to an infant (i.e., the usual reflex is to contort one's face and lips and talk gibberish). That's Joker speaking in everyday life. Seeing a clown like Joker in the flesh would easily convert even a die-hard "Christian" into both an atheist and an evolutionist overnight. No one could possibly believe that a loving deity would create something so hideous. Yeah, whenever I see Joker, I get the willies. The fat fucktard is gruesomely ugly. Ugh!

Joker is still watching his widescreen LCD tube during his entire waking hours. He's still stomping around, bearing down the full mass of his pear-shaped physique upon the stumps masquerading as his legs. Sadly, he's added more to his symphony of stupidity. Usually around 11pm every night, a huge thud can be heard echoing through the entire edifice of Slob Manor. I suspect that the moron falls asleep in his filthy recliner and drops the 40-dog bottle of cheap booze that he's holding onto the floor. Sometimes there is an even louder thud, more like an explosion. I am certain that the fool himself, in a drunken stupor, falls out of his recliner onto the floor. Often, the noisy event keeps repeating itself every few minutes or so. At about midnight, Joker comes to life. He plays video games on his computer while also playing "fetch" with that mangy excuse of a dog. I can hear the scrawny little rodent scurrying around back and forth.

Some people might think that I am cruel, that I should feel sorry for Joker. Please don't mistake me for a "Christian." In the early days of humans, a "useless eater" like Joker would have been left for the wolves. However, these are modern times. Joker has fraudulently gamed the "system." Now, he has a permanent pipeline of free cash. Yet, he lives in a self-made garbage dump. I could care less, but I live in fear that one day I'll return to find Slob Manor in a smoldering ruins. The whole second floor is a fire hazard as well as a health hazard. Joker is the second coming of The Loser Living Upstairs. He is the Derelict Messiah, the Son of the Most Filthy. He is Molech, lamp-baked loser.

Lamp-Baked Foolishness (Continued)

"You will soon change your present line of work." -- Panda Express® fortune cookie

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Well, I purchased two big-ass slices of Kahuku Corn and Portuguese Sausage Meatloaf at Foodland this afternoon. The latter will serve as dinner for the next three days. While not a significant improvement over the usual lamp-baked chicken, there will at least be no need to dissect anything that remotely resembles a carcass. I've eaten the meatloaf before, and I must admit that it's very tasty. Not great for my cholesterol problem, though.

I have found a simple text editor called BluePad for my tablet computer. I installed it, but I have not tested it out. I have observed that there are two or three different "copy & paste" utilities available depending on the application in use. I do not know if they use a common clipboard, though. There's also a new Solitaire "app" available. Brings back old memories, eh? Should I install it? The tablet came with Need For Speed, but I will probably uninstall it. It takes up too much of the tablet's limited resident memory.

Incidentally, the lamp-baked chicken (which I often refer to) is actually cooked in a large rotisserie oven using the patented Huli Huli sauce. I borrowed the descriptor, "lamp-baked chicken," from another journal author way back when in the days of the old journal. Sadly, though, lamp-baked chicken is a reality on the mainland in many of the supermarkets. Although somewhat tender and juicy, the typical lamp-baked chicken is often extremely bland.

Lamp-Baked Foolishness

Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday has fallen to the wayside. After a two week hiatus, the hottie gym trainer has returned to the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. That's the only noteworthy event of the day.

I have been reading the CrackBerry Forums, amongst others, in order to keep informed about my tablet computer. However, the forums seem to be riddled with angst. There are a lot of unhappy BlackBerry® PlayBook® owners. And, there are a lot of Apple® iPad® users dropping by to specifically criticize and denigrate the PlayBook®. What's even worse is the sheer stupidity of testosterone-based brand loyalty. The empire is "going down the tubes," but the apathetic populace could care less. However, the mere mention that some features of the PlayBook® might be better than the iPad® and ... let's face it, I have never seen that kind of passion coming out of a bunch of slugs.

Every day, I witness the sheer number of fools constantly piddling around with their "smartphones" or all-in-one music players on the bus, in the gym (believe it, or not), at the library, at the mall, walking around, and everywhere else. The preoccupation with useless gadgets has reached epidemic proportions. I can readily understand why the ruse of Osama bin Laden has been so easy to pass on to such a gullible audience. The worst part is that most people are spending their time playing silly video games or sending useless text messages to each other. Little wonder why the moneychangers and powers-that-be are having their way with us. Sheesh!

I've been feasting on lamp-baked chicken continuously for about three weeks now. However, I have been losing my appetite for lamp-baked chicken, partly out of rote, mostly because I have become all too aware that I am eating a formerly live creature. I cannot help but be reminded of the latter fact when I am tearing the carcass apart and essentially dismantling its skeleton. I should not be overly affected as we humans are animals. And, other animals certainly follow the order of the food chain. For some reason, eating other animals just doesn't seem right. Perhaps we've been too sheltered from the "facts of life" with pre-butchered, pre-packaged animal foods. The only food that tastes good to me anymore is ice cream.

Siete de Mayo 2011

Same ol' shit. Same urban nomad kind-of-day. Same urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. And, of course, there's absolutely nothing to discuss in the "blog." Why has it come to this? Naturally, the "blog" readership is dwindling. I am watching the numbers in an effort to determine when I will make changes in the frequency of "blog" postings.

So, I am still feebly attempting to find workaround solutions to make my tablet computer more useful while I wait for the major operating system upgrades to be made available. I am already certain that the spreadsheet application will function adequately for my purposes. The only remaining problem is the "blog." If I reduce "blog" postings or mummify it completely, then I won't need a solution. As for downloading hurdy-gurdy videos, the obvious answer is to mummify the benign activity. Believe me, the downloading has already tapered off. I am, in fact, beginning to purge many titles from the massive hurdy-gurdy library.

For the time being, I really don't need much else than the Web browser on the tablet computer. I have not used the music player or the excellent video player. There are a lot of useless included "apps" (e.g., the music store and eBookstore) that I don't use and cannot uninstall. Incidentally, I tested the Web browser video capability using a sample HD clip on Vimeo. I set it to full screen, and it played flawlessly. The netbook absolutely cannot play the video clip. You may want to see how your computer fares.

By the way, in a week or so, I will pass the four-year mark insofar as my emancipation from wage slavery is concerned. That's right, I have been non-productive for four years. All I have been doing is following the same urban nomad routine day in and day out. Day in. Day out.

Post No. 1,832

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

I was groggy all day, this time thanks to Alan, fellow Slob Manor (read: rental housing) resident. The putz was up in the the wee hours of the morning working on another of his gold-engraved marble plaque projects. He makes no efforts to hold down the noise. He has an odd sleep schedule, often napping sporadically when he's home. I suspect, though, that he is really spending that time in the "zero force field" zone created in his squalid room by three separate and triangulated computer systems. He left the fruit of his labor out on display in the filthy living room. Upon closer scrutiny, I noticed that the workmanship was pretty shoddy.

The evening? Same ol' shit. What more could we expect? I will be composing the "blog," perusing the disgusting news, downloading hurdy-gurdy videos, and listening to Deep House on the netbook. Yeah, it functions just as well as a notebook (i.e., "laptop") computer. Then, later, I will lie around and piddle with my tablet computer, just to justify its cost. Will I get any sleep tonight? Who knows?

Thursday Mashup

If I really wanted to return the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer for a refund, then I would have only until tomorrow evening to do so. Office Depot®, like most retailers, offers a 14-day return policy. As you may have guessed, I am keeping the PlayBook® for a variety of reasons, even though I can do very little with it at this point in time.

BlackBerry® PlayBook®

In a way, tablet computers are very disappointing. The whole concept of tablet computing is the focus on an oversimplified and child-like experience. "Apps" are the big draw, mostly because the included Web browser is often deficient in features. Oddly, the PlayBook® has an excellent Web browser and a true multitasking operating system.

All I am waiting for is a decent text editor and a good file manager for my chosen tablet computer. If an "app" for "blogging" were to appear, I would probably opt to install it as well. Nothing else matters. The PlayBook® has been heavily criticized for its missing native e-mail, calendar, and contacts applications. I really don't miss them. The latter applications are the first ones that I uninstall on a conventional computer. Anybody desiring to keep up with PlayBook® development should tune into the CrackBerry site.

Well, I have been locked in an internalized existential crisis for days. Externally, I visualize myself as invisible. I have essentially withdrawn into a protective shell. I am ignoring all of the stupidity transpiring around me. I no longer react. Nor do I become confrontational. I have become so passive that I sometimes wonder whether I am even conscious.

l Yeah, I've been reviewing the so-called "big picture" in an attempt to survey the various milestones and historical markers that lie ahead. Every life event is being scrutinized in order to assess my ability to transition to the exodus. Of course, I can't ignore the various traps and barriers that I had set up in my more foolish days. Neither can I ignore my tortuous ordeal at Slob Manor (read: rental housing).

All in all, my tentative conclusion is that I can only escape the "system" at this very moment by voluntarily becoming homeless. Putting myself into another rental situation or moving back into the detestable "condotel" unit may bring about marginal improvements in "quality of life," or it may be an even worse scenario. Without having extensive financial resources, I really have only one viable option: homelessness.

In being totally honest with myself, I realize that homelessness is what I have been preparing for all along. The divestitures of my useless possessions, the downsizing of my computing capabilities ... all point to homelessness. The library is a daytime depot for the homeless. So, I am able to observe what works and what doesn't work as various homeless individuals come and go. Even when I am riding the bus, I am usually in a comatose state until the bus passes by a park filled with homeless campers. I scan their entire camp. Why has it come to this? What has brought me to this level of self-debasement? Ask Ben "Handjob" Bernanke of the Fed. He knows. With that said, the day can be summarized as ... same ol' shit!

Wednesday Mashup - Derealization

Same ol' shit. I'm not even sure if there's a need for a mashup. Sheesh! The only acquaintance that I run into daily is my homeless buddy. I'm kind of glad that I know him. He's always giving me tidbits of information that would definitely come in handy if I were to become homeless.

Typical Mashup Hottie

Incidentally, I ran into John (from Heald) at Ala Moana Center this morning. We only chatted for a couple of minutes. He's no longer married to the babe from the Philippines. "Long story," he told me.

Last night, I ended up installing the Firefox browser in Kubuntu on my netbook. Long story short, nothing works as good as Firefox. Well, at least I can resume my hurdy-gurdy video downloads, eh? Sadly, though, I am finding that many KDE applications often leave a lot to be desired. Originally, I wanted to keep the netbook in a pure KDE state. After all, the netbook was to be a "showcase" machine. Unfortunately, I did not see the folly of my thinking. Showcase? For whom?

I ended up replacing some other applications with non-KDE equivalents as well. At this point in time, I am tired of fiddling around with the Linux operating system and its applications. The netbook is my primary computer now, so it must be rock-solid reliable. I don't care if everything aesthetically integrates well or not.

Frankly, the whole stupidity of my obsession with computers is grating on my nerves. Of course, that's only the "tip of the iceberg." My entire life is comprised of essentially meaningless techno-memes. I should have "nipped it in the bud" a long time ago. Aside from my on-line financial transactions, my only need for computers centers on the "blog" and hurdy-gurdy video downloads. Yes, I have repeated the latter statement many times already. The hurdy-gurdy videos serve some kind of ridiculous purpose. However, what about the "blog"?

The "blog" appears to serve no purpose. I am constantly deviating from its established mandates. In addition, what I discuss is often pointless. There are some mundane personal historical markers. Yet, who really cares? I don't even know why I continue the benign activity. I am entrenched in existential crisis, what with so little time left, but I still continue to waste precious time composing gibberish.

Finally, the whole bin Laden affair has now approached the levels of extremely bad kabuki theater. It's so horrendous that the main characters are switching masks feverishly right during the performance. The damned plot keeps changing, too. I really don't know what to think aside from the fact that the truth has not been told. I am really trying hard to not think too much about it. I am already in a chronic state of derealization.

The empire's peon have accepted the storyline, no questions asked. The few people who are still capable of critical thinking are expressing extreme confusion. I am certain that they are experiencing derealization, the kind that's only possible because of severe incongruence. All I know is that something nefarious is going down.

Tuesday Mashup

Same ol' shit. Can I not hear about Osama bin Laden already? He was missing in action for ten years. Now, he's back to serve one final diversionary purpose. What are the empire's fascist leaders up to? What is really going down behind the smokescreen?

So far, two days have elapsed and there have been no further downloads or additions to the vast hurdy-gurdy DVD library. Downloads have been impossible on the netbook. If I switch to another browser, the problem may be resolved. However, I am not going there. In fact, I am downgrading KDE on Kubuntu "Maverick Meerkat" to remove unused applications and replace existing ones with even more basic versions. All in all, there is the distinct possibility that the massive hurdy-gurdy video library will be mummified soon. Anybody need a 640Gbyte portable hard drive? Just kidding!

Monday Mashup

"You have a flair for adding a fanciful dimension to any story." -- Panda Express® fortune cookie

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

At 4:45pm, about 45 minutes after I reluctantly arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the electric power went out. Some parts of the island were already experiencing severe thundershowers, so I assumed that lightning struck either a power line or a transformer. In any case, there would be no telling when the power would be restored.

At 6:15pm, the rain finally arrived. Originally, I had planned to make a dash for some other locale that still had power, taking my tablet computer with me. However, the downpour was definitely a deterrent. Fortunately, my netbook has a six-cell battery rated at about 8 hours. I decided to compose a draft of the "blog" and save it as a text file until I can upload it and format it whenever power is restored.

Surprisingly, the power was restored by 6:30pm. Usually, a situation as described would take hours, perhaps a whole day, to be remedied. Yeah, Hawai'i is likened to a Third World state. Well, I am certain that Joker (formerly Meathead) was extremely elated. The power failure had interrupted his day-long tube-watching marathon.

Well, I need not add any more comments about the bin Laden affair. Frankly, I spent most of the day wondering why I am an unwitting cast member in an extremely shitty B-movie. The plot is horrific, and there's not even any comic relief as a consolation. The "good cop, bad cop" theater is going downhill fast. Yet, the empire's delirious citizens just can't seem to get enough of the whole charade.

And, what about the Fukushima meltdown? There's been nothing, absolutely nothing ... with the exception of a single article on the [deleted] site yesterday. An excerpt:

Gundersen postulates that the upward vector, the upward thrust, from the explosion in Building 3 may have been sufficient to carry radioactive isotopes from the fuel rods into the atmosphere and to disperse them over many thousands of miles. He points out that uranium has been found on Hawaii, americium has been found in New England and plutonium dust has been found on the Fukushima site. These latter elements are transuranic, i.e. heavier than uranium, and indicate that nuclear fuel was volatilized at Fukushima.

Yeah, more bad theater, only this one is deadly.

Sunday Mashup - May Day 2011

Another uneventful urban nomad Kind-of-a-Sunday ... what more can be said? I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. As always, I locked myself in my squalid room, not to appear outside of my little box until tomorrow morning.

Typical May Day Hottie

As part of the "pagan" May Day celebration, I am finally going to drop the pathetic joke that I invoked many moons ago. As you may recall, I commenced using brand names with the registered trademark symbol (i.e., ®) and hyperlinks to the latter. It's a tiresome old joke that isn't even funny. I was parodying the ridiculous consumerist society so prevalent in the failed "civilization" paradigm, the very one we are forced to live in. Since I have divested almost all of my useless possessions, there is no need for me to refer to the remaining crap by brand names. We already know what brand of truck, netbook, tablet computer, and so forth that I regretfully still own.

Truth be known, the inclusion of such rote details is difficult with the netbook, my primary computer as of yesterday. I must go through a tedious process for their inclusion. I am also going to refrain, as best as possible, to use words that require italicizing. Text formatting is fairly simple on the netbook. On the tablet computer, that's another story. Since I cannot simply select text to apply formatting, I must type in the HTML CSS tags by hand. I have, however, found the additional symbol keys on the virtual keyboard, thank goodness. Yes, I am already making preparations, albeit premature, to deprecate the netbook.

I ran the "live" version of Kubuntu "Natty Narwhal" and did not notice any major changes from the version that I am running on the netbook. Thus, I have decided to forgo the new installation. I'll be sticking with "Maverick Meerkat" for now. I don't need any more headaches.

So, Osama bin Laden is "deceased." Allegedly, a secret military operation invoked by the empire was able find him in Pakistan and terminate him with extreme prejudice. That, after more than a decade of surreptitiously avoiding capture. How convenient. The masses apparently bought into the bogus story without question. Critical thinking is really a lost art, eh? Obviously, the non-event is a smokescreen for something else going down. What could it be?