The "Wild Things" series is a real piece of work, I have to admit. Lots of gorgeous young hotties. When the original film appeared, it was considered quite racy and provocative. Heck, every character in the four flicks is sleazy. Of course, these days, "Wild Things" could be considered a documentary. Sheesh! Be sure to check out the memorable series on the Crackle® site.
Have you been wondering about the Fukushima meltdown? Fukushima what? Yeah, it's been that long. And, there's been very little in the "mainstream" news. No surprise, eh? So, if truth is what you are after, let me point you toward Iori Mochizuki's Fukushima Diary site. Lots of information there.
The day? [Disconnected]
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Mondo Fool I
Yesterday, I neglected to mention that I stopped off at Zippy's after my workout at the gym. I purchased a cup of iced tea. Then, I sat in the open-air dining area for about an hour just staring out toward Kuapa Pond. I really felt at peace with myself for once.
Later last night, I viewed the flick, "Wild Things 3," on the Crackle® site with my beloved tablet computer. The sequels are much cheesier than the original, but the few laughs that I enjoyed made up for the latter. I'll probably view the last sequel, "Wild Things 4," late tonight.
I had originally planned to drive my truck to Ala Moana Center this morning and engage in a mild consumer spree. I really don't care to go shopping, even for necessities. So, the day ended up being essentially the same ol' shit, although I am still suffering from the ravages of a mild common cold. I am mainly dealing with post-nasal drip, the scourge or old codgers. Thus, I have still been dispensing the generic cold and flu elixir to myself, albeit just half a dosage before bedtime.
I was pretty much at wit's end today with my urban nomad routine. Actually, I don't mind going to the gym. I just despise commuting with myriad fools on the bus. Even the library has outlived its usefulness. I don't know. Perhaps the common cold is getting to me. Or, maybe my viewing of the film, "Passengers," is having much more profound effects on my psyche than I had previously thought.
I am certain that anyone could ascertain the elementary theme of the film. That's probably why it received so many poor reviews. I didn't find the elementary theme to be the most important aspect. Rather, the film became an experience, a window of consciousness. That's when even the most elementary of themes can become quite haunting. Could I call that an epiphany?
Later last night, I viewed the flick, "Wild Things 3," on the Crackle® site with my beloved tablet computer. The sequels are much cheesier than the original, but the few laughs that I enjoyed made up for the latter. I'll probably view the last sequel, "Wild Things 4," late tonight.
I had originally planned to drive my truck to Ala Moana Center this morning and engage in a mild consumer spree. I really don't care to go shopping, even for necessities. So, the day ended up being essentially the same ol' shit, although I am still suffering from the ravages of a mild common cold. I am mainly dealing with post-nasal drip, the scourge or old codgers. Thus, I have still been dispensing the generic cold and flu elixir to myself, albeit just half a dosage before bedtime.
I was pretty much at wit's end today with my urban nomad routine. Actually, I don't mind going to the gym. I just despise commuting with myriad fools on the bus. Even the library has outlived its usefulness. I don't know. Perhaps the common cold is getting to me. Or, maybe my viewing of the film, "Passengers," is having much more profound effects on my psyche than I had previously thought.
I am certain that anyone could ascertain the elementary theme of the film. That's probably why it received so many poor reviews. I didn't find the elementary theme to be the most important aspect. Rather, the film became an experience, a window of consciousness. That's when even the most elementary of themes can become quite haunting. Could I call that an epiphany?
Monday, February 27, 2012
Mondo Cane (Continued)
Last night, I wasted a lot of time watching flicks on the Crackle® site. Aside from hurdy-gurdy video clips, I have not watched any "mainstream" flicks in a long time. What did I view? "Wild Things 2," since I was very impressed by the original. "Passengers" was by far one of best films I have seen. Finally, I viewed the formulaic, "Alien Hunter." Some people may complain that the selection on Crackle® is too old and limited. I, for one, have no complaints. Viewing is free, so what more could I ask for?
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms mentioned that she and her fellow congregationalists will have to attend the Palolo branch of the cult because the current location that three large congregations share in Aina Haina will soon be history. A few years ago, the main headquarters of the cult purchased the prime property for well over $1 million. A new non-descript building was constructed to house three congregations. Now, the property is being sold. The three congregations are being displaced and inconvenienced. Moms could not understand the logic.
I have little concern about the cult, so I did not spare moms the real truth. The cult purchased the property knowing full well that it would appreciate in value. It's zoned for commercial use, so that's really going to bring in some mullah. Since the cult is a religious organization, the proceeds of the sale will be tax exempt. The cult will double or triple its initial investment at the least. Any other explanation would only be foolish. I would like moms to exit the cult because, frankly, Jesus is not coming back. He didn't return "invisibly" in 1922 either. And, God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist.
Thank goodness that the cult members abstain from voting in the empire's election. Otherwise, they would probably flock to Mitt Romney or Rick Santorum. What everyone in the world should wonder is how allegedly intelligent adults can only depend on religious beliefs to select their evil leaders. Although all of the candidates claim to be "Christian," they are actually much closer to being Satanists. Devil worshipers. Those disciples of Molech are shrewd enough to realize that anything idiotic can pass as truth as long as it is part of "God's will." That's why the moronic populace is so supportive of the empire's current and future wars ... "God's wars." How long can a fictional deity maintain such a firm grip on humans?
A long day. I was still ravaged by the common cold. My entire body ached. And then, I accidentally "soiled my underwear." Yeah, old age decrepitude is coming on fast for the ol' lavahead, isn't it? Fortunately, I had a clean pair of underwear in my gym bag. Well, at least I was able to get the ridiculous "safety check" performed on my truck this afternoon. Obviously, I waited until the last minute ... well, last two days ... to do so.
My final words for the day are to, once again, praise the flick, "Passengers." Yeah, I know that it was a subtle take on "Jacob's Ladder." I figured out "Jacob's Ladder" fairly quickly, whereas I was completely fooled by the plot of "Passengers" until the end. Yet, there's something more about the story that both intrigues me and haunts me.cult
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms mentioned that she and her fellow congregationalists will have to attend the Palolo branch of the cult because the current location that three large congregations share in Aina Haina will soon be history. A few years ago, the main headquarters of the cult purchased the prime property for well over $1 million. A new non-descript building was constructed to house three congregations. Now, the property is being sold. The three congregations are being displaced and inconvenienced. Moms could not understand the logic.
I have little concern about the cult, so I did not spare moms the real truth. The cult purchased the property knowing full well that it would appreciate in value. It's zoned for commercial use, so that's really going to bring in some mullah. Since the cult is a religious organization, the proceeds of the sale will be tax exempt. The cult will double or triple its initial investment at the least. Any other explanation would only be foolish. I would like moms to exit the cult because, frankly, Jesus is not coming back. He didn't return "invisibly" in 1922 either. And, God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist.
Thank goodness that the cult members abstain from voting in the empire's election. Otherwise, they would probably flock to Mitt Romney or Rick Santorum. What everyone in the world should wonder is how allegedly intelligent adults can only depend on religious beliefs to select their evil leaders. Although all of the candidates claim to be "Christian," they are actually much closer to being Satanists. Devil worshipers. Those disciples of Molech are shrewd enough to realize that anything idiotic can pass as truth as long as it is part of "God's will." That's why the moronic populace is so supportive of the empire's current and future wars ... "God's wars." How long can a fictional deity maintain such a firm grip on humans?
A long day. I was still ravaged by the common cold. My entire body ached. And then, I accidentally "soiled my underwear." Yeah, old age decrepitude is coming on fast for the ol' lavahead, isn't it? Fortunately, I had a clean pair of underwear in my gym bag. Well, at least I was able to get the ridiculous "safety check" performed on my truck this afternoon. Obviously, I waited until the last minute ... well, last two days ... to do so.
My final words for the day are to, once again, praise the flick, "Passengers." Yeah, I know that it was a subtle take on "Jacob's Ladder." I figured out "Jacob's Ladder" fairly quickly, whereas I was completely fooled by the plot of "Passengers" until the end. Yet, there's something more about the story that both intrigues me and haunts me.cult
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Mondo Cane
Last night, I ended up watching the flick, "The International," on my tablet computer courtesy, the Crackle® site. I had nothing else to do since I was still suffering from the effects of the common cold. What astonishes me, however, is how the relatively mild common cold nearly made me an invalid. I say, "mild," because I did not experience a sore throat or a nagging cough. Well, that's more proof that senior citizens just become more and more fragile over time.
I completed my Sunday ritual nonetheless, even though I was plagued with a dull headache. My entire body ached, for that matter. Yeah, still illin'. The generic cold and flu elixir seemed to be effective since I slept relatively well last night. Sleep is necessary for a decrepit senior citizen's body to rejuvenate.
I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. Of course, I had nothing to do except for a couple of mundane chores. At least I was able to lie down on my dilapidated bed when I felt woozy. I ate the other half of the Subway® sandwich for dinner. I am beginning to wonder if I could live entirely off of Subway® sandwiches.
As for the evening ... same ol' illin' shit. I may download a couple of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips later, if at all possible. I have also been considering the pruning of my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). The perfect time to do so is when I am not feeling well. I would be more inclined to mummify as many hurdy-gurdy video clips as possible because of general irritability. Heck, I may even mummify the entire HGVL. Sheesh!
By the way, I have switched to using the DuckDuckGo search engine exclusively, if I need to perform a Web search. I have also set my Web browsers to disallow tracking. My recommendation is that everyone should follow the latter precautionary guidelines. Why? Just take my word for it.
I completed my Sunday ritual nonetheless, even though I was plagued with a dull headache. My entire body ached, for that matter. Yeah, still illin'. The generic cold and flu elixir seemed to be effective since I slept relatively well last night. Sleep is necessary for a decrepit senior citizen's body to rejuvenate.
I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. Of course, I had nothing to do except for a couple of mundane chores. At least I was able to lie down on my dilapidated bed when I felt woozy. I ate the other half of the Subway® sandwich for dinner. I am beginning to wonder if I could live entirely off of Subway® sandwiches.
As for the evening ... same ol' illin' shit. I may download a couple of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips later, if at all possible. I have also been considering the pruning of my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). The perfect time to do so is when I am not feeling well. I would be more inclined to mummify as many hurdy-gurdy video clips as possible because of general irritability. Heck, I may even mummify the entire HGVL. Sheesh!
By the way, I have switched to using the DuckDuckGo search engine exclusively, if I need to perform a Web search. I have also set my Web browsers to disallow tracking. My recommendation is that everyone should follow the latter precautionary guidelines. Why? Just take my word for it.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Illin' Fool Redux
Common cold, not the flu. That's the verdict I came up with in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep due to nasal congestion and post-nasal drip. Even after the nasal passages cleared up slightly, I could not fall asleep. So, every few minutes I would change from the supine position to laying on my side and vice versa. By morning, my whole body ached.
I was on my way to fulfill my usual urban nomad routine at 8:15am this morning. I was still extremely groggy with a dull headache. Once at my first stopover at Ala Moana Center, I procured a bottle of generic cold and flu elixir along with a cup of coffee at Foodland. As much as I dislike taking any kind of medication, I just could not see myself going through another night of agony.
At the library, I perused the book, "Toxic Free," by Debra Dadd. Highly recommended. I cut my time at the library short because I was growing even more fatigued. A brief but heavy rain shower provided the impetus to move on because I did not want to be stuck in town in the rain. Once again, I performed a senior citizen version of my usual workout at the gym.
I was actually standing at the bus stop by 1pm. However, I was hungry. Feeling as bad as I did, I decided to treat myself to a sandwich at Subway®. Great idea! I was quite rejuvenated afterward. Perhaps malnutrition, as I have always suspected, is at the root cause of most of my physiological problems.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3pm, I made preparations to convalesce for the rest of the afternoon and evening. As an ailing senior citizen, I have no other options. No downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips either. I am just too fatigued. Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day.
I was on my way to fulfill my usual urban nomad routine at 8:15am this morning. I was still extremely groggy with a dull headache. Once at my first stopover at Ala Moana Center, I procured a bottle of generic cold and flu elixir along with a cup of coffee at Foodland. As much as I dislike taking any kind of medication, I just could not see myself going through another night of agony.
At the library, I perused the book, "Toxic Free," by Debra Dadd. Highly recommended. I cut my time at the library short because I was growing even more fatigued. A brief but heavy rain shower provided the impetus to move on because I did not want to be stuck in town in the rain. Once again, I performed a senior citizen version of my usual workout at the gym.
I was actually standing at the bus stop by 1pm. However, I was hungry. Feeling as bad as I did, I decided to treat myself to a sandwich at Subway®. Great idea! I was quite rejuvenated afterward. Perhaps malnutrition, as I have always suspected, is at the root cause of most of my physiological problems.
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3pm, I made preparations to convalesce for the rest of the afternoon and evening. As an ailing senior citizen, I have no other options. No downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips either. I am just too fatigued. Let's hope that tomorrow is a better day.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Illin' Fool (Reprise)
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Well, I knew something was wrong before I even departed Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this morning. I felt extremely groggy even though I had slept relatively well. The operational term, of course, is "relatively."
I was experiencing extreme clumsiness. When I reached for something, I would miss the target by a few inches and bump my hand into something else. Caught by surprise each time, I instinctively flung my head back only to bump it into an unforeseen object. I was becoming extremely irate. I also felt pain everywhere. My right should was hurting more than usual. My left shoulder, with the intermittent pinched nerve, was also aching. My numb right thigh was in pain as well. And, if you can believe it, my right calf muscle also ached in the exact spot that I tore the muscle about a year ago. Finally, my groggy head developed into a dull headache by mid-afternoon.
When I returned to Slob Manor, I was exhausted. I did nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I was forced to follow the senior citizen workout at the gym due to so much pain and discomfort. I noticed that I felt warmer than usual, although I did not have a fever. My guess is that I have contracted an unknown strain of the flu. I was too fatigued to do anything. I couldn't even bring myself to download a single hurdy-gurdy video clip. Definitely something wrong here. Heck, I could barely make it through the "blog." Sheesh!
I was experiencing extreme clumsiness. When I reached for something, I would miss the target by a few inches and bump my hand into something else. Caught by surprise each time, I instinctively flung my head back only to bump it into an unforeseen object. I was becoming extremely irate. I also felt pain everywhere. My right should was hurting more than usual. My left shoulder, with the intermittent pinched nerve, was also aching. My numb right thigh was in pain as well. And, if you can believe it, my right calf muscle also ached in the exact spot that I tore the muscle about a year ago. Finally, my groggy head developed into a dull headache by mid-afternoon.
When I returned to Slob Manor, I was exhausted. I did nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, I was forced to follow the senior citizen workout at the gym due to so much pain and discomfort. I noticed that I felt warmer than usual, although I did not have a fever. My guess is that I have contracted an unknown strain of the flu. I was too fatigued to do anything. I couldn't even bring myself to download a single hurdy-gurdy video clip. Definitely something wrong here. Heck, I could barely make it through the "blog." Sheesh!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Lamp-Baked Illusion X
Absolutely nothing to report. Same ol' shit, but the whole affair went smoothly. My right shoulder has improved slightly. My right thigh is still numb. I attempted to minimize my thoughts about anything, which is why there is nothing of substance to discuss in the "blog." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Well, I have been wasting quite a bit of time with the newly revived BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. Obviously, I was definitely not accomplishing anything of importance. Heck, I haven't even loaded an actual spreadsheet in order to verify the functionality of the spreadsheet "app." So, what have I been doing? I don't know.
On a side note, I have been able to download a small handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips in the past few days. No, there has been zero improvement with file-sharing services. Actually, it's worse. Hurdy-gurdy aficionados with always-on desktop computers can simply set up downloads to continue on through the wee hours of the morning (not recommended with portable computers). I don't have that option. Thus, the benign activity is still essentially mummified.
Aleska Diamond
Since we are on the topic of hurdy-gurdy videos, then we should mention Euro hurdy-gurdy hottie, Aleska Diamond. Whew! There are many fine Euro hurdy-gurdy hotties, by the way. Baby is definitely in the "Top Ten." Be sure to check out her extensive portfolio at FreeOnes®.
Well, I have been wasting quite a bit of time with the newly revived BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. Obviously, I was definitely not accomplishing anything of importance. Heck, I haven't even loaded an actual spreadsheet in order to verify the functionality of the spreadsheet "app." So, what have I been doing? I don't know.
On a side note, I have been able to download a small handful of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips in the past few days. No, there has been zero improvement with file-sharing services. Actually, it's worse. Hurdy-gurdy aficionados with always-on desktop computers can simply set up downloads to continue on through the wee hours of the morning (not recommended with portable computers). I don't have that option. Thus, the benign activity is still essentially mummified.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Post No. 2,124
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Later, I attempted to shop for a new gym bag at Ross® as well as shop for groceries at Safeway®. What a terrible experience! I have never run into so many rude asswipes in such a short period of time. One asswipe after another. As far as I'm concerned, society has disintegrated. I am surprised that random fist fights are not more common. I gather that most of the fools are essentially "brain dead" anyway.
What I really need to do is to establish one dedicated shopping day. I would drive my truck to Ala Moana Center and "home base" it there. Then, I would could either walk or ride the bus to various shopping mausoleums sans my tattered gym bag. Yes, on most days, I am tethered to my gym bag. I could then procure a new gym bag, a new case for my tablet computer, and whatever else. I could then return to "home base" at any time to lock up what I have purchased. After all is said and done, I could simply ride the bus to town afterwards to work out at the gym. Thus, why didn't I do so during the last boring holiday? Well, my biggest problem is that I hate to spend money foolishly.
I was actually relieved to return to my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) even though there has been a strong lingering odor reminiscent of dog shit (read: excrement). The odor is horrific. Fortunately, I have been distracted by the tablet computer. Yes, the tablet computer is poised to resume primary duties sometime in the future. I am not planning to replace the netbook after it "conks out." What will I do with my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL)? Gosh, I don't know.
What I really need to do is to establish one dedicated shopping day. I would drive my truck to Ala Moana Center and "home base" it there. Then, I would could either walk or ride the bus to various shopping mausoleums sans my tattered gym bag. Yes, on most days, I am tethered to my gym bag. I could then procure a new gym bag, a new case for my tablet computer, and whatever else. I could then return to "home base" at any time to lock up what I have purchased. After all is said and done, I could simply ride the bus to town afterwards to work out at the gym. Thus, why didn't I do so during the last boring holiday? Well, my biggest problem is that I hate to spend money foolishly.
I was actually relieved to return to my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) even though there has been a strong lingering odor reminiscent of dog shit (read: excrement). The odor is horrific. Fortunately, I have been distracted by the tablet computer. Yes, the tablet computer is poised to resume primary duties sometime in the future. I am not planning to replace the netbook after it "conks out." What will I do with my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL)? Gosh, I don't know.
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Tablet Computer Revival
The general anticipation last night for the alleged BlackBerry® PlayBook® operating system upgrade was brutal. I monitored the loyal fans on the CrackBerry Forums all evening. The estimated time for the update was 4am EST, which translated to 11pm HST. So, I waited.
Well, 11pm came and went. The CrackBerry Forums lit up. Lot's of nonsense coming and going. Servers are down indefinitely. Company emergency conference call scheduled. Blah, blah, blah. Then, the new prediction of 5am EST (Midnight HST) appeared. I waited until midnight. During the wait, a few "troll" comedians posted that they were downloading the update.
Midnight came and went. Nada. Wait! At 12:05am HST, the forums lit up again. Lots of excitement. The upgrade officially appeared. At 12:10am, the notification for my tablet computer appeared. Downloading and installation took a bit of time. However, when I rebooted at 12:33pm ... mummify! Mummify what? I don't know.
The day? Same ol' shit. I was fatigued because I was up to at least 1am this morning fooling around with the tablet computer. At the gym, I implemented a version of the senior citizen workout. Yeah, my right shoulder is still giving me grief.
BlackBerry® PlayBook®
When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I eventually continued my rediscovery of the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. I have no need for most of the new "apps" (e.g., e-mail client, contacts, calendar). I managed to verify that the spreadsheet "app" has been revamped. Very nice now, with lots of new features. Then, I uninstalled as many useless "apps" as possible. The tablet computer is now ready for prime time.
Well, 11pm came and went. The CrackBerry Forums lit up. Lot's of nonsense coming and going. Servers are down indefinitely. Company emergency conference call scheduled. Blah, blah, blah. Then, the new prediction of 5am EST (Midnight HST) appeared. I waited until midnight. During the wait, a few "troll" comedians posted that they were downloading the update.
Midnight came and went. Nada. Wait! At 12:05am HST, the forums lit up again. Lots of excitement. The upgrade officially appeared. At 12:10am, the notification for my tablet computer appeared. Downloading and installation took a bit of time. However, when I rebooted at 12:33pm ... mummify! Mummify what? I don't know.
The day? Same ol' shit. I was fatigued because I was up to at least 1am this morning fooling around with the tablet computer. At the gym, I implemented a version of the senior citizen workout. Yeah, my right shoulder is still giving me grief.
Monday, February 20, 2012
No Time For Holidays II
My poor shoulder was in pain all evening as to be expected. We often take our bodies for granted until something happens. In the last few months, though, I have striven to not take my body for granted. Rather, I have come to realize that my body has always been faithful to me, even through times of total neglect. Now, my body is beginning to fall apart. I can see all the wrinkles forming and maturing, all of the old man spots proliferating. I can feel the new aches and pains that keep cropping up.
Each and every day I take some time to look at the miracle of life that I call "my body." Sometimes I look at my hands or my feet. Sometimes, I observe the hair growing on my arms and legs. I often inspect my fingernails in wonderment. My aging skin is a real curiosity. Then, there's my teeth, my nose, and so forth. I should have taken better care of myself. I should have refrained from cheap booze and junk food. How many more ailments are ready to manifest themselves just because I was too foolish?
I followed the same benign Sunday itinerary yet again. No special holiday excursions, although I happened to stop off in Aina Haina to procure an ice cream treat before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, I implemented an asymmetric weight workout at the gym to accommodate my aching shoulder. So far, no improvement. I suspect that a month of time will be required for full recovery.
Have you been reading the news? Depressing, isn't it? More and more talk of war. Sheer stupidity. Any incursion into Syria or Iran is a sure sign of the imminent fall of "Western civilization." And, really, how much longer will Russia and China tolerate that nonsense? There's also been strange coverage about the planned default of Greece on March 23rd of this year.
How about another retrospective look at hurdy-gurdy hottie Lindsay Meadows? Baby is so fine, eh? In memoriam of hurdy-gurdy downloads of days past. Now, the big question: will the operating system update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer be available tomorrow?
Each and every day I take some time to look at the miracle of life that I call "my body." Sometimes I look at my hands or my feet. Sometimes, I observe the hair growing on my arms and legs. I often inspect my fingernails in wonderment. My aging skin is a real curiosity. Then, there's my teeth, my nose, and so forth. I should have taken better care of myself. I should have refrained from cheap booze and junk food. How many more ailments are ready to manifest themselves just because I was too foolish?
I followed the same benign Sunday itinerary yet again. No special holiday excursions, although I happened to stop off in Aina Haina to procure an ice cream treat before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, I implemented an asymmetric weight workout at the gym to accommodate my aching shoulder. So far, no improvement. I suspect that a month of time will be required for full recovery.
Have you been reading the news? Depressing, isn't it? More and more talk of war. Sheer stupidity. Any incursion into Syria or Iran is a sure sign of the imminent fall of "Western civilization." And, really, how much longer will Russia and China tolerate that nonsense? There's also been strange coverage about the planned default of Greece on March 23rd of this year.
How about another retrospective look at hurdy-gurdy hottie Lindsay Meadows? Baby is so fine, eh? In memoriam of hurdy-gurdy downloads of days past. Now, the big question: will the operating system update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer be available tomorrow?
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Pain & Decrepitude
As I was readying myself to alight the bus in town this morning, I was taken aback by a sudden swerve by the driver. In the process, I felt my right shoulder explode in pain when the metal stanchion that I was stabilizing myself with violently jerked loose from my grip. Not a typical Sunday, I tell you.
Even a brief glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym did nothing to soothe my shoulder. Baby was looking mighty fine, though. Foolishly, I attempted to perform my usual weight workout. I was writhing in pain so much that I had to cut the activity short. The day was essentially a wasted enterprise.
I am in some serious pain, my friends. My right shoulder most likely has a pulled muscle. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. My left shoulder experiences intermittent pain because of a pinched nerve. And, my tooth, the molar that had a root canal, continues to give me grief. Welcome to the world of the decrepit senior citizen!
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. I had to perform my usual chores (i.e., laundry, clean my cheesy electric razor). Even seemingly trivial tasks requires a fully functional right arm. To say that I was experiencing severe discomfort would be an understatement.
Lindsay Meadows
Well, with the mummification of hurdy-gurdy downloads and my newly sustained injury, there was absolutely nothing for me to do except to vegetate in my squalid room. So, I should at least pay tribute to my favorite hurdy-gurdy hottie of all time, Lindsay Meadows. Baby has not come out of retirement, much to the chagrin of all of her fans. Who could ever replace her? No one, I'm afraid.
Even a brief glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym did nothing to soothe my shoulder. Baby was looking mighty fine, though. Foolishly, I attempted to perform my usual weight workout. I was writhing in pain so much that I had to cut the activity short. The day was essentially a wasted enterprise.
I am in some serious pain, my friends. My right shoulder most likely has a pulled muscle. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. My left shoulder experiences intermittent pain because of a pinched nerve. And, my tooth, the molar that had a root canal, continues to give me grief. Welcome to the world of the decrepit senior citizen!
I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm. I had to perform my usual chores (i.e., laundry, clean my cheesy electric razor). Even seemingly trivial tasks requires a fully functional right arm. To say that I was experiencing severe discomfort would be an understatement.
Saturday, February 18, 2012
Game Over
The download experiment of yesterday required nine hours to completion for a medium-sized hurdy-gurdy file. Adding insult to injury, the last remaining quality file-sharing site has throttled download speeds to zilch as of right now. So, that's it, my friends. Game over. At least I wasn't foolish enough to divest my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL).
Since the library is closed for the holidays, I had no choice but to follow the Sunday itinerary. Thus, I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm with absolutely nothing to do. Well, I may be able to download one new hurdy-gurdy video clip every now and then, provided that I have the patience to do so.
Karina White
Not much left to do, I suppose, except to highlight another hurdy-gurdy hottie, Karina White. Baby is a relatively new to the hurdy-gurdy scene. Her latest feature was shot for Naughty America®. And, be sure to check out her prfile on the FreeOnes® site.
Since the library is closed for the holidays, I had no choice but to follow the Sunday itinerary. Thus, I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 2pm with absolutely nothing to do. Well, I may be able to download one new hurdy-gurdy video clip every now and then, provided that I have the patience to do so.
Friday, February 17, 2012
Post No. 2,119
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I followed the same itinerary and returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:15pm. Obviously, I was beside myself, what with little to do except vegetate.
So, late this afternoon, I decided to wash my truck with the wash/wax elixir. A true comedy of errors, but not worthy of repeating. Naturally, there was a rain shower just a few minutes after I completed the task. Never mind that there hasn't been any trace of precipitation for weeks.
Well, downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips as a benign activity has finally come to an abrupt end. In other words, game over. There is now only one reliable file-sharing site remaining. However, files are quickly deleted by site administrators, usually within a couple of hours after posting. Other sites have adopted nefarious methods to discourage downloading. Not only is the download speed slow, but the file transfer uses one-second bursts with a three- to five-second pause between. In fact, I am experimenting with a select file as we speak. The Web browser's download manager is reporting three hours of time left. However, that's what it has been reporting for the last 3.75 hours. Now that there's no way to download any new hurdy-gurdy video clips, what am I going to do in the evenings?
Finally, the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer did not receive the update for the new operating system as predicted by many fools in the field. The new prediction is set for February 21st. Parent company Research in Motion® only made vague references to February 2012 as being the month that the update would appear. I would not be all that surprised to find us still waiting a few months from now.
So, late this afternoon, I decided to wash my truck with the wash/wax elixir. A true comedy of errors, but not worthy of repeating. Naturally, there was a rain shower just a few minutes after I completed the task. Never mind that there hasn't been any trace of precipitation for weeks.
Well, downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips as a benign activity has finally come to an abrupt end. In other words, game over. There is now only one reliable file-sharing site remaining. However, files are quickly deleted by site administrators, usually within a couple of hours after posting. Other sites have adopted nefarious methods to discourage downloading. Not only is the download speed slow, but the file transfer uses one-second bursts with a three- to five-second pause between. In fact, I am experimenting with a select file as we speak. The Web browser's download manager is reporting three hours of time left. However, that's what it has been reporting for the last 3.75 hours. Now that there's no way to download any new hurdy-gurdy video clips, what am I going to do in the evenings?
Finally, the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer did not receive the update for the new operating system as predicted by many fools in the field. The new prediction is set for February 21st. Parent company Research in Motion® only made vague references to February 2012 as being the month that the update would appear. I would not be all that surprised to find us still waiting a few months from now.
Thursday, February 16, 2012
Lamp-Baked Life XIII
While waiting at the bus stop at Ala Moana Center this morning, a guy sitting on an adjacent bench asked me, "Where did you get those board shorts?" I responded that I procured them at Ross®. He's a local guy. He fed bread crumbs to a bevy of birds as we chatted. Turns out, he's retired. He worked for a petroleum company for 40 years, all of that time spent outside the empire. He was glad to be home, but he didn't know if he would remain in Hawai'i too much longer. Way too expensive, he told me. He's been retired for only seven months. He asked if I was retired. "No," I said. "I'm just on a long vacation." He laughed.
At the library, I completed reading the book, "Scammed: How to Save Money and Find Better Service in a World of Schemes, Swindles, and Shady Deals," by Chris Elliot. The book does not actually pertain to my situation since I am an ascetic, but there was one bit of advice that struck a chord. I have not made the dreaded phone call to the State Tax Office to straighten out the faulty revision that an anonymous reviewer performed on my tax returns. Thus, I was shorted $15 from my refund amount. The problem, of course, is that I do not want to go through the "phone tree" ordeal. Elliot, in discussing consumer "phone tree" foolishness, suggests that consumers bypass the latter by using other forms of communication. Then, it dawned upon me. I will simply mail a letter with suitable documentation (without required prior authorization) to the tax office. I'm not going to sit around for an hour or so while I'm placed on hold.
Well, I am discovering more and more little quirks with Kubuntu "Oneiric Ocelot," some of which I would consider to be regressions. Plymouth is much improved, though. I have also found two solutions concerning the constant crashing of the Muon Software Center. One requires the addition of partner repositories. The other is to simply initiate Muon through the command line using "muon" rather than "muon-installer" to initiate the application. Frankly, the Synaptic package manager works the best.
Finally, there is now only one reliable file-sharing service remaining, that is, with adequate download speeds. What does that mean? Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips is rapidly approaching the "end of the line." Other sites that have not shut down completely or curtailed services are so slow that a minimum of 12 to 72 hours is required to download a medium-sized file. Not worth the effort.
At the library, I completed reading the book, "Scammed: How to Save Money and Find Better Service in a World of Schemes, Swindles, and Shady Deals," by Chris Elliot. The book does not actually pertain to my situation since I am an ascetic, but there was one bit of advice that struck a chord. I have not made the dreaded phone call to the State Tax Office to straighten out the faulty revision that an anonymous reviewer performed on my tax returns. Thus, I was shorted $15 from my refund amount. The problem, of course, is that I do not want to go through the "phone tree" ordeal. Elliot, in discussing consumer "phone tree" foolishness, suggests that consumers bypass the latter by using other forms of communication. Then, it dawned upon me. I will simply mail a letter with suitable documentation (without required prior authorization) to the tax office. I'm not going to sit around for an hour or so while I'm placed on hold.
Well, I am discovering more and more little quirks with Kubuntu "Oneiric Ocelot," some of which I would consider to be regressions. Plymouth is much improved, though. I have also found two solutions concerning the constant crashing of the Muon Software Center. One requires the addition of partner repositories. The other is to simply initiate Muon through the command line using "muon" rather than "muon-installer" to initiate the application. Frankly, the Synaptic package manager works the best.
Finally, there is now only one reliable file-sharing service remaining, that is, with adequate download speeds. What does that mean? Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips is rapidly approaching the "end of the line." Other sites that have not shut down completely or curtailed services are so slow that a minimum of 12 to 72 hours is required to download a medium-sized file. Not worth the effort.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
General Dullness XIX
No sleep last night. There's some kind of noise emanating from the attached studio about every hour or so. I am wondering if the forty-something chick who resides in the studio is harboring an unauthorized dog or cat. I can't hear the "pitter patter" of little animal feet, though. There's only a loud noise which sounds like a couple of metal pipes falling on the floor and being dragged around. Whenever the chick is home, she never talks to the phantom pet. Perhaps one of the appliances in unit is malfunctioning.
The day? Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. I was way too fatigued to do much else. So, I completed my itinerary in a zombie-like state. Upon return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I found the front door wide open and no one around. Joker and his buddy returned about two hours later to move more stuff. I thought he was finished yesterday. The landlord must have left the door ajar for him.
Alan apparently had the broken turn signal lens on his vehicle repaired by another of Joker's buddies who owns an automobile repair shop. So, Joker followed through. He is a man of honor (within a limited scope).
I had an interesting chat with Kyle this evening about various topics. Perhaps I have been just too fatigued and paranoid (induced by fatigue). Kyle's an alright guy. Alan's okay, too. And, so is Joker (in his own way). I have got much more important matters to ponder than just the nonsense transpiring at Slob Manor. Sheesh!
The day? Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. I was way too fatigued to do much else. So, I completed my itinerary in a zombie-like state. Upon return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I found the front door wide open and no one around. Joker and his buddy returned about two hours later to move more stuff. I thought he was finished yesterday. The landlord must have left the door ajar for him.
Alan apparently had the broken turn signal lens on his vehicle repaired by another of Joker's buddies who owns an automobile repair shop. So, Joker followed through. He is a man of honor (within a limited scope).
I had an interesting chat with Kyle this evening about various topics. Perhaps I have been just too fatigued and paranoid (induced by fatigue). Kyle's an alright guy. Alan's okay, too. And, so is Joker (in his own way). I have got much more important matters to ponder than just the nonsense transpiring at Slob Manor. Sheesh!
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Lamp-Baked Illusion IX
Same ol' shit. Nada to report. Pending tasks are piling up, but I refuse to do anything about the situation. Well, at least I am willing to accept the consequences of my inaction. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
At Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently moved out. He made a big push to move the remaining bulky items last night with the help of a buddy. I heard the ruckus while I was locked away in my squalid room. Joker did not play any brinkmanship games with the landlord. So, I suppose that Joker is an honorable guy (within an obviously limited framework).
Problems at Slob Manor are far from over, though. I have been observing (in deep shock) how Kyle has been manipulating and pressuring the landlord lately. He has also become somewhat controlling (e.g., pressuring Alan to clean up after himself) and seems to want everything done his way. I haven't been targeted for control so far. Fortunately, he's not around the dump very much. I can easily avoid him without much effort. Slob Manor ... what a dump!
At Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently moved out. He made a big push to move the remaining bulky items last night with the help of a buddy. I heard the ruckus while I was locked away in my squalid room. Joker did not play any brinkmanship games with the landlord. So, I suppose that Joker is an honorable guy (within an obviously limited framework).
Problems at Slob Manor are far from over, though. I have been observing (in deep shock) how Kyle has been manipulating and pressuring the landlord lately. He has also become somewhat controlling (e.g., pressuring Alan to clean up after himself) and seems to want everything done his way. I haven't been targeted for control so far. Fortunately, he's not around the dump very much. I can easily avoid him without much effort. Slob Manor ... what a dump!
Monday, February 13, 2012
Thankful (Reprise)
Neighbors in Hawai'i Kai were still in shock today after the murder-suicide incident in the normally peaceful 'hood yesterday. An 81-year old former police major shot and killed his wife before turning the gun on himself. I was probably on my way to the gym on the bus from Ala Moana Center at the time.
Just last week, the wife had fallen and injured herself at home. She required hospitalization. Upon returning home, the wife could no longer walk without assistance. The husband was advised that the wife should be interned in a convalescent home. The wife was already suffering from long-term Alzheimer's Syndrome. My sister-in-law was the wife's most recent caregiver. In fact, my sister-in-law had just been at their house that morning, making sure that everything was alright.
The couple lived just a half-block away from moms' place. Moms had brought some anpan from Liliha Bakery over there just a couple of weeks ago. The husband enjoyed the anpan so much that he devoured all of it in one sitting.
About an hour or so later after my sister-in-law departed, the husband's oldest son arrived. Just before he could ring the doorbell, he heard three gun shots fired. For safety reasons, he did not enter the house. He called 9-1-1 instead. Long story short, the husband shot and killed his wife because he could no longer take care of her. He killed himself because he could not live without her.
My sister-in-law said that the husband showed no sign of emotional distress that morning when she last saw him. He apparently gathered up all of his important documents and placed them neatly on a table before engaging in the gruesome act. Lack of family support was not a factor. The daughter lived with the couple. The eldest son resides just a mile or so in Kalama Valley. And, the husband's brother's widow lives in the house right across the street.
I spent the rest of the day in contemplation of the incident, although I completed my usual itinerary. Certainly not the usual Hawai'i Kai visit. At Safeway® this afternoon, I ran into one of the senior citizens who used to go to the gym in Koko Marina regularly. He's 83 years old now. He quit the gym over a year ago, but he has working out using his own equipment. Given what transpired yesterday, I was really glad to see him. He looked very healthy.
I had to pause and reflect. I am extremely thankful that moms has lived to a ripe old age without suffering from major ailments or the dreaded Alzheimer's Syndrome. I am also ... well, really, I am just thankful.
Just last week, the wife had fallen and injured herself at home. She required hospitalization. Upon returning home, the wife could no longer walk without assistance. The husband was advised that the wife should be interned in a convalescent home. The wife was already suffering from long-term Alzheimer's Syndrome. My sister-in-law was the wife's most recent caregiver. In fact, my sister-in-law had just been at their house that morning, making sure that everything was alright.
The couple lived just a half-block away from moms' place. Moms had brought some anpan from Liliha Bakery over there just a couple of weeks ago. The husband enjoyed the anpan so much that he devoured all of it in one sitting.
About an hour or so later after my sister-in-law departed, the husband's oldest son arrived. Just before he could ring the doorbell, he heard three gun shots fired. For safety reasons, he did not enter the house. He called 9-1-1 instead. Long story short, the husband shot and killed his wife because he could no longer take care of her. He killed himself because he could not live without her.
My sister-in-law said that the husband showed no sign of emotional distress that morning when she last saw him. He apparently gathered up all of his important documents and placed them neatly on a table before engaging in the gruesome act. Lack of family support was not a factor. The daughter lived with the couple. The eldest son resides just a mile or so in Kalama Valley. And, the husband's brother's widow lives in the house right across the street.
I spent the rest of the day in contemplation of the incident, although I completed my usual itinerary. Certainly not the usual Hawai'i Kai visit. At Safeway® this afternoon, I ran into one of the senior citizens who used to go to the gym in Koko Marina regularly. He's 83 years old now. He quit the gym over a year ago, but he has working out using his own equipment. Given what transpired yesterday, I was really glad to see him. He looked very healthy.
I had to pause and reflect. I am extremely thankful that moms has lived to a ripe old age without suffering from major ailments or the dreaded Alzheimer's Syndrome. I am also ... well, really, I am just thankful.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Welcome Back, Kubuntu!
Last night at 11pm in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I abruptly discovered that Ubuntu® only allows unidirectional file transfers. That's right. I attempted to transfer a file from the portable hard drive to the netbook. Nada. After a couple of bytes of data, the entire process just stops. Oddly, file transfers in the other direction are fine.
Needless to say, I couldn't fall asleep. I was just too perturbed. Thus, I was up until 2am installing Kubuntu "Oneiric Ocelot." I was shocked to discover that Kubuntu is now packaged with even more useless applications. The first useless application to give me grief was KWallet. For some reason, it prevented me setting up a wireless network profile. So, I disabled it. That's about as far as I got. The crappy Muon Software Center failed to open (i.e., crashing because of "segmentation fault"), so I had to install Synaptic Package Manager. No solution has been discovered as yet.
I was extremely fatigued all day, but I completed my usual Sunday routine. Once back at Slob Manor, I resumed the tedious task of setting up Kubuntu. I uninstalled a lot of junk, although most of the useless core applications including the PIM suite were left intact. I made no effort at optimization. All of the ridiculous processes (i.e., Akonadi, Strigi, and Nepomuk) are still operational. Sadly, just to establish a basic level of functioning required hours of time. What a waste! Anyway, at 7:30pm, mission accomplished.
Let me just state for the record that Kubuntu is a very polished operating system. KDE has come a long way. If anyone is planning to install a Linux operating system over the originally installed one, I would highly recommend Kubuntu.
Yeah, another day of petty distractions. The living room in Slob Manor is now filled with furniture. Apparently, Joker has not moved any of his furniture even though he had allegedly hired movers to do so last week, at least according to Kyle. I am proud to disclose that I have absolutely no part in the theater of foolishness. I could care less. I just wish that I did not have to waste so much precious time with the cheesy netbook. Sheesh!
Needless to say, I couldn't fall asleep. I was just too perturbed. Thus, I was up until 2am installing Kubuntu "Oneiric Ocelot." I was shocked to discover that Kubuntu is now packaged with even more useless applications. The first useless application to give me grief was KWallet. For some reason, it prevented me setting up a wireless network profile. So, I disabled it. That's about as far as I got. The crappy Muon Software Center failed to open (i.e., crashing because of "segmentation fault"), so I had to install Synaptic Package Manager. No solution has been discovered as yet.
I was extremely fatigued all day, but I completed my usual Sunday routine. Once back at Slob Manor, I resumed the tedious task of setting up Kubuntu. I uninstalled a lot of junk, although most of the useless core applications including the PIM suite were left intact. I made no effort at optimization. All of the ridiculous processes (i.e., Akonadi, Strigi, and Nepomuk) are still operational. Sadly, just to establish a basic level of functioning required hours of time. What a waste! Anyway, at 7:30pm, mission accomplished.
Let me just state for the record that Kubuntu is a very polished operating system. KDE has come a long way. If anyone is planning to install a Linux operating system over the originally installed one, I would highly recommend Kubuntu.
Yeah, another day of petty distractions. The living room in Slob Manor is now filled with furniture. Apparently, Joker has not moved any of his furniture even though he had allegedly hired movers to do so last week, at least according to Kyle. I am proud to disclose that I have absolutely no part in the theater of foolishness. I could care less. I just wish that I did not have to waste so much precious time with the cheesy netbook. Sheesh!
Saturday, February 11, 2012
"Meathead" Milestone
Same ol' shit. My mind is completely "fried," so there's absolutely nothing of value to discuss in the "blog." I will substitute fodder for substance until my mind returns to normal programming. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker backed into Alan's vehicle with the borrowed pickup truck. Joker damaged the left turn signal lens. Alan told me that Joker did not want the incident reported to the insurance company because the truck belongs to Joker's brother. I asked Alan if Joker was planning to pay for the damage. He didn't know. Oddly, Alan said that Joker had asked him to help him box up some stuff. Alan apparently agreed to do so. I am, of course, indifferent to the whole situation.
I have finished off my first big-ass container of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix. That's a "meathead" milestone. Not to worry, I already have procured another big-ass container in order to insure continuous unhealthy servings of the latter. Yeah!
Presley Hart
Hurdy-gurdy video clip downloads remain at a near standstill. And, the situation appears to be worsening by the day. Might as well focus on yet another hurdy-gurdy hottie, Presley Hart. Baby has been featured in Naughty America®, Teen Fidelity, Reality Kings®, and Twistys® episodes to name a few. Be sure to check out her portfolio on the FreeOnes® site.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker backed into Alan's vehicle with the borrowed pickup truck. Joker damaged the left turn signal lens. Alan told me that Joker did not want the incident reported to the insurance company because the truck belongs to Joker's brother. I asked Alan if Joker was planning to pay for the damage. He didn't know. Oddly, Alan said that Joker had asked him to help him box up some stuff. Alan apparently agreed to do so. I am, of course, indifferent to the whole situation.
I have finished off my first big-ass container of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix. That's a "meathead" milestone. Not to worry, I already have procured another big-ass container in order to insure continuous unhealthy servings of the latter. Yeah!
Friday, February 10, 2012
Post No. 2,112
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms officially turned 90 years of age on Wednesday. Otherwise, nada to report. I should briefly mention that there was a message on voicemail from the clinic. My lab test results were negative (i.e., no blood in the stool samples).
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has been diligently moving his belongings. He has made an endless number of trips with a borrowed pickup truck. Frankly, I cannot believe the amount of stuff that he has accumulated. Compare that to the ol' lavahead. I can pack all of my useless possessions in my truck (cabin only) in under 20 minutes.
There's really not much for me to discuss in the "blog." My mind is preoccupied, but I cannot determine the object of preoccupation. So many thoughts, all unrelated, are swirling through the cavernous oversized cranium. I am also experiencing sadness, and I don't understand why. Perhaps because I am getting old and my body is falling apart. Perhaps I am seeing way too many senior citizens everywhere. Even the gym in Hawai'i Kai is looking more and more like a convalescent center.
I could, of course, be preoccupied with nonsense. There are just too many petty distractions. I cannot focus on living. I am constantly having to deal with stupidity. Other humans' stupidity. I am trying to optimize my human experience in the little time that I have left. Is the human experience simply about stupidity? If so, I am truly wasting a lot of time. Eh?
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has been diligently moving his belongings. He has made an endless number of trips with a borrowed pickup truck. Frankly, I cannot believe the amount of stuff that he has accumulated. Compare that to the ol' lavahead. I can pack all of my useless possessions in my truck (cabin only) in under 20 minutes.
There's really not much for me to discuss in the "blog." My mind is preoccupied, but I cannot determine the object of preoccupation. So many thoughts, all unrelated, are swirling through the cavernous oversized cranium. I am also experiencing sadness, and I don't understand why. Perhaps because I am getting old and my body is falling apart. Perhaps I am seeing way too many senior citizens everywhere. Even the gym in Hawai'i Kai is looking more and more like a convalescent center.
I could, of course, be preoccupied with nonsense. There are just too many petty distractions. I cannot focus on living. I am constantly having to deal with stupidity. Other humans' stupidity. I am trying to optimize my human experience in the little time that I have left. Is the human experience simply about stupidity? If so, I am truly wasting a lot of time. Eh?
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Much Ado About Everything
At the library, I completed reading the book, "The Myth of Choice: Personal Responsibility in a World of Limits," by Kent Greenfield. All I can say is that the book is quite fascinating. Recommended? Yes.
I am sad to report that my right thigh, specifically the quadriceps, is still giving me problems. I am pretty certain that a pinched nerve is the culprit. No new appointment with the clinic yet. I am going to wait it out for a little while longer. I am still performing the stretching exercises, though. Pinched nerve problems can take months to resolve, if ever. I have a pinched nerve along my left shoulder which has been on-going for months now. There's no numbness involved, just occasional bursts of pain with certain movements of my arm.
Since my decision today to run Ubuntu® "Oneiric Ocelot" on the netbook until its end-of-life (April 2013), I commenced uninstalling a few more unused applications and utilities. Specifically, I focused on the ones that run daemons in the background. I also had to part company with Mplayer because of glitches during video playback. I have never encountered the problem before, not even with Kubuntu. So, I am now using VLC. Hurdy-gurdy video playback must be flawless. Baha! Ha! Haaa!
I am sad to report that my right thigh, specifically the quadriceps, is still giving me problems. I am pretty certain that a pinched nerve is the culprit. No new appointment with the clinic yet. I am going to wait it out for a little while longer. I am still performing the stretching exercises, though. Pinched nerve problems can take months to resolve, if ever. I have a pinched nerve along my left shoulder which has been on-going for months now. There's no numbness involved, just occasional bursts of pain with certain movements of my arm.
Since my decision today to run Ubuntu® "Oneiric Ocelot" on the netbook until its end-of-life (April 2013), I commenced uninstalling a few more unused applications and utilities. Specifically, I focused on the ones that run daemons in the background. I also had to part company with Mplayer because of glitches during video playback. I have never encountered the problem before, not even with Kubuntu. So, I am now using VLC. Hurdy-gurdy video playback must be flawless. Baha! Ha! Haaa!
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
Bring Me the Head of Molech!
I must admit that I am pleased with Ubuntu®, now that I have reverted to the Gnome® "fallback" desktop. It's a little "rough around the edges," but it functions flawlessly. I have only removed two useless applications so far. Otherwise, the desktop is completely stock. I am not going to waste any time in a feeble attempt at optimization.
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I viewed the current episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" on the netbook, although I have no idea why. Well, I suppose that it gives me something to do now that my evening outings have been mummified. I finally confirmed that the new series has absolutely no connection to the original that aired back in the last century.
Incidentally, I have been dining on Eating Right® frozen meals (available at Safeway®) for two days. Although the portion is small, the meals are delicious. Naturally, I have to supplement the meal with an unhealthy serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix.
The day? Same ol' shit. The evening? Same ol' shit. There's just not much to do since the downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips came to a near-standstill. Perhaps I should purchase a big-ass LCD widescreen tube. I can sit in front of it all evening and worship it like a shrine. Praise Molech!
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I viewed the current episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" on the netbook, although I have no idea why. Well, I suppose that it gives me something to do now that my evening outings have been mummified. I finally confirmed that the new series has absolutely no connection to the original that aired back in the last century.Incidentally, I have been dining on Eating Right® frozen meals (available at Safeway®) for two days. Although the portion is small, the meals are delicious. Naturally, I have to supplement the meal with an unhealthy serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix.
The day? Same ol' shit. The evening? Same ol' shit. There's just not much to do since the downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips came to a near-standstill. Perhaps I should purchase a big-ass LCD widescreen tube. I can sit in front of it all evening and worship it like a shrine. Praise Molech!
Tuesday, February 07, 2012
Lamp-Baked Illusion VIII
I neglected to mention that I chatted briefly with the landlord yesterday afternoon at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the nursery is history. There was a falling out, which involved several family members. As it turns out, the nursery was never owned by the landlord's family as I had mistakenly assumed. The nursery was owned by the landlord's cousin. The landlord's mother and the landlord both worked for the cousin, but the landlord apparently did not get along with the cousin. So, when the landlord's father passed on, the situation degenerated.
There's even more to the story, but there was no time to hear all of it. And, I was preoccupied with the netbook resurrection. Anyway, the nursery was located on rented property. The landowner, I assume, is yet another family member. Everyone is being evicted from the property, including the cousin. The landlord had a lot of stuff stored on the property including several automobiles. Long story short, that is why Joker has to move out. The landlord needs the entire second floor for storage. Well, that's the "public relations" version. In reality, the landlord was increasingly fed up with Joker as a tenant.
I had to assist the landlord in moving a large crate upstairs. I observed that Joker is not even close to moving out. I am not even sure if he moved anything at all. Let me make clear that I am not too concerned as I have already made peace with Joker. Kyle and the landlord, however, are becoming quite impatient. I am wondering whether Joker is actually assuming the role of a "holdover tenant." In any case, I expect the tension at Slob Manor to increase in a week or so.
As for the day, same ol' shit. I am becoming very weary of my routine and itinerary. Perhaps, I need to make a change. To what? I don't even know. Well, at least I have two fully functioning computers right now. Perhaps that is all a senior citizen really needs.
There's even more to the story, but there was no time to hear all of it. And, I was preoccupied with the netbook resurrection. Anyway, the nursery was located on rented property. The landowner, I assume, is yet another family member. Everyone is being evicted from the property, including the cousin. The landlord had a lot of stuff stored on the property including several automobiles. Long story short, that is why Joker has to move out. The landlord needs the entire second floor for storage. Well, that's the "public relations" version. In reality, the landlord was increasingly fed up with Joker as a tenant.
I had to assist the landlord in moving a large crate upstairs. I observed that Joker is not even close to moving out. I am not even sure if he moved anything at all. Let me make clear that I am not too concerned as I have already made peace with Joker. Kyle and the landlord, however, are becoming quite impatient. I am wondering whether Joker is actually assuming the role of a "holdover tenant." In any case, I expect the tension at Slob Manor to increase in a week or so.
As for the day, same ol' shit. I am becoming very weary of my routine and itinerary. Perhaps, I need to make a change. To what? I don't even know. Well, at least I have two fully functioning computers right now. Perhaps that is all a senior citizen really needs.
Monday, February 06, 2012
Netbook Resurrection
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. I was able to make a bootable flash drive with the Ubuntu® operating system at the neighbor's place. I have helped them on numerous occasions with various computer problems.
When I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was not eager to begin the installation process on the netbook. I ran Ubuntu® in the "live" mode only to discover that the trackpad was still frozen. Say what? I checked the BIOS and found nothing. Then, I happened to notice that one of the function keys had a trackpad lock icon on it. The keyboard combination to exit the GUI happened to use that key. So, I must have accidentally used the wrong key combination. Long story short, there was nothing wrong with Kubuntu. Can you believe the foolishness? What a maroon!
I transferred only a few important files to another flash drive. I also transferred the one unarchived hurdy-gurdy video clip to the portable hard drive. Since I really messed up the old Kubuntu configuration, I decided to just install Ubuntu®. What a mistake! The Unity desktop looks nice, but it was extremely sluggish. I also tried the Unity-2D desktop. I finally gave up and installed the Gnome® "fallback" option. It's supposed to look like the classic Gnome® interface.
I made a bootable flash drive with Kubuntu on it, but I couldn't bring myself to go through another hour of installation. I'll just live with the horrid looking Gnome® "fallback" desktop for now. And, I won't be spending any time trying to tweak it either. Well, at least the netbook isn't a doorstop anymore. Sheesh!
When I finally returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was not eager to begin the installation process on the netbook. I ran Ubuntu® in the "live" mode only to discover that the trackpad was still frozen. Say what? I checked the BIOS and found nothing. Then, I happened to notice that one of the function keys had a trackpad lock icon on it. The keyboard combination to exit the GUI happened to use that key. So, I must have accidentally used the wrong key combination. Long story short, there was nothing wrong with Kubuntu. Can you believe the foolishness? What a maroon!
I transferred only a few important files to another flash drive. I also transferred the one unarchived hurdy-gurdy video clip to the portable hard drive. Since I really messed up the old Kubuntu configuration, I decided to just install Ubuntu®. What a mistake! The Unity desktop looks nice, but it was extremely sluggish. I also tried the Unity-2D desktop. I finally gave up and installed the Gnome® "fallback" option. It's supposed to look like the classic Gnome® interface.
I made a bootable flash drive with Kubuntu on it, but I couldn't bring myself to go through another hour of installation. I'll just live with the horrid looking Gnome® "fallback" desktop for now. And, I won't be spending any time trying to tweak it either. Well, at least the netbook isn't a doorstop anymore. Sheesh!
Sunday, February 05, 2012
Doorstops "R" Us
Last night, there was absolutely no one at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) except for the ol' lavahead. He was sequestered away in his squalid room with little else to do but play with his tablet computer. There had been only one hurdy-gurdy video clip downloaded in the past four days, and the latter is stored on the now-defunct netbook doorstop. I did not have the chance to archive it to the portable hard drive, that is, before I "bricked" the netbook.
Needless to say, I have no social life. My contacts list has been pruned down to ten people. That's ten people in the entire world. Realistically, I could eliminate all of them. I have not kept in touch with anyone. That's why I don't need the upcoming PIM and social aggregation "apps" that will be appearing with the operating system upgrade for the tablet computer.
Incidentally, I chatted briefly with Joker the other day. I inquired about his mother. She had just gone through a month of "rehab." Two falls, a couple of months apart, evidently caused blood clots in her brain. Joker's mother is 85 years old. Joker's father passed on about a year ago. In my feeble way, I have attempted to make peace with Joker.
A pleasant Sunday, actually, thanks to the football game that is of no interest to me. Very few crowds anywhere this afternoon. I felt unencumbered for once. Once back at Slob Manor, I managed to get all of my chores squared away. Normally, I would have been tethered to the computer once I set foot in my squalid room. Of course, that was before the "bricking" incident.
I should mention that there is a building in the middle of downtown that is going to become a monastery. Mark told me about that a few weeks ago. The building used to be a large food court. The entire building is now locked up. Old signage is still in place as a reminder of its prior purpose. During that same conversation with Mark, he told me, "You're in good shape. You should become a personal trainer to rich older women."
Out of curiosity late this afternoon, I downloaded two choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto my tablet computer. One video clip was high definition (i.e., HD 720p). The other was standard definition (i.e., SD). What a difference! The tablet computer can also play HD 1080p videos with ease. Not to worry, though. There's not enough storage on the device, and the downloads take forever with the handful of file-sharing sites remaining. Sheesh!
Needless to say, I have no social life. My contacts list has been pruned down to ten people. That's ten people in the entire world. Realistically, I could eliminate all of them. I have not kept in touch with anyone. That's why I don't need the upcoming PIM and social aggregation "apps" that will be appearing with the operating system upgrade for the tablet computer.
Incidentally, I chatted briefly with Joker the other day. I inquired about his mother. She had just gone through a month of "rehab." Two falls, a couple of months apart, evidently caused blood clots in her brain. Joker's mother is 85 years old. Joker's father passed on about a year ago. In my feeble way, I have attempted to make peace with Joker.
A pleasant Sunday, actually, thanks to the football game that is of no interest to me. Very few crowds anywhere this afternoon. I felt unencumbered for once. Once back at Slob Manor, I managed to get all of my chores squared away. Normally, I would have been tethered to the computer once I set foot in my squalid room. Of course, that was before the "bricking" incident.
I should mention that there is a building in the middle of downtown that is going to become a monastery. Mark told me about that a few weeks ago. The building used to be a large food court. The entire building is now locked up. Old signage is still in place as a reminder of its prior purpose. During that same conversation with Mark, he told me, "You're in good shape. You should become a personal trainer to rich older women."
Out of curiosity late this afternoon, I downloaded two choice hurdy-gurdy video clips onto my tablet computer. One video clip was high definition (i.e., HD 720p). The other was standard definition (i.e., SD). What a difference! The tablet computer can also play HD 1080p videos with ease. Not to worry, though. There's not enough storage on the device, and the downloads take forever with the handful of file-sharing sites remaining. Sheesh!
Saturday, February 04, 2012
Netbook Doorstop (Continued)
Same ol' shit, although sleep eluded me last night. I was "stewing in own juices" over the pathetic netbook. Yes, the cheesy netbook obviously remains "bricked." Honestly, I had to muster up all of my available energy to prevent myself from destroying the netbook with my bare hands yesterday. Just think, I spent $300 on the piece of junk. Now, I can do nothing with it. Foolishly, I never attached the two most important spreadsheet files to send to myself via e-mail (i.e., poor man's "cloud" storage). The only archive copies are stored on a flash drive, which cannot be accessed by the tablet computer.
Acer® Netbook Doorstop
I don't know anyone who can set up the installer flash drive with the required ISO image file. Heck, I have lost touch with all friends and acquaintances. Actually, I can't ask anyone to assist me. A special program needs to be installed on the host computer in order to accomplish the task. No one would want to go through the trouble. I am simply "shit of luck" (SOL). Oh well.
I stopped off at Subway® in Aina Haina to enjoy an early dinner. I saved half of the large sandwich for dinner tomorrow. I will have to drop back an unhealthy serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix this evening in order to compensate for the nutritional deficiencies in my impoverished diet. Sheesh!
Well, the tablet computer was definitely a good "investment," even though I paid $500 for it. Right now, the sale price is $200 at many outlets. That's literally a steal for the device. I was able to perform all of my monthly on-line financial transactions this afternoon, thanks to the excellent Web browser. I may also attempt to download a choice hurdy-gurdy video clip for old times' sake. Unfortunately, I only have about 12 out of the 16GB of storage space available. Impossible to start up another vast hurdy-gurdy video library. So pathetic.
I stopped off at Subway® in Aina Haina to enjoy an early dinner. I saved half of the large sandwich for dinner tomorrow. I will have to drop back an unhealthy serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix this evening in order to compensate for the nutritional deficiencies in my impoverished diet. Sheesh!
Well, the tablet computer was definitely a good "investment," even though I paid $500 for it. Right now, the sale price is $200 at many outlets. That's literally a steal for the device. I was able to perform all of my monthly on-line financial transactions this afternoon, thanks to the excellent Web browser. I may also attempt to download a choice hurdy-gurdy video clip for old times' sake. Unfortunately, I only have about 12 out of the 16GB of storage space available. Impossible to start up another vast hurdy-gurdy video library. So pathetic.
Friday, February 03, 2012
Netbook Doorstop
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I followed the same itinerary, although I purposely did not shop for groceries. I just couldn't stand the thought of purchasing more ready-made chicken from Safeway®. I haven't eaten any chicken dishes for four days now, but that's besides the point. So, what will I eat for dinner during the weekend? I don't know.
I had a few other tidbits worthy of mention, but I inadvertently "bricked" the netbook computer at 7:45pm. The file manager had stopped working, so I attempted to enter terminal mode by completely exiting the GUI. Yeah, I should have just used the terminal application. Heck, I didn't even need the command line. Now, the trackpad is completely frozen. Deleting the hidden configuration folders did nothing. The only option remaining is to install the whole operating system again. However, I have no way to set up a bootable flash drive without the use of another computer.
So, I am using the tablet computer as the primary computer. There's no telling when I will restore the netbook to operational status. Obviously, downloading hurdy-gurdy video files as an activity has now come to an abrupt end. My fifty-plus library of House Music is most likely lost. Only the hurdy-gurdy video clips have been saved onto the portable hard drive. I should be upset, but I really could care less. The netbook is now a doorstop.
In retrospect, I should have just kept the horrid operating system that came with the netbook. I should have never deleted the restore partition. I don't really want to troubleshoot computers anymore because the activity is too frustrating.
The "blog" may be affected as well. In the interim, my postings will be simplified due to the difficulty of using a touchscreen for typing. I can't access the special features of the "blog" interface, so I would have to manually type in any special HTML or CSS code. Not going to happen. I just hope that the operating system upgrade for the tablet computer includes a useable spreadsheet "app."
I had a few other tidbits worthy of mention, but I inadvertently "bricked" the netbook computer at 7:45pm. The file manager had stopped working, so I attempted to enter terminal mode by completely exiting the GUI. Yeah, I should have just used the terminal application. Heck, I didn't even need the command line. Now, the trackpad is completely frozen. Deleting the hidden configuration folders did nothing. The only option remaining is to install the whole operating system again. However, I have no way to set up a bootable flash drive without the use of another computer.
So, I am using the tablet computer as the primary computer. There's no telling when I will restore the netbook to operational status. Obviously, downloading hurdy-gurdy video files as an activity has now come to an abrupt end. My fifty-plus library of House Music is most likely lost. Only the hurdy-gurdy video clips have been saved onto the portable hard drive. I should be upset, but I really could care less. The netbook is now a doorstop.
In retrospect, I should have just kept the horrid operating system that came with the netbook. I should have never deleted the restore partition. I don't really want to troubleshoot computers anymore because the activity is too frustrating.
The "blog" may be affected as well. In the interim, my postings will be simplified due to the difficulty of using a touchscreen for typing. I can't access the special features of the "blog" interface, so I would have to manually type in any special HTML or CSS code. Not going to happen. I just hope that the operating system upgrade for the tablet computer includes a useable spreadsheet "app."
Thursday, February 02, 2012
Oh, My Molech!
Same ol' shit. I just keep wasting time like there's no tomorrow. Soon, there will be no tomorrow. Sheesh! Not much getting accomplished either. Agenda items still remain agenda items.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently begun the process to move out. So, no drama. No games. I do not know the time frame but, from what I can tell, the move will take several days. I am, of course, indifferent to whole situation.
Are you fatigued every time you hear someone say, "Oh, my God!"? Or, do you want to launch into a homicidal rampage when you see "OMG!" expressed in personal communications? Yeah, very tiring. More so because of the unwitting reference to a fictitious deity. Therefore, I propose that the tired old phrase be replaced with "Oh, my Molech!" Try it out for a few weeks and take note of the responses.
So, February is here, and the long-awaited operating system v2.0 update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer will allegedly be available on the 17th of the month. That's not an official date, though. If February were to pass without the update being made available, all hell will break loose. Well, at least that's the impression that I get when reading the CrackBerry Forums. If the update arrives on time or earlier, we can all shout out in unison, "Oh, my Molech!"
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker has apparently begun the process to move out. So, no drama. No games. I do not know the time frame but, from what I can tell, the move will take several days. I am, of course, indifferent to whole situation.
Are you fatigued every time you hear someone say, "Oh, my God!"? Or, do you want to launch into a homicidal rampage when you see "OMG!" expressed in personal communications? Yeah, very tiring. More so because of the unwitting reference to a fictitious deity. Therefore, I propose that the tired old phrase be replaced with "Oh, my Molech!" Try it out for a few weeks and take note of the responses.
So, February is here, and the long-awaited operating system v2.0 update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer will allegedly be available on the 17th of the month. That's not an official date, though. If February were to pass without the update being made available, all hell will break loose. Well, at least that's the impression that I get when reading the CrackBerry Forums. If the update arrives on time or earlier, we can all shout out in unison, "Oh, my Molech!"
Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Lamp-Baked Illusion VII
At the library this morning, I ran into Kevin, the gay homeless guy. He had been gone for at least two months, actually working on a ship. Now, he's back in Hawai'i getting his passport renewed, allegedly to prepare for more work abroad. I'm not sure why he shares a lot of untidy information. Most notable, he mentioned that he loves to drop back alcoholic beverages and smoke "ice" (read: methamphetamine).
I also perused an anthology of Hunter Thompson articles. I was hoping to dissect his writing style in order to improve my own. I quickly realized that I was just wasting time. In actuality, I can compose prose quite well. However, I am often conflicted by formal and informal writing styles. Then again, I have no real purpose in writing anything.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker began his first day as a "holdover tenant." Frankly, I have had no qualms with Joker ever since my brief dialogue with him. On the other hand, I have become quite wary of Kyle. He is a likable guy, but there's something to suggest that he's not who he seems to be. He is never able to keep his stories consistent. His personality seems as though it was fabricated. Very "rough around the edges." And, oddly, Kyle is even more noisy than Joker.
Incidentally, I gave Kyle the URL to a site that summarized all of the rental and eviction laws for the State of Hawai'i. Since he is extremely chummy with the landlord these days, I surmised that he would be the best conduit to forward the information. Although I have no qualms with Joker, I do not wish to see the landlord suffer the consequences of ignorance. Of course, I will no longer be an active participant in the foolish games. I seriously doubt that Kyle passed on the information to the landlord, though. Not a surprise, since I find his motives suspect.
Finally, my right thigh (i.e., quadriceps) has not improved. I am still experiencing numbness, dull pain, and itching (not at the same time). I have resumed my usual cardio ritual. On the weekends, I have added a few minutes on the Spinner® bike to add diversity to the routine. I am also attempting to walk more. I am looking into reducing my sitting time, which is horrendously high. Most of the chairs that I am forced to sit upon are extremely hard. At the library, I have been using my towel as a cushion. And, I have been more cognizant of my posture. Although a month has already elapsed, I will not be scheduling another appointment at the clinic quite yet.
I also perused an anthology of Hunter Thompson articles. I was hoping to dissect his writing style in order to improve my own. I quickly realized that I was just wasting time. In actuality, I can compose prose quite well. However, I am often conflicted by formal and informal writing styles. Then again, I have no real purpose in writing anything.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Joker began his first day as a "holdover tenant." Frankly, I have had no qualms with Joker ever since my brief dialogue with him. On the other hand, I have become quite wary of Kyle. He is a likable guy, but there's something to suggest that he's not who he seems to be. He is never able to keep his stories consistent. His personality seems as though it was fabricated. Very "rough around the edges." And, oddly, Kyle is even more noisy than Joker.
Incidentally, I gave Kyle the URL to a site that summarized all of the rental and eviction laws for the State of Hawai'i. Since he is extremely chummy with the landlord these days, I surmised that he would be the best conduit to forward the information. Although I have no qualms with Joker, I do not wish to see the landlord suffer the consequences of ignorance. Of course, I will no longer be an active participant in the foolish games. I seriously doubt that Kyle passed on the information to the landlord, though. Not a surprise, since I find his motives suspect.
Finally, my right thigh (i.e., quadriceps) has not improved. I am still experiencing numbness, dull pain, and itching (not at the same time). I have resumed my usual cardio ritual. On the weekends, I have added a few minutes on the Spinner® bike to add diversity to the routine. I am also attempting to walk more. I am looking into reducing my sitting time, which is horrendously high. Most of the chairs that I am forced to sit upon are extremely hard. At the library, I have been using my towel as a cushion. And, I have been more cognizant of my posture. Although a month has already elapsed, I will not be scheduling another appointment at the clinic quite yet.
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