Houseboy Chores

I went into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox) immediately upon arrival in Waikiki. I wanted to take advantage of my furlough time, but I became extremely fatigued when I pondered the options. I did not want to hang out at Ala Moana Center. Friday night is a madhouse there. I also did not want to loiter around Waikiki Beach or Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park). So, I spent the evening with my beloved Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. Am I livin' large, or what?

I left for town this morning at 10:30am. I stopped by Safeway® to purchase a cup of coffee and some edibles for brunch. I spent a couple of hours at the library. My last stop was the gym for my cardio workout. Then, back to Waikiki. Ho boy! I decided to do my "houseboy chores." I finally cleaned the filthy glass louvers in my prison cell. The louvers were caked with crap from the concrete spalling repair job of a few months ago. I also moved some of the furniture and did a thorough cleaning with my humble dustpan and brush. I will move the other remaining furniture and clean at a later date. Eventually, I will need to repair the grout for the shower floor tiles. I've got make the dump look presentable so someone will take it off my hands. As for the evening, who knows?

Slippery Slope

I ended up at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®, again last night. The hottie "bookseller" was looking hot again. When I returned to Waikiki, I immediately went into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I had stopped off at Barnes & Noble® in Kahala Mall before I went on my tanning hike. There's a new hottie "bookseller" working there. I purchased a cup of coffee in the café and perused a few computer magazines.

Friday was just another day of emulating a homeless guy for the ol' lavahead. Before departing for town, I transferred $700 from my money market fund to my local bank in order to cover the purchase of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I also noted that money market interest rates are dropping. I engaged in nomadic wanderings around town until 2:15pm, my usual time allotted for my gym workout. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.

By the way, as I look all around me, I see myriad satanic gargoyles with not a care in the world. In fact, I cannot believe the sheer number of fat slobs waddling around and toting five to eight large shopping bags each. I seriously doubt that they are part of the elite class. So, where are they getting all that money? Did they pull their investments out of hedge funds before the trouble started? Or, are they blindly piling on credit card debt? Not to worry, the Fed will be pressured to make an "emergency" interest rate drop, probably fairly sharp, within days. The timing is just about right for the long-awaited incursion into Iran.

Simple Day Redux

I ended up at Barnes & Noble® last night. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking mighty fine. I spent my time perusing a variety of books. I have yet to find one that is worthy of purchase. I also spent a little bit of time in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby). I can't say that I missed the lockdown time in my prison cell (read: little shoebox).

Another tanning hike up Koko Head was on the agenda today. I must admit that I really enjoy the hike. Moms was home all morning because of a repair appointment for the water heater. I drove to Koko Marina to purchase a couple of steak plate lunches at Foodland. Nada. So, moms warmed up some rice. I ate canned salmon with the rice for lunch. For dessert, moms served coffee ice cream. I drove back to Waikiki after lunch. I decided to go to the gym in Waikiki. I ran into one of the guys who normally goes to the downtown gym. We chatted for a few minutes. Then, I found myself back in my prison cell for quasi-lockdown. Woe is me!

I have been trying to figure out exactly what I am going to do if I actually end up selling the "condotel" unit. Where am I going to sleep? I am really in no mood to deal with the idiotic rental situation. Obviously, my only other option would be homelessness. Crazy as it may seem, I have been giving the homeless option a lot of thought lately. Specifically, can I get myself into one of the homeless shelters? Ideally, of course, is the case that I find a clean and quiet, unfurnished rental unit on the cheap. My only amenities will be a sleeping bag and a cardboard box to use as a desk for my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. What more do I need?

Nomadic Roaming

I went into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox) the minute that I set foot in the dump yesterday afternoon. I spent hours piddling with my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. At midnight, I took a short break in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) and did a little more reading.

Another day of nomadic roaming found me at the library in town. I spent about two hours there on the second floor balcony overlooking the courtyard. I recognized quite a few of the homeless. Alas, it looks as though I am seriously destined to become a homeless nomad. Many of the homeless also ride the prison transport (read: bus). It's quite easy to identify the homeless because, as I mentioned previously, they are usually carrying way too much stuff. Another telltale sign, as I observed yesterday, is that the homeless will immediately fish through the nearest trash can after alighting the prison transport, usually to find discarded food to eat or beverages to drink. I have not reached that point yet, by the way. I walked to the gym at 2:15pm. After my usual workout and shower, I was on my way back to Waikiki. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.

I have not heard from the sociopathic buddy. I seriously doubt that he has done anything to further his lawsuit against the Diploma Mill. When he dropped by Quagmire Prison (read: hotel) a couple of weeks ago at one o' clock in the morning, he confided that he was tired of being a "loser." He wants to hit the big-time, which I assumed to mean becoming wealthy. Well launch the damned lawsuit against the "fat fucks" over at the Diploma Mill already! Sheesh!

After my brief with discussion with moms about our relatives on Monday, I have decided that I will no longer attend any family functions. Sadly, any family function from this point forward would most likely be a funeral. I've often asked moms if she wanted to visit any of the relatives. I would have gladly given moms a ride. Now, I understand why moms has never taken me up on the offer. I have really had my fill with humanity. Sure, my singular existence can be extremely lonely. However, what can I gain from companionship? Do I really want to discuss what's been on the tube? Do I want to be part of "show and tell" with all their new "shiny objects" (made in China)? I would be better off fruitlessly attempting to enable the sound drivers in Ubuntu Linux. Sheesh!

I have been pondering the fate of my Palm® TX. Should I sell it? I have no reason to keep it around anymore. From what I understand, the PDA market is a done deal. The so-called "smartphones" have taken over. I don't expect Palm® to retain a PDA product line much longer. The introduction of the Apple® iPhone was the final nail in the coffin.

Falling Dominoes

Yesterday was not a great day by any means. The day started off foolishly as I attempted to board the prison transport (read: bus) at 8:45am to ride to the Waikiki Banyan parking structure. A group of idiotic Japanese tourists were standing by the fare box. They were apparently trying to figure out how to insert the dollar bills. I was standing and waiting on the sidewalk with my gym bag in hand. The moronic driver shut the doors with my gym bag stuck in it. He then began to drive off. I was running along side, all the while tugging at my gym bag. Finally, I was able to pull it free. No doubt, all of the gabachos¹ who were waiting at the prison transport stop (read: bus stop) had a good laugh.

I spent a couple of hours with the Ubuntu Linux project. I ran the "Live CD" again and attempted to tweak the sound problem (i.e., no audio) by means of the command line. Nada. After doing some research, I discovered that the sound problem was common to the Toshiba® notebook computers. Obviously, I made a bad choice. The operating system recognized the Conexant® sound card, but the generic driver does not support the latter. I have not attempted the fix for the screen resolution, but I believe that it can be done by tweaking the X-server configuration file through the command line. However, without a solution to the sound problem, I have no incentive to pursue the project any further.

For relaxation, I spent an hour or so at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Baby was looking hot. When I returned to Waikiki, I spent about 30 minutes in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby). I am casually reading Robert Fisk's book, "The Great War for Civilization," for the second time. Then, I spent the last of my waking hours piddling with my Toshiba® notebook computer. Alas, I have resigned to the fact that I will have to continue using Windows® Vista. Sheesh!

Reading has become a priority for me lately. I just cannot seem to read enough. Oddly, a few years ago, I rarely read anything. Which is why I am reading Fisk's book again. I have found nothing to replace it. What is even more important is that Fisk's treatise serves to remind me of the tragic history of the Middle East and other Third World nations that are hapless victims of the resource wars and "globalization." I cannot read the book and fail to be humbled. To understand all that has transpired (read: orchestrated by evildoers) brings forth the knowledge that the time of reckoning is coming. Justice must prevail for the millions of lives that have been sacrificed in vain.

Another day of aimless nomadic wandering has come and gone. I sat out in the park adjacent to the Beretania Street Apartments for a few minutes. A couple of police officers on bicycles made a surprise run through the park to check if any of the homeless were guzzling cheap booze in public. They scrutinized me as well since I looked like one of the homeless, what with my stuffed gym bag and all. I stored my gym bag at the gym at 12:45pm and walked to the Institute of Hair Design to restore my monk haircut. Then, I did my usual workout. After that, I rode the prison transport back to Waikiki. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit, only I must spend the time in my prison cell.

Well, the collapsing hedge funds are all going to file bankruptcy in the Cayman Islands. Thus, the funds will not have to return any dough to investors. Oh, those crafty moneychangers! What's even more funny is that the evildoers attempted to peddle the worthless paper to China first.

Interesting, isn't it? The US has been exporting inflation (read: jobs) to China, while concurrently importing everything under the sun. However, greed spiraled out of control with the moneychangers. China's foreign exchange reserves and its trade surplus ballooned. Now, the moneychangers want to yank the leash on China but nothing is there. All the bad press about Chinese imports, the toxic pet food, the crummy toys, won't do much. The greedy satanic gargoyles in this nation are too busy. They are engaged in a rabid form of materialism so they can be Big Money Grip in da 'hood. Of course, the true patriots will say, "China needs us more than we need China." Really?

¹Gabacho, a White Supremacist satanic gargoyle.

Threshold

I met moms at Kahala Mall as I always do on Monday. As always, I arrived there earlier to procure a cup of coffee at the Barnes & Noble® Café. Incidentally, I spent an hour at Barnes & Noble® last night. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. Moms and I ate at the Panda Express® for lunch. The fortune in my Panda Express® fortune cookie read, "Your mentality is practical and alert." I drove moms back to Hawai'i Kai. Moms served up some coffee ice cream for dessert.

Moms and I chatted for about an hour. Moms revealed some interesting family history, one being that at least two of my uncles probably had different fathers. "There weren't too many women around in those days," moms said. Moms is, of course, speaking of the days back in the sugar cane plantations on the Big Island. Moms was unsure of airing out the "dirty linen." I was perfectly fine with all that I heard. My grandparents were all poor immigrants. Life was not easy. Moms also discussed the quirkiness of the relatives, and also about my bro and his family.

I ended up at the gym in town to do my workout. Then, I arrived back in Waikiki at 4:30pm. That's essentially my day in a nutshell. I will most likely end up at Barnes & Noble®, my safe have, again tonight. I have been perusing a few Ubuntu Linux books. I am also perusing the support forums on the Ubuntu site as well. I am still set on the idea of eventually converting my notebook computer to Linux. Aside from that, I really have no inclination to discuss anything today in the "blog." I just wish that I was at the threshold of the exodus.

Throw in the Towel

I went into lockdown immediately upon returning to my prison cell (read: little shoebox) after my foray to the library yesterday. I felt stir crazy again at 10:30pm, so I made a quick jaunt out to Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park) and sat on one of the benches until the sprinklers started up. I walked back to Quagmire Prison (read: hotel). Along the way, I observed all of the homeless who were occupying most of the pavilion structures. Later, I spent over an hour in the prison compound. I read portions of Robert Fisk's book, "The Great War for Civilization." I also perused the Sunday paper until 2am.

I departed for town this morning at 10:30am. My itinerary was the same ol' shit. As usual, I went to the gym. The hottie gym trainer was on duty. Baby was looking hot. I had a difficult time concentrating on my cardio workout. After my shower, I had one last glimpse of baby before I left the gym.

I ended up back in Waikiki at 3:15pm. I did not want to sit around in my prison cell, so I rode the prison transport back to town. I stopped off at Longs® on Hotel Street. As I walked down the aisles, I noticed the hottie gym trainer. Baby was also doing some shopping. She has an uncanny resemblance to Kate Beckinsale. What a hottie! My mind was ready to snap. Although I had already found what I wanted, I meandered around the store. Seeing the hottie gym trainer there was too distracting, so I exited the store. I spent an hour on a walking tour of the historic part of town. I really enjoyed the tour. Too bad the hottie gym trainer did not come along, eh? Well, I finally returned to my prison cell at 6pm. After seeing the hottie gym trainer, I am ready to throw in the towel. Will I go into lockdown again tonight? Who knows?

Clean Sweep

Sadly, I went into lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox) when I returned from town yesterday afternoon. I just did not feel like hanging out all evening at Ala Moana Center, essentially a huge shopping mall. Make no mistake, I enjoy spending time at my safe haven, Barnes & Noble®. However, it is a store in a shopping mall. Is that the epitome of modern life? Well, for the ol' lavahead, it sure is. Thank goodness for my new Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, eh? With the high-speed Net connection in my prison cell, I can keep myself occupied for hours.

I was feeling a tinge of stir craziness by 11:30pm, so I spent about 30 minutes in the prison compound (read: hotel lobby) and reviewed Morris Berman's book, "Dark Ages America." I was running the defragmentation utility on my computer anyway. I now the computer completely streamlined and optimized.

I am looking forward to the day when I divest the detestable "condotel" unit. I want to find a cheesy, unfurnished rental unit. I will not furnish the dump. In fact, all I want is a sleeping bag. My guess is that I will have to concede to subscribing with a high-speed Net service provider. Just me and my computer. Just like the old days. Sheesh! Incidentally, I may have to put my beloved Palm® TX up for sale on eBay®. I cannot exceed the limit of owning only one gadget made in China. A quick perusal, though, of the eBay® listings made me realize that I would take a huge loss. Why didn't I just purchase a notebook computer in the first place?

I departed for town at 10:30am, once again in search of nothing. I stopped off at both Longs® and Safeway® at the Pali location. Then, I sat around in the usual locations. Oddly, most of the familiar locations are also popular with the homeless crowd. I don't discuss the homeless much anymore, but I am very cognizant of their existence. I see them everywhere. They are not invisible to me.

I did my token cardio workout at the gym. After a quick shower, I was on my way back to Waikiki. Debbie, my realtor, had called and left a message. Another realtor was coming by with a client to show the unit at 4:30pm. Thus, I immediately vacated my prison cell after first sprucing it up a bit.

My first stop was the Waikiki branch of the public library. It is a small pathetic operation with very few books. I only learned of the existence of the library through Pseudo-professor Glenn. When I walked inside, I observed an old guy arguing with one of the librarians about his expired computer time. I looked around at the dismal selection of books and finally opted to read a computer magazine.

After I completed the perusal of the magazine, I walked around Fudgepacker Park (formerly Kapi'olani Park). It is a fairly large park, by the way. I eventually ended up sitting on one of the benches near the same gazebo-like pavilion structure (read: bandstand) that I discovered a week or so ago. The same derelicts were sitting there as well. I only sat there for about 15 minutes. Then, I rode the prison transport (read: bus) back to Quagmire Prison (read: hotel). One would think that this benign routine would be getting to me by now, but that is not the case. I am training for the secular Apocalypse, a time when most of us will be reduced to the lowest form of poverty. There will be immense pain and suffering. Gone will be the days of endless shopping sprees.

I look forward to the secular Apocalypse, but Divine intervention (i.e., Armageddon) would be preferred. The secular Apocalypse will only bring pain and suffering to the rank-and-file satanic gargoyles and even more pain and suffering to those who are already suffering in pain. The moneychangers and powers-that-be along with the upper echelon of the elite class will be spared any agony. What we really need to see is a clean sweep of the abominable malignant tumor that is the present state of humanity.

Talk to the Hand

The Linux rebellion was short-lived. I attempted to install Ubuntu Linux on my new Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer at 3:15pm. The installation went well, but I should have suspected that I would run into a lot of trouble. After completing the install, I could not set the video resolution to 1,440 by 900 pixels. Then, there was no audio. I surmised that Ubuntu Linux did not have the appropriate video and audio device drivers, which did not make sense.

Well, to make a long story short, I finally restored Windows® Vista by 8:30pm. Essentially, I threw in the towel, so to speak. I spent another two hours installing programs and updates again. Who would have known that I am no longer a true computer nerd? Obviously, I spent most of the evening in lockdown in my prison cell (read: little shoebox). I was going stir crazy by 11pm, so I spent 45 minutes in the prison compound feigning the reading of a book. Frankly, I was just too fatigued, and I wanted to sit and relax.

Well, I suppose that I can live with Windows® Vista. I was not willing to shell out $1,995 for an Apple® MacBook Pro notebook computer. I don't have that kind of dough. Incidentally, I transferred $1,900 to my local bank from my money market fund. I will have to transfer another $700 in a week or so to cover the cost of the computer.

This morning, I left for town at 10:30am with no idea of what I was going to do except for my gym workout. I stopped off at Safeway® to purchase the usual food items. I also broke down and purchased a small cup of coffee. I checked my post office box for mail. The sole letter was from the Linda, "fat-fuck" in the Human Resources office, at the Diploma Mill. I drew two lines through the address and wrote, "Not at this address," on the envelope. Then, I threw it in the mailbox. Later, I sat outside in the park adjacent to the Beretania Street Apartments. I was enjoying myself immensely.

A few minutes later, the sociopathic buddy came strolling through the park with a glass of iced tea. He sat next to me on the bench and made a few foolish comments. He allegedly plans to launch a multiple discrimination lawsuit against the Diploma Mill. Secretly, I hope that he goes through with it and wins. Maybe the sociopathic buddy will kick a few thousand dollars over to me as "compensation." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I did my usual workout at the gym. I was back in my prison cell by 5:15pm. As always, I immediately powered up my notebook computer. I have been steering clear of current affairs and economics issues in the "blog" because I have already discussed them ad nauseum. I am simply waiting for the time of the end, the day of reckoning. Yes, I am waiting for the predicted "terrorist" attack this Summer that will immediately provide the pretext to start the bombing of Iran or Syria. Martial law will be invoked, but no one will notice since all the shopping malls will remain open. I am also waiting to see what happens in the economy.

The stock market made another major "correction," the dollar is falling again, and the real estate débâcle continues to unfold. Yet, no one is affected. The hotels here are all full. The satanic gargoyle tourists are spending money like crazy. On average, they are toting around double the number of shopping bags as compared to a few months ago. It is as if they all struck it rich recently.

I will mention that I have observed that a lot of satanic gargoyles are now using credit cards in the supermarket checkout lines. Although anecdotal, the increase is very noticeable. I seriously doubt that many of the fools are paying off their balance every month as the ol' lavahead does. I also believe that the current Visa® credit card advertisements have been extremely effective at increasing the observed phenomenon. The ads that I am referring to always show a line of satanic gargoyles going through a payment line like automatons. The line stops abruptly when a clown attempts to pay with cash or a check. It's a disturbing trend.

Linux Rebellion

I was compelled to spend part of the evening at Barnes & Noble®. The hottie "bookseller" was on duty. So far, I have not found any new books worthy of purchase. I cannot squeeze a book purchase in my budget anyway. My emergency "Just-in-time" appropriation of my new Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer has depleted any surplus funds for the next two years.

Upon return to my prison cell (read: little shoebox), I went into lockdown and piddled with my new notebook computer. The broadband connection in my prison cell has been a lifesaver. I have been able to keep abreast of the alternative news. I have also been able to listen to DI.FM Deep House on Net radio. I have been using my Philips® ear bud headphones, the one that I purchased to use with the long-gone Brookstone® Tranquil Moments® "sound therapy placebo." Incidentally, I will continue to use the Windows® Vista operating system until the first sign of trouble. I have all the security options enabled. However, if anything crashes the system, then I will install Ubuntu Linux.

This morning, I departed for Kahala Mall at 8:45am. I dropped off a package in the Goodwill drop box containing my pink rubber piggy bank replica and the Tick action figure. Then, I purchased a few more cans of Van Camp's® Pork and Beans from Longs®. I ended up at the Barnes & Noble® Café, where I enjoyed a nice cup of coffee. I perused a Linux magazine and read an article that was quite disturbing. Apparently, Microsoft® is working overtime to put the squeeze on the Linux and open source community. I became quite perturbed.

I drove to Hawai'i Kai at 10:15am to engage in my favorite activity, my tanning hike up Koko Head. The hike took about an hour. The view, as usual, was breathtaking. That's exactly the reason why I enjoy the hike. I visited with moms afterward. Moms served up leftovers for lunch and coffee ice cream for dessert. I was able to chat with moms briefly before departing for Waikiki. Moms also gave me a package of goodies.

I decided to stay in Waikiki, so I walked to the gym right after I parked my truck. I only did my weight workout this afternoon. The hike sufficed as my cardio workout. I was still perturbed about the Microsoft® article. In fact, I became disillusioned when I visualized the "big picture." Even Apple® has become largely predatory in its business practices. It's all about money and market share. The latest version of the Apple® operating system has also become bloated and full of "shiny objects" which do little to enhance its functionality. The more I thought about it, the more perturbed I became.

Obviously, there are even more pressing matters to be perturbed about than my notebook computer's pathetic operating system. However, I only seem to have dominion over my small empire which has few loyal, albeit inanimate, subjects. The sad part is that I have already paid for the license for Windows® Vista. Thus, the imperative for the remainder of the day was focused on whether I should install Ubuntu Linux or not. Well, if the "blog" has not been updated in a few days, then I may have destroyed my new computer. Decisions, decisions ...