Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... gone for good. My new Rubbermaid® non-insulated beverage container works fine. Incidentally, I am now assuming that I will not be frequenting the Pali Safeway® and the catacombs of Kukui Plaza anymore. Well, I shouldn't say that. I may decide to wax nostalgic sometime in the distant future.
In my madness to kick the caffeine habit by gradually increasing the milk content of my Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) concoction, I neglected to consider the toxicity of milk. Specifically, I am referring to the issue of the rBGH toxin known by the trade name, Posilac®. Apparently, Lucerne® (a Safeway® brand) milk is rBGH-free. However, the only information that can be found has confirmed Lucerne® rBGH-free dairy products to exist in the US Pacific Northwest. Safeway®-branded milk arriving in Hawai'i may not be rBGH-free, however. The issue is of even greater concern when we must consider that all dairy products including cheese, ice cream, and so forth may also have rBGH residuals. Ironically, the only ingredient in Fodgers® is listed as "pure coffee." Am I better off sticking to Fodgers® without the milk?
The rest of the day? You know the drill. I was feeling slightly fatigued, even after my gym workout. I have yet to sleep well at night. Waking up every hour or so, only to hear the Chinaman babbling away in Chinaspeak on the phone, is not conducive to a good night's rest. In this case, I would venture to guess that sleep deprivation is the cause of fatigue rather than caffeine withdrawal. I have also exhibited a lot more patience with general stupidity lately. I believe that caffeine probably causes a hypersensitivity to stupidity by putting the mind in an agitated state. Reducing the caffeine has reduced the agitation.
The evening? Same ol' shit, commencing with the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner. I will spend part of the evening contemplating what kind of non-toxic liquid could eventually substitute for the Fodgers® freeze-dried coffee. I thought of fruit juices, but the latter are usually diluted with toxic fructose corn syrup. I may just have to settle for plain water. Another working consideration is whether I could expedite the zero-caffeine target date to the end of June. Decisions, decisions ...
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Monday, June 09, 2008
Freeze-Dried Fanatic
I was off to Hawai'i Kai this morning at 8am with my jar of Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) freeze-dried coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. My bro and his son were also home, but they were still asleep. I made a quick cup of iced coffee. I gave moms an overview of my plan to kick the caffeine habit. Moms and I departed at 8:30am. We made a stop at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. Moms shopped for a few necessities. I searched for a plastic beverage bottle. I found a small Rubbermaid® (non-insulated) plastic bottle. Then, we were off to town.
Moms had an appointment at Straub Hospital. We arrived by 9:30am. We had a short wait before moms was called. The surgeon spent about five minutes to remove the stitches from moms' wounds. We were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai by 10:20am. Unless there are any complications, that was moms' last appointment at Straub.
Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches near the marina in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. After lunch, moms shopped for fruits and vegetables at the local Farmer's Market along the marina. We made one last stop at Koko Marina. Moms visited the bank for the first time in a long time. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. My bro and his son were gone when we arrived. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before I departed.
My sister-in-law is allegedly taking care of the legal matters concerning moms' run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I am steering clear of the whole situation in order to avoid a repeat of the stupidity of a week or so ago.
I spent about two hours at Koko Head Park. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck under a large shade tree. Then, I walked around the park. I sat at various picnic tables to enjoy the scenery and serenity. I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. I noted that I had a slight headache, which could either be from sleep deprivation or caffeine withdrawal. Mind you, I am now only consuming eight ounces of reconstituted coffee.
After the gym, I walked through Foodland to see what I could find. Nada. So, I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased more canned beans and Tina's® lard-filled burritos. I tried to ignore the fact that I had essentially purchased nothing but toxic crap. Until I purchase a contact grill, I tell myself, I will not be able to cook "healthy." We'll soon see whether the latter statement is a crock of shit, or not.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I prepared a batch of the Fodgers® and milk concoction in an old Zippy's chili container. Then, I poured some of the concoction into my new Rubbermaid® beverage container. It only holds eight ounces of fluid, so will be maintaining my reduction of caffeine. I will gradually increase the ratio of milk in the concoction. Eventually, I will phase out the Fodgers® completely. Anyway, that's the plan. To be honest, though, I am actually enjoying the taste of Fodgers®. Really? No, not really. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit.
Moms had an appointment at Straub Hospital. We arrived by 9:30am. We had a short wait before moms was called. The surgeon spent about five minutes to remove the stitches from moms' wounds. We were on our way back to Hawai'i Kai by 10:20am. Unless there are any complications, that was moms' last appointment at Straub.
Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches near the marina in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. After lunch, moms shopped for fruits and vegetables at the local Farmer's Market along the marina. We made one last stop at Koko Marina. Moms visited the bank for the first time in a long time. Then, moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. My bro and his son were gone when we arrived. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. I chatted briefly with moms before I departed.
My sister-in-law is allegedly taking care of the legal matters concerning moms' run-in with the mangy House of Lolo mutt. I am steering clear of the whole situation in order to avoid a repeat of the stupidity of a week or so ago.
I spent about two hours at Koko Head Park. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck under a large shade tree. Then, I walked around the park. I sat at various picnic tables to enjoy the scenery and serenity. I was able to find shaded parking in the Koko Marina parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. I noted that I had a slight headache, which could either be from sleep deprivation or caffeine withdrawal. Mind you, I am now only consuming eight ounces of reconstituted coffee.
After the gym, I walked through Foodland to see what I could find. Nada. So, I made a stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I purchased more canned beans and Tina's® lard-filled burritos. I tried to ignore the fact that I had essentially purchased nothing but toxic crap. Until I purchase a contact grill, I tell myself, I will not be able to cook "healthy." We'll soon see whether the latter statement is a crock of shit, or not.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4pm. I prepared a batch of the Fodgers® and milk concoction in an old Zippy's chili container. Then, I poured some of the concoction into my new Rubbermaid® beverage container. It only holds eight ounces of fluid, so will be maintaining my reduction of caffeine. I will gradually increase the ratio of milk in the concoction. Eventually, I will phase out the Fodgers® completely. Anyway, that's the plan. To be honest, though, I am actually enjoying the taste of Fodgers®. Really? No, not really. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit.
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Rooked Again
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been "chalked up to experience." I modified my homeless guy itinerary to exclude my morning run to Safeway®. My Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone) was filled with a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) concoction in order to substitute for fresh coffee. Thus, I diverted myself to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. I sat and enjoyed my allotted Quaker® Granola along with the Fodgers® freeze-dried coffee concoction. Since I made ice coffee rather than regular hot coffee, I did not find the Fodgers® taste to be all that offensive. Frankly, I was more than satisfied.
The rest of the homeless guy itinerary remained intact. I did my usual workout at the gym sans the hottie gym trainer. I happened to notice that there was a wet spot that smelled like Fodgers® on my workout tank top. I discovered that the pathetic Tempo insulated beverage bottle was leaking. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to disassemble the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. I discovered that the glass insert was asymmetric. The lip of the insert was completely uneven, so the rubber gasket cannot make full contact. Thus, any liquid will breach the gasket and leak into the wall of the container. The liquid eventually leaks out from the crack formed by the bottom piece that screws onto the body. The Tempo insulated beverage bottle is only effective if transported upright. Laying it on its side or upside down will result in leakage. I was quite perturbed that I wasted $7 on the piece of crap. Now, what am I going to do?
Being extremely poor does not afford me the luxury to purchase high-priced goods. I must always settle for cheap "Made in China" crap. Sometimes the stuff is decent. More often than not, it's crap. For now, I will probably find a cheap plastic bottle to replace the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. Then, I will donate the latter to Goodwill along with all of the other useless crap.
The rest of the homeless guy itinerary remained intact. I did my usual workout at the gym sans the hottie gym trainer. I happened to notice that there was a wet spot that smelled like Fodgers® on my workout tank top. I discovered that the pathetic Tempo insulated beverage bottle was leaking. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I was able to disassemble the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. I discovered that the glass insert was asymmetric. The lip of the insert was completely uneven, so the rubber gasket cannot make full contact. Thus, any liquid will breach the gasket and leak into the wall of the container. The liquid eventually leaks out from the crack formed by the bottom piece that screws onto the body. The Tempo insulated beverage bottle is only effective if transported upright. Laying it on its side or upside down will result in leakage. I was quite perturbed that I wasted $7 on the piece of crap. Now, what am I going to do?
Being extremely poor does not afford me the luxury to purchase high-priced goods. I must always settle for cheap "Made in China" crap. Sometimes the stuff is decent. More often than not, it's crap. For now, I will probably find a cheap plastic bottle to replace the Tempo insulated beverage bottle. Then, I will donate the latter to Goodwill along with all of the other useless crap.
Saturday, June 07, 2008
Fodgers® Foolery
Hard as it may be to believe, there was heavy precipitation last night. There were no trade winds which kept the rain clouds in static formation. We have experienced strange weather in the islands as of late. The other morning, I was standing in the sweltering heat of the hot sun at the bus stop. I saw a sheet of rain advancing rapidly from the East. Moving right along with it at about the same speed was the Route 1L bus. The bus arrived just seconds before the wall of rain. I barely escaped being drenched by the torrent of water.
I could not sleep well at all. Thus, I was privy to keep awakening to the garbled and muffled Chinaspeak ramblings of the Chinaman. When I decided to call it a night at 11pm, I could hear him yapping away. Each hour that I woke up, I could still hear the fool yapping away. The benign activity went on way past 4pm. The Chinaman has been yapping away for hours every night so far during the week. I have no idea how he functions on just a couple of hours of sleep.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is a done deal, pretty much a repeat of yesterday. One of the mandates of the homeless guy emulation is the requirement to use public restroom facilities as much as possible. To save on toilet tissue costs, your favorite homeless guy emulator, the ol' lavahead, relies on public restrooms for his daily dump. More often than not, the adjacent stalls are occupied. Not a day goes by that the ol' lavahead is not privy to hear the fools in the other stalls moaning, groaning, hyperventilating, or exhibiting some kind of angst while "unloading." Turd explosions are also common. My guess is that the problem lies with the kind of food that is being consumed.
The ol' lavahead has also observed that many of the new commodes have auto-flush valves that often malfunction. It's almost hard for him to not giggle his ass off when he hears the constant flushing in the next stall while the sitting occupant groans in agony as the filthy water splashes upward. Well, the ol' lavahead has paid his dues in that respect as well. However, as an engineer, the ol' lavahead has found a solution. Simply lay a two-section (contiguous) strip of toilet paper over the sensor window. Remove after the deed is done. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
I was groggy but I made it through the homeless guy itinerary. After consuming my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner, I decided to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I stopped by Ross® in the Hawai'i' Kai Towne Center first. The place looked as though a tornado had hit it. I was looking for an insulated beverage container in the wreckage. No dice. I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchase a small Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone made in China) for $7 regular price. I was fortunate to find that the Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) coffee was on sale. I looked around Safeway®, too. Nothing interesting. I then returned to Longs® to purchase a bottle of Vendage® Chardonnay. I was feeling "thirsty," if you know what I mean. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 7:45pm.
Another day, another dollar ... short. I will be sipping the Vendage® wine all evening, as well as preparing to make the transition to Fodgers® coffee effective tomorrow. I will carry my new Tempo insulated beverage bottle with me in my trusty gym bag. I should be able to save $25 in coffee expenses per month. Aside from that ... same ol' shit.
I could not sleep well at all. Thus, I was privy to keep awakening to the garbled and muffled Chinaspeak ramblings of the Chinaman. When I decided to call it a night at 11pm, I could hear him yapping away. Each hour that I woke up, I could still hear the fool yapping away. The benign activity went on way past 4pm. The Chinaman has been yapping away for hours every night so far during the week. I have no idea how he functions on just a couple of hours of sleep.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is a done deal, pretty much a repeat of yesterday. One of the mandates of the homeless guy emulation is the requirement to use public restroom facilities as much as possible. To save on toilet tissue costs, your favorite homeless guy emulator, the ol' lavahead, relies on public restrooms for his daily dump. More often than not, the adjacent stalls are occupied. Not a day goes by that the ol' lavahead is not privy to hear the fools in the other stalls moaning, groaning, hyperventilating, or exhibiting some kind of angst while "unloading." Turd explosions are also common. My guess is that the problem lies with the kind of food that is being consumed.
The ol' lavahead has also observed that many of the new commodes have auto-flush valves that often malfunction. It's almost hard for him to not giggle his ass off when he hears the constant flushing in the next stall while the sitting occupant groans in agony as the filthy water splashes upward. Well, the ol' lavahead has paid his dues in that respect as well. However, as an engineer, the ol' lavahead has found a solution. Simply lay a two-section (contiguous) strip of toilet paper over the sensor window. Remove after the deed is done. That's my homeless guy emulator tip for the day.
I was groggy but I made it through the homeless guy itinerary. After consuming my usual "rations" (read: beans and bread) for dinner, I decided to drive to Hawai'i Kai. I stopped by Ross® in the Hawai'i' Kai Towne Center first. The place looked as though a tornado had hit it. I was looking for an insulated beverage container in the wreckage. No dice. I ended up at Longs® in Kuapa Kai. I purchase a small Tempo insulated beverage bottle (Thermos® clone made in China) for $7 regular price. I was fortunate to find that the Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) coffee was on sale. I looked around Safeway®, too. Nothing interesting. I then returned to Longs® to purchase a bottle of Vendage® Chardonnay. I was feeling "thirsty," if you know what I mean. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 7:45pm.
Another day, another dollar ... short. I will be sipping the Vendage® wine all evening, as well as preparing to make the transition to Fodgers® coffee effective tomorrow. I will carry my new Tempo insulated beverage bottle with me in my trusty gym bag. I should be able to save $25 in coffee expenses per month. Aside from that ... same ol' shit.
Friday, June 06, 2008
Functional Breakdown
I have not slept well for days. I cannot even remember how long it has been. I wake up almost every hour to "drain the lizard." In between, I have been privy to an assortment of odd dreams. In the morning, I wake up more fatigued than before I fell asleep. Sleep deprivation has translated into horrific waking hours. Like a zombie, I stagger from place to place, the itinerary of which is generally known as the "homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day." My patience is at an all-time low. That's when my dealings with the myriad cretins and troglodytes who comprise the lower social classes grates on my nerves. As a homeless guy emulator, I am only exposed to the lower social classes. Thus, I must constantly deal with the stunted behavior and non-existent etiquette of the latter. The tragedy of it all is that we are looking at the functional breakdown of society. It's here now, which means that the secular Apocalypse is not far behind.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is ... fini. I have made the tentative decision to alter my coffee drinking habit. The $30-plus expenditure every month can no longer be justified. That's almost as much as I pay for a month at the gym. I plan to purchase a small insulated beverage container. Then, I will whip up a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) and milk concoction to take with me in my gym bag every day. It will add to the weight of my gym bag, but I have no choice.
Frankly, I dread going shopping again. I don't want to spend money on anything anymore. However, the coffee expenditure is eating away at my savings. Why don't I just go back to wage slavery then? Heck, wage slavery is what got me into this mess. In addition, unemployment is on the rise. Actual unemployment is already close to 13 percent (including losers like the ol' lavahead who cannot claim unemployment benefits). I am no longer enjoying the coffee experience. Perhaps a switch to Fodgers® will finally allow me to kick the habit. Sheesh!
The library is still the cornerstone of the typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. Reading has become a priority for me ever since I was emancipated from wage slavery. However, I read for knowledge, not entertainment. I am still engaged in Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." Naturally, I always take time to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful surroundings of the library's inner courtyard.
The quality of the passengers on the bus has dramatically decreased as ridership has increased, much as I had previously predicted. One of the telltale signs of the derelict class is the condition of the person's feet. Wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time (as the ol' lavahead does) is a characteristic of lowest economic and social caste in Hawai'i. Thus, the feet are easily viewable. The condition of the feet is even more telling. The feet are so soiled that the skin appears to be black. Large callouses and cracks are evident along the soles, particularly the heels. The toenails are often soiled, hideously contorted, and unkempt. And, of course, the feet smell like dung. The presence of grotesque feet on the bus is increasing.
I am down to four cans of beans after this evening's allotment of the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread). I have not procured a grill yet. Thus, I may have to postpone the transition from canned goods. Once again, the deterring factor is my abhorrence of shopping. Spending non-existent money is just not what I want to do at this point in time. And, I disdain the ridicuous amount of driving that needs to be done just to accomplish the foolish task.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day is ... fini. I have made the tentative decision to alter my coffee drinking habit. The $30-plus expenditure every month can no longer be justified. That's almost as much as I pay for a month at the gym. I plan to purchase a small insulated beverage container. Then, I will whip up a Fodgers® (saw that misspelling in the alt.coffee newsgroup many moons ago) and milk concoction to take with me in my gym bag every day. It will add to the weight of my gym bag, but I have no choice.
Frankly, I dread going shopping again. I don't want to spend money on anything anymore. However, the coffee expenditure is eating away at my savings. Why don't I just go back to wage slavery then? Heck, wage slavery is what got me into this mess. In addition, unemployment is on the rise. Actual unemployment is already close to 13 percent (including losers like the ol' lavahead who cannot claim unemployment benefits). I am no longer enjoying the coffee experience. Perhaps a switch to Fodgers® will finally allow me to kick the habit. Sheesh!
The library is still the cornerstone of the typical homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. Reading has become a priority for me ever since I was emancipated from wage slavery. However, I read for knowledge, not entertainment. I am still engaged in Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." Naturally, I always take time to enjoy the beautiful and peaceful surroundings of the library's inner courtyard.
The quality of the passengers on the bus has dramatically decreased as ridership has increased, much as I had previously predicted. One of the telltale signs of the derelict class is the condition of the person's feet. Wearing slippers (read: slippahs) all the time (as the ol' lavahead does) is a characteristic of lowest economic and social caste in Hawai'i. Thus, the feet are easily viewable. The condition of the feet is even more telling. The feet are so soiled that the skin appears to be black. Large callouses and cracks are evident along the soles, particularly the heels. The toenails are often soiled, hideously contorted, and unkempt. And, of course, the feet smell like dung. The presence of grotesque feet on the bus is increasing.
I am down to four cans of beans after this evening's allotment of the usual "rations" (read: beans and bread). I have not procured a grill yet. Thus, I may have to postpone the transition from canned goods. Once again, the deterring factor is my abhorrence of shopping. Spending non-existent money is just not what I want to do at this point in time. And, I disdain the ridicuous amount of driving that needs to be done just to accomplish the foolish task.
Thursday, June 05, 2008
Low Octane Life
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day ... what more can I say? The homeless guy itinerary went like clockwork. The only deviation from the routine was the restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. An Asian hottie stylist cut my hair. I had allocated an hour for the haircut, but baby was done in ten minutes. An instructor always reviews the finished product. Only one small problem was evident. A quick buzz with the clippers and all was perfect. With so much time on my hands, I walked to the park adjacent to the Beretania Street Apartments. All of the benches were occupied by the homeless and halfway-house derelicts. I decided to commence my workout at the gym a little earlier than usual. I was able to leisurely complete my workout in the span of 2.5 hours.
With petrol now hovering at $4.10 per gallon for the lowest octane, there has been a dramatic increase in bus ridership. Oddly, traffic is even worse than before. So, I have no idea about what is going on.
By the way, I am really baffled by the so-called "American" public. Most of the "informed" public are supposedly sour on the war in Iraq. They are also concerned about the economic fallout of the casino-based financial "system." Yet, they keep going back to the tired "good cop, bad cop" role-playing of the two-party Fascist "system." If they are so concerned, why do they keep looking to status quo candidates? There really is no way to explain the stupidity. I suppose the cliché, "herd mentality," applies.
The sad part is that, collectively, all of the fools could have made a real difference. Had they voted en masse for Dennis Kucinich or Ralph Nader, we would see real change. If anything, it would have "upset the applecart" and sent a message to the ruling elite. That brings me to my conclusion: The "American" people do not want real change. That's too much work and way too much sacrifice. They only want rhetorical change ... "feel good" change. Then, they go right back to worship at the altar of Satan.
Incidentally, I transferred $1,300 from my investment accounts to my local bank. I have been losing track of my finances. Frankly, I have stopped caring. It's only a matter of time before I "forget" to transfer the money and I begin to default on the "condotel" mortgage and the bills. Does it matter? Well, at least the cheap Remington® rotary shaver works fine. Sheesh!
With petrol now hovering at $4.10 per gallon for the lowest octane, there has been a dramatic increase in bus ridership. Oddly, traffic is even worse than before. So, I have no idea about what is going on.
By the way, I am really baffled by the so-called "American" public. Most of the "informed" public are supposedly sour on the war in Iraq. They are also concerned about the economic fallout of the casino-based financial "system." Yet, they keep going back to the tired "good cop, bad cop" role-playing of the two-party Fascist "system." If they are so concerned, why do they keep looking to status quo candidates? There really is no way to explain the stupidity. I suppose the cliché, "herd mentality," applies.
The sad part is that, collectively, all of the fools could have made a real difference. Had they voted en masse for Dennis Kucinich or Ralph Nader, we would see real change. If anything, it would have "upset the applecart" and sent a message to the ruling elite. That brings me to my conclusion: The "American" people do not want real change. That's too much work and way too much sacrifice. They only want rhetorical change ... "feel good" change. Then, they go right back to worship at the altar of Satan.
Incidentally, I transferred $1,300 from my investment accounts to my local bank. I have been losing track of my finances. Frankly, I have stopped caring. It's only a matter of time before I "forget" to transfer the money and I begin to default on the "condotel" mortgage and the bills. Does it matter? Well, at least the cheap Remington® rotary shaver works fine. Sheesh!
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Sushi Obscura
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:30am. I made my obligatory stop at Foodland in Koko Marina to procure a cup of Kona-blend coffee. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms and I chatted for a bit. Then, I assisted moms in changing her bandages. The wounds appear to be healing. Moms is able to walk around more. We made a trip to Koko Marina just for lunch, courtesy Loco Moco. We ate our Beef Curry plate lunches on one of the tables near Foodland. Moms did not need to shop for food, so we left before noon. Moms served up Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. We chatted until 12:15pm. Then, I departed.
I had called Lori earlier to arrange for us to meet at Costco® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had sent her e-mail yesterday about my request. My brainstorm was that I could find a cheap electric razor there. Lori was a little late. We entered the store using her pass. Hard as it may be to believe, the cheapest razor was $89 and some change. I cannot justify such a ridiculous price. What does an electric razor do aside from cut off little facial hairs? I was downtrodden. We looked around the rest of the store for no particular reason. Then, Lori said that she had to look for a few things at Ross®.
When we entered Ross®, Lori spotted a shelf with a few electric razors on display. They were extremely cheap-looking. Lori found what she needed. We walked to the check-out line. There was another display with a few boxes of electric razors. There were six boxes of Remington® rotary shavers (made in China). The price? A ridiculous $20! Naturally, I purchased one. We ended up at The Shack in Kuapa Kai. Lori drank iced tea while I dropped back a couple of glasses of Guinness®. At first, I felt relaxed, but the latter feeling gave way to extreme anxiety. I did not want to alarm Lori by telling her that my mind was frying. I maintained as much composure as possible. The anxiety subsided slightly just before we departed.
I drove back to Koko Marina at 4pm. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout, but I reneged on the cardio portion. I felt guilty while I was taking a shower. The feelings of anxiety had still not abated. I knew that the cardio workout would most likely have dissipated the unchecked energy. I left the gym feeling even more fatigued than when I arrived.
I sat outside on one the same table that moms and I had sat on to eat lunch. I had been carrying the package of Kozo Sushi that moms had given me earlier. In fact, I carried it with me all afternoon rather than leave it in the overheated cab of my truck. I ate the sushi. Finally, I shopped for a couple of grocery items at Foodland.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I was still feeling strange. However, I was able to calm my nerves knowing that I had to look forward to another evening of the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
I had called Lori earlier to arrange for us to meet at Costco® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had sent her e-mail yesterday about my request. My brainstorm was that I could find a cheap electric razor there. Lori was a little late. We entered the store using her pass. Hard as it may be to believe, the cheapest razor was $89 and some change. I cannot justify such a ridiculous price. What does an electric razor do aside from cut off little facial hairs? I was downtrodden. We looked around the rest of the store for no particular reason. Then, Lori said that she had to look for a few things at Ross®.
When we entered Ross®, Lori spotted a shelf with a few electric razors on display. They were extremely cheap-looking. Lori found what she needed. We walked to the check-out line. There was another display with a few boxes of electric razors. There were six boxes of Remington® rotary shavers (made in China). The price? A ridiculous $20! Naturally, I purchased one. We ended up at The Shack in Kuapa Kai. Lori drank iced tea while I dropped back a couple of glasses of Guinness®. At first, I felt relaxed, but the latter feeling gave way to extreme anxiety. I did not want to alarm Lori by telling her that my mind was frying. I maintained as much composure as possible. The anxiety subsided slightly just before we departed.
I drove back to Koko Marina at 4pm. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the parking structure and walked to the gym. I did my usual weight workout, but I reneged on the cardio portion. I felt guilty while I was taking a shower. The feelings of anxiety had still not abated. I knew that the cardio workout would most likely have dissipated the unchecked energy. I left the gym feeling even more fatigued than when I arrived.
I sat outside on one the same table that moms and I had sat on to eat lunch. I had been carrying the package of Kozo Sushi that moms had given me earlier. In fact, I carried it with me all afternoon rather than leave it in the overheated cab of my truck. I ate the sushi. Finally, I shopped for a couple of grocery items at Foodland.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. I was still feeling strange. However, I was able to calm my nerves knowing that I had to look forward to another evening of the same ol' shit. Oh, the horror!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Tidbits & Tidbits
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day in town ... same ol' shit. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. Sheesh! As for the evening ... same ol' shit. Aside from non-stop House Music, I still spend my evenings reading the alternative media.
I have refrained from making any kind of analysis about family dynamics and dysfunction. There is almost no point in doing so. Readers can draw their own conclusions from the testimony offered. I will continue to assist moms in any way that I can, even amidst the opposing forces who are attempting to thwart my every move. Life is really too short to go beyond that.
Financially, I am still holding up, actually much better than I expected. I have lasted one year without any wage slave income, yet I have not adversely affected my net worth. Expenses have been increasing thanks to hyperinflation. Thus, I expect that the big picture will change from this point forward.
The Chinaman is still up to his old tricks ... late night phone calls and all. The Asian hottie (whom I had mistaken as a possible "squeeze") has never been seen again. I believe that baby was using her wily ways to sell an old Mercedes 180E to the unsuspecting Chinaman. Yes, he is now the proud owner of another old hoopty. He's livin' large in a small way!
I have refrained from making any kind of analysis about family dynamics and dysfunction. There is almost no point in doing so. Readers can draw their own conclusions from the testimony offered. I will continue to assist moms in any way that I can, even amidst the opposing forces who are attempting to thwart my every move. Life is really too short to go beyond that.
Financially, I am still holding up, actually much better than I expected. I have lasted one year without any wage slave income, yet I have not adversely affected my net worth. Expenses have been increasing thanks to hyperinflation. Thus, I expect that the big picture will change from this point forward.
The Chinaman is still up to his old tricks ... late night phone calls and all. The Asian hottie (whom I had mistaken as a possible "squeeze") has never been seen again. I believe that baby was using her wily ways to sell an old Mercedes 180E to the unsuspecting Chinaman. Yes, he is now the proud owner of another old hoopty. He's livin' large in a small way!
Monday, June 02, 2008
Mind Frequency
Last night, I listened to non-stop House Music as usual. This morning, I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8am. Kona-blend coffee was courtesy Foodland in Koko Marina. My bro's son was home. Moms and I left at 9am. We first stopped at Longs® in Kuapa Kai to procure more bandages. Then, we were on our way to town for moms' appointment at the Straub Clinic in town. Moms' wounds appear to be healing just fine. Moms has another appointment next week to remove the stitches.
Moms wanted to stop by Queen's Hospital to pick up the medical release forms, but I refused to drive there. My involvement in the what the bro believes is his business exclusively is what almost led to moms' eviction. My bro's wife allegedly is handling the procurement of the forms, although days have gone by with no result. I drove back to Hawai'i Kai. Because moms had another prescription for more antibiotics, we had to stop by Longs® in Kuapa Kai again. There is a Queen's Clinic just a stone's throw from Long's®. I decided that I would try to obtain the records there. No dice. Even with all of the computers and Fax machines, no one would budge on "policy." Moms would have to obtain the documents directly from the main hospital herself.
We spent about 40 minutes in Longs®, waiting for moms' prescription because of an apparent backlog. While we were waiting, one of moms' friends saw us and came by to chat. She told moms and I about a similar situation that happened to a family member (i.e., dog bite). The family immediately called the police. Also, the family retained an attorney and sued for damages.
After that, we ended up back at Koko Marina. Moms and I ate Zippy's spaghetti plate lunches. Then, I ran into Foodland to purchase a couple of grocery items for moms. I told moms that she should obtain the medical release forms by mail. However, moms was totally confused about the process. So, I ended up calling the medical records office in Queen's Hospital to request the forms. Moms will be able to conduct the entire transaction by mail. However, I have no idea about what will happen once my bro discovers the clandestine operation.
I said good-bye to moms at 1:30pm. I drove to Koko Head Park to relax. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the shade. I was a little perturbed because I had run the left front tire against the curb in the Straub parking structure. The expensive tire was bruised badly. The day was a nightmare. All of the driving left my nerves in a shambles. As I sat on one of the picnic tables attempting to gain some semblance of composure, a young blond hottie drove up and asked where the crater look-out was. I gave her direction to the Koko Crater hiking trail and chatted with her briefly. A few minutes later, I could see baby blazing a trial up Koko Crater.
At 3pm, I drove to Koko Marina and was fortunate enough to find shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. As I was driving out of the parking structure, I saw the Asian hottie stylist walking to her car. I chatted with her briefly. I made one last stop in Kuapa Kai. I visited Longs® yet again to purchase a loaf of bread. I also priced a few electric razors. The only ones in stock were well over $150 each! No thanks. I also stopped by Safeway®. I purchased more Tina's® burritos, another box of Quaker® Granola, and a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
When I returned to my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I immediately opened the pint of ice cream. That, my friends, was the highlight of my day. Shortly afterward, I performed the dreaded laundry chores with a much better attitude, albeit four days earlier than scheduled. The rest of the day and the evening will have a remarkable clone-like aura as Monday passes into history.
Moms wanted to stop by Queen's Hospital to pick up the medical release forms, but I refused to drive there. My involvement in the what the bro believes is his business exclusively is what almost led to moms' eviction. My bro's wife allegedly is handling the procurement of the forms, although days have gone by with no result. I drove back to Hawai'i Kai. Because moms had another prescription for more antibiotics, we had to stop by Longs® in Kuapa Kai again. There is a Queen's Clinic just a stone's throw from Long's®. I decided that I would try to obtain the records there. No dice. Even with all of the computers and Fax machines, no one would budge on "policy." Moms would have to obtain the documents directly from the main hospital herself.
We spent about 40 minutes in Longs®, waiting for moms' prescription because of an apparent backlog. While we were waiting, one of moms' friends saw us and came by to chat. She told moms and I about a similar situation that happened to a family member (i.e., dog bite). The family immediately called the police. Also, the family retained an attorney and sued for damages.
After that, we ended up back at Koko Marina. Moms and I ate Zippy's spaghetti plate lunches. Then, I ran into Foodland to purchase a couple of grocery items for moms. I told moms that she should obtain the medical release forms by mail. However, moms was totally confused about the process. So, I ended up calling the medical records office in Queen's Hospital to request the forms. Moms will be able to conduct the entire transaction by mail. However, I have no idea about what will happen once my bro discovers the clandestine operation.
I said good-bye to moms at 1:30pm. I drove to Koko Head Park to relax. I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck in the shade. I was a little perturbed because I had run the left front tire against the curb in the Straub parking structure. The expensive tire was bruised badly. The day was a nightmare. All of the driving left my nerves in a shambles. As I sat on one of the picnic tables attempting to gain some semblance of composure, a young blond hottie drove up and asked where the crater look-out was. I gave her direction to the Koko Crater hiking trail and chatted with her briefly. A few minutes later, I could see baby blazing a trial up Koko Crater.
At 3pm, I drove to Koko Marina and was fortunate enough to find shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym. I did my usual workout. As I was driving out of the parking structure, I saw the Asian hottie stylist walking to her car. I chatted with her briefly. I made one last stop in Kuapa Kai. I visited Longs® yet again to purchase a loaf of bread. I also priced a few electric razors. The only ones in stock were well over $150 each! No thanks. I also stopped by Safeway®. I purchased more Tina's® burritos, another box of Quaker® Granola, and a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Chocolate Chocolate Chip ice cream.
When I returned to my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I immediately opened the pint of ice cream. That, my friends, was the highlight of my day. Shortly afterward, I performed the dreaded laundry chores with a much better attitude, albeit four days earlier than scheduled. The rest of the day and the evening will have a remarkable clone-like aura as Monday passes into history.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Energy Bars & Dough
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has pulled the plunger. The turds are swirling down the drain. Bagels and air-filled energy bars were on sale for 50 cents each at Safeway®, so I gave in and purchased one air-filled energy bar to accompany a cup of Seattle's Best® coffee. I was very groggy this morning. I have not slept well in days. Little wonder why.
The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Aside from that, the rest of the day could be classified as "same ol' shit." I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm.
The highlight of the day was when I caught a glimpse of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Aside from that, the rest of the day could be classified as "same ol' shit." I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm.
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