Another urban nomad kind-of-day ... exactly the same as last Saturday. The only exception was the extremely hot and humid weather. And, instead of Bread Pudding, I purchased a muffin to go along with my cup of coffee.
As I mentioned last week, there were myriad fools loitering around Ala Moana Center at 8:15am. The Makai Market was populated by a large number of senior citizens, one of them being the ol' lavahead. Unlike the other senior citizens who congregated in groups, the ol' lavahead sat alone. Such a sight would seem quite pathetic to the casual onlooker. However, I am quite comfortable in solitude.
Sometime during the day, I happened to notice that there is a large bump growing on the left bottom of my right palm at the wrist. The bump is either a large callous or a cyst which resulted from laying my arm down on that particular spot along the front edge of the crappy table in my squalid room while I sit in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I did not realize that the bump had gotten so big.
Speaking of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer, it has been overheating quite a bit since the heatwave began. The internal fan keeps cycling on and off. From what I can tell, it's the cheesy video processor and not the CPU that is the culprit. I also foolishly uninstalled Mplayer and Gnome® Mplayer (front-end) and installed VLC player again. Then, after realizing why previously uninstalled VLC, I removed it again. So, I'm back with Mplayer. Sheesh!
Well, after my big day at the library and the gym, I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Although moderate trade winds had returned, the dump was completely hot and stuffy. Just another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening to look forward to.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Friday, October 09, 2009
Ridiculous Stupidity
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai in my ant-free Nissan® Frontier truck at 7:20am this morning. Moms was home when I arrived. So was my nephew. Actually, my nephew has had the whole week off. Moms and I made the rounds in Koko Marina only, with lunch courtesy Yummy's Korean BBQ. I was also able to drop off the O'ahu map book (formerly owned by the former friend) and an Ubuntu 9.04 CD to the Hawai'i Kai library as a donation. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:30pm. Then, I embarked on the urban nomad routine, one which we know all too well.
The were a few isolated showers this afternoon. The ground was quite wet when I exited the gym. However, the rain only added to the dreadful humidity. Yes, another torrid day preceded another torrid urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. I should add that the landlord, Pat, was on the premises when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the guy who is currently living in the back unit will be moving into main house, not a decrepit old senior citizen as Alan had mentioned. The guy is a Chinaman, probably in his thirties. He is supposed to be out of the unit in the back of the house by the end of the weekend. Thus, the landlord should be moving in early next week.
By the way, I was a little sickened when I heard the news that Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. For what? Promoting peace? Where? Iraq? Afghanistan? Pakistan? Iran? For that matter, why wasn't Shrub made a co-recipient? What a crock of shit!
The were a few isolated showers this afternoon. The ground was quite wet when I exited the gym. However, the rain only added to the dreadful humidity. Yes, another torrid day preceded another torrid urban nomad kind-of-an-evening. I should add that the landlord, Pat, was on the premises when I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Apparently, the guy who is currently living in the back unit will be moving into main house, not a decrepit old senior citizen as Alan had mentioned. The guy is a Chinaman, probably in his thirties. He is supposed to be out of the unit in the back of the house by the end of the weekend. Thus, the landlord should be moving in early next week.
By the way, I was a little sickened when I heard the news that Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize. For what? Promoting peace? Where? Iraq? Afghanistan? Pakistan? Iran? For that matter, why wasn't Shrub made a co-recipient? What a crock of shit!
With each passing day, I am beginning to realize that humanity has been reduced to a pathetic joke by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. The ridiculous kinds of stupidity that are passed on the rank-and-file peons should be downright insulting to the latter's intelligence. Likewise, the stock market is surging even amidst a booming poverty class. What is going on? Wrong is right, that's what. What's wrong is right. What's right is wrong. Just as one day the earth's magnetic poles will suddenly reverse polarity, the difference between right and wrong has reversed. With that said, I can only end the topic by pointing readers to an interesting interview with Gore Vidal on the Independent UK site titled, "Gore Vidal's United States of Fury."
Thursday, October 08, 2009
Torrid Time Bomb
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day commenced in a different time zone. Well, actually, the cheap clock in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) was acting up again. The displayed time was about an hour behind. I gave the clock a couple of gentle slaps. Then, the clock ceased to function. I unceremoniously discarded it in the ant-infested Slob Manor trash can.
The heatwave continued. The blistering heat made the day unbearable. Nevertheless, I edured through the usual urban nomad routine. Mark boarded the Route 1L bus this afternoon. I was surprised to see him. We ended up chatting for the duration of the ride.
I must now depend upon the Advance Time Technology wind-up clock (i.e., new "time bomb" made in China) that moms had given me. I have no money to purchase a new clock. So, I will have to spend the next few days calibrating the wind-up clock. Right now, it loses about 5 minutes per day.
Well, since it is too hot to think, I may as well mummify the situation right now. As to be expected, though, the Feedjit® Live Feed reported that most visitors to the "blog" are in search of pictures of hotties. Why not visit the [deleted] site instead?
The heatwave continued. The blistering heat made the day unbearable. Nevertheless, I edured through the usual urban nomad routine. Mark boarded the Route 1L bus this afternoon. I was surprised to see him. We ended up chatting for the duration of the ride.
I must now depend upon the Advance Time Technology wind-up clock (i.e., new "time bomb" made in China) that moms had given me. I have no money to purchase a new clock. So, I will have to spend the next few days calibrating the wind-up clock. Right now, it loses about 5 minutes per day.
Well, since it is too hot to think, I may as well mummify the situation right now. As to be expected, though, the Feedjit® Live Feed reported that most visitors to the "blog" are in search of pictures of hotties. Why not visit the [deleted] site instead?
Wednesday, October 07, 2009
Torrid Zone Redux
No trade winds, hazy vog, roasting temperatures, steam bath humidity, sugar ant infestation ... another urban nomad kind-of-a-day. Nothing out of the ordinary could possibly transpire in such extreme heat, with the exception of a monk haircut restoration at the Institute of Hair Design. In fact, the "blog" of yesterday pretty much summarizes everything.
The torrid weather is, of course, causing my puny brain to overheat. Steam is gushing out of the oversized cranium. Thus, I have not been able to engage in any kind of powerful thinking. My entire mental process has been reduced to a primal state. Every few minutes, I must splash water on the entire oversized cranium to cool it off. At the moment, I have no other priorities.
The torrid weather is, of course, causing my puny brain to overheat. Steam is gushing out of the oversized cranium. Thus, I have not been able to engage in any kind of powerful thinking. My entire mental process has been reduced to a primal state. Every few minutes, I must splash water on the entire oversized cranium to cool it off. At the moment, I have no other priorities.
Tuesday, October 06, 2009
Heatwave (Continued)
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day was overbaked by the ongoing heatwave. The trade winds were non-existent, and the humidity was intolerable. Nonetheless, I followed the same urban nomad routine.
At the library, I have been reading the book, "Digging Through the Bible: Modern Archaeology and the Ancient Bible," by Richard Freund. The book was published this year, so it is the most recent of the genre. Since I have already officially ended my religious research, I will not comment on the book unless there is something of profound interest. I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma, though. I had a difficult time sleeping last night because of the heatwave. Even though I kept the cheap Slob Manor fan running all night, I was sweating profusely and sticking to the sheet that lines my pathetic sleeping bag.
Even though the gym is air-conditioned, there just did not seem to be any relief from the heat. I was barely able to complete my workout. Performing my cardio workout was the most tortuous part. Anyway, I enjoyed a lengthy warm shower. The minute I steeped outside, I began sweating profusely. Why did I bother with a shower?
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the entire second floor was stuffy and hot. By hot, I mean that the ambient temperature was 100o or more. What's even worse is that the sugar ants have gone wild. The ants are everywhere in the house, even though there is currently no rotting garbage laying around. Outside, I noticed that there were literally millions of sugar ants crawling all over the outside wall of the house. Hundreds of trails were visible. The trash can was completely overrun by sugar ants. I immediately retrieved a glass cup from the kitchen. Using the outside faucet, I committed mass ant genocide by tsunami.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. However, the sugar ants have invaded my squalid room as well. Every ten seconds, a group of sugar ants appear on my cheap Slob Manor desk. I have to take the time to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. There has been no letup since 6pm. Even when I performed my daily cleaning ritual with my humble dustpan and brush, I swept up several of the little bastards. Then, I discovered that the ants had invaded the second floor fridge. Of course, they ended up mummified by the cold.
On a side note, I was informed by Alan, one of the Slob Manor residents, that another tenant will be moving into one of the vacant rooms downstairs. Apparently, the new guy is a friend of Pat, the landlord. "He's even older than I am," Alan said. The new guy, another Chinaman, is allegedly in his sixties. Alan himself is 57 years old. Is Slob Manor turning into a convalescent home?
At the library, I have been reading the book, "Digging Through the Bible: Modern Archaeology and the Ancient Bible," by Richard Freund. The book was published this year, so it is the most recent of the genre. Since I have already officially ended my religious research, I will not comment on the book unless there is something of profound interest. I spent most of the time lapsing in and out of a coma, though. I had a difficult time sleeping last night because of the heatwave. Even though I kept the cheap Slob Manor fan running all night, I was sweating profusely and sticking to the sheet that lines my pathetic sleeping bag.
Even though the gym is air-conditioned, there just did not seem to be any relief from the heat. I was barely able to complete my workout. Performing my cardio workout was the most tortuous part. Anyway, I enjoyed a lengthy warm shower. The minute I steeped outside, I began sweating profusely. Why did I bother with a shower?
Once back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I discovered that the entire second floor was stuffy and hot. By hot, I mean that the ambient temperature was 100o or more. What's even worse is that the sugar ants have gone wild. The ants are everywhere in the house, even though there is currently no rotting garbage laying around. Outside, I noticed that there were literally millions of sugar ants crawling all over the outside wall of the house. Hundreds of trails were visible. The trash can was completely overrun by sugar ants. I immediately retrieved a glass cup from the kitchen. Using the outside faucet, I committed mass ant genocide by tsunami.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. However, the sugar ants have invaded my squalid room as well. Every ten seconds, a group of sugar ants appear on my cheap Slob Manor desk. I have to take the time to squish each and every one of their tiny heads. There has been no letup since 6pm. Even when I performed my daily cleaning ritual with my humble dustpan and brush, I swept up several of the little bastards. Then, I discovered that the ants had invaded the second floor fridge. Of course, they ended up mummified by the cold.
On a side note, I was informed by Alan, one of the Slob Manor residents, that another tenant will be moving into one of the vacant rooms downstairs. Apparently, the new guy is a friend of Pat, the landlord. "He's even older than I am," Alan said. The new guy, another Chinaman, is allegedly in his sixties. Alan himself is 57 years old. Is Slob Manor turning into a convalescent home?
Monday, October 05, 2009
Heatwave
I was off to Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck at 8:20am this morning. Moms and I made the usual rounds in Hawai'i Kai. However, this was one of the few times that moms also shopped at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. I also had to make a quick stop at Kale's Natural Foods to purchase bulk psyllium. For lunch, moms served Safeway® lamp-baked chicken, fresh ahi sashimi, fresh vegetables, and rice. Naturally, we ate Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 2pm.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. Mind you, we've been experiencing a major heatwave for several days. The trade winds are non-existent, which makes the humidity and ambient temperature unbearable. Even after sunset, the heat is intolerable. The second floor of Slob Manor is literally an oven. Thus, I will be experiencing a very uncomfortable urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
The rest of the day was classic urban nomad. No details are necessary. Mind you, we've been experiencing a major heatwave for several days. The trade winds are non-existent, which makes the humidity and ambient temperature unbearable. Even after sunset, the heat is intolerable. The second floor of Slob Manor is literally an oven. Thus, I will be experiencing a very uncomfortable urban nomad kind-of-an-evening.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Piddle Times Four
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday ... essentially a carbon copy of last Sunday. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired. Pretty much a whole day has flashed before my eyes.
This morning, I was fairly tired because I have not slept well for two nights. The Indian guy has been getting up at odd times throughout the night. Last night, he woke up at 2am and drove off somewhere in his "babe magnet" automobile, probably to get something to eat. He returned about an hour or so later. Every time he slams his room door, it jolts me awake. Essentially, the clown is a dickhead. We knew that already, however.
Oddly, for the last two mornings, I discovered an extreme sugar ant invasion of the second floor bathroom sink. I surmised that the tell-tale residue is from the P90X® supplement which the Indian guy recently purchased from Beachbody®. I believe that he has been getting up frequently at night to mix up a batch of the P90X® supplement. He's probably modified his intensive junk food diet by replacing a good portion of the latter with the P90X® supplement. Thus, he's probably experiencing hunger pangs at all hours of the night. He also rejoined the gym a few weeks ago after a six-month hiatus. He terminated his membership prematurely in anticipation of moving to Guam. I have only seen him once at the gym so far. Only a regular workout regimen and a proper diet will obtain good results. There are no shortcuts. There is no magic elixir.
On a sad note, I must report that my trusty slippers (read: slippahs) broke at the strap. Fortunately, I was already back at Slob Manor. I was also fortunate to have one new pair in stock.
This morning, I was fairly tired because I have not slept well for two nights. The Indian guy has been getting up at odd times throughout the night. Last night, he woke up at 2am and drove off somewhere in his "babe magnet" automobile, probably to get something to eat. He returned about an hour or so later. Every time he slams his room door, it jolts me awake. Essentially, the clown is a dickhead. We knew that already, however.
Oddly, for the last two mornings, I discovered an extreme sugar ant invasion of the second floor bathroom sink. I surmised that the tell-tale residue is from the P90X® supplement which the Indian guy recently purchased from Beachbody®. I believe that he has been getting up frequently at night to mix up a batch of the P90X® supplement. He's probably modified his intensive junk food diet by replacing a good portion of the latter with the P90X® supplement. Thus, he's probably experiencing hunger pangs at all hours of the night. He also rejoined the gym a few weeks ago after a six-month hiatus. He terminated his membership prematurely in anticipation of moving to Guam. I have only seen him once at the gym so far. Only a regular workout regimen and a proper diet will obtain good results. There are no shortcuts. There is no magic elixir.
On a sad note, I must report that my trusty slippers (read: slippahs) broke at the strap. Fortunately, I was already back at Slob Manor. I was also fortunate to have one new pair in stock.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
Monk Training
Another urban nomad kind-of-day commenced at 7:30am this morning when I rode the Route 23 bus to Ala Moana Center. Although only a handful of stores were open at the mall, there were myriad fools loitering about. I purchased a cup of coffee and huge slab of Bread Pudding (for lunch) at Foodland. I then sat in the Makai Market to enjoy my coffee. About an hour later, I was on my way to town to engage in the benign urban nomad routine.
At the library, I completed reading Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos." A very interesting book. However, the title is misleading. Most of the book (as with all other of this genre) is spent detailing general relativity and quantum mechanics. Only a few pages actually cover the topic. The punchline, of course, is that no one even knows what "dark energy" and "dark matter" really is. Can it get more foolish? I also perused an interesting picture book about the Stone Age life of humans. Wow! I cannot even imagine such a life-style.
I ate the big-ass slab of bread pudding for lunch under the coconut trees in the Capitol district. I neglected to mention that a myna bird kept me company for lunch the other day. It kept blinking its beady little eyes at me. So, I shared some granola with the foolish avian.
I performed my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, one of the other Slob Manor residents, Alan, told me that Pat, the landlord, is planning to move back into the two-bedroom unit in the back. Currently, one of Pat's relatives or friends is living there. He had four cars (including his babe's car and a beat-up stretch limousine). All but one of the cars is left. So, I assume that the landlord is moving in fairly soon. Well, another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. How can endure such torture? Monk training, my friends.
At the library, I completed reading Hooper's book, "Dark Cosmos." A very interesting book. However, the title is misleading. Most of the book (as with all other of this genre) is spent detailing general relativity and quantum mechanics. Only a few pages actually cover the topic. The punchline, of course, is that no one even knows what "dark energy" and "dark matter" really is. Can it get more foolish? I also perused an interesting picture book about the Stone Age life of humans. Wow! I cannot even imagine such a life-style.
I ate the big-ass slab of bread pudding for lunch under the coconut trees in the Capitol district. I neglected to mention that a myna bird kept me company for lunch the other day. It kept blinking its beady little eyes at me. So, I shared some granola with the foolish avian.
I performed my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Incidentally, one of the other Slob Manor residents, Alan, told me that Pat, the landlord, is planning to move back into the two-bedroom unit in the back. Currently, one of Pat's relatives or friends is living there. He had four cars (including his babe's car and a beat-up stretch limousine). All but one of the cars is left. So, I assume that the landlord is moving in fairly soon. Well, another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. How can endure such torture? Monk training, my friends.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Piddle Redux
I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai at 8:20am this morning in my Nissan® Frontier truck. Moms and I only made the rounds in Koko Marina with lunch courtesy Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. I kept moms company until 1:45pm.
Naturally, I ended up at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I ran out of ice cream a few days ago, so I decided to switch to Yoplait® yogurt. Obviously, yogurt is a much healthier choice. The Yoplait® yogurt has been on sale at $2.50 for a big-ass container.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Absolutely no progress was made today insofar as my goals for the exodus is concerned. I had planned to divest the large O'ahu map book that I keep in the truck. However, I discovered that it is ten years old. The map is essentially rubbish. So, I have decided to keep it. The map formerly belonged to the former friend (i.e., Persian hottie).
On a side note, I have grown fatigued with Ubuntu Linux. I am still using version 8.04 LTS as opposed to the newer versions. LTS releases are supported for three years. However, there have never been any fixes for the problems that I have encountered. The next LTS release will be in April of next year. Will I upgrade? I doubt seriously it.
Naturally, I ended up at the gym. Then, I shopped for groceries at Foodland before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I ran out of ice cream a few days ago, so I decided to switch to Yoplait® yogurt. Obviously, yogurt is a much healthier choice. The Yoplait® yogurt has been on sale at $2.50 for a big-ass container.
Another urban nomad kind-of-an-evening awaits me. Absolutely no progress was made today insofar as my goals for the exodus is concerned. I had planned to divest the large O'ahu map book that I keep in the truck. However, I discovered that it is ten years old. The map is essentially rubbish. So, I have decided to keep it. The map formerly belonged to the former friend (i.e., Persian hottie).
On a side note, I have grown fatigued with Ubuntu Linux. I am still using version 8.04 LTS as opposed to the newer versions. LTS releases are supported for three years. However, there have never been any fixes for the problems that I have encountered. The next LTS release will be in April of next year. Will I upgrade? I doubt seriously it.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Disappearing Dinero
Another urban nomad kind-of-a-day ... what difference does it make? Well, I have been taking the long bus route to town via Waikiki and Ala Moana Center in the morning for two days now. Frankly, I prefer that route over the boring Route 1 trek. Once in town, I replicated the same nauseous routine. Details are definitely not necessary.
Incidentally, I was able to determine the amount of money that the despicable "condotel" unit lost last month by checking my local bank account on-line. The dump was $480 short of break-even and is draining me of money, which is plainly reflected in the financial report below. That is what the "ownership society" has to offer to rank-and-file peons.
Incidentally, I was able to determine the amount of money that the despicable "condotel" unit lost last month by checking my local bank account on-line. The dump was $480 short of break-even and is draining me of money, which is plainly reflected in the financial report below. That is what the "ownership society" has to offer to rank-and-file peons.
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