9 Yaxkin 11 Kib

(12.19.17.10.16) Last night, the landlord stopped by to pose a few options to both Alan and I. The Iraqi guy wants his babe to move into Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Thus, either the Indian guy moves downstairs, or most likely the Iraqi guy. The Iraqi guy's babe owns a dog, so she and Fido (not the dog's real name) will have to reside upstairs. Alan, of course, is adamantly opposed to the Indian guy moving downstairs. I am inclined to agree with him. Oh, when will the stupidity ever end?

Typical 9 Yaxkin 11 Kib Hottie
Another comatose kind-of-a-day has come and gone. When I say "comatose," I mean comatose. After the urban nomad itinerary was completed, I could hardly wait to return to Slob Manor to continue transcribing my priceless hurdy-gurdy DVD collection to its new home on my new Seagate® FreeAgent Go® portable hard drive (made in China).

Why is the damned hurdy-gurdy collection so important? After all, the Vienna Sausage is barely functional. I really have no answer to that question. I suppose that computer nerd-ism and massive hurdy-gurdy collections go hand-in-hand, so to speak. Sheesh!

More Shiny Objects

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned. Well, not exactly.

I completed my mediocre workout at the gym and shopped at Foodland for my weekly groceries. I hurried back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and dropped everything off. Then, my vandalized Nissan® Frontier truck and I were off to town. Yes, another incident of vandalism, this time a large rock was used to scrape the paint and "Nismo" decal near the rear left taillight. I'm not going to bother to report the incident to the police. I'll be parking my truck in the dirt pile next to driveway in Slob Manor. That's the only place available.

My destination in town was Office Depot®. Parking was not a problem, if you can believe it. Once in the store, I noticed that the Acer® Aspire One netbook computer was on sale for $30 less than I paid. Oh well. I attempted to locate the cheapest advertised portable external hard drive. Naturally, it was already out of stock. I ended up purchasing the $90 Seagate® FreeAgent Go® (made in China) which has a capacity of 640 Gbytes (also on sale).

So, why am I wasting more money on techno-gadgets? Well, last night, I noticed a soft hum while I was stationed in front of my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer. I deduced that the sound was the internal hard drive. I suspect that the hard drive is approaching its fail point. Of course, an external hard drive will do nothing to alleviate the situation. However, I thought that I had a good excuse to procure a new shiny object. I only have a handful of important files to archive, and all of them will fit nicely on a flash drive. That only leaves my valuable hurdy-gurdy DVD collection. Yes, I am now copying the entire collection onto the new portable hard drive. And, the Seagate® FreeAgent Go® hard drive worked right out of the box with Ubuntu Linux. And, what of the entire hurdy-gurdy DVD archive? It will be donated to charity. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Post No. 1,561

Why do I even bother to state the obvious? Let's not assume any more than the same ol' shit (SOS) from this point forward. Yes, the "blog" has become totally irrelevant. So, what's relevant? Babes, at least according to the Feedjit® Live Feed. Heck, all of the new babe pictures in the "blog" are now indexed in all the search engines. I no longer need any other content to attract visitors. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!

Typical Indexed Hottie

Content is not really a problem anyway. In my nihilistic state, I can no longer side with any issues. I cannot accept religious or scientific myths. I can only take history with a grain of salt. I have essentially "disconnected" from the so-called "mainstream." So, now what?

The urban nomad status quo is still being maintained regardless of its relevance. What else can I do? I surmised that a part of me was still in disbelief about my own findings, or perhaps I am in a state of psychological shock. Naturally, I am more inclined to believe the latter.

On a side note, I ran into Ann this morning at the Ala Moana Center makai bus stop. She's still unemployed. In fact, her unemployment benefits run out at the end of the month. If anything, I am surprised at how well that she has handled the whole debacle.

Doorstop Blues

The Saturday summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). Absolutely nothing to report, I'm afraid. I'm just "waiting around for the ax to fall," so to speak.

Typical Solid-State Hottie

My Acer® Aspire One netbook computer is still relegated to "doorstop" status. I have, however, further recollections of the idiotic hard drive load/unload cycle count situation. From what I understand, modern hard drives can handle, on average, about 300,000 load/unload cycles. Hard drives for notebook and netbook computers are designed to frequently park their heads for protection from shock. Thus, there is a compromise between the life of the hard drive and protection from physical trauma. The other commercial operating systems allegedly do not suffer the same problem. Why? Do they have better power management utilities? From what I recall, the commercial operating systems are constantly writing to disk, so the heads park less frequently. The only real cure is to switch to a solid-state drive (SSD).

Incidentally, the Intel® Atom® N450 processor, the heart of my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer, is actually quite impressive. Although it is a single core processor, it uses "hyperthreading" technology. Thus, it appears as though there are two cores. Internally, it is a 64-bit processor, which really surprised me. Of course, a netbook is still a netbook, just a small limited capability computer. In my case, it is simply a doorstop. Sheesh!

Yet More Computer Woes

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

I have currently relegated my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer to "doorstop" status. The battery meter in the Gnome® panel is now totally dysfunctional. The icon indicates that the battery is completely drained, but the drop-down menu announces a fully charged battery. The hard drive is still aggressively parking its heads while running on battery power. The load/unload cycle count is now at 1,778 for only about twenty hours of use. I have reset the default hard drive spin-down time in the Gnome® power manager preferences (via gconf editor), but I have yet to test the outcome. Ubuntu "Lucid Lynx" is also running the CPU into a higher temperature range than what I would consider normal.

Well, there's not much else that I can do. I cannot revert back to the former operating system because I deleted the hidden back-up partition on the hard drive. I am also not willing to consider MeeGo® at this time. Installing the older "Karmic Koala" version is also a waste of time as its end-of-life is coming up in eight months. I can run the netbook computer on AC power, but what's the point? It's certainly not very portable when it's tethered to a wall socket. Sheesh! Thank goodness that my Toshiba® Satellite notebook computer is running just fine.

Lighting the Fuse

"In our time, the understanding of the intrinsic value of almost every endeavor is reduced to the crackpot realism of its commodified and practical worth. In the popular imagination, manic commercial come-ons dominate the day, in which, images of beauty, as well as the force and foibles of human character, has been hijacked and appropriated for strictly commercial exploitation. Naturally, those who long for beauty in human or divine form turn away in mortification, and, more and more become possessed of compensatory prayers for the destruction of this empire of commercial vacuity. As the mind is ground to spittle in the gears of the corporate wheelhouse, one may begin to dream of, even yearn for, apocalypse -- a longing for a Götterdämmerung of kitsch." -- Phil Rockstroh

The Thursday summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). Nothing new as usual. Mark was on the bus this afternoon. We were able to chat for most of the ride. On a sad note, Mark's father passed on in April, shortly after I ran into Mark the last time. And, I also neglected to mention that moms and I ran into my cousin, Greg, at Longs® on Monday.

Typical Thursday Hottie

Well, I suppose that the "disconnection" is nearly complete, much to my surprise. I now recognize only so many absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28th). Everything else is just "relativistic" crap. As I said before, I could take a side on any issue and find enough "relevant" sources to support my stand. Truth becomes arbitrary. Thus, I have completely distanced myself from everything, even from issues that I previously thought were important. In other words, I have essentially "wiped the slate clean."

The exodus, however, is nowhere near invocation. Rather than divest my useless possessions, I have procured even more useless crap. Rather than seriously plunge myself into the world of the homeless, I have become quite comfortable in my new squalid room on the first floor in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I have remained static on only one issue: not returning to wage slavery. Although, I must admit that my reasons are convoluted at best. Enough said.

In the grand scheme, I already know (and have known for a long time) that humanity is on a collision course with a reality it refuses to accept. Instead, the doublespeak just continues to substitute for truth. We inch closer daily to a global cataclysm of human construct. I really don't know whether the culprit is hubris, religious arrogance, or what. I once feared such a day, but it no longer matters to me. Nothing can stop our eventual self-destruction. There are just too many people who believe in immortality, the afterlife, resurrection, Armageddon, and other crap along those lines. Their beliefs have caused them to become quite brazen and, therefore, they have lit the fuse of the apocalyptic bomb.

Shiny Object Letdown

The Wednesday summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). Say, isn't that exactly the same summary as yesterday?

Typical Wednesday Hottie

I must sadly report that, after some testing, Ubuntu "Lucid Lynx" on my new Acer® Apsire One netbook computer has been a disappointment. The main problem is the faulty power management utility. I ran the netbook on battery power for a few days in order to discharge the battery as well as to review its actual charge capacity. The reported remaining time was all over the place. In the course of a few minutes, the reported time varied by several hours. In addition, a message kept popping up which stated that the battery was critically low on capacity (only about 31%) and is defective. When the battery was down to about three hours of time left, another message popped up which stated that the battery was completely drained and that the computer would be forced to hibernate. Within seconds, the computer hibernated. After I rebooted, the charge time was reported to be well over three hours. I also discovered that the hard drive aggressively parks its heads every couple of seconds when on battery power. My new shiny object has let me down. Pathetic, very pathetic.

Terse, Very Terse (Milestone)

Typical Tuesday Hottie
The Tuesday summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). Need I say more?

Old-Fashioned Fool

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went as planned. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Foremost® coffee and vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Well, the Iraqi guy moved into my former squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening. He apparently has so much crap that he's putting stuff downstairs as well. That's a big "no-no," according to the landlord. I'm wondering whether there will be "turf wars" upstairs between the Iraqi guy and the Indian guy. He also appears to have a babe. Will baby be staying here on the sly? Heck, I thought that the crap would end once I moved downstairs. Apparently not. Of course, I am fairly isolated in back portion of the first floor. So, I will only be marginally affected by the ensuing stupidity.

Well, I discovered why my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer was a little more expensive than anticipated (aside from not buying it on sale). It has a six-cell battery with a supposedly nine-hour capacity. Of course, I can only count on about six hours optimistically between charges. Using the wireless capability really drains the battery, by the way. Has the netbook been deployed in its intended purpose yet? No. It is currently serving as a new novelty to satiate my consumerist tendencies. Sheesh!

I neglected to mention that I watched a couple of "mainstream" movies on the small tube in the living room of Slob Manor. When I say say small, I mean small. Twelve-inch diagonal screen with one-inch speaker for sound. Even with the low-fidelity audio-visual experience and the myriad advertisements, I became deeply involved with the somewhat cheesy movies. I was overcome by all sorts of emotions, all triggered intentionally by the scenes that I watched. I became sad during the cheesy sad scenes. I laughed at the cheesy jokes. In the end, I asked myself if my life was just so boring and bland that I have become completely devoid of any affect. Or, perhaps, the movies themselves were overly saturated with subliminal cues to invoke Pavlovian responses. I can why people become addicted to movies. I can also see how real life can be become so rote and emotionless as a result.

I rarely watch the tube, and I have not been to a theater in years. My only source of entertainment is the computer, of which I own two now. Even with the Net, I avoid viewing any video clips. I mainly read text. I do not want to be entertained or informed via an audio-visual experience. There's just too much control of the mind from the other end. Call me "old-fashioned," but that's the way I like it.

Games

The Sunday summary? SOS (read: same ol' shit). Who knew, eh? When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I mopped the entire first floor living room and kitchen area. The dump was obviously filthy. Of course, the other residents of Slob Manor could care less. The place will be a mess within a week. How can "civilized" humans live like that? Could it be that they really are, dare I say, animals?

Typical Sunday Hottie
I've been in a state of disillusionment for several days now. Yeah, I know, that's stupid. I've already discovered the absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28th), so I should move on. However, I have been taking the time to reflect upon my earlier life, what little I can remember of it. My disillusionment stems from the on-going sequence of mistakes that I have engaged in since childhood. Clearly, I was destined to be a loser in the eyes of the world.

If I had known the absolute truths long ago, then I would not have wasted my time in the pursuit of self-discovery. All of that foolishness just wasted a lot of money. And, I have ended up outside the so-called "mainstream" anyway. I laugh now when I think about how I tried to play the "game." All of modern life is a "game." When we deal with other people, we play sinister "games." Wage slavery is a "game." War is a "game." If every human knew the absolute truths, would they want to play "games" anymore?

Well, I have been trying to wean myself of coffee again, but the plan isn't working. Is my resolve too weak? I certainly enjoy a nice hot cup of coffee, especially on these cool and rainy mornings. Yes, we've had more rain this Summer than the entire Winter. I'd like to at least curb my coffee intake to about three days per week. I am not worried about caffeine. Actually, I would just like to recover some of the cost of my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer (which has yet to be used for its intended purpose).