Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms has an appointment to have her hearing aid checked on Friday. For some reason, moms wants to ride the bus. So, I left it at that. Otherwise, nada to report.
I opted to remain in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for the entire evening. I regretted the decision, but there really was no reason for me to sit around a crappy shopping mall. Frankly, I am at wit's end. Time's a wastin', but I just can't seem to figure out what I need to be doing.
Incidentally, if you happen to be a gambling kind-of-a-guy (or babe), then you may have noticed that the stock market tanked yet again. That's the way it's going to be for the next few years. Nerves of steel will be required to follow the course. Unless, of course, you happen to be a day trader and have access to the latest trading software. Most rank-and-file peons will only have limited access to mutual funds, 401(k) providers, and pension funds. The ride won't be as scary, but there will be a lot of up and down movement. No, thanks.
There's been a lack of focus on the issue of job creation. The reason? No new jobs can be created. Most of the jobs have been outsourced. Corporations have also learned how to effectively "downsize" without the need for future restaffing. We are in the Great Depression Redux. The only reason that we are seeing some employment numbers increase ... say, in the manufacturing sector, for example ... is because the numbers are being "fudged." Did you know that hamburger "chefs" are included in the manufacturing count? Yeah, that's right. Heck, isn't it time to join the [deleted]?
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
Bulwark of Stupidity
As to be expected, the stock market is surging upward again after the Fed announced that it has locked in its zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) for at least two years. I've already predicted that short-term interest rates will remain at zero percent for a very long time, at least my own lifetime. The disgusting "bubble" cycle is beginning again. If I was a gambling kind-of-a-guy, I would put every dime I owned into various mutual funds right now. With a two-year guarantee of zero percent interest rates, expect the Dow to hit 21,500 by then. That would put it at parity with its peak during the fake boom prior to the Great Depression Redux. Sadly, I'm not a gambling kind-of-a-guy.
The rioting in the UK came as quite a shock to me. The event is of great significance because it signals the final decline of the bulwark of "Western civilization." No matter what the pundits say, the real cause was the squeeze being put on the rank-and-file peons. Obviously, a number of different triggers were involved, but the heart of the matter lies in the demeaning austerity programs invoked by the moneychangers and powers-that-be.
There are some serious implications for the empire since the UK is the current mother state of modern "Western civilization." We can expect a major uprising once the real unemployment hits 50 percent and the upcoming austerity programs are invoked. Once the powderkeg explodes, though, we can expect the empire's government to react violently. Domestic police are already militarized. And, since the empire has the largest military force in the world, it will allocate massive amounts of military power to quell the chaos.
The day? Same ol' shit. Feeling claustrophobic, I ventured out to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. Same ol' shit there, too. I really wish that there were other alternatives. However, I reside in a completely consumerist and materialist society. If I desire more than the standard fare, I must pay dearly for it. Sheesh!
The rioting in the UK came as quite a shock to me. The event is of great significance because it signals the final decline of the bulwark of "Western civilization." No matter what the pundits say, the real cause was the squeeze being put on the rank-and-file peons. Obviously, a number of different triggers were involved, but the heart of the matter lies in the demeaning austerity programs invoked by the moneychangers and powers-that-be.
There are some serious implications for the empire since the UK is the current mother state of modern "Western civilization." We can expect a major uprising once the real unemployment hits 50 percent and the upcoming austerity programs are invoked. Once the powderkeg explodes, though, we can expect the empire's government to react violently. Domestic police are already militarized. And, since the empire has the largest military force in the world, it will allocate massive amounts of military power to quell the chaos.
The day? Same ol' shit. Feeling claustrophobic, I ventured out to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. Same ol' shit there, too. I really wish that there were other alternatives. However, I reside in a completely consumerist and materialist society. If I desire more than the standard fare, I must pay dearly for it. Sheesh!
Monday, August 08, 2011
Another Transfer of Wealth
Usual visit to Hawai'i Kai. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. Grocery shopping has turned into a real nightmare. I am also wasting a lot more petrol to drive my truck to one of the remaining two supermarkets in the area.
I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala again this evening. Crowded. No beverages. Composed the "blog" on my tablet computer in the same uncomfortable chair that I sat on last night.
Lori left a voicemail. She has apparently returned from Molokai three months earlier than expected. I have no further details. Ralph, a dean at HCC also left a voicemail. He has a variety of classes available, if I care to facilitate any of them. I suppose that I am fortunate that I actually have a wage slave contingency available, if I choose to accept it. At this point in time, I may have to seriously entertain the idea.
The recent stock market debacle has been laughable at best. I exited that "shell game" many moons ago after I lost about $1,800 and some change when the so-called "technology bubble" burst. Never again, I said to myself. The empire's stock market has long ceased to be anything other than a speculator's lair. When the indices rise and fall daily with incredible magnitude, there can be no other reasonable conclusion. With interest rates at zero percent, the speculators are looking to park their funds in anything that can offer quick high yields. Any sign of trouble and they are out in a blink of an eye. The small-time investor cannot keep up. And, don't even think that any stock mutual fund will do much more. The ridiculous mainstream news sources claimed that over $1 trillion just vanished into thin air today. Oh brother. The wealth was transferred to the speculators who were quick enough to get out in time. Now they have even more cash to hoard.
The is talk of yet another round of "quantitative easing" (QE). I've long ago predicted that the sham would continue indefinitely. The real joke is that the Fed is not even chartered to enact such a provision. QE is simply going to inject more fake money into the "system." Then, the cycle will begin again. Another "bubble" of some kind will ensue. Speculators will move large sums of money in, and they will pull out the money at any sign of trouble. Obviously, there is always potential for trouble. So, another collapse will be inevitable. With the turn of each cycle, more and more people will find themselves sucked into the "black hole" of insolvency. Yet, the moneychangers and powers-that-be remain immune. How pathetic is that?
Well, I really don't know what to make of it all. The secular Apocalypse is already here for those of us who comprise the class of rank-and-file peons. Did you purchase your 9mm weapon yet?
I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala again this evening. Crowded. No beverages. Composed the "blog" on my tablet computer in the same uncomfortable chair that I sat on last night.
Lori left a voicemail. She has apparently returned from Molokai three months earlier than expected. I have no further details. Ralph, a dean at HCC also left a voicemail. He has a variety of classes available, if I care to facilitate any of them. I suppose that I am fortunate that I actually have a wage slave contingency available, if I choose to accept it. At this point in time, I may have to seriously entertain the idea.
The recent stock market debacle has been laughable at best. I exited that "shell game" many moons ago after I lost about $1,800 and some change when the so-called "technology bubble" burst. Never again, I said to myself. The empire's stock market has long ceased to be anything other than a speculator's lair. When the indices rise and fall daily with incredible magnitude, there can be no other reasonable conclusion. With interest rates at zero percent, the speculators are looking to park their funds in anything that can offer quick high yields. Any sign of trouble and they are out in a blink of an eye. The small-time investor cannot keep up. And, don't even think that any stock mutual fund will do much more. The ridiculous mainstream news sources claimed that over $1 trillion just vanished into thin air today. Oh brother. The wealth was transferred to the speculators who were quick enough to get out in time. Now they have even more cash to hoard.
The is talk of yet another round of "quantitative easing" (QE). I've long ago predicted that the sham would continue indefinitely. The real joke is that the Fed is not even chartered to enact such a provision. QE is simply going to inject more fake money into the "system." Then, the cycle will begin again. Another "bubble" of some kind will ensue. Speculators will move large sums of money in, and they will pull out the money at any sign of trouble. Obviously, there is always potential for trouble. So, another collapse will be inevitable. With the turn of each cycle, more and more people will find themselves sucked into the "black hole" of insolvency. Yet, the moneychangers and powers-that-be remain immune. How pathetic is that?
Well, I really don't know what to make of it all. The secular Apocalypse is already here for those of us who comprise the class of rank-and-file peons. Did you purchase your 9mm weapon yet?
Sunday, August 07, 2011
Hordes of Hoarders
In continuing the discussion from yesterday, I'd like to focus on hoarding fiat money, hyperinflation, and other foolish topics. It's taken me a while to finally understand what is going on. As I've said before, I'm done "reality shopping." There are too many pundits, too many versions of the same story, and no real answers. So, why not come up with my own version?
With all of the fake money being injected into the "system," why hasn't there been a spike of hyperinflation? we've actually already discussed the answer. Cash is being hoarded. Banks, corporations, affluent asswipes ... all hoarding cash. The Fed has been lending trillions of dollars to domestic and international banks at zero percent interest. Banks have been parking their reserves at the Fed where the cash is actually earning interest. It's safe, and there's no need to generate loans to profit. Corporations are slashing jobs, cutting costs, and sitting on the cash. Obviously, hoarded cash is money that is taken out of the "system." It has zero velocity. The money essentially disappears. As the world's so-called "reserve currency," the empire's dollar is also being hoarded by international central banks. Unless the money flows back into the "system" and floods it, there will be no hyperinflation.
The Fed has also bought up all of the "bad paper" that was infecting the "system" through its "quantitative easing" program. Effectively, the Fed has put that garbage on its balance sheet, claiming that it will be sold off at a later date. The Fed could sell the crap at a discount (although it paid full price), and write off the loss. Or, it could just make the "bad paper" disappear in a few years when amnesia sets in for most people. The Fed can then repair its balance sheet with more fake money and a little hand-waving. Who would know?
With little probability of hyperinflation, the Fed can merrily continue to inject endless amounts of fake money into the "system." The Fed cannot "print" enough money to keep up with the amount that is disappearing. Thus, money is so cheap that interest rates will remain at zero percent forever. Sickening, isn't it?
As for the day, same ol' shit. I should mention that my squalid chair collapsed while I was sitting on it last night in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I sustained minor injuries. The pieces of the chair have been deposited in the trash bin. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. At first, I didn't want to go there. Then, I changed my mind. No beverages, though. Too crowded and no seating.
I am becoming worried about my ability to function. I have a mild headache every day. My patience is at all-time low. My mind has been extremely troubled, and not just because of mortality issues. I'm concerned that I may lose my mind. I don't want to end up walking around and talking out loud to no one just like the myriad psychotics around me. I need to keep my wits about me given that the secular Apocalypse is just beginning. Sheesh!
With all of the fake money being injected into the "system," why hasn't there been a spike of hyperinflation? we've actually already discussed the answer. Cash is being hoarded. Banks, corporations, affluent asswipes ... all hoarding cash. The Fed has been lending trillions of dollars to domestic and international banks at zero percent interest. Banks have been parking their reserves at the Fed where the cash is actually earning interest. It's safe, and there's no need to generate loans to profit. Corporations are slashing jobs, cutting costs, and sitting on the cash. Obviously, hoarded cash is money that is taken out of the "system." It has zero velocity. The money essentially disappears. As the world's so-called "reserve currency," the empire's dollar is also being hoarded by international central banks. Unless the money flows back into the "system" and floods it, there will be no hyperinflation.
The Fed has also bought up all of the "bad paper" that was infecting the "system" through its "quantitative easing" program. Effectively, the Fed has put that garbage on its balance sheet, claiming that it will be sold off at a later date. The Fed could sell the crap at a discount (although it paid full price), and write off the loss. Or, it could just make the "bad paper" disappear in a few years when amnesia sets in for most people. The Fed can then repair its balance sheet with more fake money and a little hand-waving. Who would know?
With little probability of hyperinflation, the Fed can merrily continue to inject endless amounts of fake money into the "system." The Fed cannot "print" enough money to keep up with the amount that is disappearing. Thus, money is so cheap that interest rates will remain at zero percent forever. Sickening, isn't it?
As for the day, same ol' shit. I should mention that my squalid chair collapsed while I was sitting on it last night in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). I sustained minor injuries. The pieces of the chair have been deposited in the trash bin. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. At first, I didn't want to go there. Then, I changed my mind. No beverages, though. Too crowded and no seating.
I am becoming worried about my ability to function. I have a mild headache every day. My patience is at all-time low. My mind has been extremely troubled, and not just because of mortality issues. I'm concerned that I may lose my mind. I don't want to end up walking around and talking out loud to no one just like the myriad psychotics around me. I need to keep my wits about me given that the secular Apocalypse is just beginning. Sheesh!
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Future Primitive Redux
"You have the right to remain dead." -- Future Miranda clauseSame ol' shit (SOS). Nada to report. No excursion to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. More hurdy-gurdy video downloading, of course.
The free hotel room promotion will begin this month and last through the end of year at the Aloha Surf Hotel, home of the detestable "condotel" unit. Aqua management has quoted $1,000 per month (double the original quote) to be billed to owners in order to subsidize the "guests." During the promotion, there will be zero revenue. In addition, Aqua management has begun to replace almost every conceivable piece of the furnishings in the units and charging the owners double the actual cost of the items. I have made the tentative decision to default on the mortgage. I will lose over $72,000 in equity, but I can no longer afford to pay for the dump. Now that I also have to pay the room rental fee for the tourists, the whole situation has gone well beyond ludicrous.
What is happening to the ol' lavahead is just the "tip of the iceberg" in the general scheme. Overall, we are looking at total global financial collapse, only being postponed by the infusion of infinite amounts of fiat money. In the empire, the situation is rapidly degenerating no matter what anyone says. And, I'm not speaking of the phony "debt ceiling" crisis of a few days ago. We've got a major problem with real unemployment now closing in on 25 percent of the workforce. Even with extended unemployment benefits now being cut off, there's been little dissension from the rank-and-file peons. As I've stated before, there will be no social upheaval until unemployment surpasses 50 percent. Even then, the dissension will be one of limited chaos. Losers will only target other losers. There will be no "solidarity."
The Great Depression Redux will only affect the lower classes of the populace. There won't be a "class war" because any upheaval will remain within the ranks of losers (i.e., "in-class war"). If anything, the losers will simply kill each other off. The affluent class has not and will not be affected. We already see the latter dichotomy right before our eyes on a daily basis.
I'm really not certain about how much time we in the peon class have left. The "system" will remain somewhat intact as long as the phony money keeps flowing. Corporations and affluent individuals have been hoarding immense amounts of cash. That should be a "red flag" to anyone who is vigilant.
My instinct tells me that anyone in the peon class with $500 to spare should immediately purchase a 9mm weapon at the least. The weapon should be "black market" appropriated, if possible. When the "shit hits the fan," there will be two immediate adversaries: fellow losers and all law enforcement (sic) agencies. Loser will be pitted against loser. The police state will be pitted against all losers.
Let me reiterate. The "system" will function, in general, as long as more fiat money is injected into the "system." Those who hoard enough money will survive intact and will move seamlessly into the next phase. In fact, they will notice no difference in quality of life. Those who run out of money will enter the next phase as criminals without ever having to commit a crime. Only the "inner animal" will be left. For the poor and destitute, there will be no recovery. There will be no jobs, no social programs, no entitlements, and certainly no rights. When will that happen? Heck, the hammer has already struck.
Friday, August 05, 2011
Cloud Nine (Continued)
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Moms mentioned that the Aina Haina branch location of the church is being sold by corporate headquarters. The property, which is worth millions of dollars, is home to about five congregations including the one moms is a member. There seems to be no rationale for the decision, unless the cult is running low on money. After all, the date of Armageddon continues to be pushed into the future by the cult's leadership. When will they realize that Armageddon is not coming? Jesus is not coming back either. We humans have been left to our own devices.
The day become quite chaotic when I went grocery shopping in the late afternoon after my workout at the gym. Safeway® in Kuapa Kai was completely packed. Inventory was running low, but I managed to scrape together enough food to last through the weekend. While I was waiting at the traffic light at the exit, I perused the receipt. I was overcharged for one of the items. So, I had to circle around and drive back into the parking lot. I attempted to have the difference credited back to my credit card, but the only manager capable of making the approval was backlogged. I reluctantly opted for cash. With no wallet, I was forced to put the cash in one of the plastic shopping bags. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I unloaded all of the groceries and heard all of the loose change hit the huge gravel chunks covering the ground (formerly the dirt pile). The change disappeared. There was a gaping hole in the one shopping bag. I was extremely perturbed. That's one of the reasons why I prefer not to carry cash.
I decided to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I missed the Route 23 bus by a few minutes, obviously because I was behind schedule. My tablet computer joined me for the journey. Its sole purpose is to compose the "blog." That's the very same "blog" with zero readership. Well, I take that back. There has been a miraculous return of a small handful of readers!
Last night, I opened and closed a Zoho account. I had uploaded my two important spreadsheets. Then, I tried to simply view them on the tablet computer' browser. What a joke! The virtual keyboard kept popping up. The spreadsheet was all over the place. I already knew that editing would be a nightmare. However, inability to simply view the spreadsheet rendered Zoho useless for me. So much for the "cloud."
I should mention that I managed to peruse the spreadsheet "app" on the world's best selling tablet computer. It's actually quite usable. Columns can be resized. I was not able to ascertain whether there was a "copy & paste" feature, but I would guess that it's there. I am really quite perturbed about the lack of such basic functionality in my tablet computer's spreadsheet "app," although I have yet to test its ability to display spreadsheets properly. Perhaps I should just do away with spreadsheets and do everything by hand on paper. Maybe it's time for me to divest myself of computers entirely. Sheesh!
The day become quite chaotic when I went grocery shopping in the late afternoon after my workout at the gym. Safeway® in Kuapa Kai was completely packed. Inventory was running low, but I managed to scrape together enough food to last through the weekend. While I was waiting at the traffic light at the exit, I perused the receipt. I was overcharged for one of the items. So, I had to circle around and drive back into the parking lot. I attempted to have the difference credited back to my credit card, but the only manager capable of making the approval was backlogged. I reluctantly opted for cash. With no wallet, I was forced to put the cash in one of the plastic shopping bags. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I unloaded all of the groceries and heard all of the loose change hit the huge gravel chunks covering the ground (formerly the dirt pile). The change disappeared. There was a gaping hole in the one shopping bag. I was extremely perturbed. That's one of the reasons why I prefer not to carry cash.
I decided to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I missed the Route 23 bus by a few minutes, obviously because I was behind schedule. My tablet computer joined me for the journey. Its sole purpose is to compose the "blog." That's the very same "blog" with zero readership. Well, I take that back. There has been a miraculous return of a small handful of readers!
Last night, I opened and closed a Zoho account. I had uploaded my two important spreadsheets. Then, I tried to simply view them on the tablet computer' browser. What a joke! The virtual keyboard kept popping up. The spreadsheet was all over the place. I already knew that editing would be a nightmare. However, inability to simply view the spreadsheet rendered Zoho useless for me. So much for the "cloud."
I should mention that I managed to peruse the spreadsheet "app" on the world's best selling tablet computer. It's actually quite usable. Columns can be resized. I was not able to ascertain whether there was a "copy & paste" feature, but I would guess that it's there. I am really quite perturbed about the lack of such basic functionality in my tablet computer's spreadsheet "app," although I have yet to test its ability to display spreadsheets properly. Perhaps I should just do away with spreadsheets and do everything by hand on paper. Maybe it's time for me to divest myself of computers entirely. Sheesh!
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Cloud Nine
Same ol' shit. Zero readership continues. Nada to report. I am now seriously contemplating the reduction of postings to the "blog." No decision yet.
I am also back to reducing my Net presence. I am closing any unnecessary on-line accounts. A few accounts cannot be terminated, so I am changing all personal information, assigning new arbitrary passwords, and abandoning the accounts.
Typical "Cloud Nine" Hottie
Foolishly, though, I am thinking of opening an on-line account at Zoho and moving my two important spreadsheets to the "cloud." I can then edit and store them, yet have both accessible from anywhere. I have also determined that the browsers on tablet computers will not be able to perform simple functions such as resizing columns until there is some way to place a cursor on the column border. While the task sounds simple, it may not be possible on a touchscreen. Actually, the problem also exists for a standalone spreadsheet "app." I have a few ideas for a workaround, though.
I am also back to reducing my Net presence. I am closing any unnecessary on-line accounts. A few accounts cannot be terminated, so I am changing all personal information, assigning new arbitrary passwords, and abandoning the accounts.
Wednesday, August 03, 2011
Post No. 1,921
Nada to report. A couple of tidbits, though. I briefly chatted with my "homeless" buddy at my daytime safe haven (read: inner courtyard at the library). At the bus stop, I chatted with a guy who calls himself "Uncle Buck." I've seen him around before. He admitted to being an alcoholic while he dropped back some kind of booze hidden with a paper bag. While I chatted with him, a bird took a dump (read: defecated) on my shoulder. "Uncle Buck" is 60 years old, owns a condo, and has a babe whom he's really proud of.
Well, I have been perusing a few benign commentaries about the recent kabuki theatrics over the empire's "debt ceiling." I am guessing that Social Security and Medicare will either cease to exist in five years or won't resemble their present form in any way. Lot of pain and suffering ahead. Currently, I am still sticking with my dire predictions posted in the "blog" of September 28th of last year.
Once again, I refrained from a nightly excursion to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. After all, the "blog" is down to zero readership. Zero. Zilch. Pathetic. Pathos. Oh well. Rather than waste valuable time repeating myself in the "blog," I'll just resort to downloading myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips. Yowza!
Well, I have been perusing a few benign commentaries about the recent kabuki theatrics over the empire's "debt ceiling." I am guessing that Social Security and Medicare will either cease to exist in five years or won't resemble their present form in any way. Lot of pain and suffering ahead. Currently, I am still sticking with my dire predictions posted in the "blog" of September 28th of last year.
Once again, I refrained from a nightly excursion to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. After all, the "blog" is down to zero readership. Zero. Zilch. Pathetic. Pathos. Oh well. Rather than waste valuable time repeating myself in the "blog," I'll just resort to downloading myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips. Yowza!
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
Rubbery Rubbish
Last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I decided to perform the annual battery charging ritual for my cheap Nokia® cell phone. I don't ever use it, so it remains stored away. After I removed the cell phone from the plastic sandwich bag (used for storage), I noticed that certain portions of its plastic case were very sticky. I recalled that the case once had a rubbery feel, no doubt fabricated from synthetic rubber. Foolishly, I attempted to clean off the residue. Later, I noticed that the skin on my fingers were sensitive. I am pretty certain that the decomposing synthetic rubber was dissipating toxic chemicals. I thought of discarding the cheap cell phone. However, it still functions perfectly. I won't be storing it away anymore, though. Instead, I'll just leave it lying around and wrapped in a paper towel. Later, to my horror, I realized that the entire rear casing of my BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer has a thick coating of synthetic rubber. How long before it turns into a gooey mess? One year? Two years?
So, is the "blog" really down to zero readership already? Say it ain't so! Well, there was no sense in wasting time and money to make the evening trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I may as well sit in my squalid room at Slob Manor all evening with my failing netbook computer. I am having trouble with the netbook's wireless radio. I'm pretty much done with Linux and fooling around with the latter in trying to make it function properly. I should also mention that the Waterpik® oral irrigation device is ready to give out as well. The battery is only holding a charge for three applications. I am pleasantly surprised that it has lasted far longer (i.e., over a year) than what I read in various consumer reviews. I am at point now, however, that I will not be replacing any of my useless crap unless it is absolutely necessary. But, what will I do with the "blog"?
So, is the "blog" really down to zero readership already? Say it ain't so! Well, there was no sense in wasting time and money to make the evening trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I may as well sit in my squalid room at Slob Manor all evening with my failing netbook computer. I am having trouble with the netbook's wireless radio. I'm pretty much done with Linux and fooling around with the latter in trying to make it function properly. I should also mention that the Waterpik® oral irrigation device is ready to give out as well. The battery is only holding a charge for three applications. I am pleasantly surprised that it has lasted far longer (i.e., over a year) than what I read in various consumer reviews. I am at point now, however, that I will not be replacing any of my useless crap unless it is absolutely necessary. But, what will I do with the "blog"?
Monday, August 01, 2011
Stupid Human Tricks
After I returned from the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala to the despicable Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had an interesting discussion with Kyle. He spent a few days off-island, only to come back and literally step into a toilet bowl (i.e., puddle of urine in front of his squalid room).
Apparently, Joker's newest mangy mutt has been urinating everywhere in the first floor living room and dining room. Kyle said that he witnessed the event many times. He confronted Joker about the problem. Joker found the whole thing amusing, not even bothering to clean the mess. At one point, Joker blamed Alan. The fool claimed that Alan had been petting the rodent-like dog too often, which caused the varmint to become "excited" and urinate. Kyle eventually became frustrated and notified the landlord. Kyle even pointed out the locations of the urine residue.
Joker
Oddly, I had spotted a small puddle on the tile floor in the living room the other day. I was on my way out, so I paid no more attention to it. Obviously, it was piss (read: urine). Sadly, neither Kyle or I believe that the landlord will do anything about the problem. Joker is paying $1,500 or more per month to rent the entire second floor. So, he has some "clout," I suppose.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sixteen-year-old nephew has a "girlfriend" now. Actually, they have been together for about a year now. I actually briefly met her after moms and I returned from our usual shopping excursion. From what I am to understand, though, the girl apparently spends a lot of time at the house, usually sleepovers. Often, the girl's parents drop her off. My bro and sister-in-law are apparently much more lenient than I had thought. Moms, of course, is displeased. Fornication is the work of the "devil," and moms probably believes that there will be a price to pay since it is happening in her presence. I don't believe that either my bro or sister-in-law knows the girl's parents. I am, however, very suspicious. Why would her parents encourage intimate relations for their daughter? I am wondering whether the girl's parents hope that their daughter gets pregnant. Then, the daughter (and child) will move in with my bro's family. I am pretty certain that my bro has no plans to increase the number of mouths to feed in his household. I can also say with utmost certainty that he will lose it if the latter event were to transpire. And, when I say, "lose it," I am understating his reaction.
I don't know why but I found myself back at the den of consumerism in Kahala this evening. Composing the "blog" on my tablet computer with an expensive cup of decaffeinated coffee at my side makes no sense for a readership of one. I am at a loss concerning how I will handle the situation. For the time being, I am only anticipating the viewing of the final unseen episode of "Firefly" on Hulu® when I eventually return to the dump. I am happy to view the episode, although I will be overcome with grief once it's over. All I will have left is the final movie, "Serenity," of which I have no idea when or how I will view it. I will admit that I am still upset that the series never even completed an entire season. Perhaps, I could sit and view all 450 hurdy-gurdy video clips that I have downloaded. Would that be a good substitution?
Apparently, Joker's newest mangy mutt has been urinating everywhere in the first floor living room and dining room. Kyle said that he witnessed the event many times. He confronted Joker about the problem. Joker found the whole thing amusing, not even bothering to clean the mess. At one point, Joker blamed Alan. The fool claimed that Alan had been petting the rodent-like dog too often, which caused the varmint to become "excited" and urinate. Kyle eventually became frustrated and notified the landlord. Kyle even pointed out the locations of the urine residue.
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sixteen-year-old nephew has a "girlfriend" now. Actually, they have been together for about a year now. I actually briefly met her after moms and I returned from our usual shopping excursion. From what I am to understand, though, the girl apparently spends a lot of time at the house, usually sleepovers. Often, the girl's parents drop her off. My bro and sister-in-law are apparently much more lenient than I had thought. Moms, of course, is displeased. Fornication is the work of the "devil," and moms probably believes that there will be a price to pay since it is happening in her presence. I don't believe that either my bro or sister-in-law knows the girl's parents. I am, however, very suspicious. Why would her parents encourage intimate relations for their daughter? I am wondering whether the girl's parents hope that their daughter gets pregnant. Then, the daughter (and child) will move in with my bro's family. I am pretty certain that my bro has no plans to increase the number of mouths to feed in his household. I can also say with utmost certainty that he will lose it if the latter event were to transpire. And, when I say, "lose it," I am understating his reaction.
I don't know why but I found myself back at the den of consumerism in Kahala this evening. Composing the "blog" on my tablet computer with an expensive cup of decaffeinated coffee at my side makes no sense for a readership of one. I am at a loss concerning how I will handle the situation. For the time being, I am only anticipating the viewing of the final unseen episode of "Firefly" on Hulu® when I eventually return to the dump. I am happy to view the episode, although I will be overcome with grief once it's over. All I will have left is the final movie, "Serenity," of which I have no idea when or how I will view it. I will admit that I am still upset that the series never even completed an entire season. Perhaps, I could sit and view all 450 hurdy-gurdy video clips that I have downloaded. Would that be a good substitution?
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