Post No. 1,959

Same ol' shit. Nada to report. No outing this evening, which was a good decision. There was a sudden downpour at 8pm. I happened to chat with Kyle at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this evening. He was rudely awakened by Joker at 2:20am this morning. Joker was apparently stomping around and also allegedly washing his rodent-like dogs, if you can believe it. I was awakened, too, but I thought the fool was piddling around with his computer. As I've stated previously, Joker is mentally ill.

I am definitely going to continue to shop for groceries in the evening, most likely when I am on my way back from the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I was able to procure a couple of hot meals for $3 each and a slice of apple pie for $1 at Foodland Farms. After 8pm, a lot of the items are reduced in price for quick sale. Of course, the homeless and the destitute still eat far better than I.

Speaking of the homeless, I was observing them at the Chinatown Gateway Park (actually Dr. Sun Yet Sen Park) while I was waiting for the bus. A lot of them congregate there in the afternoon when the food line opens. I'm really not sure if any of them realize that their life-style will be permanent. Few, if any, will ever rise up out of destitution. And, more and more peons will be joining their ranks over time. Truly sad.

Bogus Evolution

Last night, I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. No beverages. The café has been completely packed all week. I stopped off at Foodland Farms in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. I was able to procure a delicious slice of cake for one dollar. Instead of riding the bus, I walked back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). With the on-going heatwave, the walk turned out to be very enjoyable.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I ended up at the den of consumerism in Kahala again this evening. I was finally able to enjoy a fine decaffeinated beverage in the café. Later, I stopped off at the Aina Haina Shopping Center to shop for groceries.

For no particular reason, I was having much difficulty in even mildly accepting the theory of evolution. First, we must accept that spontaneous generation was responsible for the first, albeit crude, lifeform. The first lifeform was most likely an androgynous single cell. Statistically speaking, the probability of such a cell emerging from some kind of amino acid "soup" would be nearly negligible. Yet, even if such a cell did miraculously appear, it couldnot have survived for very long. And, it couldnot reproduce. Thus, many more cells would have had to spontaneously generate over a short period of time in order to "evolve," a statistical impossibility. In addition, the new spontaneously generated cells would have to possess some kind of genetic antecedent to eventually innovate a system of reproduction. How would that be possible if the cells ancestors had disappearedwithout being able to pass genetic information?

The theory becomes even more muddled when explanations are offered about how a single cell could, over only a period of a few million years, develop into higher level lifeforms. That's why science, or pseudoscience, has become a religion. We are constantly asked to have faith and to believe. I cannot buy into that crap.

I have also been perusing a few titles in the science section of Barnes & Noble®, specifically about the brain and consciousness. Frankly, I am observing the same phenomenon: steps in evolution make incredibly complex leaps with no apparent guidance or credible reason (e.g., eyes "evolve" even though the organism has no idea about what it can't see or even what vision itself entails). Makes no sense.

On a side note, my netbook is functioning properly again. There's no computer virus or rootkit since I am using Linux. I am still waiting for the day that my tablet computer can take over as the primary. When is a real spreadsheet "app" going to be made available?

Who Are You?

I've grown both weary and disillusioned with each passing day, even though my days are ... you guessed it ... same ol' shit. I don't want to compose the "blog" anymore, but I will soldier onward. Typing on the tablet computer is even less of an incentive to continue. To make matters worse, my netbook computer has been giving me grief as of yesterday. There's something terribly wrong with the video display. The culprit is software-related, most likely Kubuntu itself. I may need to overwrite it with the new version. What a waste of time!

At the library, I have been reading the book, "Future Babble: Why Expert Predictions Fail - And Why We Believe Them Anyway," by Dan Gardner, more or less a long treatise covering what journalist and author Matt Taibbi refers to as "reality shopping." For the moment, though, what sparked my interest was Gardner's references to certain psychological studies that focused on human thought processes.

Long story short, I have become disillusioned with the human mind with respect to the flawed concept of "free will." I am no longer certain whether any of us are really who we are. I don't really know whether our personalities, temperaments, and preferences are really under our control. Rather, I suspect that the core of our being is a culmination of traits genetically passed down to us. I am not saying that we are entirely devoid of "free will." Whatever control that we possess is severely limited. Shocking, isn't it?

Certainly, the one unique trait that we humans have is self-awareness or consciousness. I am completely baffled by it. Yet, I do know that self-awareness is a function of the brain. If the brain is severely damaged, it may lose self-awareness completely. Oddly, the brain can be damaged beyond repair entirely through psychological trauma. A person could inadvertently "will" brain damage (i.e., lose one's mind). What are we to make of that?

Of course, if I had any "willpower" at all, I would mummify my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). However, I have been genetically programmed to be a guy. I am compelled to do da wild thing with babes. I have little or no "free will" to change that. If specific gender traits have been passed through genes and augmented by hormones, then much more of our persona could likewise be passed genetically. So, who am I? Who are you?

With that said, I find that I have little time or patience to deal with the stupid human tricks perpetrated by mental midgets. They have been genetically programmed to be mental midgets. Nothing can save them from their destiny. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Reconnected

Last night, I stopped off for an ice cream treat at the Aina Haina Shopping Center. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had a brief chat with Kyle about the situation with the alleged Net disconnect. Nothing new was revealed, although we both concurred that Joker is mentally ill.

As I was leaving this morning at 7:45am, I happened to see the landlord chatting with Alan outside. I could not avoid them. The landlord called me over. The topic was the Net disconnection of the past few days. Apparently, the landlord (with Alan's assistance) was the one to pull the plug on the Net. Both the cable modem and wireless router were removed from Joker's lair. A technician from the cable company would be relocating the equipment to the makeshift storage room behind Kyle's squalid room, we were told.

The landlord wanted to show us the new location. So, Alan and I followed along. Long story short, there was a cable outlet available in the storage room. I set up the cable modem, replaced the old wireless router with the new one purchased by the landlord, then set up both Alan's and the landlord's computer. The technician arrived a few minutes after I had completed the job.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala even though the Net is up and running just fine at Slob Manor. The stupid human tricks are starting up again because Joker, as mentally ill as he is, believes that I am the instigator who caused him to lose his direct LAN connection to the Net. No one can reason with a mental midget.

The landlord had also mentioned that Joker refused to switch to the two-bedroom unit at the rear of the Slob Manor complex, even though he has complained about the heat on the second floor. The other unit is much cooler. In addition, there is a small yard, perfect for his two rodent-like mutts. Then, in another breath, the landlord stated that Joker has only paid half of the month's rent.

The totally ludicrous and senseless events of the past fews days are clearly an indication of how people foolishly waste their lives away, no less a greater sign of the decline of "civilization." I did my best to stay out of the fray, but stupidity always rules. I am almost too ashamed to admit that I must escape to a shopping mall. Jumping from the frying pan into the fire, you say?

Attempting to enjoy the nanosecond timeslice of my paltry existence has been met by many obstacles, mostly incredibly moronic dolts. I need to focus on that timeslice and that timeslice alone, devoid of the imbecilic distractions of baboons masquerading as humans. They may think that I am amused by their "banana in my pants" tricks, but I'm not.

I made another stopover at the Aina Haina Shopping Center this evening. Ice cream treat? Of course. I already ate some ice cream with moms earlier. Who can resist more ice cream, though? Certainly not the ol' lavahead.

Disconnected (Again)

Same ol' shit, sort of. Ran into my "homeless" buddy. Usual itinerary accomplished, which doesn't mean much. On my return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed an empty box sitting on the dining room table that apparently contained a new cable modem. On a whim, I tried to access the Net. Apparently, there's a new wireless router, too, as the router's name is now "SETUP" (probably the out-of-box default). Nothing worked, of course.

I seriously doubt that the landlord was involved in the latest nonsense. Kyle arrived a few minutes later. He told me that Joker was trying to persuade the landlord to buy a new cable modem and wireless router. The faggot probably took matters into his own slimy hands. He purchased new, albeit cheap, replacement equipment, plugged everything together, and left it at that. In any case, the crusty fudgepacker was nowhere to be found. The idiot probably doesn't understand that the new cable modem has to be registered with the cable service provider because the MAC address is different. In addition, the wireless router must be initially set up, or it won't do much more than a common doorstop. I am not sure about what possessed Joker to undertake a task that is clearly beyond his limited competence. He should stick to fudgepackin', an area that he is most likely an expert.

Well, I had not planned on making the trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening, but I had no other choice. As I said before, thank goodness for my tablet computer. At the least I was able to compose the "blog" and check e-mail.

I should thank Urban Coyote for his recent correspondence. No telling when I will get around to responding. I also heard from my homey Rod in Cali. He and Hortense have been married in a small private service. I was shocked to hear that both of them had recent bouts (i.e., within the last year) with cancer.

Well, I do not know when Net access at the dump will be re-established. I have washed my hands of the whole affair. This is what I meant when I stated that I am inundated with mass stupidity. I am constantly under siege by mental midgets. Little wonder why nothing gets done. Sheesh!

Slave Labor Day 2011

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) last night, I attempted to finish composing the "blog." At about 8:30pm, the Net allegedly went down. The wireless router was still functioning, though. In actuality, my guess is that Joker disconnected the cable modem from the wireless router. If so, the faggot is definitely mentally ill. In fact, I could hear Joker rummaging around upstairs where his computer, modem, and router are located just before the suspicious "disconnect."

So, I was on my way to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala at 8am this morning. Over a big-ass cup of coffee, I completed the "blog" of yesterday to reflect the accuracy of the moment. Thank goodness that I have my trusty tablet computer. Otherwise, same ol' holiday shit.

When I returned to Slob Manor at 3pm, I was told by Alan that the Net was down. I simply told him that someone needs to reset the wireless modem. However, no one seems to want to enter Joker's lair or even interact with him. I left it at that.

At about 4:30pm, I heard Joker rummaging around by his computer upstairs. On a lark, I decided to check if the Net was miraculously restored. Sure enough. I was all prepared to return to the den of consumerism in Kahala later in the evening as a contingency. Anyway, I won't be sharing my knowledge of the mysterious Net disconnect. No one needs to know. If I simply ignore Joker, then he may stop playing his little fudgepacker games. Mentally ill? Is the sky blue (in the daytime without clouds)?

Well, I have been thinking lately about the strangeness of the universe and the equally strange appearance of life on earth. Yeah, I know, I may as well be thinking about the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine yesterday. I digress. My existential musings were convoluted. However, my thoughts converged on the chilling realization that I have had only a few short years to be a cognizant participant in the grand scheme. Yet, my understanding of the latter is regretfully abridged.

Of course, Slave Labor Day is not conducive to metaphysical or cosmological thought. Rather, the day is mostly devoted to mundane nonsense. I have no reason to celebrate the holiday as I am an emancipated wage slave. However, the moneychangers and powers-that-be continue to drain me of my life savings in order to bring me to my knees and worship their dungy idols. Woe is me!

Knowing what little knowledge that we possess, we humans are still not able to remove ourselves from ridiculous petty acts. For some reason, we must always revert to the longings of the "inner animal" no matter how dire our collective situation. How stupid is that?

Perhaps the drive of the "inner animal" is just too difficult to overcome. All life on earth will cease to exist when the sun goes red star anyway. We may as well live as destructively as possible. Perhaps it's better if we destroy ourselves first than go through the terror of a red star engulfment. At the least, the rank-and-file peons would be emancipated from slavery.

Disconnected

Aside from a brief perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym, the highlight of my day was an ice cream treat during my stopover at Ala Moana Center this afternoon. Unfortunately, the Route 23 bus was 40 minutes late. Snaking through Waikiki traffic caused another delay of 20 minutes. Was I in a hurry to return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing)? Not really.

Once back at the dump, I was able to eat an early dinner, perform the dreaded laundry chores, and wash my truck before departing for the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I almost had to cancel the outing because of more bus scheduling problems, though. No beverages. Same ol' shit.

Well, I was thin[Disconnected]

General Dullness IX

Absolutely no sleep was to be had again last night. A chocolate muffin may be the culprit. Whassup wi' dat? Groggy as I was, I still drove my truck to Ala Moana Center this morning as planned. With the library closed for the weekend and holiday, there was no other option. Otherwise, same itinerary. Same ol' shit.

The highlight (term used loosely) of the day was when I was privy to listen to a derelict ranting to me about the ills of society while he dropped back a bottle of cheap booze hidden by a paper bag. I had just returned to Ala Moana Center from town and was sitting in my usual Sunday afternoon spot facing the parking lot. Why are all the derelicts chatting with the ol' lavahead these days?

No outing this evening. I'm just to fatigued. Anyway, I couldn't fathom the thought of spending more time in a shopping mall. Oh, the horror! Perhaps I will spend the evening locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and sorting out my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Sheesh!

Post No. 1,951

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. An enjoyable day with moms. One of my sister-in-laws's siblings passed on yesterday. She was 77 years of age. Apparently, two other siblings (out of thirteen) are also in poor health. Once again, mortality rears its ugly head.

I was running late all afternoon. Shopping for groceries just added to the nightmare. I wanted to step out to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening for lack of alternatives. However, I missed the intended bus because I had to take an emergency dump (read: defecate) at the last minute. I have noticed that, as a senior citizen, I must take two to three dumps per day, on average, to maintain "regularity." Very annoying. I finally arrived in Kahala at 7:15pm. A decaffeinated beverage was in order. Yeah, the frivolous expenses are adding up quickly.

There really are no other thoughts for the day. Perhaps my fragile mental state is becoming even more fragile. I don't know. Heck, even my favorite hobby, downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips, has come to a near stop. All I know is that I am very fatigued. I am inundated with mass stupidity. And, my patience is wearing thin. Very thin.

Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained

SOS. Details are unnecessary. I managed to make the trek to the den of consumerism (read: rental housing) this evening. A decaffeinated beverage was in order. Meaningless, you say? I know all too well.

Well, I have trying real hard to live just within the nanosecond timeslice of the present. A difficult task indeed, since we have been indoctrinated to always think about the future. So, most of our energy is devoted to planning ahead days, weeks, months, years, decades in the future. Yet, what certainty does the future provide us? If history is any indication, the rank-and-file peons will be "taken to the cleaners" time and time again. All that planning will have only been a waste of time.

As a senior citizen, I already know what's in store for me. I see the future right before my very eyes every day. I've already discussed how I keenly observe other senior citizens, especially those of whom are advanced in age. Not a pretty site. And, I'm not privy to observe the ones who are invalids. For me, that's only a handful of years away. Thus, planning for the future is even more ludicrous.

That's essentially why I am done with any more research. Personal pursuits of any kind are also very limited. What is the sense? I don't really require much to prevent insanity. After all, I should have gone insane a long time ago given my pathetic life-style. The key to my resilient survival, of course, has been the "disconnect." Has the "disconnect" saved me? I don't know. You be the judge.

I really haven't been able to effectively live within the nanosecond timeslice. I am constantly being distracted by the myriad mental midgets around me. In addition, life in the empire is so convoluted that there is no way to obtain focus. Actually, that's the crux of the lamentations in the "blog." But, I digress. All that to say, nothing ventured, nothing gained. Nothing lost either. Just the way I like it.