Well, what can I say? The day commenced with a long two-hour journey to town. Buses were nowhere to be seen, so I spent most of that time standing around (like a moron) at various bus stops. Turns out, the security gauntlet for the ridiculous APEC summit resulted in a temporary police state. Traffic detours caused all kinds of bottlenecks around the island. And, most of the buses were caught up in traffic.
At the library, I ran into the "homeless" buddy again. He said that the excursion from Mano'a to Chinatown and the library took all of three hours. We both lamented about the extreme waste of time. There were a lot of the homeless at the library this morning, by the way.
During the bus ride back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I observed an endless line of tents along the sidewalk for the entire length of Honolulu Stadium Park in Mo'ili'ili. The homeless, who usually pitch tents and camp on the park's grounds, were displaying their defiance to the local powers-that-be. There were also few large condescending cardboard signs about APEC. I giggled my ass off. I am firmly on the side of the homeless. If only the real revolution was coming, I thought.
Even with the intermittent rain and gusty winds, I found myself back at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I neglected to mention that the Asian hottie who works at the library was in the bookstore last night. Baby was looking mighty fine. I also saw baby shopping for groceries in Aina Haina one night a few weeks ago. She also rides the bus to work, as I have seen her board near Aina Haina. Yeah, I know. Babes everywhere.
Otherwise, same ol' shit. No progress with the exodus. Still downloading mucho hurdy-gurdy video clips. Vienna Sausage still not in the mood. No new divestitures. Still kickin' the can.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Wednesday, November 09, 2011
Lamp-Baked Life X
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, stepped up to compensate for another holiday. Nada to report anyway. Moms had a doctor's appointment in Kuapa Kai, so that occupied the time for most of the morning. Otherwise, we followed the usual routine.
I am still spending the early evening at the bookstore in the den of consumerism in (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I have not stopped off in Aina Haina to shop for groceries since last Friday. Instead, I have been returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) about an hour earlier. I was getting into the habit of purchasing extremely fattening cakes and pies for dessert. How could I resist the reduced price of $1 for each item? Needless to say, the desserts weren't doing me any good, what with my high cholesterol problem and all. Sheesh!
Lots of nonsense transpiring in both the so-called "mainstream" and alternative news. I am tempted to comment, but I have already vowed not to do so. After all, I pretty much covered everything in my "Core" discussions a couple of weeks ago in the "blog." I may have other "Core" discussions to include as issues come up. However, avoiding redundancy is high priority.
Lots of nonsense occurring in the world of computers as well. I am becoming quite sick of computers, by the way. One of the netbook operating systems (i.e., Meego®) that I ran as a trial for a while has been mummified and consolidated into yet another project. A certain mobile version of a popular Web browser plug-in (i.e., Adobe® Flash) is being abandoned, which may affect my tablet computer. On and on. Way too stupid. My only need for a computer is the downloading of massive amounts of hurdy-gurdy video clips. And, that's even when the Vienna Sausage is not in the mood. Pathetic, very pathetic.
I am still spending the early evening at the bookstore in the den of consumerism in (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I have not stopped off in Aina Haina to shop for groceries since last Friday. Instead, I have been returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) about an hour earlier. I was getting into the habit of purchasing extremely fattening cakes and pies for dessert. How could I resist the reduced price of $1 for each item? Needless to say, the desserts weren't doing me any good, what with my high cholesterol problem and all. Sheesh!
Lots of nonsense transpiring in both the so-called "mainstream" and alternative news. I am tempted to comment, but I have already vowed not to do so. After all, I pretty much covered everything in my "Core" discussions a couple of weeks ago in the "blog." I may have other "Core" discussions to include as issues come up. However, avoiding redundancy is high priority.
Lots of nonsense occurring in the world of computers as well. I am becoming quite sick of computers, by the way. One of the netbook operating systems (i.e., Meego®) that I ran as a trial for a while has been mummified and consolidated into yet another project. A certain mobile version of a popular Web browser plug-in (i.e., Adobe® Flash) is being abandoned, which may affect my tablet computer. On and on. Way too stupid. My only need for a computer is the downloading of massive amounts of hurdy-gurdy video clips. And, that's even when the Vienna Sausage is not in the mood. Pathetic, very pathetic.
Tuesday, November 08, 2011
Uncertainty
A few years ago, I caught sight of a guy on the bus who looked just like Alan from back in Convalescent City in Cali. Actually, I saw him on several occasions, but I did not attempt to make contact. I thought that I mentioned the incidents in "blog," but I can find no trace of the event in the endless babble. I know for a fact that I was residing in the detestable "condotel" unit in Waikiki at the time. Turns out, the same guy boarded the bus that I was on this morning as it passed through Waikiki. He sat on an adjacent seat. He remembered my name and queried if I was who he thought I was. Sure enough, that was Alan. He divorced from his wife about eight years ago and moved to Hawai'i. Alan is originally from Convalescent City. He served time in the military and was stationed at Schofield Barracks. So, he apparently enjoyed the islands enough to move here. He also mentioned that Jill, an old partner in crime, was back in Convalescent City.
I met Alan And his ex-wife over 25 years ago. He was the head coach for the private Convalescent City swim club. I used to swim with the team before our age group formed its own club. Eventually, I became an assistant coach as well. Jill was also an assistant coach. And, both Jill and I worked as pool maintenance workers for a while. Lots of crazy stories and misadventures, far too much for the "blog." Definitely, though, we were partners in crime. Petty crime. Jill eventually joined the military. I assume that she's retired now.
In retrospect, I wasn't certain whether the guy that I had spotted was indeed Alan. He was always out and about by himself. I never thought that Alan and Barbara would divorce. And, why would Alan be in the islands over 25 years later? So, I dismissed the sighting as someone who looked like Alan. Uncertainty. Strange things.
At the library, I ran into my "homeless" buddy. His passport apparently expired, so he has not been able to secure tickets for his getaway to Singapore and Malaysia.
Well, I have been reading another cosmology book, although I am not certain whether I will complete it. The book is incredibly interesting. However, there is a "dark side" to such knowledge. The universe is a beautiful work of art, but is also a cold and deeply impersonal void. I cannot blame people for desperately holding on to the various religious myths and legends about the origin of the universe and life itself. At one time, I so wanted to believe in some kind of cosmic deity, one that would offer humans a chance to gain immortality. There is some comfort in those beliefs, I suppose.
Sadly, my quest for knowledge led to my discovery that we are alone in a finite universe. Yes, the universe has a finite dimension and possibly a finite lifespan of its own. Obviously, there's very little comfort derived from the latter. To say that I have been affected by that discovery would be a severe understatement. That's why everything is at a standstill.
I really don't know. Perhaps I have approached the idea of a strategic plan erroneously. Perhaps I am still too influenced by idiotic "mainstream" thinking, or I continue to subconsciously hold onto various myths and legends. Or, perhaps the knowledge (or uncertainty) is just too overwhelming for my pea-sized brain.
I met Alan And his ex-wife over 25 years ago. He was the head coach for the private Convalescent City swim club. I used to swim with the team before our age group formed its own club. Eventually, I became an assistant coach as well. Jill was also an assistant coach. And, both Jill and I worked as pool maintenance workers for a while. Lots of crazy stories and misadventures, far too much for the "blog." Definitely, though, we were partners in crime. Petty crime. Jill eventually joined the military. I assume that she's retired now.
In retrospect, I wasn't certain whether the guy that I had spotted was indeed Alan. He was always out and about by himself. I never thought that Alan and Barbara would divorce. And, why would Alan be in the islands over 25 years later? So, I dismissed the sighting as someone who looked like Alan. Uncertainty. Strange things.
At the library, I ran into my "homeless" buddy. His passport apparently expired, so he has not been able to secure tickets for his getaway to Singapore and Malaysia.
Well, I have been reading another cosmology book, although I am not certain whether I will complete it. The book is incredibly interesting. However, there is a "dark side" to such knowledge. The universe is a beautiful work of art, but is also a cold and deeply impersonal void. I cannot blame people for desperately holding on to the various religious myths and legends about the origin of the universe and life itself. At one time, I so wanted to believe in some kind of cosmic deity, one that would offer humans a chance to gain immortality. There is some comfort in those beliefs, I suppose.
Sadly, my quest for knowledge led to my discovery that we are alone in a finite universe. Yes, the universe has a finite dimension and possibly a finite lifespan of its own. Obviously, there's very little comfort derived from the latter. To say that I have been affected by that discovery would be a severe understatement. That's why everything is at a standstill.
I really don't know. Perhaps I have approached the idea of a strategic plan erroneously. Perhaps I am still too influenced by idiotic "mainstream" thinking, or I continue to subconsciously hold onto various myths and legends. Or, perhaps the knowledge (or uncertainty) is just too overwhelming for my pea-sized brain.
Monday, November 07, 2011
Post No. 2,017
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I spent a bit of time in my favorite chair while I waited for moms. I contemplated my non-existent strategic plan. Is that ludicrous, or what?
Last week, moms told me that Uncle T (moms' brother) had called. He said that he just wanted to hear moms' voice. Uncle T is 86 years old. My uncle is probably ruminating about his mortality. Will either my bro or I do the same in the future?
Well, I renewed my prepaid cell phone account for another year, a marginal last minute decision at best. In the meantime, I will be changing my phone number on record to that of my free RingCentral® voicemail. I plan to abandon the prepaid cell phone account next year. A year should be enough time for me to mummify any "need" for a dedicated phone, right?
On a final note, I am becoming a little concerned about the fate of my BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. Since the announcement of the delay of the operating system upgrade for another four months, there has been increasing talk that the entire project may be abandoned with little notice. Even the major on-line bookstores are introducing fairly powerful tablet computers under the guise of branded "eReaders" at half the price or less. Unfortunately, I do not care for any of the other tablet computers on the market. I chose the PlayBook® for a variety of legitimate reasons, security being a priority. Yet, what will I do with a $500 doorstop?
Last week, moms told me that Uncle T (moms' brother) had called. He said that he just wanted to hear moms' voice. Uncle T is 86 years old. My uncle is probably ruminating about his mortality. Will either my bro or I do the same in the future?
Well, I renewed my prepaid cell phone account for another year, a marginal last minute decision at best. In the meantime, I will be changing my phone number on record to that of my free RingCentral® voicemail. I plan to abandon the prepaid cell phone account next year. A year should be enough time for me to mummify any "need" for a dedicated phone, right?
On a final note, I am becoming a little concerned about the fate of my BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. Since the announcement of the delay of the operating system upgrade for another four months, there has been increasing talk that the entire project may be abandoned with little notice. Even the major on-line bookstores are introducing fairly powerful tablet computers under the guise of branded "eReaders" at half the price or less. Unfortunately, I do not care for any of the other tablet computers on the market. I chose the PlayBook® for a variety of legitimate reasons, security being a priority. Yet, what will I do with a $500 doorstop?
Sunday, November 06, 2011
Kickin' the Can Again
Same ol' Sunday shit. Highlight of the day? Extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer. Was baby looking mighty fine? We all know the answer already, don't we?
As fatigued as I was, I found myself at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I really cannot sit in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for an extended period of time even though I have a backlog of tasks. Fortunately, the bookstore's free Net access appeared to be functioning with only a slight lag. No expensive beverages tonight, though.
The tablet computer has become indispensable because of its sheer portability. As I mentioned before, all or most of the "blog" is composed on it. I have become quite proficient at editing without any kind of cursor control. I have also tested a workaround in case there is no Net access. I can compose the "blog" in the minimalist word processing "app," then copy and paste the text later for upload. The solution sounds ridiculously moronic. However, copy and paste functions on tablet computers remains a tedious task, if the feature is even implemented.
Well, the Saturnalia shopping craze has already commenced. Can you believe it? Since I spend much time in dens of consumerism, I was able to witness the nonsense firsthand. If I had to spend the kind of money on Saturnalia that most people (formerly known as satanic gargoyles) do, then I would have been broke and homeless years ago. I am simply dumbfounded.
Obviously, there has been little progress with anything. I renewed the insurance policy for my truck at the last minute. No decision about continuing my current cell phone service. No divestitures have been made. The situation continues on a downhill slide, but I am not compelled to do anything. I'm just kickin' the can.
As fatigued as I was, I found myself at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening. I really cannot sit in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for an extended period of time even though I have a backlog of tasks. Fortunately, the bookstore's free Net access appeared to be functioning with only a slight lag. No expensive beverages tonight, though.
The tablet computer has become indispensable because of its sheer portability. As I mentioned before, all or most of the "blog" is composed on it. I have become quite proficient at editing without any kind of cursor control. I have also tested a workaround in case there is no Net access. I can compose the "blog" in the minimalist word processing "app," then copy and paste the text later for upload. The solution sounds ridiculously moronic. However, copy and paste functions on tablet computers remains a tedious task, if the feature is even implemented.
Well, the Saturnalia shopping craze has already commenced. Can you believe it? Since I spend much time in dens of consumerism, I was able to witness the nonsense firsthand. If I had to spend the kind of money on Saturnalia that most people (formerly known as satanic gargoyles) do, then I would have been broke and homeless years ago. I am simply dumbfounded.
Obviously, there has been little progress with anything. I renewed the insurance policy for my truck at the last minute. No decision about continuing my current cell phone service. No divestitures have been made. The situation continues on a downhill slide, but I am not compelled to do anything. I'm just kickin' the can.
Saturday, November 05, 2011
Memories Revisited
After another day of the same ol' shit (SOS), I found myself at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala this evening for another round of SOS. I was able to secure a spot in the bookstore's café and enjoyed a costly decaffeinated beverage.
I've been ruminating about the past, not for any particular reason. Senior citizens just love to ruminate. I won't go into details. After all, who really cares? Suffice to say, I tried to imagine a few scenarios had I made a set of different decisions at different points in time. What would have happened if I did not move to Cali when I was 17 years old? What would have transpired had I returned to Hawa'i ten or fifteen years earlier? Obviously, I cannot alternative life patterns, so my questions are rhetorical. I suppose that I am wondering if I would have been better off in the long run. I seriously doubt that I would have ended a broken down derelict living in squalor in a dump like Slob Manor (read: rental housing) as I am now.
That's all I need to know. In retrospect, my decision to move away from Hawai' and subsequently return after nearly three decades was a big mistake. I did nothing to improve my lot while I was away. I wasted a tremendous amount of time of my more youthful years. I forfeited any opportunity to earn any income that would have offest my current impoverishment. What really bothers me is the nearly five years of time (between age 30 and 35 years of age) that I did absolutely nothing. Well, I was inebriated most of the time. I even went to team swim practice in a drunken stupor. What a maroon!
The old journal only commenced about 16 years ago. I had maintained an on-and-off written journal prior, but it was of very poor quality. The content? Lamentations about being a true loser, of course. I later destroyed the archives in some contrived event that I called, "The Festival of the Broken Chain," or something equally moronic. I can't remember. Anyway, that was one of my better decisions. Unfortunately, I have very little recollection about the time before the journal. I did manage to include some of the better highlights of the lost years in the journal (whatever I could recollect), for what that's worth.
As you can guess, I have become quite adverse about sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor for any period of time. Let's face it. The dump is too depressing. I am now only there to eat my squalid dinner before departing again and to sleep. I download hurdy-gurdy video clips only because it gives me something to do between 9pm and midnight. I have barely reviewed any of them. The Vienna Sausage is just not in the mood. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
I've been ruminating about the past, not for any particular reason. Senior citizens just love to ruminate. I won't go into details. After all, who really cares? Suffice to say, I tried to imagine a few scenarios had I made a set of different decisions at different points in time. What would have happened if I did not move to Cali when I was 17 years old? What would have transpired had I returned to Hawa'i ten or fifteen years earlier? Obviously, I cannot alternative life patterns, so my questions are rhetorical. I suppose that I am wondering if I would have been better off in the long run. I seriously doubt that I would have ended a broken down derelict living in squalor in a dump like Slob Manor (read: rental housing) as I am now.
That's all I need to know. In retrospect, my decision to move away from Hawai' and subsequently return after nearly three decades was a big mistake. I did nothing to improve my lot while I was away. I wasted a tremendous amount of time of my more youthful years. I forfeited any opportunity to earn any income that would have offest my current impoverishment. What really bothers me is the nearly five years of time (between age 30 and 35 years of age) that I did absolutely nothing. Well, I was inebriated most of the time. I even went to team swim practice in a drunken stupor. What a maroon!
The old journal only commenced about 16 years ago. I had maintained an on-and-off written journal prior, but it was of very poor quality. The content? Lamentations about being a true loser, of course. I later destroyed the archives in some contrived event that I called, "The Festival of the Broken Chain," or something equally moronic. I can't remember. Anyway, that was one of my better decisions. Unfortunately, I have very little recollection about the time before the journal. I did manage to include some of the better highlights of the lost years in the journal (whatever I could recollect), for what that's worth.
As you can guess, I have become quite adverse about sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor for any period of time. Let's face it. The dump is too depressing. I am now only there to eat my squalid dinner before departing again and to sleep. I download hurdy-gurdy video clips only because it gives me something to do between 9pm and midnight. I have barely reviewed any of them. The Vienna Sausage is just not in the mood. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Friday, November 04, 2011
Kickin' the Can
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Still no conclusive findings that could lead me to the stalking serial vandal. Vengeance is not yet mine. Sheesh!
With only three days left to renew my cell phone account, I remain bewildered. Do I want to waste another $10 to keep the account active for another year? I don't use the actual cell phone itself because, after several years, the account has only accumulated about 200 minutes of "talk time." So, basically, what I effectively have is a local voicemail service.
The ridiculous APEC summit is scheduled to commence on Monday and run all week in Waikiki. Lots of security precautions are in place, wreaking havoc amongst the rank-and-file peons. Sadly, the homeless population is suffering the most. There are on-going sweeps to clear the homeless from the view of the delegates. Thus, the homeless have been forcibly shuttled to various makeshift shelters around the island. I have seen very few of the regulars anywhere.
I am finally coming around to admit that I haven't been myself lately, not that I have been someone else. Well, we all know what I mean. I am dreadfully concerned about my future, especially given the fact that I've forsaken nearly all options. I have mummified all contact with the outside world, putting myself in absolute isolation. I have become an extreme misanthrope, an urban nomad. Don't get me wrong, though. I really enjoy being by myself. I have really never felt more free. Yet, there's a cold, cruel world out there, one that I can no longer confidently face.
I have zero ambition. I care not to chase any elusive dreams. Why am I repeating myself again? It's all in the "blog" already. I am simply biding my time until the next turn of events transpires. I've been making very little preparation for that time. Instead, I have been procrastinating. I need to be extreme mobile when the time comes. I am nowhere near that point. In the end, I will simply be caught by surprise, overwhelmed, and defeated.
With only three days left to renew my cell phone account, I remain bewildered. Do I want to waste another $10 to keep the account active for another year? I don't use the actual cell phone itself because, after several years, the account has only accumulated about 200 minutes of "talk time." So, basically, what I effectively have is a local voicemail service.
The ridiculous APEC summit is scheduled to commence on Monday and run all week in Waikiki. Lots of security precautions are in place, wreaking havoc amongst the rank-and-file peons. Sadly, the homeless population is suffering the most. There are on-going sweeps to clear the homeless from the view of the delegates. Thus, the homeless have been forcibly shuttled to various makeshift shelters around the island. I have seen very few of the regulars anywhere.
I am finally coming around to admit that I haven't been myself lately, not that I have been someone else. Well, we all know what I mean. I am dreadfully concerned about my future, especially given the fact that I've forsaken nearly all options. I have mummified all contact with the outside world, putting myself in absolute isolation. I have become an extreme misanthrope, an urban nomad. Don't get me wrong, though. I really enjoy being by myself. I have really never felt more free. Yet, there's a cold, cruel world out there, one that I can no longer confidently face.
I have zero ambition. I care not to chase any elusive dreams. Why am I repeating myself again? It's all in the "blog" already. I am simply biding my time until the next turn of events transpires. I've been making very little preparation for that time. Instead, I have been procrastinating. I need to be extreme mobile when the time comes. I am nowhere near that point. In the end, I will simply be caught by surprise, overwhelmed, and defeated.
Thursday, November 03, 2011
General Dullness XIV
At the library, I completed reading the book, "When Gadgets Betray Us: The Dark Side of Our Infatuation with New Technologies," by Robert Vamosi. Somewhat of an interesting book. Aside from that, the day can be summarized by three letters: SOS.
The massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) continues to be updated, albeit much slower than before. There is absolutely no purpose in collecting more hurdy-gurdy video clips since ... why am I babbling about the same ol' shit? Actually, I got cut off from the bookstore's mediocre free Net service. The problem seems to be worsening. Yes, I was at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala again this evening despite the heavy rainfall.
Well, I was able to access my cheesy T-Mobile® account with my tablet computer. I should be able to renew my prepaid account for $10 for another year of service. I also discovered that RingCentral® no longer offers free voicemail accounts. I was fortunate to obtain an account many moons ago. Mundane? Yes. That's why I posted that foolish advisory yesterday.
The massive hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) continues to be updated, albeit much slower than before. There is absolutely no purpose in collecting more hurdy-gurdy video clips since ... why am I babbling about the same ol' shit? Actually, I got cut off from the bookstore's mediocre free Net service. The problem seems to be worsening. Yes, I was at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala again this evening despite the heavy rainfall.
Well, I was able to access my cheesy T-Mobile® account with my tablet computer. I should be able to renew my prepaid account for $10 for another year of service. I also discovered that RingCentral® no longer offers free voicemail accounts. I was fortunate to obtain an account many moons ago. Mundane? Yes. That's why I posted that foolish advisory yesterday.
Wednesday, November 02, 2011
Lamp-Baked Life IX
Another ho-hum kind-of-a-day (i.e., same ol' shit). Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Well, I restored my extreme monk haircut. Heck, that's not even close to exciting. If there are any readers left, I am posting an advisory here: no need to check the "blog" for the next few days weeks months ... well, a long time. I have officially run out of material since I have closed all recurring discussions (refer to "Core" posts). I have also abridged the redundancy in both itinerary and agenda. Frankly, there's not much else left.
Incidentally, I no longer endorse or even peruse the unnamed Qatar-based news agency because it was instrumental in promoting the "regime change" in Libya. I cannot even mention the name of the despicable news agency (referral hyperlink also deactivated). The only reliable source of news that remains is the [deleted] site.
Typical Ex Communicado Hottie
I attempted to access my T-Mobile® account on the Net in order to pay for another year of cell phone non-use. However, the site kept logging me out. I was using my netbook at the time. If I am unable to make the payment via my tablet computer, then I will probably mummify the service by default. I will then have to rely upon my free Ring Central® voicemail account (with a San Francisco phone number). In other words, I will be totally ex communicado. Does it really matter?
Incidentally, I no longer endorse or even peruse the unnamed Qatar-based news agency because it was instrumental in promoting the "regime change" in Libya. I cannot even mention the name of the despicable news agency (referral hyperlink also deactivated). The only reliable source of news that remains is the [deleted] site.
Tuesday, November 01, 2011
Post No. 2,011
Finally, a decent night's rest, although I was groggy for most of the day. I'd like to say that there is more to report, but I'd be embellishing the truth. Nothing from nothing equals nothing (read: same ol' shit). Is anyone surprised?
Yesterday, I neglected to mention a few more details that led to my composite profile of the stalking serial vandal. When I parked my truck on that fateful morning, I observed that nearly half of the parking spots were empty. No one was driving through or walking about. Moms and I were only gone for about 40 minutes maximum. When we returned to the truck, I noticed that there were nearly as many available spaces. Hence, the suspect could have parked virtually anywhere. Schools were in session as well, so the suspect was unlikely a random high school hoodlum.
I have been avoiding contact with all Slob Manor (read: rental housing) residents as of late. I am tired of the nonsense. Further involvement will only make me extra-misanthropic. I'm already dealing with too many idiots, meatheads, dickheads, and mental midgets on a daily basis as it is. And, since I am in my "twilight years," I really do not need to tolerate fools of any kind.
Yesterday, I neglected to mention a few more details that led to my composite profile of the stalking serial vandal. When I parked my truck on that fateful morning, I observed that nearly half of the parking spots were empty. No one was driving through or walking about. Moms and I were only gone for about 40 minutes maximum. When we returned to the truck, I noticed that there were nearly as many available spaces. Hence, the suspect could have parked virtually anywhere. Schools were in session as well, so the suspect was unlikely a random high school hoodlum.
I have been avoiding contact with all Slob Manor (read: rental housing) residents as of late. I am tired of the nonsense. Further involvement will only make me extra-misanthropic. I'm already dealing with too many idiots, meatheads, dickheads, and mental midgets on a daily basis as it is. And, since I am in my "twilight years," I really do not need to tolerate fools of any kind.
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