Another day of ... you guessed it ... same ol' shit. Nauseating. Mundane. Rote. Lamp-baked. Don't let the smooth taste fool ya! Say what? I've been in a zombie state for at least a week. The good news? Nothing external really bothers me, not even the myriad fools all around me. I haven't even been remotely tempted to open up Lou's School of Etiquette for matriculation. The bad news? I've opened up a whole new "can of worms." I haphazardly summarized my findings a couple of days ago.
Well, there's not much to add at this point in time. I have been trying to revamp the exodus so that the latter makes some kind of sense. The funny part is that I really don't want to change my life-style. I am an outcast, a pariah. I cannot return to the so-called "mainstream." Alas, perhaps I am over-analyzing and over-reacting. After all, there's no real meaning or purpose in life itself. We just live it out as best as we can.
I suppose that I need to find new distractions, ones that can comfortably fit within my limited budget. Distractions are really all that we have. Otherwise, we would be entirely fixated on our mortality alone. That's the curse of consciousness. Distractions ... what can I do aside from working out at the gym, hanging out at the library with the homeless, and (sometimes) downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips?
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
Post No. 2,140
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was a little groggy because of lack of sleep. Slob Manor (read: rental housing) resident, Alan, was up all night. Every hour or so, he made a lot of noise in the kitchen, most likely in the process of procuring his favorite caffeinated beverage. Of course, I was surprised that Kyle did not confront him about the noise. Well, that would be the same as "the pot calling the kettle black." Sheesh!
Well, the "New iPad®" has been officially announced by Apple®. The highlight is the high definition (HD) "retina" display. As nice as that may sound, an HD display will require HD source material. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer has a pretty nice display, although nowhere near the pixel density of the "New iPad®." However, when I played standard definition (SD) videos on the tablet computer, the results were less than satisfactory. Pixelation and blurring were much more pronounced when compared to the netbook (which has a mediocre HD display). HD videos (i.e., 720p or higher), however, are rendered beautifully on the tablet computer. Thus, the problem that I can foresee with the "retina" display is the cost to subscribe to services that can provide true HD content.
As it stands, I would not choose any other tablet computer. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is perfect, as far as I am concerned. I would recommend it to anyone, especially at the current "fire sale" price of $200 for the base unit. I paid over $500 as an "early adopter." However, with the new "ultra" notebook computers being recently introduced, there may be a better option. The "ultra" notebooks are small, thin, and light. With solid state hard drives, they are rugged. Unfortunately, hard drive capacity is small. And, the "ultra" notebooks are more durable than tablet computers because there is no glass screen to contend with. They also run full desktop operating systems, not "smartphone" hacks. The only drawback right now is the high price (i.e., over $1,000). Oh well.
Well, the "New iPad®" has been officially announced by Apple®. The highlight is the high definition (HD) "retina" display. As nice as that may sound, an HD display will require HD source material. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer has a pretty nice display, although nowhere near the pixel density of the "New iPad®." However, when I played standard definition (SD) videos on the tablet computer, the results were less than satisfactory. Pixelation and blurring were much more pronounced when compared to the netbook (which has a mediocre HD display). HD videos (i.e., 720p or higher), however, are rendered beautifully on the tablet computer. Thus, the problem that I can foresee with the "retina" display is the cost to subscribe to services that can provide true HD content.
As it stands, I would not choose any other tablet computer. The BlackBerry® PlayBook® is perfect, as far as I am concerned. I would recommend it to anyone, especially at the current "fire sale" price of $200 for the base unit. I paid over $500 as an "early adopter." However, with the new "ultra" notebook computers being recently introduced, there may be a better option. The "ultra" notebooks are small, thin, and light. With solid state hard drives, they are rugged. Unfortunately, hard drive capacity is small. And, the "ultra" notebooks are more durable than tablet computers because there is no glass screen to contend with. They also run full desktop operating systems, not "smartphone" hacks. The only drawback right now is the high price (i.e., over $1,000). Oh well.
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Fallacy of Exodus
After about two weeks of steady deliberations, I have concluded that the exodus is an impossible dream. Of course, there really is no place to go and nowhere to hide. And, even if such an isolated locale existed, any relocation to the latter would be ludicrous. Even an exodus of the mind is futile. So, what am I getting at?
We humans are very limited creatures. Our minds are simply not capable of understanding the universe. We can barely comprehend reality. We have no collective meaning or purpose. We are mortal. And, we tend to gloss over the absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28, 2010).
My own search for an escape out of the "system" has been fruitless. There is no escape. Even if I had unlimited funds to execute an exodus, I would most likely end up disappointed. My time in solitude will only be spent in contemplation of my mortality. In essence, there's only so much reality that we humans can tolerate before slipping into insanity (i.e., a rudimentary form of exodus). If the evolutionists are correct, then our only purpose is to survive and possibly procreate.
Everything else is a distraction of one kind or another. We have set up elaborate ruses just for that purpose. Our life-styles, our cultures ... every institution created by humans ... are distractions. Almost the entire span of our lives is filled by distractions because we cannot live on a steady diet of reality. Why?
I cannot overstate the fact that the universe is finite and its time is limited. Even though it is expanding, there will be a point in time when the universe will cool off because the amount of energy within it has dissipated across its increased girth. Eventually absolute zero temperature will be reached. Way before then, our own sun will have turned red star. Our solar system will cease to exist. Most likely, it will end up being sucked into a nebula. The universe is mortal, just like us. That's reality. Everything else is meaningless.
Given that, I have had to rethink my own microcosm of reality, the small window of time that encompasses my lifetime. I have sought to escape by means of the exodus from a world gone mad with stupidity. Yet, my destination was unknown. Even if I had managed to escape, I would only end up facing a stark reality, the one that I just described. Meaningful as that may be, I will have no ability to exercise control over the experience.
My goal, in view of zero readership of the "blog," is to be as terse as possible. Poverty of words has never been a problem for me. However, at this point in time, I already know what I am thinking. There's no need to transcribe my thoughts when no one will read the rote diatribe. So, the "bottom line" is that I have been wrong about the exodus. There is nothing to escape. Foolish as the world of humans may be, the distractions are what keep us sane. Our entire lives are filled with distractions. The more distractions, the better.
The day? Same ol' shit. Very few distractions. I was engulfed with reality. And, that's when I literally started to think. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
We humans are very limited creatures. Our minds are simply not capable of understanding the universe. We can barely comprehend reality. We have no collective meaning or purpose. We are mortal. And, we tend to gloss over the absolute truths (refer to the "blog" of July 28, 2010).
My own search for an escape out of the "system" has been fruitless. There is no escape. Even if I had unlimited funds to execute an exodus, I would most likely end up disappointed. My time in solitude will only be spent in contemplation of my mortality. In essence, there's only so much reality that we humans can tolerate before slipping into insanity (i.e., a rudimentary form of exodus). If the evolutionists are correct, then our only purpose is to survive and possibly procreate.
Everything else is a distraction of one kind or another. We have set up elaborate ruses just for that purpose. Our life-styles, our cultures ... every institution created by humans ... are distractions. Almost the entire span of our lives is filled by distractions because we cannot live on a steady diet of reality. Why?
I cannot overstate the fact that the universe is finite and its time is limited. Even though it is expanding, there will be a point in time when the universe will cool off because the amount of energy within it has dissipated across its increased girth. Eventually absolute zero temperature will be reached. Way before then, our own sun will have turned red star. Our solar system will cease to exist. Most likely, it will end up being sucked into a nebula. The universe is mortal, just like us. That's reality. Everything else is meaningless.
Given that, I have had to rethink my own microcosm of reality, the small window of time that encompasses my lifetime. I have sought to escape by means of the exodus from a world gone mad with stupidity. Yet, my destination was unknown. Even if I had managed to escape, I would only end up facing a stark reality, the one that I just described. Meaningful as that may be, I will have no ability to exercise control over the experience.
My goal, in view of zero readership of the "blog," is to be as terse as possible. Poverty of words has never been a problem for me. However, at this point in time, I already know what I am thinking. There's no need to transcribe my thoughts when no one will read the rote diatribe. So, the "bottom line" is that I have been wrong about the exodus. There is nothing to escape. Foolish as the world of humans may be, the distractions are what keep us sane. Our entire lives are filled with distractions. The more distractions, the better.
The day? Same ol' shit. Very few distractions. I was engulfed with reality. And, that's when I literally started to think. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Wednesday, March 07, 2012
Waiting for Molech
Last night, I viewed the flick, "The 13th Floor," courtesy the Crackle® site on my beloved tablet computer. It was actually pretty good. Of course, I did not get to sleep until midnight as a result.
The day? Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. No rain, thank goodness. The same young guy was on the Route 1L bus this afternoon. Once again, he chatted with me all the way to Aina Haina. The bus was really crowded, and most people do not seem to take a liking to my buddy. In fact, he nearly got into several altercations during the trip. I can see why he runs into problems. He talks fairly loudly, and he discusses topics that probably don't sit well with most people. Today, he filled me in about his stint in Iraq and Afghanistan while serving in the empire's military. If what he says is true, then he's been through a lot of trauma. On the one hand, I can understand why people do not want to hear about killing and maiming. On the other hand, I am somewhat interested in my buddy's experiences because they are firsthand.
Very little else of interest to report. My right shoulder is still on the mend. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips remains at a near-standstill. Personal tasks are still postponed indefinitely. What am I waiting for? The return of Molech?
The day? Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. No rain, thank goodness. The same young guy was on the Route 1L bus this afternoon. Once again, he chatted with me all the way to Aina Haina. The bus was really crowded, and most people do not seem to take a liking to my buddy. In fact, he nearly got into several altercations during the trip. I can see why he runs into problems. He talks fairly loudly, and he discusses topics that probably don't sit well with most people. Today, he filled me in about his stint in Iraq and Afghanistan while serving in the empire's military. If what he says is true, then he's been through a lot of trauma. On the one hand, I can understand why people do not want to hear about killing and maiming. On the other hand, I am somewhat interested in my buddy's experiences because they are firsthand.
Very little else of interest to report. My right shoulder is still on the mend. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips remains at a near-standstill. Personal tasks are still postponed indefinitely. What am I waiting for? The return of Molech?
Tuesday, March 06, 2012
River Runs Shallow
I was rudely awakened at 1am by the sound of a river flowing. I thought that I was dreaming, but there really was a small river flowing right outside my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). The rain commenced right after I arrived yesterday afternoon, and it did not stop. There was thunder and lightning all night long as well. Water breached the outside wall which resulted in a large puddle on the floor. I quickly moved everything to the other side of my squalid room. I also piled anything important on top of the furniture, just in case. Of course, sleep eluded me after that.
This morning, I departed about 30 minutes later than usual because I had to wait for a break in the rain. At least the bus was not crowded. In town, the rain was worse. Fortunately, I made the entire trip without getting wet. I wasn't so fortunate later.
At the library, I perused the book, "Religion in Human Evolution: From the Paleolithic to the Axial Age," by Robert Bellah. The first two chapters (prior to any discussion about religion) are very interesting because Bellah provides a compelling overview of the existential crisis that all humans must face. I may or may not refer to the book again.
When I exited the gym this afternoon, the rain was just starting up again. Before I even reached the bus stop, I was privy to a severe storm. I was sopping wet when I finally boarded the Route 1L bus. A young guy boarded the bus at the next stop in a hyperactive state. He had apparently just been in an altercation at Mickey Dee's®. I had wondered why I espied four police vehicles parked out in front. The young guy talked to me all the way until he alighted in Aina Haina. During that time, he told me about his stint as a professional fighter, how he disarmed the clown who pulled a knife on him just a few minutes earlier, how he was forced to put down a 275-pound Samoan guy, how God of the Yahweh Triad and Jesus are on his side, all the while digging out deep holes in the odd injuries on his legs. He also gave me a quick lesson in self-defense. He was talking quite loudly so everyone on the bus was aware of him.
Just as the bus was turning out of Aina Haina, the rain really picked up. I could barely see out the window. So, I made the decision to ride out to the Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride and board a bus to backtrack to Slob Manor. Thus, I would avoid ending up completely drenched while waiting for the long traffic light to cross the street. Well, the bus driver was going so slow that I ended up missing the connecting bus by a few seconds. I was cold, wet, and shivering while I waited for the next bus.
The Route 23 bus arrived about 15 minutes later, thank goodness. When I alighted near Slob Manor, the rain had been reduced to a mere drizzle. As I walked into the driveway, I noticed that the landlord had set up sandbags to divert the small river away from the structure. I was spared the agony of walking into a completely flooded, albeit squalid, room. I hastily prepared dinner, but it was hot and delicious. I don't bother warming up food in the big oven, by the way. The microwave oven does just fine. Then, I took a hot shower to warm up.
Zoe Stunner
As of this writing, I am feeling as though the common cold is making a nasty return visit. Incidentally, the rain completely stopped. How's that for fun? Or, perhaps, we should discuss hurdy-gurdy hottie, Zoe Stunner. Hubba hubba! Sadly, baby was only starred in a handful of videos that featured her extensive skills, including one for Reality Kings®. Be sure to peruse her portfolio at FreeOnes®.
This morning, I departed about 30 minutes later than usual because I had to wait for a break in the rain. At least the bus was not crowded. In town, the rain was worse. Fortunately, I made the entire trip without getting wet. I wasn't so fortunate later.
At the library, I perused the book, "Religion in Human Evolution: From the Paleolithic to the Axial Age," by Robert Bellah. The first two chapters (prior to any discussion about religion) are very interesting because Bellah provides a compelling overview of the existential crisis that all humans must face. I may or may not refer to the book again.
When I exited the gym this afternoon, the rain was just starting up again. Before I even reached the bus stop, I was privy to a severe storm. I was sopping wet when I finally boarded the Route 1L bus. A young guy boarded the bus at the next stop in a hyperactive state. He had apparently just been in an altercation at Mickey Dee's®. I had wondered why I espied four police vehicles parked out in front. The young guy talked to me all the way until he alighted in Aina Haina. During that time, he told me about his stint as a professional fighter, how he disarmed the clown who pulled a knife on him just a few minutes earlier, how he was forced to put down a 275-pound Samoan guy, how God of the Yahweh Triad and Jesus are on his side, all the while digging out deep holes in the odd injuries on his legs. He also gave me a quick lesson in self-defense. He was talking quite loudly so everyone on the bus was aware of him.
Just as the bus was turning out of Aina Haina, the rain really picked up. I could barely see out the window. So, I made the decision to ride out to the Hawai'i Kai Park n' Ride and board a bus to backtrack to Slob Manor. Thus, I would avoid ending up completely drenched while waiting for the long traffic light to cross the street. Well, the bus driver was going so slow that I ended up missing the connecting bus by a few seconds. I was cold, wet, and shivering while I waited for the next bus.
The Route 23 bus arrived about 15 minutes later, thank goodness. When I alighted near Slob Manor, the rain had been reduced to a mere drizzle. As I walked into the driveway, I noticed that the landlord had set up sandbags to divert the small river away from the structure. I was spared the agony of walking into a completely flooded, albeit squalid, room. I hastily prepared dinner, but it was hot and delicious. I don't bother warming up food in the big oven, by the way. The microwave oven does just fine. Then, I took a hot shower to warm up.
Monday, March 05, 2012
Dispatches From Total Squalor
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Lots of rain this morning, but moms and I managed to survive the ordeal unscathed. My bro returned early from work, so I cut my visit short. Otherwise, nada to report.
I have been locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) since 4pm with absolutely nothing to do. By the way, I even eat my squalid meals in my squalid room. I don't want to risk any interaction with the other tenants, although I ran into Alan just before I departed the dump this morning. Alan apparently is suffering from the same ear wax problem that I endured about a year ago. In his case, both ears are plugged. He is dousing his ears with wax softening drops for a few days before his physician attempts to remove the obstruction. In the meantime, Alan said that he can't hear anything. He could barely understand what I was saying. No wonder he couldn't hear the racket made by both Joker and Kyle.
Although I spend hours in my squalid room, absolutely nothing is accomplished. My queued personal tasks are piling up, but no resolution is in sight. I want to "wash my hands" of everything. When I sit back and ponder how the moneychangers and powers-that-be are living "high on the hog," I begin to fume. The rich are getting richer, and the rank-and-file peons are going broke. What are we to make of that? I live in total squalor with the cheapest and most detestable of possessions. Any day now, I could find myself out on the street with the homeless. Why has it come to this? I really don't know.
I have been locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) since 4pm with absolutely nothing to do. By the way, I even eat my squalid meals in my squalid room. I don't want to risk any interaction with the other tenants, although I ran into Alan just before I departed the dump this morning. Alan apparently is suffering from the same ear wax problem that I endured about a year ago. In his case, both ears are plugged. He is dousing his ears with wax softening drops for a few days before his physician attempts to remove the obstruction. In the meantime, Alan said that he can't hear anything. He could barely understand what I was saying. No wonder he couldn't hear the racket made by both Joker and Kyle.
Although I spend hours in my squalid room, absolutely nothing is accomplished. My queued personal tasks are piling up, but no resolution is in sight. I want to "wash my hands" of everything. When I sit back and ponder how the moneychangers and powers-that-be are living "high on the hog," I begin to fume. The rich are getting richer, and the rank-and-file peons are going broke. What are we to make of that? I live in total squalor with the cheapest and most detestable of possessions. Any day now, I could find myself out on the street with the homeless. Why has it come to this? I really don't know.
Sunday, March 04, 2012
Mondo Mondo (Continued)
An uneventful Sunday left me wondering why I even left my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this morning. Of course, I was back in my squalid room by 2pm. Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
I neglected to mention that I also perused the book, "I Know Who You Are and I Saw What You Did: Social Networks and the Death of Privacy," by Lori Andrews at the library yesterday. There's a good reason why I avoid involving myself with social aggregation on the Net. By the way, did you happen to check the Spokeo site to see what is known about you just from Net data mining? Yeah, someone could pay a few dollars to the "service" and discover quite a bit about all of us, eh?
I had a moderately chilling thought sometime during the day: the entire world of humans is being sustained by endless fiat money that is created out of nothing. The thought is obviously nothing new since I already predicted that interest rates, at least in empire, will remain at zero percent until the final collapse of "Western civilization." What's really interesting is that trillions and trillions of useless currency denominations are being traded for equally useless "paper" just to replenish the money supply, that is, a money supply that is continuously being drained by fraud and Ponzi schemes. The whole process has been going on for over five years, and there's no sign of abatement. There's no sign of collapse either. Which brings me to restate my conclusion that the empire's military machine is the only entity that is keeping the charade from coming apart at the seams. What else could possibly keep the sham going?
Finally, my suspicions about Slob Manor resident, Kyle, continues. He claims to be a progressive activist, but I believe the latter is just "lip service." There's nothing "progressive" about him except for the few "sound bites" that he rattles off every now and then. He drives his vehicle everywhere, just like Joker. He now does laundry every day, just like Joker did. Whatever he needs to dry takes well over an hour at high heat. He warms up a small serving of frozen food in the large oven instead of using the toaster oven (or microwave oven). He always throws recyclables in the trash can. He makes way more noise than Joker. There's just something not right about the guy. All I can do is avoid him like the plague, just as I did with Joker.
I neglected to mention that I also perused the book, "I Know Who You Are and I Saw What You Did: Social Networks and the Death of Privacy," by Lori Andrews at the library yesterday. There's a good reason why I avoid involving myself with social aggregation on the Net. By the way, did you happen to check the Spokeo site to see what is known about you just from Net data mining? Yeah, someone could pay a few dollars to the "service" and discover quite a bit about all of us, eh?
I had a moderately chilling thought sometime during the day: the entire world of humans is being sustained by endless fiat money that is created out of nothing. The thought is obviously nothing new since I already predicted that interest rates, at least in empire, will remain at zero percent until the final collapse of "Western civilization." What's really interesting is that trillions and trillions of useless currency denominations are being traded for equally useless "paper" just to replenish the money supply, that is, a money supply that is continuously being drained by fraud and Ponzi schemes. The whole process has been going on for over five years, and there's no sign of abatement. There's no sign of collapse either. Which brings me to restate my conclusion that the empire's military machine is the only entity that is keeping the charade from coming apart at the seams. What else could possibly keep the sham going?
Finally, my suspicions about Slob Manor resident, Kyle, continues. He claims to be a progressive activist, but I believe the latter is just "lip service." There's nothing "progressive" about him except for the few "sound bites" that he rattles off every now and then. He drives his vehicle everywhere, just like Joker. He now does laundry every day, just like Joker did. Whatever he needs to dry takes well over an hour at high heat. He warms up a small serving of frozen food in the large oven instead of using the toaster oven (or microwave oven). He always throws recyclables in the trash can. He makes way more noise than Joker. There's just something not right about the guy. All I can do is avoid him like the plague, just as I did with Joker.
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Mondo Mondo
At the library, I have perused two picture books, "A History of Earth, and "Frozen Planet." Very impressive. Earth is truly an amazing planet. Otherwise, the day can be classified as ... same ol' shit. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. Wheee!
I've been viewing a film or two on the Crackle® site daily. There's not much of a selection, but the price is right. Yeah, free. Fortunately, videos are being rotated in and out monthly. The tablet computer now has a video store "app" (powered by Rovi) built in, but I will not be using it. I cannot afford to pay rental fees for substandard and formulaic fare.
I've had a lot of nonsense on my mind, but I am apparently not ready to discuss any of it. Instead, I have been distracting myself in any way possible. No progress is being made on overdue tasks either. Rather than compose the "blog," I viewed the formulaic flick, "Hardwired," on Crackle®. Right now, I am listening to the "Allalin Mix" courtesy Deep House Cat. Great mix, by the way.
I've been viewing a film or two on the Crackle® site daily. There's not much of a selection, but the price is right. Yeah, free. Fortunately, videos are being rotated in and out monthly. The tablet computer now has a video store "app" (powered by Rovi) built in, but I will not be using it. I cannot afford to pay rental fees for substandard and formulaic fare.
I've had a lot of nonsense on my mind, but I am apparently not ready to discuss any of it. Instead, I have been distracting myself in any way possible. No progress is being made on overdue tasks either. Rather than compose the "blog," I viewed the formulaic flick, "Hardwired," on Crackle®. Right now, I am listening to the "Allalin Mix" courtesy Deep House Cat. Great mix, by the way.
Friday, March 02, 2012
Post No. 2,133
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I spent a little more money than I expected when I went shopping for groceries and other necessities this afternoon. I should have been perturbed, but I really didn't care.
Life at Slob Manor has been relatively bland since Joker's departure. I have seen Alan and Kyle for a total of a couple of seconds in the past few weeks. I have gone out of my way to avoid them for obvious reasons. I only emerge from my squalid room when I know that no one else is loitering in the common areas. There is no need for any discussion now that Joker is gone. I have nothing in common with either of them.
Well, it has been nearly two weeks since the exciting v2.0 operating system update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. For me, not much has changed. I don't use any of the PIM "apps," so I know nothing about them. I have yet to use the spreadsheet "app," although I confirmed that the awaited features were indeed incorporated. The Web browser seems to function exactly the same as before. And, I have no intention of installing any "apps" that require the Android player. There's been a lot of reported problems with the latter. I am hoping that there will be an option to uninstall it in later updates. In summary, the tablet computer is definitely ready to assume the role of the primary computing device.
As for the evening ... one-man House Party! Yeah, we're back in the mix with Deep House Cat. The Deep House Music library will be gradually restored.
Life at Slob Manor has been relatively bland since Joker's departure. I have seen Alan and Kyle for a total of a couple of seconds in the past few weeks. I have gone out of my way to avoid them for obvious reasons. I only emerge from my squalid room when I know that no one else is loitering in the common areas. There is no need for any discussion now that Joker is gone. I have nothing in common with either of them.
Well, it has been nearly two weeks since the exciting v2.0 operating system update for the BlackBerry® PlayBook® tablet computer. For me, not much has changed. I don't use any of the PIM "apps," so I know nothing about them. I have yet to use the spreadsheet "app," although I confirmed that the awaited features were indeed incorporated. The Web browser seems to function exactly the same as before. And, I have no intention of installing any "apps" that require the Android player. There's been a lot of reported problems with the latter. I am hoping that there will be an option to uninstall it in later updates. In summary, the tablet computer is definitely ready to assume the role of the primary computing device.
As for the evening ... one-man House Party! Yeah, we're back in the mix with Deep House Cat. The Deep House Music library will be gradually restored.
Thursday, March 01, 2012
Reconnected Ad Nauseam III
The disconnection occurred at 7:24pm last night at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) while I was using my tablet computer. The netbook was in the middle of downloading just one hurdy-gurdy video clip at a painfully slow speed. I was able to quickly ascertain that the wireless router had mummified itself. Rather than walk around to the other side of the dump to reset the wireless router or make the trek to the detestable den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala with my tablet computer, I stayed put in my squalid room. Why bother?
I had nothing to do for the rest of the evening. All I have is myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips. My House Music library was lost during the hullabaloo with the netbook. So, I viewed a couple of recent hurdy-gurdy video acquisitions. Then, I piddled around for the rest of the evening. Pathetic, eh?
Otherwise, both yesterday and today, same ol' shit. The common cold has abated its symptoms. My right shoulder is on the mend, but there is still some pain. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. I am still leading an extremely secluded life-style, searching for truth, devoid of purpose, and simply growing old rapidly.
Jillian Murray from "Wild Things 4"
On a side note, I have decided that Jillian Murray (playing the role of "Brandi Cox") is my favorite hottie from the "Wild Things" tetralogy. Be sure to view "Wild Things" on the Crackle® site while still available.
I had nothing to do for the rest of the evening. All I have is myriad hurdy-gurdy video clips. My House Music library was lost during the hullabaloo with the netbook. So, I viewed a couple of recent hurdy-gurdy video acquisitions. Then, I piddled around for the rest of the evening. Pathetic, eh?
Otherwise, both yesterday and today, same ol' shit. The common cold has abated its symptoms. My right shoulder is on the mend, but there is still some pain. My right thigh is still experiencing numbness. I am still leading an extremely secluded life-style, searching for truth, devoid of purpose, and simply growing old rapidly.
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