Mind of Mush

My outing in Kahala last night was somewhat of farce. I spent over an hour loitering (i.e., sitting on one of the wooden benches) along the promenade of the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). No clarity was attained. I really had no purpose to be there since I already had consumed a few energy bars for dinner.

Incidentally, an older guy comes in to the mall every night. He always sits on the same wooden bench and practices a few songs on his trusty ukulele. And, I am always in listening range. Frankly, he's the only source of sanity in the entire mall.

Typical Tuesday Morning Hottie
And, I was tempted to immediately purchase a fruit-based tablet computer. "Tablet computer shame" almost pushed me toward irrational behavior. I came to my senses, though, at least for now. The obsolete Nexus 7 tablet computer can do so much more. And, what exactly are my requirements? I don't have any.

Typical Tuesday Afternoon Hotties
Tablet computers, "smartphones," and even regular computers are consumption devices. Users want to be passively entertained. Every spare moment is filled by some entertainment media via the devices. The mind quickly turns to mush. The need to be entertained passively 24 hours per day, seven days per week causes cognitive degradation. Little wonder why ObamaScare has been readily accepted by the peons of empire. Little wonder why the surveillance state has become ubiquitous without question.

LG® G Pad
On a side note, I believe that I have found a replacement for the obsolete Nexus 7 tablet computer ... the LG® G Pad. There's a Google® Play version that sports the stock operating system. Perfect! Forget the fruit-based tablet computer already.

Pain in the Ass

It's too bad that the hottie gym trainer won't come around, eh? Actually, that's probably not a good thing. Babes, especially hotties, are a real "pain in the ass." Most guys will tolerate any kind of nonsense as long as they can get some "action." Of course, the hottie gym trainer could be different. You think? Baby was looking mighty fine, though.

Typical Monday Morning Hottie
Well, the Vienna Sausage is ready to "throw in the towel," so the point is moot. I could actually switch over to the fruit-based tablet computer because there will be no need to acquire any hurdy-gurdy video clips. I'll just be satisfied with the more benign (i.e., neutered) content on the Net. Heck, I could even set the "parental controls." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Typical Monday Afternoon Hottie
Take a good look at all of the hotties that have been showcased in the "blog." They know that they are hotties. They also know that they can have their way with most guys. Too much trouble. Old codgers need not apply anyway. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report.

Waste of Time (Again)

Being disconnected from the Net again yesterday allowed me to assess the amount of time wasted on trivial pursuits using the tablet computer. With absolutely nothing to do in my squalid room in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I am one left with the Net. I keep reading news articles about issues that well beyond my locus of control. Or, I waste time searching for new hurdy-gurdy video clips, even though I don't download any of them. Or, I waste time composing the "blog."

The Net is yet another form of slavery. And, no matter where we navigate on the Net, we will assuredly be greeted by intrusive advertising. There is no end to the madness unless we decide to end it ourselves. What exactly is the point of wasting precious hours of our brief lifetime engaged with a small rectangular slab? Sitting there staring at the screen, running fingers on it to scroll to view more ridiculous nonsense ... insanity!

Typical Sunday Morning Hottie
If I move to the "crack house" in Chinatown, I won't have any Net access unless I patronize a place that has a free wireless hotspot. Of course, I would have to purchase something that I don't want or need. That' a good deterrent.

Or, I could purchase an expensive fruit-based tablet computer. I would no use for any other "app" than the Web browser. The device cannot download hurdy-gurdy video clips from file-sharing sites. Nor is a torrent client available. Even if I could download such a file, how would I find it?

That brings me to the trusty Nexus 7 tablet computer. Versatile as it is, the device could easily be mistaken for a "phablet." The user interface looks exactly like the one found on "smartphones." The "apps" are all for "smartphones." So, it's actually a "smartphone" without the phone innards. My now-obsolete Nexus 7 is worth about $50 or so. Yet, I treat it as though it's a fruit-based tablet computer. Makes no sense.

Typical Sunday Afternoon Hottie
Last night, I enjoyed another botched evening outing in Kahala. Dinner was courtesy another fast food joint was expensive, fairly tasty, but obviously laced with ractopamine. Later, I compensated by ordering a delicious slice of cheesecake in the bookstore's café in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). Buses were running extremely late, most likely due to the Saturnalia parade in town.

Usual Sunday itinerary. The highlight of the day was the extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. At one point, baby was just inches away. Ho boy! Buses were running behind schedule because of the Honolulu Marathon.

Back at Slob Manor, the "chef" persuaded the landlord to purchase another wireless router. However, he claimed that the performance was no better. Now, he suspects the cable modem to be the culprit. I have noticed absolutely no difference. As I stated, the Net is a complete waste of time.

Boredom, The Sequel

My evening outing in Kahala last night can only be summarized as nauseating. I was served substandard "value menu" items at the fast food joint. The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) was packed with moronic Saturnalia shoppers. The bookstore is now being patronized exclusively by scavengers looking for bargains. Barbaric consumerism is all that's remains in our human existence, at least in empire.

What is there for me, an impoverished loser, to do? I am sick and tired of hanging out in places populated by affluent or pseudo-affluent fucks. Don't they realize that we are all smelly ol' chimps? What is there to do, especially at night? Play with the computer, fool around with the "smartphone," or watch the tube? What kind of life is that?

Same ol' Sunday shit, but on Saturday instead. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the "chef" decided that the new wireless router was not to his liking. He was allegedly not able to achieve smooth video streaming. So, he dispatched the device to the landlord this morning. We're disconnected from the Net yet again. Sheesh!

Typical Interesting Hottie
Well, I am happy to report that the readership of the "blog" continues to dwindle. After all, the "blog" is really boring. How could it even compete with a "smartphone"? There's more interesting stuff on the "microblogging" and social network sites anyway. Sometimes I even bore myself. For me, that's a good thing. Boredom, after all, is a modern invention. Boredom is yet another facet of the "vital lie" that facilitates the denial of death.

Cauldron of Vice

Yesterday at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the landlord made an appearance when I was actually around. I discussed my current situation from the perspective of a soon-to-be broke loser. The landlord offered to lower my rent by $50 per month. The landlord also mentioned that Alan and the "chef" did not want me to move on. Obviously, the landlord does not know that the other residents' concern has nothing to do with my well being. Rather, they do not want to give up the common space and privileges that I have voluntary relinquished. I am, for the most part, an invisible tenant.

The landlord's offer would decrease my rental expense by $600 per year. Now, if I moved into the "crack house" in Chinatown, my rental expense would decrease by $3,720 per year including the additional rental expense for a vehicle parking stall. In addition, getting by without a bus pass would save me another $720 per year. Yes, I need to contact the resident manager of the "crack house" and arrange for a tour to make a final feasibility assessment of moving to the sleazy cauldron of vice.

The "chef" apparently persuaded the landlord to purchase a new wireless router. Both he and Alan have had connectivity problems recently. I have not experienced any problems while using the Nexus 7 tablet computer. Of course, I didn't mention anything because everyone believes that I no longer own a computer. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Typical Hoarding Hottie
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. I was extremely fatigued all day, though. I am growing weary of the cumulative stupid human tricks. There's just no end.

Incidentally, there has been a lot of murmuring amongst the sycophants of the of the empire's moneychangers and powers-that-be. The latest plan is to foist heavy penalties on savings accounts. In other words, a peon depositor would be charged interest for saving money. You read correctly. There are also alternative ideas floating around to stop all withdrawals to hoard cash. Seriously, the problems of the global financial system are beyond repair. What will those crooks think of next?

Standing Ovation

I made my triumphant return to the public library this morning. A rousing standing ovation by myriad homeless was in order. Really? No, not really. I haven't set foot in the place for about a month. Otherwise, same ol' shit.

Typical Rousing Hottie
Incidentally, the stock market does not appear to be imploding, just a minor correction occurring. When it does implode, the drop will be rapid over just a few days. The Dow index will bottom out at the realistic level of 6,000 to 7,000 or so. Then, the "bubble" will begin to inflate again. I would not expect the central bank to change its lax monetary policies. Of course, the whole scheme is a massive transfer of wealth from the masses to the moneychangers and powers-that-be.

Nearly all "Western" economies are tied to empire, so the ensuing collapse will be global. No telling what the ramifications will be. Over five years of extreme "quantitative easing" (QE) and zero interest rate regime were required to inflate the current "bubble." The next bubble will require an even longer time frame and even more radical interventions by the central bank. The natural limit, of course, is when there is no more wealth to steal from the ballooning "bottomfeeder" class.

The empire's central bank has made a few timid threats about tapering its foolish policies. Don't believe a word of it. Any taper, even a miniscule one, will trigger panic. Thus, the eventual collapse will only come about when the true fundamentals come into play. Then, it will all be over but the crying.

Distorted Reality

Last night, I loitered in the Apple® Store in Kahala Mall for the longest time. Actually, I loiter there every night except on Sunday. I only use the iPad while there. At first, I was captivated by the device. It's fast, smooth, and aesthetically pleasing. However, after several cumulative hours of use, I noted more and more annoying limitations. As it stands, I could never justify the purchase of such a device. "Tablet computer shame" notwithstanding, there is no better value and versatility than what's available in Android® devices.

Typical Bubbly Hottie
Another day of dealing with the masses of idiotic peons of empire. We already know the drill. I'm just wondering when, not if, I will be deploying my canister of pepper spray. Similarly, I am wondering when, not if, the economy of empire will crash.

I am currently making an assessment of the economy of empire. My prediction is that at least the stock market will crash when the real fundamentals kick in. "Goosing" the earnings data through corporate buyback of stock is further exacerbating the situation. Thus, the next crash is surely to be fevastating. One telltale problem is that the price of gold has not declined as the stock market "bubble" has exponentially inflated. There's no way to assess the bond market as the central bank's intrusive intervention has really distorted reality. More later.

Destiny Postponed

While strolling through the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala every night, I pass by several 4,000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) on display. Some are luxury models. I can actually afford to acquire any one of them in cash. Heck, I can still afford to purchase a small condo in cash and still have money left over.

Yet, I find that I am heavily conflicted by what I want, what I need, and my mortality. That is why I choose to live in squalor, all the while knowing that I will be robbed blind in the future by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. And, there lies the reason why saving money is a really bad idea. In fact, it's best to enter the "Golden Years" financially broke. Senior citizens are the ideal victims of fraud and chicanery.

Typical Immortal Hottie
This morning, I walked by the "crack house" one more time. I also observed one of the residents entering through the metal security gate. He looked like the stereotypical drug dealer/user. I decided that I am not ready to enter that sleazy world of vice. So, I put myself back on the waiting list. I have six months to change my mind.

The "crack house" is an odd four-storey structure that sits on the same block with a twin-tower condominium development. My guess is that the "crack house" was included in the project to provide the minimum number of low-income housing units to qualify for tax exemptions. There's no other reason for the eyesore to exist on that particular block. The developers were clever to completely segregate the riff-raff from the affluent condo owners.

By the way, I am certain that the "chef" of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) fame would be delighted to learn of my decision. If I move out and another tenant moves in, he has much to lose. He would have to relinquish quite a bit of cabinet space and fridge shelves. He would also need to cut back on his time spent in the kitchen. He could, depending on the new tenant's personality, lose complete control over his minions (i.e., Alan, Tom, et al.) and his domain. I've observed his actions long enough to realize that he is a petty con artist. He is doing everything possible so that he can maintain his "quality of life." Screw everyone else. Well, his time is coming. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Hour of Eleven

Lots of rain yesterday, although I was able to stay dry while navigating my way through the usual Sunday downtown routine. I was also fortunate to remain dry during my abridged evening outing. For some reason, the downpour always ceased while I was most exposed to the elements. Dinner was courtesy the fast food joint in Kahala. My subsequent visit to the bookstore was extremely brief. With the bookstore closing in less than a month, it is just not a place that is conducive to loitering anymore.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 7:30pm, I was privy to an evening of endless noise from upstairs. Tom, the drunkard, and an alcoholic buddy were talking loudly and dragging the furniture around above my squalid room until way past midnight. To his credit, Tom had been on good behavior for about three weeks. According to the "chef", the drunken lush is a temporary wage slave. Apparently, a religious acquaintance offered Tom a job in order to help him attain sobriety. Well, we all know what's going to happen when the job ends in a week or two. Tom will "fall off the wagon." Yeah, same ol' shit.

Typical "Eleventh Hour" Hottie
Incidentally, I have crafted a letter to notify the landlord of my intent to vacate Slob Manor. However, I have not made a final decision about moving to the "crack house" in Chinatown. If I submit the security deposit tomorrow for the "crack house," then I will be moving on. Yes, another "eleventh hour" decision. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit.

And, for some unknown reason, I decided to reinstate my Skype® account. I have not reinstalled the "app" on the tablet computer, though. I currently have no use for the service.

Dangerous

Last night, another useless excursion to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. I spent most of the time sitting on one of the wooden benches in a feeble attempt to gain clarity. Clarity of what? The rest of the time was devoted to playing with the fruit-based tablet computer in the fruit-based computer store.

I was somewhat perturbed because the Nexus 7 tablet computer has displayed steadily increasing lag daily. The fruit-based tablet computer is just so smooth in comparison. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I finally executed the tedious procedure to wipe the system cache. I also disabled the troublesome Currents "app." What an improvement!

Typical "Dangerous" Hottie
The highlight of the day was the extended perusal of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. Unfortunately, baby has not come around yet. Alas, perhaps that's all for the better. Baby is too "dangerous."