The Blogger FTP server finally came back on-line after 2pm yesterday. I was able to upload the completed first entry. At this point in time, I am not certain if daily updates are a good idea. Frankly, I am still wondering what I will write about.
After dinner last night, I lay down on my bed and spent the rest of the evening lapsing in and out of a coma. Actually, I spent most of that time contemplating my situation. I finally went to sleep at 12:30am. Chubs was gone for the evening, so I took advantage of that time to revel in the silence. I can now understand how Anonder was able to spend so much time just lounging around and ruminating.
It was a beautiful morning in Kane'ohe. I have kept the vertical blinds fronting the lanai open every day since Sunday. I have not really taken the time to enjoy how nice the lanai is. My plants have been doing well. In fact, my sole orchid plant has started blooming. I noticed that the gate to lanai was damaged, most likely because of the same asswipe real estate agent from Sunday. I asked one of the maintenance guys if I could borrow a hammer to fix it. He told me that he would take care of it. Another guy came by to fix the gate. He also cut some of the exposed roots from one of my trees.
Moms called to see if I could meet for lunch at Kahala Mall on Wednesday. I was happy to hear that moms was feeling better. And, I can hardly wait to eat at Panda Express® again.
I was able to view the majestic Ko'olau mountains while I was at the bus stop. The bus ride to town was leisurely. This was a nice morning, I said to myself. I ended up at the faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill as usual. Pseudo-professor Glenn came by. He asked for help in doing an OCR scan on his manuscript he wants published. We scanned it and converted it to a Word document. Then, off it went.
Pseudo-professor Mike sent e-mail. He wants me to be his campaign manager as he is planning to run for a State office. I had a brief discussion with him the other day about this. Originally, he wanted to run for office with the intention of losing. His ulterior motive is to plant the seeds for a new Constitutional Convention. I said that there was no sense in running for office to lose, so I detailed my "grassroots" campaign plan. We'll see what happens. Of course, if he does win an elected office, there will be positions available on his staff.
I ordered my new Nalu Board last Wednesday. It should be here later this week. I hope that I don't break my neck while riding it. I still don't have any health plan. I have to practice because my balance has been getting worse due to old age. Hopefully, I will be able to get back into surfing this Summer.
Big Money Grip. I've been watching people around here spend money like there is no tomorrow. They eat out every day. They are always carrying shopping bags full of crap. They drive everywhere in brand new cars and gas-guzzling SUVs. I can't help but wonder where all that mullah is coming from. I know that I'm a lowly wage slave who is on the verge of becoming homeless. Yet, I don't have anywhere near the disposable income that all of those brain donors have. Some of these clowns are dumber than a knob, but they must have many times my cheesy net worth. Even the scrubby characters on the bus are sporting $250 cell phones and hella expensive accouterments. How is this possible?
I see all the punk kids on the bus with things that I could never afford. How do their parents afford to buy all that crap for them? Then, the parents are running around in new gas-guzzling SUVs. Are they up their necks in credit card debt and home equity loans? They look too happy to be in that much debt. So, what am I doing wrong?
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Monday, May 01, 2006
Welcome, my friends, . . .
. . . to the show that never ends! This is the first day of the journal in "blog" format. This has been an incredible, albeit boring, journey. Most of the relevant issues have been discussed ad infinitum in the now-defunct journal. Thus, the purpose of the "blog" is to chronicle the progress of the policies initiated in the latter. To read the journal archives, please return to the last official chapter. Navigation is fairly easy, although over 10 years of crap is archived. Comments in the "blog" are not currently enabled. A discussion forum, Speak! VI, has been established for that purpose. Before we get down to business, let's take a break now, shall we?
When I returned to Chez Loser yesterday in the late afternoon, I discovered that one slat of the vertical blinds fronting my lanai door was lying on the floor. The realtor who had come by to show Chez Loser did not even leave a note. I was pissed. I drove to City Mill and Ace® Hardware to find a replacement part. Nada. I was fuming. I finally found a replacement part that the previous owner had left in one of the drawers. The part was not a direct replacement. So, it didn't function properly. I switched one of the parts from the vertical blinds in the master bedroom. The only consolation was that Chubs was not home for the evening.
Moms called early this morning. Moms was not able to meet for lunch at Kahala Mall because she was experiencing Vertigo. I doubt that many people realize that feeling ill for no reason at all is common as we grow older. Because we are not in close contact with the senior citizen population, we become detached to the issues that confront them. Out of sight, out of mind. That's also why I must listen to idiots who tell me that they plan to be working well into their eighties. They are already unhealthy as it is. What do they think they'll be doing when they are old and decrepit? What can anyone accomplish in a motorized chair? Moms, on the other hand, is very healthy for her age. Moms is not on any medication. Moms is also ambulatory without the use of any device such as a cane. The key to moms' health and longevity may be her diet. Moms eats a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables while minimizing meat and poultry products.
I have discussed the matter of becoming homeless if, and when, I sell Chez Loser. The thought seems scary at times. Yet, at other times, I feel as though homelessness may be the ultimate freedom. I've mentioned the bed tent that is an available factory accessory for my truck. All I need to do is find a beach park that I won't have to pay the $5 per day camping fee. Sheesh! Incidentally, relevant issues will continue to be discussed under individual headings as was the practice in the last days of the now-defunct journal.
The Routine. Same ol' shit (see reference below).
The "Blog." One advantage of the "blog" is that I can readily add external links. The policy for the now-defunct journal was restrictive. If there was an external reference, the URL was listed (not as an active link). The throw-away nature of the "blog" makes hyperlinks feasible. I plan to archive the blog as pure text files. I have set up a method to encode formatting and links. I am not sure why I decided to archive the "blog." Exactly what is worth saving?
My choice of using Blogger may have been a big mistake. During peak times (most of the day), the "Publish" utility is unable to connect to the server. Why not just make publishing automatic? Why must the entry be published separately after editing? The Rude Pundit doesn't seem to have this problem. Seriously, how long before Blogger goes under?
Trans Fat and Food Miscellany. I have depleted my supply of Quaker Oats® Chewy Granola Bars. I will no longer purchase the latter because it contains BHT. In addition, I did some research on the so-called "trans fat" issue. Trans fat is mainly a product of "partially hydrogenated" oils (read: artificial lard). What I find disturbing is that all products are reported to contain "0 trans fat" even though the shit has moderate quantities of partially hydrogenated oils. Thus, the disclosure of trans fat on the "Nutritional Facts" label is a farce.
Most people are just not concerned that we are all being poisoned by the food we consume. We are also being fattened like cattle from the same shitty products. Fat, by the way, is what stores the carcinogens that we consume. Thus, the more blubber that we have, the more poisons that we can store. The FDA reports that carcinogenic levels of the additives (preservatives, food color, etc.) and residuals (hormones, pesticides, etc.) are too low to be concerned. Well, that may be true if we ate one gram of just one food item per day. However, we eat many kilograms of processed crap daily. What does that tell ya?
Same Ol' Shit. This is a revised general summary and shorthand reference for my pathetic life (introduced in the journal circa March 6, 2005). I will refer to this summary as "same ol' shit." To increase the brevity of the "blog," I will no longer detail the fact that I am in the salt mines every day. I also go to the gym daily. I also spend a lot of time in the faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill. I must transport myself using the public transit system. It's normally on time, but there are days when everything goes haywire. We will assume that the stated itinerary remains constant. I will then focus on everything else in the "blog." However, my life is so boring that I could summarize the latter in one sentence. Sheesh!
When I returned to Chez Loser yesterday in the late afternoon, I discovered that one slat of the vertical blinds fronting my lanai door was lying on the floor. The realtor who had come by to show Chez Loser did not even leave a note. I was pissed. I drove to City Mill and Ace® Hardware to find a replacement part. Nada. I was fuming. I finally found a replacement part that the previous owner had left in one of the drawers. The part was not a direct replacement. So, it didn't function properly. I switched one of the parts from the vertical blinds in the master bedroom. The only consolation was that Chubs was not home for the evening.
Moms called early this morning. Moms was not able to meet for lunch at Kahala Mall because she was experiencing Vertigo. I doubt that many people realize that feeling ill for no reason at all is common as we grow older. Because we are not in close contact with the senior citizen population, we become detached to the issues that confront them. Out of sight, out of mind. That's also why I must listen to idiots who tell me that they plan to be working well into their eighties. They are already unhealthy as it is. What do they think they'll be doing when they are old and decrepit? What can anyone accomplish in a motorized chair? Moms, on the other hand, is very healthy for her age. Moms is not on any medication. Moms is also ambulatory without the use of any device such as a cane. The key to moms' health and longevity may be her diet. Moms eats a lot of fresh fruits and vegetables while minimizing meat and poultry products.
I have discussed the matter of becoming homeless if, and when, I sell Chez Loser. The thought seems scary at times. Yet, at other times, I feel as though homelessness may be the ultimate freedom. I've mentioned the bed tent that is an available factory accessory for my truck. All I need to do is find a beach park that I won't have to pay the $5 per day camping fee. Sheesh! Incidentally, relevant issues will continue to be discussed under individual headings as was the practice in the last days of the now-defunct journal.
The Routine. Same ol' shit (see reference below).
The "Blog." One advantage of the "blog" is that I can readily add external links. The policy for the now-defunct journal was restrictive. If there was an external reference, the URL was listed (not as an active link). The throw-away nature of the "blog" makes hyperlinks feasible. I plan to archive the blog as pure text files. I have set up a method to encode formatting and links. I am not sure why I decided to archive the "blog." Exactly what is worth saving?
My choice of using Blogger may have been a big mistake. During peak times (most of the day), the "Publish" utility is unable to connect to the server. Why not just make publishing automatic? Why must the entry be published separately after editing? The Rude Pundit doesn't seem to have this problem. Seriously, how long before Blogger goes under?
Trans Fat and Food Miscellany. I have depleted my supply of Quaker Oats® Chewy Granola Bars. I will no longer purchase the latter because it contains BHT. In addition, I did some research on the so-called "trans fat" issue. Trans fat is mainly a product of "partially hydrogenated" oils (read: artificial lard). What I find disturbing is that all products are reported to contain "0 trans fat" even though the shit has moderate quantities of partially hydrogenated oils. Thus, the disclosure of trans fat on the "Nutritional Facts" label is a farce.
Most people are just not concerned that we are all being poisoned by the food we consume. We are also being fattened like cattle from the same shitty products. Fat, by the way, is what stores the carcinogens that we consume. Thus, the more blubber that we have, the more poisons that we can store. The FDA reports that carcinogenic levels of the additives (preservatives, food color, etc.) and residuals (hormones, pesticides, etc.) are too low to be concerned. Well, that may be true if we ate one gram of just one food item per day. However, we eat many kilograms of processed crap daily. What does that tell ya?
Same Ol' Shit. This is a revised general summary and shorthand reference for my pathetic life (introduced in the journal circa March 6, 2005). I will refer to this summary as "same ol' shit." To increase the brevity of the "blog," I will no longer detail the fact that I am in the salt mines every day. I also go to the gym daily. I also spend a lot of time in the faculty computer room at the Diploma Mill. I must transport myself using the public transit system. It's normally on time, but there are days when everything goes haywire. We will assume that the stated itinerary remains constant. I will then focus on everything else in the "blog." However, my life is so boring that I could summarize the latter in one sentence. Sheesh!
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