I was surprised to see moms on the Route 1L bus when I boarded it at the bus stop near Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Moms was on her way to Star Market in Mo'ili'ili. I continued on into town to begin a homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. The library was more like an insane asylum than a sanctuary. Idiots were talking aloud, using their cell phones, eating food (which is prohibited), and carrying on in the inner courtyard. I almost lost my mind. Had I done so, I would have gone on a homicidal rampage. I had to move to different table at one point because the noise was too much. At the new location, there was a homeless guy sitting at the next table. He obviously had not showered in a very long time. I was at wits' end. I also noticed that my smallest toe on my left foot has only half of a toenail left.
Only when I walked through the garden-like setting of the Capitol district on my way to the gym did I feel at peace. When I walked under one of the larger shade trees, I felt a sense of euphoria. As many times as I have walked the exact same route, I have never experienced such a strong feeling. That's the power of nature. Sadly, I was back in the concrete jungle within minutes.
I did my usual workout at the gym. On my way out, I saw a hottie standing at the front desk and chatting with one of the managers. Baby was wearing tight jeans. I am almost certain that it was the hottie gym trainer. I felt a tinge of melancholia knowing that all I have to look forward to is a night of hurdy-gurdy "torrent" downloading. Frankly, the rude awakening has been a long time coming. As a senior citizen, I will be going through various stages of physical and mental degeneration (which has already commenced). Yet, tragically, I am not certain when I am going to face the fact that my time has come and gone.
The ride back to Slob Manor on the bus was substandard as usual. I was back in my squalid room by 5pm. Reflecting on my thoughts for the day, I nearly threw the can of beans (read: dinner) through the window. Once I confronted myself with the fact that I am a senior citizen, I felt too weak to thrust the small can of beans with my frail arm. However, I had enough strength to pour out a glass of Fox Brook wine. I consumed the glass of wine with a passion. Instantly, I felt young again. My already impaired vision became even more impaired so that I looked even younger when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I'm just a regular guy in a loser's body, I thought to myself.
Later, I realized that I need some kind of general plan to wind down my operations. With only 25 years left and half of that time possibly spent as an invalid, I cannot continue to procrastinate about my personal affairs. I must continue to close useless accounts and memberships. I mus divest my remaining useless possessions in a timely fashion. I must whittle down my Net presence. Essentially, I must realize that I have fade into the woodwork. I must become invisible. I must disappear.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
State of Emergency
At 9:45pm last night, I declared a "state of emergency." Immediately, I popped the cork on the bottle of Fox Brook wine. Cheap boozin' time! What better complement to a night of hurdy-gurdy "torrent" downloading and "seeding." Sheesh!
This morning, two monks were sitting in the seat in front of me on the Route 1L bus. One of the monks had a two-day stubble on what would have been a shaved head. I noticed that all the hair was grey, although he looked much younger than I thought. Both of the monks were wearing monks robes. Along the way to town, I noticed that the signage at the petrol stations advertised that the lowest grade of petrol is now $3.42 per gallon. From that point forward, I followed the usual homeless guy itinerary. In other words, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I did my usual workout at the gym. I did not see the hottie gym trainer. No doubt, baby has been walking along her alternative path to the gym.
The Route 1L bus was 25 minutes late this afternoon. As a result, the bus was even more crowded than usual and the ride was even longer. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. There was not much left of the afternoon. I piddled that time away rather easily. The evening, of course, will be the same ol' shit. Much to my surprise, the "torrent" tracker was almost fully functional. Perhaps there will be no need to declare another "state of emergency" this evening. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!
This morning, two monks were sitting in the seat in front of me on the Route 1L bus. One of the monks had a two-day stubble on what would have been a shaved head. I noticed that all the hair was grey, although he looked much younger than I thought. Both of the monks were wearing monks robes. Along the way to town, I noticed that the signage at the petrol stations advertised that the lowest grade of petrol is now $3.42 per gallon. From that point forward, I followed the usual homeless guy itinerary. In other words, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. I did my usual workout at the gym. I did not see the hottie gym trainer. No doubt, baby has been walking along her alternative path to the gym.
The Route 1L bus was 25 minutes late this afternoon. As a result, the bus was even more crowded than usual and the ride was even longer. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5:30pm. There was not much left of the afternoon. I piddled that time away rather easily. The evening, of course, will be the same ol' shit. Much to my surprise, the "torrent" tracker was almost fully functional. Perhaps there will be no need to declare another "state of emergency" this evening. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Autonomous & Alienated
After procuring a nice hot cup of coffee at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai, I was on my way to Hawai'i Kai. Moms was home when I arrived. I spent a little bit of time using my pumice stone to grind down the thick calloused skin on the soles of my feet. After I discovered that the pumice stone works best when wet, I subsequently made increased progress. No more old man feet for the ol' lavahead. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Moms purchased a lamp-baked chicken for lunch.
Lunch was delicious. Moms served rice and fresh vegetables along with the lamp-baked chicken. For dessert, moms served up cinnamon rolls. During lunch moms showed me a few pictures that I had taken twenty years ago. The pictures detailed a trip around the island with moms and Aunty Margaret. Moms is giving the spare set of pictures to the family of the deceased. We had stopped off at Haiku Gardens in Kane'ohe for lunch and at the Byodo-In (home of one of the largest Buddha statues) in Temple Valley. Then, we stopped by for Matsumoto Shave Ice in Haleiwa. We made what we thought to be a brief stop at Aunty Emily's house in Wahiawa. Then, my aunties and moms all worked together to make a splendid meal. Aunty Emily's kids and grandkids suddenly appeared. We had a great time. That was during one of my infrequent visits from Cali.
I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout. I was able to ride the small shuttle bus (Route 232) back to say good-bye to moms. My nephew was already home from school, much to my surprise, so I made a quick exit. I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a carton of milk, a loaf of bread, and a bottle of vino (for emergency purposes). I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. When I walked to the second floor, there were router and all kinds of other network gear lying around. The cable modem and the wireless router were still intact, although it appeared that someone was fiddling with them. I feared the worse.
I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I attempted to access the Net. Everything was back to normal. A few minutes later, Pat the landlord, arrived. She collected up all of the miscellaneous computer gear and that was that. To be honest, I like both Pat and Augustine. So, am actually not complaining about them. Well, the rest of the afternoon and the evening will involve the normal routine ... same ol' shit. That's the way I like it!
Pathetic, isn't it? Well, even worse is the fact that the ol' lavahead's life has been reduced to downloading and "seeding" hurdy-gurdy "torrents." That and using his humble dustpan and brush as a WMAD (Weapon of Mass Ant Destruction). Once the point of no return is reached during the exodus ... well, there is no turning back. I believe that I finally reached that point when I was emancipated from wage slavery. I lost my final connection to the rank-and-file. I am now autonomous and completely alienated.
Lunch was delicious. Moms served rice and fresh vegetables along with the lamp-baked chicken. For dessert, moms served up cinnamon rolls. During lunch moms showed me a few pictures that I had taken twenty years ago. The pictures detailed a trip around the island with moms and Aunty Margaret. Moms is giving the spare set of pictures to the family of the deceased. We had stopped off at Haiku Gardens in Kane'ohe for lunch and at the Byodo-In (home of one of the largest Buddha statues) in Temple Valley. Then, we stopped by for Matsumoto Shave Ice in Haleiwa. We made what we thought to be a brief stop at Aunty Emily's house in Wahiawa. Then, my aunties and moms all worked together to make a splendid meal. Aunty Emily's kids and grandkids suddenly appeared. We had a great time. That was during one of my infrequent visits from Cali.
I walked down to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout. I was able to ride the small shuttle bus (Route 232) back to say good-bye to moms. My nephew was already home from school, much to my surprise, so I made a quick exit. I stopped off at Foodland in Koko Marina to purchase a carton of milk, a loaf of bread, and a bottle of vino (for emergency purposes). I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. When I walked to the second floor, there were router and all kinds of other network gear lying around. The cable modem and the wireless router were still intact, although it appeared that someone was fiddling with them. I feared the worse.
I performed the dreaded laundry chores. Then, I attempted to access the Net. Everything was back to normal. A few minutes later, Pat the landlord, arrived. She collected up all of the miscellaneous computer gear and that was that. To be honest, I like both Pat and Augustine. So, am actually not complaining about them. Well, the rest of the afternoon and the evening will involve the normal routine ... same ol' shit. That's the way I like it!
Pathetic, isn't it? Well, even worse is the fact that the ol' lavahead's life has been reduced to downloading and "seeding" hurdy-gurdy "torrents." That and using his humble dustpan and brush as a WMAD (Weapon of Mass Ant Destruction). Once the point of no return is reached during the exodus ... well, there is no turning back. I believe that I finally reached that point when I was emancipated from wage slavery. I lost my final connection to the rank-and-file. I am now autonomous and completely alienated.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Net Disconnect
Another ... homeless guy ... kind ... of ... a ... day ... aaarrrgh! Need I even discuss the painful itinerary? Must I detail the ordeal of drudgery? The highlight of the day was when I saw the hottie gym trainer walking to the gym. Baby has apparently been walking a different route from the Chinatown Gateway Plaza. Perhaps baby noticed that I was in awe of her. Oh well. Who wouldn't be spooked by a homeless guy wannabe? I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm.
The landlord, Pat, has been a pain in the ass lately. She and her husband, Augustine are now occupying two of the rooms on the first floor. They will be downstairs until the end of the month. They own a nursery somewhere out in Hawai'i Kai. They also sold their house in Hawai'i Kai for $900,000 and some change. The house is in escrow, so that's why they have moved into Slob Manor. Incidentally, the house next door to Slob Manor is for sale at over $2 million.
With that in mind, the evening was slightly divergent of the same ol' shit. At 8pm, the Net went down. Well, not exactly. The Oceanic account was terminated for some reason. That, of course, put an end to my "torrent" downloading for the evening. The landlord, Pat, was downstairs, frantically on and off the phone. I told Pat that the Net went down. Pat was already in tizzy because she had been talking with her son. Apparently, there were two broadband cable accounts, one at each house. Pat had called Oceanic about terminating one account and consolidating the e-mail to the account for Slob Manor. Some kind of misunderstanding resulted in the termination of Net service at Slob Manor. The bottom line is that Pat's son allegedly was trying to access two very important pieces of e-mail on the other account. That's as much as I could handle before realizing that major stupidity was at play.
The landlord, Pat, has been a pain in the ass lately. She and her husband, Augustine are now occupying two of the rooms on the first floor. They will be downstairs until the end of the month. They own a nursery somewhere out in Hawai'i Kai. They also sold their house in Hawai'i Kai for $900,000 and some change. The house is in escrow, so that's why they have moved into Slob Manor. Incidentally, the house next door to Slob Manor is for sale at over $2 million.
With that in mind, the evening was slightly divergent of the same ol' shit. At 8pm, the Net went down. Well, not exactly. The Oceanic account was terminated for some reason. That, of course, put an end to my "torrent" downloading for the evening. The landlord, Pat, was downstairs, frantically on and off the phone. I told Pat that the Net went down. Pat was already in tizzy because she had been talking with her son. Apparently, there were two broadband cable accounts, one at each house. Pat had called Oceanic about terminating one account and consolidating the e-mail to the account for Slob Manor. Some kind of misunderstanding resulted in the termination of Net service at Slob Manor. The bottom line is that Pat's son allegedly was trying to access two very important pieces of e-mail on the other account. That's as much as I could handle before realizing that major stupidity was at play.
Pat called Oceanic, but I ended up spending 30 minutes on one of Pat's cell phones with the technical support staff. After volleying between different departments and being put on hold each time, I finally was told that the remote access "fix" was not being accepted by the cable modem. A few minutes later, I was told that another person was working on the account which had locked out the cable modem to anyone else. I then realized that Pat's son was on the phone attempting to take care of the same problem. Thus, I was left to my own devices for the rest of the evening. Oh well, my computer needed a rest anyway.
Monday, February 25, 2008
War & No Peace
A torrential (not to be confused with hurdy-gurdy "torrents") downpour at 7:30pm last night left me no option but to sit in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) all night. The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker was down all evening. Thus, I spent the time reading the alternative news. I read an article titled, "NATO's Reign of Terror in Kosovo," by Michel Chossudovsky that appeared on the Global Research site. Recall that I had been looking for more information about the bombing of Serbia. Well, here it is. In reading the article, be sure to not overlook the section titled, "State Terror and the 'Free Market.'" Later, I discovered that Spankwire has mended its ways and has restored most of its features to its basic (read: free) accounts. Well, the night was not a total loss after all. Sheesh!
I was sitting in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall at 9am this morning and sipping a nice hot cup of coffee. I perused a few computer magazines. I also perused the latest issue of Harper's, specifically, the article titled, "The next bubble: Priming the markets for tomorrow's big crash," written by Eric Janszen (also available on-line). Janszen essentially described the "serial bubble" economy. I agree with his thesis as we all know. Janszen, however, postulated that there were three possibilities for the next "bubble" - healthcare, pharmaceuticals, or alternative energy. Given select criteria, he concluded that the area of alternative energy will be the catalyst for the next "bubble." He discounted war and the "military-industrial complex," although he had originally included the latter as an option. After all, both the Afghanistan and Iraq conflagrations came right at the heels of the "dot-com" collapse and subsequent recession.
I disagree with Janszen because a "bubble" require the formation of more debt. By his own data (see graphs in article), there would have to be a peak of $20 trillion dollars of debt in order to inflate the "bubble" and offset the losses incurred by the previous "bubbles." Who is to acquire the debt? And, where is the money to come from? Unless the rank-and-file consumer strikes it rich (i.e., the "wealth effect" during the real estate "bubble"), the new "bubble" cannot inflate. That brings me to the more dark solution that may now be contemplated by the moneychangers and the powers-that-be. I am speaking of another worldwide war. We are seeing events unfold right now that seemingly indicates the empire's preference for such an outcome. My friends, I would seriously give the latter scenario some thought.
I met moms outside Longs® at 10:30am. Moms did a little shopping there. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. On the way back to Hawai'i Kai, we stopped off at Koko Marina. Moms had to go to the bank and also shop for groceries at Foodland. After unloading all of the stuff, I chatted with moms until 1:15pm. Then, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I only did my cardio workout. While walking back, I pondered the good fortune that I have had in life. No, I am not one of the "rich and famous," but I am surviving quite well given the circumstances. Moms gave me all kinds of goodies before I departed.
I made a stop in Kuapa Kai to shop at Safeway®. I was overcharged for the bulk rolls that I purchased. The bitch cashier treated me as though I was trying to rip off the great Safeway®. She called the bakery department for a price check. I just told her to forget about it because I was in the express checkout line. There were a few shoppers behind me. I cannot even describe how much I despise shopping and consumerism. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I am sure that we all know the drill for the rest of the afternoon and evening, eh? Same ol' shit.
I was sitting in the Barnes & Noble® Café in Kahala Mall at 9am this morning and sipping a nice hot cup of coffee. I perused a few computer magazines. I also perused the latest issue of Harper's, specifically, the article titled, "The next bubble: Priming the markets for tomorrow's big crash," written by Eric Janszen (also available on-line). Janszen essentially described the "serial bubble" economy. I agree with his thesis as we all know. Janszen, however, postulated that there were three possibilities for the next "bubble" - healthcare, pharmaceuticals, or alternative energy. Given select criteria, he concluded that the area of alternative energy will be the catalyst for the next "bubble." He discounted war and the "military-industrial complex," although he had originally included the latter as an option. After all, both the Afghanistan and Iraq conflagrations came right at the heels of the "dot-com" collapse and subsequent recession.
I disagree with Janszen because a "bubble" require the formation of more debt. By his own data (see graphs in article), there would have to be a peak of $20 trillion dollars of debt in order to inflate the "bubble" and offset the losses incurred by the previous "bubbles." Who is to acquire the debt? And, where is the money to come from? Unless the rank-and-file consumer strikes it rich (i.e., the "wealth effect" during the real estate "bubble"), the new "bubble" cannot inflate. That brings me to the more dark solution that may now be contemplated by the moneychangers and the powers-that-be. I am speaking of another worldwide war. We are seeing events unfold right now that seemingly indicates the empire's preference for such an outcome. My friends, I would seriously give the latter scenario some thought.
I met moms outside Longs® at 10:30am. Moms did a little shopping there. Then, we ate lunch at Panda Express®. On the way back to Hawai'i Kai, we stopped off at Koko Marina. Moms had to go to the bank and also shop for groceries at Foodland. After unloading all of the stuff, I chatted with moms until 1:15pm. Then, I walked to the gym in Koko Marina. I only did my cardio workout. While walking back, I pondered the good fortune that I have had in life. No, I am not one of the "rich and famous," but I am surviving quite well given the circumstances. Moms gave me all kinds of goodies before I departed.
I made a stop in Kuapa Kai to shop at Safeway®. I was overcharged for the bulk rolls that I purchased. The bitch cashier treated me as though I was trying to rip off the great Safeway®. She called the bakery department for a price check. I just told her to forget about it because I was in the express checkout line. There were a few shoppers behind me. I cannot even describe how much I despise shopping and consumerism. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor by 4pm. I am sure that we all know the drill for the rest of the afternoon and evening, eh? Same ol' shit.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
Folies-Bergère (Reprise)
Another non-descript Sunday homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day was filled with nasty rain. I was able to navigate around town fairly well, no doubt because I was in no hurry to be anywhere. Aside from Safeway®, my only other destination was the gym. I did my usual Monday workout instead. I have begun to modify my weight workouts to include more variety. The hottie gym trainer was there, but I only caught a brief glimpse of baby. Even though I was taking my time with my workout and shower, I was still out the door before 2pm. A crowded bus ride with the usual crowd from the projects rounded out the afternoon. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. The weather gradually began to clear up. Can you believe it? As for the evening, the phrase, "same ol' shit," is an accurate description.
"Do you know anything about pain and suffering? I do," Les the putz asked me the other day. I certainly have not experienced the kind of pain and suffering that the victims of empire have. However, I doubt that Les the putz has experienced much inconvenience except for the "crappy jobs that [he] had for 25 years." Les lives with his parents. He's about my age. No doubt, he has not had to worry about rent or mortgage payments. Neither has he had to eat beans and bread every day. Les the putz has had the luxury of home-cooked meals during his folly of peon wage slavery. What a putz.
I discovered that one of the many "condotel" units in the Aloha Surf has been sold. The unit is on the 8th floor. I was surprised considering that the unit sold for $162,000 or so. It has a higher maintenance fee and, being on a higher floor, it never attains full occupancy. Well, I suppose that the new owner will discover the folly of his (her) error soon enough.
My cheap Philips® earbud headphones have become intermittent. The right side keeps going out. I have tempted to tear the piece of shit apart. However, I have no replacement as yet. Obviously, the cheap $10 crapware was a poor investment. Oddly, my Norelco® electric shaver (also a Philips® product) is also giving me grief. The shaver, however, is over 23 years old. Moms gave me that shaver as a gift wat back when.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker gave out some time before 6pm. Thus, there was no way to download or "seed" any "torrents." There will be many unhappy hurdy-gurdy aficionados. Oh, the folly! Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
"Do you know anything about pain and suffering? I do," Les the putz asked me the other day. I certainly have not experienced the kind of pain and suffering that the victims of empire have. However, I doubt that Les the putz has experienced much inconvenience except for the "crappy jobs that [he] had for 25 years." Les lives with his parents. He's about my age. No doubt, he has not had to worry about rent or mortgage payments. Neither has he had to eat beans and bread every day. Les the putz has had the luxury of home-cooked meals during his folly of peon wage slavery. What a putz.
I discovered that one of the many "condotel" units in the Aloha Surf has been sold. The unit is on the 8th floor. I was surprised considering that the unit sold for $162,000 or so. It has a higher maintenance fee and, being on a higher floor, it never attains full occupancy. Well, I suppose that the new owner will discover the folly of his (her) error soon enough.
My cheap Philips® earbud headphones have become intermittent. The right side keeps going out. I have tempted to tear the piece of shit apart. However, I have no replacement as yet. Obviously, the cheap $10 crapware was a poor investment. Oddly, my Norelco® electric shaver (also a Philips® product) is also giving me grief. The shaver, however, is over 23 years old. Moms gave me that shaver as a gift wat back when.
The Pure T 'n A "torrent" tracker gave out some time before 6pm. Thus, there was no way to download or "seed" any "torrents." There will be many unhappy hurdy-gurdy aficionados. Oh, the folly! Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Squeaky Clean
Let's face it, we already know that another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has come and gone. We also already know the drill. However, what exactly goes through the cavernous reaches of the oversized cranium while trudging through his homeless guy itinerary?
For the most part, my mind is concentrating on the subtle aspects of the homeless guy emulation, specifically the tortuous experience of boredom and humiliation. The endless wandering with limited loitering locales pushes the envelope of sanity. I continuously make comparisons of myself and the real-life homeless. Often, I attempt to put myself in their shoes and hypothesize whether I would be able to survive under such conditions. However, there can no realism until I break the restrictions involving participation in food lines and actually sleeping in some filthy area with my sleeping bag. The emulation will remain essentially a farce until I drop the latter restrictions.
Lately, I have been fascinated by all of the trees in the Capitol district. Whenever I walk through the grounds, I peruse each tree carefully. In fact, I am in complete awe. Then, I contrast the natural beauty to the human-made concrete jungle that pretty much encircles the Capitol district. Frankly, I just want to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
The new showers at the downtown location of the gym are finally available for use. I cannot say that I was impressed. The water was lukewarm, and the water pressure has been set even lower than before. The spent water still piles up around the drains. Well, at the very least, the showers are squeaky clean.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. Incidentally, the landlord has served an eviction notice to the Asian babe in the end studio. The landlord will be moving into that unit at the beginning of March. In the meantime, the landlord is moving stuff into the first floor of the house. One of the landlord's friends is moving into one of the rooms on the first floor next month as well. He's an older guy, probably about my age. He's moving in because of some unforeseen circumstances. I'm sure that I will hear the details later. Well, the rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
For the most part, my mind is concentrating on the subtle aspects of the homeless guy emulation, specifically the tortuous experience of boredom and humiliation. The endless wandering with limited loitering locales pushes the envelope of sanity. I continuously make comparisons of myself and the real-life homeless. Often, I attempt to put myself in their shoes and hypothesize whether I would be able to survive under such conditions. However, there can no realism until I break the restrictions involving participation in food lines and actually sleeping in some filthy area with my sleeping bag. The emulation will remain essentially a farce until I drop the latter restrictions.
Lately, I have been fascinated by all of the trees in the Capitol district. Whenever I walk through the grounds, I peruse each tree carefully. In fact, I am in complete awe. Then, I contrast the natural beauty to the human-made concrete jungle that pretty much encircles the Capitol district. Frankly, I just want to "deliver street pizza," if you know what I mean.
The new showers at the downtown location of the gym are finally available for use. I cannot say that I was impressed. The water was lukewarm, and the water pressure has been set even lower than before. The spent water still piles up around the drains. Well, at the very least, the showers are squeaky clean.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 5pm. Incidentally, the landlord has served an eviction notice to the Asian babe in the end studio. The landlord will be moving into that unit at the beginning of March. In the meantime, the landlord is moving stuff into the first floor of the house. One of the landlord's friends is moving into one of the rooms on the first floor next month as well. He's an older guy, probably about my age. He's moving in because of some unforeseen circumstances. I'm sure that I will hear the details later. Well, the rest of the evening will be the same ol' shit.
Friday, February 22, 2008
A Good Son
After procuring my cup of coffee at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai, I was on my way. Moms was home when I arrived. Moms did not have to go shopping, so we did not embark on the usual itinerary. Moms opened a can of salmon for lunch, along with leftover Zippy's chili, rice, and fresh vegetables. I was able to spend more time chatting with moms. On a sad note, moms informed me that Aunty Margaret had passed on a few days ago. Moms had forgotten to tell me. Looks as though we will be attending yet another funeral, much to my chagrin.
I walked to the gym in Koko Marina after lunch. I did a slightly abridged version of my usual workout. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. On the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made another stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. Yes, Tina's® burritos for dinner again. I was back in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I was left with plenty of time to perform the dreaded laundry chores, albeit two days earlier than expected. As everyone can guess, the evening will be comprised of the same ol' shit.
Moms turned 86 years of age earlier this month. I have observed that moms is moving much slower with each passing day. And, moms has complained of being tired all the time in addition to experiencing increased arthritic pain. All of that has me concerned, but there's not much that I can do except to be a good son. All I know is that life is really short, and I can only do what I think is right. Otherwise, how could I live with myself?
I walked to the gym in Koko Marina after lunch. I did a slightly abridged version of my usual workout. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. On the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I made another stop at Safeway® in Kuapa Kai. Yes, Tina's® burritos for dinner again. I was back in Slob Manor by 3:30pm. I was left with plenty of time to perform the dreaded laundry chores, albeit two days earlier than expected. As everyone can guess, the evening will be comprised of the same ol' shit.
Moms turned 86 years of age earlier this month. I have observed that moms is moving much slower with each passing day. And, moms has complained of being tired all the time in addition to experiencing increased arthritic pain. All of that has me concerned, but there's not much that I can do except to be a good son. All I know is that life is really short, and I can only do what I think is right. Otherwise, how could I live with myself?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
By Hook or Crook
Oh yes, oh yes, another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has spit in the eye of its beholder. The itinerary? Same ol' shit. The only deviation from the "routine" was the restoration of my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. An Asian hottie cut my hair, and baby did a fine job. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, I rode the bus back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing).
I piddled around until 6:30pm, when all of the lights went out. I walked outside and observed that the whole neighborhood was dark. My only thought was that I would not be able to continue downloading hundreds of hurdy-gurdy "torrents." A few minutes later, I scrounged around to locate my LED flashlight. I cranked the handle a few times to charge the battery. I debated the idea of driving to Kahala Mall since there is not much else to do in the dark except to choke da chicken. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Well, the electric power was restored after 30 minutes of darkness. Thus, the evening "routine" will continue unabated. What "routine" is that? Same ol' shit, of course. With the "torrent" of activity, I have had little desire to wax philosophic. Wax on, wax off. That's as deep as Mr. Miyagi and the ol' lavahead dare venture.
Later, the ol' lavahead may offer his "two cents" on the idiotic presidential campaign. Right now, it looks as though Obama is being set up as the candidate of choice. However, he would not be surprised if McCain ends up in the Oval Office by "hook or crook."
I piddled around until 6:30pm, when all of the lights went out. I walked outside and observed that the whole neighborhood was dark. My only thought was that I would not be able to continue downloading hundreds of hurdy-gurdy "torrents." A few minutes later, I scrounged around to locate my LED flashlight. I cranked the handle a few times to charge the battery. I debated the idea of driving to Kahala Mall since there is not much else to do in the dark except to choke da chicken. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Well, the electric power was restored after 30 minutes of darkness. Thus, the evening "routine" will continue unabated. What "routine" is that? Same ol' shit, of course. With the "torrent" of activity, I have had little desire to wax philosophic. Wax on, wax off. That's as deep as Mr. Miyagi and the ol' lavahead dare venture.
Later, the ol' lavahead may offer his "two cents" on the idiotic presidential campaign. Right now, it looks as though Obama is being set up as the candidate of choice. However, he would not be surprised if McCain ends up in the Oval Office by "hook or crook."
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Computer Nerd
I visited with moms again in Hawai'i Kai this morning. Moms and I made the usual rounds at Koko Marina and Kuapa Kai including Longs® and Foodland. I stopped in Blockbuster® to terminate an account that I have never used (as per the exodus). Our last stop was at Zippy's to pick up a couple of spaghetti plate lunches.
I enjoyed my visit with moms today. We feasted on a delicious lunch. Moms also served up fresh vegetables and ahi poke, too. I was able to chat with moms and also help with a couple of chores. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. Moms packed a small container with rice and Zippy's chili for my dinner. Then, off I went. I made another stop in Kuapa Kai to return to Longs®. I am stocking up on food items whenever the latter is on sale.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. I ate my delicious dinner, courtesy moms, at 7pm. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit. No cheap boozin'. No mindless political or financial discourse. Perhaps I will download a few choice hurdy-gurdy "torrents.” Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!
Well, I finally figured out the "fix" for the port-forwarding1 problem in configuring µTorrent. The real solution requires that I force the router to assign a fixed IP address to my computer. Then, through the router's Web-based administration, I can set up a virtual server and dedicate a port for peer-to-peer connections. I have no intention of changing any IP settings on my computer. As senile as I am, I may forget about it and find myself in deep crap later on. So, I obtained my router-assigned IP address through the command line. I used that IP address to configure the router settings. The downside is that I will have check my actual IP address daily and possibly modify the router's virtual server settings. Currently, I am using a hard-wired LAN port on the wireless router, so I am almost certain that the LAN port's IP address will remain the same unless I reset the router. Oh, what a computer nerd I am!
1Port-forwarding is required for peer connections in a "torrent" client. Downloading files is still possible without peer connections, although the download speed may be slower. However, the most important aspect of allowing peer connections is the avoidance of being identified as a "leech." A long-term "leech" may eventually be banned.
I enjoyed my visit with moms today. We feasted on a delicious lunch. Moms also served up fresh vegetables and ahi poke, too. I was able to chat with moms and also help with a couple of chores. I walked to the gym in Koko Marina at 12:45pm. I did my usual workout. I walked back to say good-bye to moms. Moms packed a small container with rice and Zippy's chili for my dinner. Then, off I went. I made another stop in Kuapa Kai to return to Longs®. I am stocking up on food items whenever the latter is on sale.
I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:30pm. I piddled around for the rest of the afternoon. I ate my delicious dinner, courtesy moms, at 7pm. The rest of the evening? Same ol' shit. No cheap boozin'. No mindless political or financial discourse. Perhaps I will download a few choice hurdy-gurdy "torrents.” Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaaa!
Well, I finally figured out the "fix" for the port-forwarding1 problem in configuring µTorrent. The real solution requires that I force the router to assign a fixed IP address to my computer. Then, through the router's Web-based administration, I can set up a virtual server and dedicate a port for peer-to-peer connections. I have no intention of changing any IP settings on my computer. As senile as I am, I may forget about it and find myself in deep crap later on. So, I obtained my router-assigned IP address through the command line. I used that IP address to configure the router settings. The downside is that I will have check my actual IP address daily and possibly modify the router's virtual server settings. Currently, I am using a hard-wired LAN port on the wireless router, so I am almost certain that the LAN port's IP address will remain the same unless I reset the router. Oh, what a computer nerd I am!
1Port-forwarding is required for peer connections in a "torrent" client. Downloading files is still possible without peer connections, although the download speed may be slower. However, the most important aspect of allowing peer connections is the avoidance of being identified as a "leech." A long-term "leech" may eventually be banned.
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