In the late part of the afternoon yesterday, I walked downstairs to the kitchen in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). When I opened the door, I espied a twenty-something haole (read: Caucasian) chick putting food into the fridge. She introduced herself as Marion, the new tenant. Apparently, one of the other tenants moved out. I never updated the "blog" readership about the other tenants aside from the Indian guy and the Chinaman. There's another older guy, a haole, who rides a scooter for transportation. The tenant who moved out was twenty-something guy. He was hardly ever at Slob Manor. My guess is that he did not find the place to be conducive to his age group. Frankly, I doubt that Marion will stay longer than a month or two.
Moms and I made the rounds around Hawai'i Kai in my Nissan® Frontier truck. We visited Longs® in Kuapa Kai and Foodland in Koko Marina. Moms and I ate our Panda Express® plate lunches in the outdoor courtyard in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Moms also purchased fresh produce at the local Farmer's Market. I was able to chat with moms briefly before departing at 12:50pm.
I spent a little time at Koko Head Park before heading to the gym in Koko Marina. I did my usual cardio workout. Then, I made one last stop at Safeway®. So far, no changes in the current diet are slated. I will finish off the month by eating the same ol' poisoned food. Once back in Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I performed the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Moms mentioned that my sister-in-law is actively pursuing a lawsuit against the House of Lolo. My sister-in-law apparently works for a law firm and has asked one of the attorneys to take up the case. The lawsuit allegedly is seeking a large sum of money in punitive damages to be split 50-50 between moms and my bro. Is that why my bro has not been expressing any vocal opposition lately? I told moms that the damages should be awarded only to her. Well, we will have to wait and see what happens next.
Well, I have weaned myself of coffee. Over three weeks have gone by, and I cannot really say that I miss my former favorite beverage. Strange how my tastes have changed. At one time, coffee was a luxury that I was not willing to give up. Now, I could care less. The same goes for cheap booze. However, I am finding myself imbibing more often than I should, albeit much less frequently than in the old days. I have no idea why. I really no longer enjoy the cheap booze sensation. Emancipation from all kinds of slavery is possible, only if we are willing to see that the weak mind is what really keeps us captive.
How about hurdy-gurdy addiction? No such a thing. Downloading hurdy-gurdy "torrents" is just a mechanical task. In fact, most of the hurdy-gurdy videos are formulaic. Same ol' shit, just like the homeless guy emulation. Since the babe situation has been a "done deal" for the ol' lavahead for a long time, the issue is moot. Believe me, there's no chicken chokin' going on in my squalid room. I'm not even sure if the Vienna Sausage is still operational. Sheesh!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Food Mini-Crisis
When I think about, I realize that I have been living "high on the hog" in direct conflict with the homeless guy emulation. I certainly did not observe any of the homeless in Macy's® last night. I doubt that any of the homeless would be interested in purchasing a DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). What exactly am I doing? Why am I deviating from the homeless guy emulation?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been exorcised from the present. The itinerary and routine was the same as always. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired, leaving me with little for discussion. Alas, all is better that way.
Well, my latest brainstorm for dinner ideas has left me befuddled. I am thinking of purchasing packaged green salad mix, Ahi Poke, and Mussel Poke. I can serve up green salad, poke, and a couple of slices of bread. The various types of poke are far more inexpensive than salmon. Then, what will I grill on my new DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and Panini press (made in China)? Perhaps I can grill a few Panini sandwiches, eh?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been exorcised from the present. The itinerary and routine was the same as always. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary transpired, leaving me with little for discussion. Alas, all is better that way.
Well, my latest brainstorm for dinner ideas has left me befuddled. I am thinking of purchasing packaged green salad mix, Ahi Poke, and Mussel Poke. I can serve up green salad, poke, and a couple of slices of bread. The various types of poke are far more inexpensive than salmon. Then, what will I grill on my new DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and Panini press (made in China)? Perhaps I can grill a few Panini sandwiches, eh?
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Panini Putz
Wow! The new Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand) sound fabulous. The sound is much smoother even though the latter are definitely cheap (i.e., $8) headphones. Well, that gave me reason to pop the cork on the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay. Oops! There's no cork on the new Corbett Canyon line. I unscrewed the cheap metal cap instead. I also goosestepped around my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to commemorate my latest monk haircut that makes me look like some kind of Nazi. I'm livin' large in a small way!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has nearly been incarcerated. I was under surveillance by a State Sheriff deputy while I sat and ate my brunch (read: granola sans water) on one of the benches adjacent to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. He parked his squad car on the grass about 30 yards away. Later, he moved the squad car to better vantage point. I have, in the past few weeks, noticed some suspicious activity. A young kid was checking his hidden "stash" in the roots of one of the trees. A derelict on his bicycle made a suspicious pickup of a large plastic bag hidden in the lush ferns. Where was the deputy then?
I spent about four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. My personal research has now brought me to the topic of Iran. I am reading the book, "The Iranians: Persia, Islam and the Soul of a Nation," authored by Sandra Mackey. The first few chapters cover the history of Iran, or should I say, the early Persian Empire. Really, it's the history of the entire Middle East. The sheer number of empires and dynasties that have swept through the Middle East is mind boggling.
I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:50pm. I had purchased about three cans of Dennison's® vegetarian chili beans. As I choked down the Bisphenol-A-laced beans for dinner, I kept wondering when I will invoke my change of diet. Yet, the cost of food has been prohibitive. Take fresh salmon, for example. Farmed (read: mercury-saturated) salmon is now about $10 per pound. Fresh wild salmon is about $13 per pound. That's about $5 per pound higher than just two months ago. Rice, by the way, is now $12 for a 20-pound sack. Two years ago, I paid about $5 for the same sack. Prices will continue to rise even though the Fed has temporarily kept short-term interest rates unchanged. The effect on the market lags by a few months. Incidentally, petrol is now at $4.36 per gallon of the lowest octane.
I made a jaunt to Kahala Mall this evening, specifically to visit Macy's®. I departed at 8:10pm. Once I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck, I ended up in the home and kitchen department. After little deliberation, I decided to purchase the DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). It was on sale for $60 (and an additional ten percent off with a special coupon). Was the latter a wise purchase? I am not certain about what I can afford to grill. I also made token visits to Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The mall was packed with shoppers, so I really did not stay there very long. When I returned to Slob Manor, I was comforted in knowing that I still had half the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay (read: the "Hammer") chilling in the fridge. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has nearly been incarcerated. I was under surveillance by a State Sheriff deputy while I sat and ate my brunch (read: granola sans water) on one of the benches adjacent to the Korean and Vietnam War Memorial. He parked his squad car on the grass about 30 yards away. Later, he moved the squad car to better vantage point. I have, in the past few weeks, noticed some suspicious activity. A young kid was checking his hidden "stash" in the roots of one of the trees. A derelict on his bicycle made a suspicious pickup of a large plastic bag hidden in the lush ferns. Where was the deputy then?
I spent about four hours in the inner courtyard of the library. My personal research has now brought me to the topic of Iran. I am reading the book, "The Iranians: Persia, Islam and the Soul of a Nation," authored by Sandra Mackey. The first few chapters cover the history of Iran, or should I say, the early Persian Empire. Really, it's the history of the entire Middle East. The sheer number of empires and dynasties that have swept through the Middle East is mind boggling.
I did my usual workout at the gym before returning to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:50pm. I had purchased about three cans of Dennison's® vegetarian chili beans. As I choked down the Bisphenol-A-laced beans for dinner, I kept wondering when I will invoke my change of diet. Yet, the cost of food has been prohibitive. Take fresh salmon, for example. Farmed (read: mercury-saturated) salmon is now about $10 per pound. Fresh wild salmon is about $13 per pound. That's about $5 per pound higher than just two months ago. Rice, by the way, is now $12 for a 20-pound sack. Two years ago, I paid about $5 for the same sack. Prices will continue to rise even though the Fed has temporarily kept short-term interest rates unchanged. The effect on the market lags by a few months. Incidentally, petrol is now at $4.36 per gallon of the lowest octane.
I made a jaunt to Kahala Mall this evening, specifically to visit Macy's®. I departed at 8:10pm. Once I parked my Nissan® Frontier truck, I ended up in the home and kitchen department. After little deliberation, I decided to purchase the DeLonghi® "retro" all-in-one contact grill and panini press (made in China). It was on sale for $60 (and an additional ten percent off with a special coupon). Was the latter a wise purchase? I am not certain about what I can afford to grill. I also made token visits to Longs® and Barnes & Noble®. The mall was packed with shoppers, so I really did not stay there very long. When I returned to Slob Manor, I was comforted in knowing that I still had half the bottle of Corbett Canyon Chardonnay (read: the "Hammer") chilling in the fridge. Sheesh!
Friday, June 27, 2008
Home of the Homeless Homeys
I neglected to mention yesterday that I restored my monk haircut at the Institute of Hair Design. The stylist cut my hair much shorter than usual. Now, I look like some kind of Nazi. Well, all the better when I ride the bus with all of the dumbkopfs.
Moms, my Nissan® Frontier truck, and I made the rounds in Hawai'i Kai including the usual places such as Longs® in Kuapa Kai. and Foodland in Koko Marina. We also stopped by Zippy's and Kozo Sushi in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served hot dogs along with fresh vegetables and Zippy's chili and rice. For dessert moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms briefly before departing at 12:40pm.
I spent about 20 minutes at Koko Head Park, that is, until I could no longer tolerate the myriad flies and ants. I drove back to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking adjacent to the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, off I went to Kuapa Kai. My first stop was Longs®. I purchased a $9 set of Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand). I also purchased a $3 bottle of the "Hammer" (read: Corbett Canyon Chardonnay). I then shopped for a few grocery items at Safeway®. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:40pm, just in time to engage in the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Sitemeter has been tracking a large number of visitors to the "blog." Limited information about visitors is also available on the Feedjit® box in the right-hand column. Sadly, after sifting through the information, I discovered that there are one or to legitimate visitors per day. Sadly, the rest are all image searches for young hotties. Even sadder is that the illegitimate visitors are using up my limited "bandwidth" from shitty host Photobucket. I will have to lock out the "blog" from all Web search engines.
I may have found a clue to the conundrum of the real predictor short-term interest rates as interpreted by the Fed. Here is an excerpt from an article titled,"," that appeared on the [deleted] site:
And, finally, the moment of truth has arrived ... "Homeless people living in cars and motorhomes across the US are being joined by a new breed: the middle class." That's the crux of the article titled, "Credit crunch forcing US middle classes to live in their cars," which appeared on the Guardian UK site. The article continued, "As mortgage foreclosures continue to rise, growing numbers of middle-class professionals are losing their homes and downsizing from four bedrooms to four wheels." Says it all, doesn't it? I had better hold on to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
Moms, my Nissan® Frontier truck, and I made the rounds in Hawai'i Kai including the usual places such as Longs® in Kuapa Kai. and Foodland in Koko Marina. We also stopped by Zippy's and Kozo Sushi in Koko Marina. For lunch, moms served hot dogs along with fresh vegetables and Zippy's chili and rice. For dessert moms served Foremost® coffee ice cream. I chatted with moms briefly before departing at 12:40pm.
I spent about 20 minutes at Koko Head Park, that is, until I could no longer tolerate the myriad flies and ants. I drove back to Koko Marina, but I ended up parking adjacent to the library. I did my usual workout at the gym. Then, off I went to Kuapa Kai. My first stop was Longs®. I purchased a $9 set of Sony® earbud headphones (made in Thailand). I also purchased a $3 bottle of the "Hammer" (read: Corbett Canyon Chardonnay). I then shopped for a few grocery items at Safeway®. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3:40pm, just in time to engage in the dreaded laundry chores. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
Sitemeter has been tracking a large number of visitors to the "blog." Limited information about visitors is also available on the Feedjit® box in the right-hand column. Sadly, after sifting through the information, I discovered that there are one or to legitimate visitors per day. Sadly, the rest are all image searches for young hotties. Even sadder is that the illegitimate visitors are using up my limited "bandwidth" from shitty host Photobucket. I will have to lock out the "blog" from all Web search engines.
I may have found a clue to the conundrum of the real predictor short-term interest rates as interpreted by the Fed. Here is an excerpt from an article titled,"," that appeared on the [deleted] site:
Far from "collective resolve," the world's two major financial authorities are working in opposite directions. While the Fed lowered interest rates in response to the subprime financial crisis, the European Central Bank (ECB) refused to follow suit and may lift its base rate by 0.25 percentage points next week.The last paragraph holds the key. The only kind of "inflation" that the Fed will react toward is an increase in wages. That's right. Like the ECB, the Fed will risk a punitive recession in order to fight wage increases. Thus, we must continue to expect more downward pressure on short-term interest rates in the near future. And, with the upcoming incursion into Iraq, there is no way that short-term interest rates could move higher than what it is now. We are at the optimal "war level."
Consumer inflation in the euro-zone nations rose at an annual rate of 3.7 percent in May, well above the ECB's target of 2 percent. The ECB is looking to launch a pre-emptive strike against demands for increased wages.
"In particular, wage growth may be stronger than anticipated, given high rates of capacity utilisation and a tight labour market," ECB governor Jean-Claude Trichet said. "In this context, the risk of triggering an inflationary wage-price spiral is particularly acute," he said, especially where wages are indexed to inflation.
In other words, faced with a growing movement of the European working class to maintain living standards against inflation, the ECB will lift interest rates to induce a recession.
And, finally, the moment of truth has arrived ... "Homeless people living in cars and motorhomes across the US are being joined by a new breed: the middle class." That's the crux of the article titled, "Credit crunch forcing US middle classes to live in their cars," which appeared on the Guardian UK site. The article continued, "As mortgage foreclosures continue to rise, growing numbers of middle-class professionals are losing their homes and downsizing from four bedrooms to four wheels." Says it all, doesn't it? I had better hold on to my Nissan® Frontier truck.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Nonsensical Tidbits
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has ... Wait! A quote is in order here. "Perhaps we've realized that blogging every day isn't as fun as it sounds. A happened-upon red swirl of autumn leaves before a backdrop of unusually artful East Vancouver graffiti may very well be a blog-worthy topic. Life's minor muses are perhaps what inspire the pleasure blogger to pick up a keyboard in the first place, but it actually takes work to develop new material on a regular basis. No, writing never becomes easy no matter how long you do it," opined Rob Peters in the article titled, "The Death of Pleasure Blogging," that appeared on The Tyee site. Are we there yet?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has dragged on and on. I was very fatigued because the Indian guy was up at 4am this morning making all kinds of noise. Apparently, his internal clock is set to another time zone. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit, although I was in a zombie-like state all day.
My days now find me embroiled in personal outrage over a society close to the brink of anarchy. I can make no sense of anything:
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has dragged on and on. I was very fatigued because the Indian guy was up at 4am this morning making all kinds of noise. Apparently, his internal clock is set to another time zone. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit, although I was in a zombie-like state all day.
My days now find me embroiled in personal outrage over a society close to the brink of anarchy. I can make no sense of anything:
- I have seen a number of 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobile) still parading around with plastic "American" flags (made in China) jutting above their rooflines. What kind of stupidity is that? Do peon citizens in other nations drive around with their country's flag mounted on their 4000-pound motorized chairs?
- I have noticed that, as the bus becomes more crowded along a particular route, the passengers feel more inclined to "spread their wings." It is common to see passengers sprawled out on three or four seats taking a nap. Backpacks and large luggage are left in the middle of the access aisle. I read in a recent newspaper article that the same phenomenon is occurring on passenger airlines.
- I am having a difficult time fathoming the idea of being slowly poisoned by the food that I am consuming. Do the elite class eat the same kinds of food? Are they subject to rotting fresh fruit or decomposed canned beans? Yet, we, the rank-and-file peons are forced to eat that crap. I am now wondering whether I can live off of fresh vegetables and granola alone.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Stasis in Chaos
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has streaked by unnoticed. The itinerary, the routine, the agony ... exactly the same as yesterday. Need I say more? When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that the Indian guy had returned from his vacation. The peace and quiet was nice while it lasted. Once again, I ate the usual "rations" (read: decomposed beans and bread) for dinner. I was appalled to discover that the last Fuji apple which I had purchased from Foodland had gone bad. In fact, even the oranges are pathetic. The core looked and tasted as if it were freeze-dried. I am not certain if I can trust the produce at Foodland anymore.
The Fed did not raise short-term interest rates as it was hinting at a week or so ago. There is not going to be any relief from the effects of hyperinflation either. It is my guess that, after this short break of low and steady rates, the Fed will be forced to continue dropping short-term interest rates to zero percent. Dropping interest rates simply means flooding the "system" with more devalued dollars.
The "condotel" unit was just $50 shy of breaking even last month. I am truly grateful to the management team headed by Aqua Aloha Surf general manager, Ke Ali'i. They are literally "squeezing blood from a turnip." I am able to enjoy a little bit of stasis in the midst of chaos.
The Fed did not raise short-term interest rates as it was hinting at a week or so ago. There is not going to be any relief from the effects of hyperinflation either. It is my guess that, after this short break of low and steady rates, the Fed will be forced to continue dropping short-term interest rates to zero percent. Dropping interest rates simply means flooding the "system" with more devalued dollars.
The "condotel" unit was just $50 shy of breaking even last month. I am truly grateful to the management team headed by Aqua Aloha Surf general manager, Ke Ali'i. They are literally "squeezing blood from a turnip." I am able to enjoy a little bit of stasis in the midst of chaos.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Punishment
Seeing the earbud flying across my squalid room after its wire tether snapped after being repeatly whacked against the side of the desk was truly a testament to the poor quality of the Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China). I had taken great care to not put any stress on the cheap earbud headphones, but the piece of crap became intermittent anyway. I was betrayed, so I had to "punish" the earbud headphones. Now, I can no longer listen to Net Radio.
After I had calmed down, I wondered whether the rage that had erupted like an exploding volcano was induced by the gale force winds blowing dirt and dust in the "wind tunnel" or whether it was part of the on-going detoxification process. Who knows?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "punished." The same grueling homeless guy itinerary was followed. Nothing out of the ordinary ensued. My only point of contention was that the downtown gym is now using the same foul-smelling liquid soap as the gym in Hawai'i Kai. I was fortunate to find one shower stall with remnants of the old soap. I assume that I will now have to carry my own body wash, which will add to the weight and bulk of my gym bag. The stinky liquid soap is, no doubt, a cost-cutting measure. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at the usual time.
I have two cans left of the overcooked and decomposing beans after choking down the contents of one can this evening. I can safely say that I am ready for the upcoming food crisis. The volume and subjective quality of the food that I consume is unacceptable by the masses. However, I will most likely be able to sustain myself much longer than the others who are living "high on the hog." They will not be able to bring themselves to eat "rations," just as they cannot stop driving their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles).
My goal, of course, is to cut back even more so, as well as to continue to divest my useless possessions. In the past few days, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about dumping everything that I own except for the barest of necessities. The process has only been academic so far. However, the time is rapidly approaching when I will no longer be able to tolerate any form of consumerism or the so-called "ownership society." I will probably just lose it and dump all of the crap in the rubbish can. More "punishment."
Back in March of this year, I was inclined to compose a brief retrospective about pops' time on Kwajalein Island after receiving a form letter communication from one Al Frowiss. I just happened to find a brief article titled, "Postcard from ... Kwajalein," by Andre Vitchek that appeared on the Foreign Policy in Focus site. Little wonder why the Marshallese are flocking to Hawai'i.
After I had calmed down, I wondered whether the rage that had erupted like an exploding volcano was induced by the gale force winds blowing dirt and dust in the "wind tunnel" or whether it was part of the on-going detoxification process. Who knows?
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been "punished." The same grueling homeless guy itinerary was followed. Nothing out of the ordinary ensued. My only point of contention was that the downtown gym is now using the same foul-smelling liquid soap as the gym in Hawai'i Kai. I was fortunate to find one shower stall with remnants of the old soap. I assume that I will now have to carry my own body wash, which will add to the weight and bulk of my gym bag. The stinky liquid soap is, no doubt, a cost-cutting measure. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at the usual time.
I have two cans left of the overcooked and decomposing beans after choking down the contents of one can this evening. I can safely say that I am ready for the upcoming food crisis. The volume and subjective quality of the food that I consume is unacceptable by the masses. However, I will most likely be able to sustain myself much longer than the others who are living "high on the hog." They will not be able to bring themselves to eat "rations," just as they cannot stop driving their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles).
My goal, of course, is to cut back even more so, as well as to continue to divest my useless possessions. In the past few days, I have had recurring intrusive thoughts about dumping everything that I own except for the barest of necessities. The process has only been academic so far. However, the time is rapidly approaching when I will no longer be able to tolerate any form of consumerism or the so-called "ownership society." I will probably just lose it and dump all of the crap in the rubbish can. More "punishment."
Back in March of this year, I was inclined to compose a brief retrospective about pops' time on Kwajalein Island after receiving a form letter communication from one Al Frowiss. I just happened to find a brief article titled, "Postcard from ... Kwajalein," by Andre Vitchek that appeared on the Foreign Policy in Focus site. Little wonder why the Marshallese are flocking to Hawai'i.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Earbud Catastrophe
I departed for Hawai'i Kai at 8:50am. My first stop was Ross® in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. I had to wait 30 minutes before the store opened. I returned the luggage that was hastily purchased when moms was evicted by my bro. I had thought of storing the luggage as a contingency. However, I realized that long storage would most likely cause the exposed metal parts to rust and corrode. The latter is a common problem in Hawai'i.
Moms was home when I finally arrived at 10am. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Then, we walked to Yummy's Korean Barbeque to procure our plate lunches. We brought the plate lunches back to the house. Moms served fresh vegetables, too. However, the Yummy's plate lunches are quite generous. For dessert, moms served Cinnamon Rolls. After lunch, I chatted with moms until 12:40pm.
I spent an hour or so at Koko Head Park. I am compelled to view some kind of natural scenery every day. I observed a number of visitors to the park. However, most of them either sat in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) or spent only a few minutes in the park before seeking the cocoon-like safety of their 4000-pound motorized chairs.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. After the gym, I stopped by Foodland to purchase a couple of items. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, although I only had a small load. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
The Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China) have been destroyed. After tolerating the intermittent sound for too long, I repeatedly whacked the earbuds against the cheesy Slob Manor desk. Finally, the earbuds separated from the wires. I then continued to terrorize the headphones until it was unrecognizable. Then, I unceremoniously threw the piece of crap in the trash. If only I had a digital camera to record these searing moments in history, I said to myself.
Well, obviously, there have been no takers for the "condotel" unit. Several other "owners" have become desperate enough to lower their selling prices to a ridiculous level. Even then, the units have not sold. I have decided not to join the fray, at least not yet. I am already incurring losses, thanks to the crashing tourist industry. However, I do not want to assume one huge loss right now by selling in desperation. I may end up waiting until year 2012 before there is a slight recovery in the real estate market. That's a long time from now.
Moms was home when I finally arrived at 10am. Moms and I drove to Koko Marina. Moms shopped for groceries at Foodland. Then, we walked to Yummy's Korean Barbeque to procure our plate lunches. We brought the plate lunches back to the house. Moms served fresh vegetables, too. However, the Yummy's plate lunches are quite generous. For dessert, moms served Cinnamon Rolls. After lunch, I chatted with moms until 12:40pm.
I spent an hour or so at Koko Head Park. I am compelled to view some kind of natural scenery every day. I observed a number of visitors to the park. However, most of them either sat in their 4000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles) or spent only a few minutes in the park before seeking the cocoon-like safety of their 4000-pound motorized chairs.
I drove to Koko Marina and found shaded parking in the parking structure. I walked to the gym and did my usual cardio workout. After the gym, I stopped by Foodland to purchase a couple of items. I was back in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 4:30pm. I performed the dreaded laundry chores, although I only had a small load. The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
The Phillips® earbud headphones (made in China) have been destroyed. After tolerating the intermittent sound for too long, I repeatedly whacked the earbuds against the cheesy Slob Manor desk. Finally, the earbuds separated from the wires. I then continued to terrorize the headphones until it was unrecognizable. Then, I unceremoniously threw the piece of crap in the trash. If only I had a digital camera to record these searing moments in history, I said to myself.
Well, obviously, there have been no takers for the "condotel" unit. Several other "owners" have become desperate enough to lower their selling prices to a ridiculous level. Even then, the units have not sold. I have decided not to join the fray, at least not yet. I am already incurring losses, thanks to the crashing tourist industry. However, I do not want to assume one huge loss right now by selling in desperation. I may end up waiting until year 2012 before there is a slight recovery in the real estate market. That's a long time from now.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Lamp-Baked Sunday
Did you check out the hurdy-gurdy site for old codgers? Perhaps I should apply for a wage slave position there. I could be one of the cast of old codgers. That's the kind of job the ol' lavahead would really enjoy. Imagine doin' da wild thing with all of those young hotties and drawing a salary. Sheesh!
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been lamp-baked to perfection. The highlight of the day was when I was at the gym and espied the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I have two chapters remaining in my reading of Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." I did not realize the significance of Lebanon's history, especially that pertaining to the Palestinians. The history of Lebanon is essentially the history of the Palestinians after their forced ejection from what is now the State of Israel (not to confused with "God's chosen nation"). Interspersed, of course, is the on-going sectarian civil war, the most recent decades having been fueled by the Israeli Zionists.
Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-Sunday has been lamp-baked to perfection. The highlight of the day was when I was at the gym and espied the hottie gym trainer. Baby was looking mighty fine. The rest of the day was the same ol' shit.
Incidentally, I neglected to mention that I have two chapters remaining in my reading of Robert Fisk's book, "Pity the Nation." I did not realize the significance of Lebanon's history, especially that pertaining to the Palestinians. The history of Lebanon is essentially the history of the Palestinians after their forced ejection from what is now the State of Israel (not to confused with "God's chosen nation"). Interspersed, of course, is the on-going sectarian civil war, the most recent decades having been fueled by the Israeli Zionists.
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Tidbits du Jour
How would you like your chicken? Lamp-baked or choked? Another homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day has been asphyxiated. The homeless guy routine and itinerary were followed precisely. Alas, a near-perfect homeless guy emulation kind-of-a-day. The only out-of-normal event was when I ran into the Brazilian hottie Diploma Mill student just outside the gym. Baby used to work in the student lab adjacent to the faculty computer room. She also works out at the gym, which is why baby is a hottie. I chatted with her briefly.
Since nothing drastic transpired today, then I might as well cover a few tidbits. The Indian guy, Sushant, has been gone for two weeks now. From what I understand, he's on vacation in India. I have had the whole second floor of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to myself. Obviously, I am not "spreading my wings." I remain in my squalid room. I cleaned the whole bathroom just after he left. Surprisingly, it has stayed absolutely clean for the duration. Normally, the bathroom is a complete mess within a day or so after cleaning.
I had mentioned a few days ago that the gym is my last pleasurable activity remaining. On second thought, I am not too certain about how pleasurable my gym workouts are. Although I have toned down the intensity of my workouts (as a function of age), I can still say that the workouts are more painful than pleasurable. I cannot compare my weight workout with, say, lapsing in and out of a coma in a plush chair.
I suffered a minor bout of my daily headache again. It seems as though the duration is decreasing each day, no doubt as the detoxification process continues. I am still feeling fatigued and lethargic, though. Perhaps that's normal for a senior citizen.
The weather has been strange all week. The gale force winds are back. In addition, there's been rain almost every night. The ambient temperature is fairly cool as opposed to what it's supposed to be like in the Summer.
Finally, I have given up on the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I can tell, Toshiba® Support has abandoned its customers. Windows® Vista works just fine for me as it is. So, the SP1 upgrade issue has been mummified.
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Since nothing drastic transpired today, then I might as well cover a few tidbits. The Indian guy, Sushant, has been gone for two weeks now. From what I understand, he's on vacation in India. I have had the whole second floor of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) to myself. Obviously, I am not "spreading my wings." I remain in my squalid room. I cleaned the whole bathroom just after he left. Surprisingly, it has stayed absolutely clean for the duration. Normally, the bathroom is a complete mess within a day or so after cleaning.
I had mentioned a few days ago that the gym is my last pleasurable activity remaining. On second thought, I am not too certain about how pleasurable my gym workouts are. Although I have toned down the intensity of my workouts (as a function of age), I can still say that the workouts are more painful than pleasurable. I cannot compare my weight workout with, say, lapsing in and out of a coma in a plush chair.
I suffered a minor bout of my daily headache again. It seems as though the duration is decreasing each day, no doubt as the detoxification process continues. I am still feeling fatigued and lethargic, though. Perhaps that's normal for a senior citizen.
The weather has been strange all week. The gale force winds are back. In addition, there's been rain almost every night. The ambient temperature is fairly cool as opposed to what it's supposed to be like in the Summer.
Finally, I have given up on the Windows® Vista SP1 update. From what I can tell, Toshiba® Support has abandoned its customers. Windows® Vista works just fine for me as it is. So, the SP1 upgrade issue has been mummified.
Ol Lavahead's Hurdy-Gurdy Site Mini-Review: Now, old codgers need not be left out of the action anymore. The Oldje site pairs old codgers with young hotties for extremely hot action. With the upcoming boom in senior citizens, the Oldje site has huge potential. Join now!
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