An uneventful day ... no crowds, no stress, no nothing. I followed the usual urban nomad itinerary, but I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) before 3pm, much earlier than usual. Of course, I immediately locked myself in my squalid room. I ate the leftover turkey and dressing that I had saved from yesterday. I have to admit that the dinner was delicious.
A strange car was parked in the driveway, specifically in the Indian guy's usual spot. I observed that it was a company vehicle with the AECOM® logo on the side. The Indian guy is employed by the firm. However, the Indian guy was nowhere to be found. The landlord had mentioned that the Indian guy was supposed to come by to pay his overdue rent. The landlord was nowhere to be found either. From what I understand, the Indian guy may be moving out as early as this weekend.
Well, my massive hurdy-gurdy collection is now down to an all-time low of 120 titles. I don't know if it can get much lower than that. Otherwise, there would be no purpose for my expensive Seagate® FreeAgent Go® 640GB portable hard drive, eh?
Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
No-Holiday Holiday 2010
I followed what would normally be a Sunday urban nomad itinerary because of the No-Holiday Holiday. An explanation of my disdain for this particular holiday is to be found in the "blog" of last year. Ala Moana Center was fairly crowded this morning considering that only three stores were open (i.e., Long®, Foodland, and the ABC Store). Not even the Makai Market was open. Sears® was also open later for a half-day. People are just itching to spend lots of money, eh?
After my workout at the gym, I ended up back at Ala Moana Center. The place was quite crowded by then. I reluctantly purchased a meatloaf local-style bento from Foodland. I had no choice since none of the food outlets were open. I had actually planned to stop in Waikiki because almost all of the stores were open there, but I thought better of the idea when I realized how unnerving the experience would be.
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that someone was cooking a turkey. I then decided to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck, a task that I do not care to perform anymore. The landlord briefly chatted with me while I was outside. She said that she cooked the turkey for all of us in the dysfunctional Slob Manor household. A few minutes later, Alan came back from grocery shopping. He had purchased a couple of pies and other goodies to go with the meal.
Since I already had purchased my dinner, I simply packed away a plateful of turkey and dressing to eat tomorrow. I ate my meatloaf dinner in my squalid room. Alan ate his turkey dinner alone in the dining area. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object were locked away in his squalid room. The landlord had tried to call them, but no one answered the phone.
The landlord was in and out a couple of times to finish the preparation of the turkey. She also told me that the Indian guy is most likely moving out very soon. The Indian guy has not been seen in Slob Manor for almost two weeks. He is apparently staying at his babe's place. I mentioned the news to Alan. He seemed joyful. However, Alan doesn't realize that Joseph and his limerant object will commandeer the entire house once the Indian guy is gone.
And, Alan just can't seem to believe that there's more going on between Joseph and his limerant object than meets the eye. Last night, the love birds (read: fuck buddies) spent hours in the second floor common area with the lights off. Then, the limerant object spent the night in Joseph's room. "But she said that she has never slept with him," Alan retorted. The floor in Joseph's room is pretty hard, I rebutted. He should also ask himself why Joseph and his limerant object have nowhere to go for the holiday. The limerant object is a local girl. Where's her family? Where are their friends?
Briana Banks
Well, I discussed all of that before in the "blog." The limerant object hangs out only with one person, that is, Joseph. She never goes out without him. She has no babe friends, which is very odd. The only person she calls on her cell phone is Joseph. What is even more odd is that she is a hottie, with the kind of Briana Banks figure (i.e., thin with a large bustline) that guys would kill for. Yet, there are no guys calling her. Nada. Does Alan notice any of that? Did he happen to observe the limerant object doing Joseph's laundry, something that she told Alan that she would never stoop low enough to perform.
I am not sure whether Alan knows that babes lie a lot, especially to guys. I have no idea why babes feel the need to lie incessantly, but they do regardless. It's even worse when a guy is in a "relationship" with a babe. I am certain that many guys would beg to differ. However, most of the dissenters are probably the typical "nice guy." Previously, in my ignorance, I attributed the dishonesty of babes to some kind of genetic disposition along with an unhealthy dose of Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline Christianity, and Islam) nonsense. In my more enlightened state, I am more inclined to believe that babes have been "socialized" with stereotypical "female" characteristics as established by a chauvinistic paternal antecedent.
Later, Joseph cooked his own elegant meal for both himself and his limerant object. Both of them ignored the food that the landlord had prepared. From my squalid room, I could hear the limerant object swooning over her Iraqi chef. I could hear the hot oil sizzling as he deep-fried his tasty "terrorist" treat. I tried to imagine the sheer power that he exerted over his frying pan.
The highlight of my day was when I installed the much-awaited updates for MeeGo® on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. Sadly, none of the aesthetic problems were resolved, most of which were actually regressions from the last version. Maybe next month's updates will be more promising.
After my workout at the gym, I ended up back at Ala Moana Center. The place was quite crowded by then. I reluctantly purchased a meatloaf local-style bento from Foodland. I had no choice since none of the food outlets were open. I had actually planned to stop in Waikiki because almost all of the stores were open there, but I thought better of the idea when I realized how unnerving the experience would be.
When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I noticed that someone was cooking a turkey. I then decided to wash my Nissan® Frontier truck, a task that I do not care to perform anymore. The landlord briefly chatted with me while I was outside. She said that she cooked the turkey for all of us in the dysfunctional Slob Manor household. A few minutes later, Alan came back from grocery shopping. He had purchased a couple of pies and other goodies to go with the meal.
Since I already had purchased my dinner, I simply packed away a plateful of turkey and dressing to eat tomorrow. I ate my meatloaf dinner in my squalid room. Alan ate his turkey dinner alone in the dining area. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object were locked away in his squalid room. The landlord had tried to call them, but no one answered the phone.
The landlord was in and out a couple of times to finish the preparation of the turkey. She also told me that the Indian guy is most likely moving out very soon. The Indian guy has not been seen in Slob Manor for almost two weeks. He is apparently staying at his babe's place. I mentioned the news to Alan. He seemed joyful. However, Alan doesn't realize that Joseph and his limerant object will commandeer the entire house once the Indian guy is gone.
And, Alan just can't seem to believe that there's more going on between Joseph and his limerant object than meets the eye. Last night, the love birds (read: fuck buddies) spent hours in the second floor common area with the lights off. Then, the limerant object spent the night in Joseph's room. "But she said that she has never slept with him," Alan retorted. The floor in Joseph's room is pretty hard, I rebutted. He should also ask himself why Joseph and his limerant object have nowhere to go for the holiday. The limerant object is a local girl. Where's her family? Where are their friends?
I am not sure whether Alan knows that babes lie a lot, especially to guys. I have no idea why babes feel the need to lie incessantly, but they do regardless. It's even worse when a guy is in a "relationship" with a babe. I am certain that many guys would beg to differ. However, most of the dissenters are probably the typical "nice guy." Previously, in my ignorance, I attributed the dishonesty of babes to some kind of genetic disposition along with an unhealthy dose of Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline Christianity, and Islam) nonsense. In my more enlightened state, I am more inclined to believe that babes have been "socialized" with stereotypical "female" characteristics as established by a chauvinistic paternal antecedent.
Later, Joseph cooked his own elegant meal for both himself and his limerant object. Both of them ignored the food that the landlord had prepared. From my squalid room, I could hear the limerant object swooning over her Iraqi chef. I could hear the hot oil sizzling as he deep-fried his tasty "terrorist" treat. I tried to imagine the sheer power that he exerted over his frying pan.
The highlight of my day was when I installed the much-awaited updates for MeeGo® on my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. Sadly, none of the aesthetic problems were resolved, most of which were actually regressions from the last version. Maybe next month's updates will be more promising.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Tidbits of Yore
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Zippy's. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan was up and about right after Joseph's limerant object returned from wage slavery at 4:30pm. He immediately began warming up leftovers in the microwave oven. Alas, Joseph also returned shortly afterward and commandeered the kitchen in order to cook another lavish Middle Eastern "terrorist" meal for his limerant object. Alan should be given credit for trying, I suppose. However, he is a victim of his own foolishness, as he admitted to the limerant object that he is not outgoing enough to make a move on an attractive babe. Although Alan's chances were slim to none to begin with, he has unwittingly ended the game for himself. Babes expect a guy to make the move immediately. End of story.
Well, when all else fails, bring out the tidbits. I have had to disable a few of the SpamGuard features for my one-and-only e-mail account. Apparently, a lot of legitimate e-mail was automatically deleted. Even my own custom filters was discarding legitimate e-mail. That's also the reason why it took me so long to create an account for the MeeGo® Forums. So, I now have to scour the SpamGuard and trash folders daily. What a mess!
I have perused a few of the advertisements for various "Black Friday" sales. I noticed that netbook computers will be on sale for $190 or less at several places. Why didn't I wait to purchase the semi-useless netbook? I can also purchase an electronic piggy bank for $10 on sale. I could really use a piggy bank, although I never have any cash on hand. Yeah, even I was tempted by some of the cheap useless crap. The satanic gargoyles, however, are going to go berserk on Friday. The buses will be crowded. The malls will be mobbed. Thank goodness, I'll be sitting in the inner courtyard at the library. I won't be spending a dime.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan was up and about right after Joseph's limerant object returned from wage slavery at 4:30pm. He immediately began warming up leftovers in the microwave oven. Alas, Joseph also returned shortly afterward and commandeered the kitchen in order to cook another lavish Middle Eastern "terrorist" meal for his limerant object. Alan should be given credit for trying, I suppose. However, he is a victim of his own foolishness, as he admitted to the limerant object that he is not outgoing enough to make a move on an attractive babe. Although Alan's chances were slim to none to begin with, he has unwittingly ended the game for himself. Babes expect a guy to make the move immediately. End of story.
Well, when all else fails, bring out the tidbits. I have had to disable a few of the SpamGuard features for my one-and-only e-mail account. Apparently, a lot of legitimate e-mail was automatically deleted. Even my own custom filters was discarding legitimate e-mail. That's also the reason why it took me so long to create an account for the MeeGo® Forums. So, I now have to scour the SpamGuard and trash folders daily. What a mess!
I have perused a few of the advertisements for various "Black Friday" sales. I noticed that netbook computers will be on sale for $190 or less at several places. Why didn't I wait to purchase the semi-useless netbook? I can also purchase an electronic piggy bank for $10 on sale. I could really use a piggy bank, although I never have any cash on hand. Yeah, even I was tempted by some of the cheap useless crap. The satanic gargoyles, however, are going to go berserk on Friday. The buses will be crowded. The malls will be mobbed. Thank goodness, I'll be sitting in the inner courtyard at the library. I won't be spending a dime.
Tuesday, November 23, 2010
14 Ceh 12 Imix
"The failure to begin to deal with our bloated military establishment and the profligate use of it in missions for which it is hopelessly inappropriate will, sooner rather than later, condemn the United States to a devastating trio of consequences: imperial overstretch, perpetual war, and insolvency, leading to a likely collapse similar to that of the former Soviet Union." -- Chalmers Johnson(12.19.17.16.1) Same ol' shit. No details necessary. I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 4:10pm. Joseph, the Iraqi guy, was on his way out to parts unknown. Alan commenced cooking at 4:25pm. Yeah, he was reenacting the same scenario of exactly one week ago. Joseph's limerant object arrived at the usual time, just like clockwork. Unlike last Tuesday, she did not come back downstairs, not even to walk the dog. Eventually, at 5pm, Joseph returned to Slob Manor. Alan's plan to dine with the limerant object was thwarted. Subsequently, Alan was engaged in a slammin' soirée. Alan then monopolized the kitchen until he departed for wage slavery at 8:30pm, most likely to screw up Joseph's dinner with his limerant object. The limerant object sought refuge in Joseph's room until Alan was gone. Alan left a plate of food on the counter, no doubt for the limerant object, and took the rest with him. Stupid pet tricks.
What really perturbs me is the fact that Joseph, the Iraqi guy, would not even be here were it not for Shrub and his cronies. Well, I can't simply blame Shrub because the empire had been trying to put down Saddam, its puppet-gone-rogue, for a number of years. Joseph still has family in Iraq, which leads me to believe that he cannot return home and remain alive for very long. In other words, he is most likely a traitor to his people. He sided with the empire. Since he is currently destitute, Joseph could not have been much more than a low-level stooge.
Monday, November 22, 2010
Post No. 1,667
Yesterday, the Iraqi guy left for parts unknown at 3pm. He left his limerant object at home alone in Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Not surprisingly, Alan spent a lot of time in the living room, from 4pm until 8:15pm. Joseph's limerant object came downstairs several times. And, of course, Alan was right there conveniently to engage in conversation. I was locked in my squalid room, thank goodness. Because of the tunneling effect of the shabby Slob Manor construction, I was able to hear their conversation clearly even with the door closed.
At one point, Alan mentioned that he was not an outgoing guy, so he is unlikely to make any moves on an attractive babe. I recognized the "cheap trick" for what it was, which is a true dork's way of hinting to a babe that he is interested in her. I am sure that Joseph's limerant object knows that something is up. She's probably denying her intuition because Alan should know that he's too old for her. Alan, of course, is waiting for the right moment to snap into action. He's waiting for a sign. He's already told me several times that he has established quite a "rapport" with the Iraqi guy's limerant object. What? Did you say, "There's no fool like an old fool"?
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Moms mentioned that Uncle Stoney had passed on a few days ago. The funeral will be conducted on the Big Island, so our immediate family will not be attending. Uncle Stoney was the last uncle on pops' side of the family.
As an addendum to the discussion about "quantitative easing" the other day, I am including a referral to Michael Hudson's latest article titled, "Why Paul Krugman Waves the Flag for Uncle Sam," that appeared on the Counterpunch site. An excerpt:
At one point, Alan mentioned that he was not an outgoing guy, so he is unlikely to make any moves on an attractive babe. I recognized the "cheap trick" for what it was, which is a true dork's way of hinting to a babe that he is interested in her. I am sure that Joseph's limerant object knows that something is up. She's probably denying her intuition because Alan should know that he's too old for her. Alan, of course, is waiting for the right moment to snap into action. He's waiting for a sign. He's already told me several times that he has established quite a "rapport" with the Iraqi guy's limerant object. What? Did you say, "There's no fool like an old fool"?
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I ate lunch at Panda Express®. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Moms mentioned that Uncle Stoney had passed on a few days ago. The funeral will be conducted on the Big Island, so our immediate family will not be attending. Uncle Stoney was the last uncle on pops' side of the family.
As an addendum to the discussion about "quantitative easing" the other day, I am including a referral to Michael Hudson's latest article titled, "Why Paul Krugman Waves the Flag for Uncle Sam," that appeared on the Counterpunch site. An excerpt:
Unfortunately, most economists are brainwashed with the trivializing formula MV=PT. The idea is that more money (M) increases "prices" (P) – presumably consumer prices and wages. (One can ignore velocity, "V," which is merely a tautological residual.) "T" is "transactions," for GDP, sometimes called "O" for Output.Okay, you be the judge ... again.
Some 99.9 per cent of money and credit is not spent on consumer goods (the "T" in MV = PT). Every day more than an entire year's GDP passes through the New York Clearing House and the Chicago Mercantile Exchange for bank loans, stocks and bonds, packaged mortgages, derivatives and other financial assets and bets. So the effect of the Fed's Quantitative Easing (monetary inflation) is to inflate asset prices, not consumer prices and other commodity prices.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Failed "Civilization" Paradigm
An uneventful Sunday would have come to pass were it not for a psychotic homeless bitch whom I encountered at Ala Moana Center this afternoon. I was sitting on one of the wooden benches near the Sears® automotive center. I had just finished a pint of Häagen-Dazs® Java Chip ice cream, which I purchased at Foodland just for sheer pleasure of being. The homeless ho' had stopped with her shopping cart (read: mobile home) right in front of me. Inside the shopping cart were all its worldly possessions. Crowning the pile was a filthy stuffed toy bear.
The bitch was obese with massive amounts of make-up caked on its contorted kabuki-mask face. It was wearing some kind of hideous dress that was stretched beyond the fabric's tensile strength by the bulging layers of blubber underneath. The ho' had somehow managed to pull a tight pink camisole over the dress. Oh, the horror! It asked me for money, then a "donation," neither of which I could accommodate. It then called me "stupid" and made obtuse references to "rape." Calmly and politely, I said, "Get the fuck outta here, you stupid fat bitch! Beat it!"
As the tub of lard lumbered off with its shopping cart, I calmly and politely called out, "Get the fuck outta here, you fat bitch, before I call mall security!" I repeated myself a couple of times for clarity. Then, I heard somebody yell to me to "shut up." I saw an old guy acting brave, beckoning me to challenge him. I walked over to him. He seemed to cower in fear, raising his walking cane up to defend himself. Of course, I calmly and politely had to explain to him about what had transpired. His poor wife even had to step between him and my humble self. Well, I certainly wasn't going to hit the old fool.
All in all, my ice cream experience was completely ruined. I attempted to summon the Mall Nazis (read: security guards). However, none were around, as to be expected. I had no choice but to depart because the Route 23 bus had arrived. I had planned to stop off at Subway® in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. With my appetite already ruined by the homeless Medusa, I thought better of the idea.
Oddly, I had been thinking all day about the failed "civilization" paradigm. The idea had come to me upon completion of the book, "Pornified," by Pamela Paul. However, after the incident with the homeless Medusa, I widened my horizon. "Civilization," as I have previously discussed, is a human-concocted paradigm. The main construct of the "civilization" model is the artificial barrier that has been erected between humans and animals. If I may be so bold, the whole purpose of "civilization" is to maintain that artificial distinction.
"Civilization" only works because of institutional policing and self-policing. Currently, what we are experiencing is the breakdown of self-policing behavior. What I mean by "self-policing" is that a participant in "civilization" (i.e., "society") is trained and indoctrinated from infancy to follow social rules, laws, morals, customs, and so forth. Growing into adulthood, the participant is then required to self-police behavior in a way that produces civility and common order. The breakdown is occurring because generational indoctrination had gradually fallen to the wayside. Participants are no longer trained thoroughly. Thus, the "inner animal" is allowed to manifest itself externally.
It comes as no surprise that we have observed a drastic increase in institutional policing. Frankly, with the breakdown of self-policing, the likelihood of a collapse of "civilization" becomes real. The dilution of social order will only increase as the "inner animal" fully and consciously returns to the human psyche. Left unchecked, each and every one of us will metamorphose back into our true animal state.
Rules, laws, morals, customs, and so forth were designed to suppress the "inner animal" by force. Suppression, however, does not mean obliteration. Suppression is a force of opposite magnitude that can keep the "inner animal" at a low static equilibrium. "Static" by no means indicates the complete absence of tension. Rather, extreme tension by two opposing forces is the only way that static equilibrium can be maintained. The stronger the "inner animal" tendencies, the more suppression must be applied.
Grasping the entire "inner animal" concept will serve to clarify the reasons why "civilization" is doomed to collapse. The rot commences at the basic level when self-policing becomes obsolete. Individuals begin to lapse morally, ethically, and socially which allows the "inner animal" to gain strength over the forces of suppression. Increased institutional policing will be required to enforce external suppression of the collective "inner animal," but will also lead to totalitarianism. A vicious cycle will ensue because the "inner animal" will resist containment especially by "extreme prejudice."
All social pathology, from crime to pornography addiction to alcoholism to marital infidelity to you-name-it, can be defined by the conflict of the "inner animal" and the human-concocted "civilization" paradigm. We humans are a species of animal. The longer we deny that fact, the more we will encounter ever-worsening problems.
As a Creationist (i.e., benign creation) and an agnostic, I should be last person to preach that we humans are animals. However, all of the non-existent readers of the "blog" who have followed my casual research will know the reasons. We are living by a paradigm that goes against our true nature. It is that very paradigm which will trigger our self-destruction.
The bitch was obese with massive amounts of make-up caked on its contorted kabuki-mask face. It was wearing some kind of hideous dress that was stretched beyond the fabric's tensile strength by the bulging layers of blubber underneath. The ho' had somehow managed to pull a tight pink camisole over the dress. Oh, the horror! It asked me for money, then a "donation," neither of which I could accommodate. It then called me "stupid" and made obtuse references to "rape." Calmly and politely, I said, "Get the fuck outta here, you stupid fat bitch! Beat it!"
As the tub of lard lumbered off with its shopping cart, I calmly and politely called out, "Get the fuck outta here, you fat bitch, before I call mall security!" I repeated myself a couple of times for clarity. Then, I heard somebody yell to me to "shut up." I saw an old guy acting brave, beckoning me to challenge him. I walked over to him. He seemed to cower in fear, raising his walking cane up to defend himself. Of course, I calmly and politely had to explain to him about what had transpired. His poor wife even had to step between him and my humble self. Well, I certainly wasn't going to hit the old fool.
All in all, my ice cream experience was completely ruined. I attempted to summon the Mall Nazis (read: security guards). However, none were around, as to be expected. I had no choice but to depart because the Route 23 bus had arrived. I had planned to stop off at Subway® in the Aina Haina Shopping Center. With my appetite already ruined by the homeless Medusa, I thought better of the idea.
Oddly, I had been thinking all day about the failed "civilization" paradigm. The idea had come to me upon completion of the book, "Pornified," by Pamela Paul. However, after the incident with the homeless Medusa, I widened my horizon. "Civilization," as I have previously discussed, is a human-concocted paradigm. The main construct of the "civilization" model is the artificial barrier that has been erected between humans and animals. If I may be so bold, the whole purpose of "civilization" is to maintain that artificial distinction.
"Civilization" only works because of institutional policing and self-policing. Currently, what we are experiencing is the breakdown of self-policing behavior. What I mean by "self-policing" is that a participant in "civilization" (i.e., "society") is trained and indoctrinated from infancy to follow social rules, laws, morals, customs, and so forth. Growing into adulthood, the participant is then required to self-police behavior in a way that produces civility and common order. The breakdown is occurring because generational indoctrination had gradually fallen to the wayside. Participants are no longer trained thoroughly. Thus, the "inner animal" is allowed to manifest itself externally.
It comes as no surprise that we have observed a drastic increase in institutional policing. Frankly, with the breakdown of self-policing, the likelihood of a collapse of "civilization" becomes real. The dilution of social order will only increase as the "inner animal" fully and consciously returns to the human psyche. Left unchecked, each and every one of us will metamorphose back into our true animal state.
Rules, laws, morals, customs, and so forth were designed to suppress the "inner animal" by force. Suppression, however, does not mean obliteration. Suppression is a force of opposite magnitude that can keep the "inner animal" at a low static equilibrium. "Static" by no means indicates the complete absence of tension. Rather, extreme tension by two opposing forces is the only way that static equilibrium can be maintained. The stronger the "inner animal" tendencies, the more suppression must be applied.
Grasping the entire "inner animal" concept will serve to clarify the reasons why "civilization" is doomed to collapse. The rot commences at the basic level when self-policing becomes obsolete. Individuals begin to lapse morally, ethically, and socially which allows the "inner animal" to gain strength over the forces of suppression. Increased institutional policing will be required to enforce external suppression of the collective "inner animal," but will also lead to totalitarianism. A vicious cycle will ensue because the "inner animal" will resist containment especially by "extreme prejudice."
All social pathology, from crime to pornography addiction to alcoholism to marital infidelity to you-name-it, can be defined by the conflict of the "inner animal" and the human-concocted "civilization" paradigm. We humans are a species of animal. The longer we deny that fact, the more we will encounter ever-worsening problems.
As a Creationist (i.e., benign creation) and an agnostic, I should be last person to preach that we humans are animals. However, all of the non-existent readers of the "blog" who have followed my casual research will know the reasons. We are living by a paradigm that goes against our true nature. It is that very paradigm which will trigger our self-destruction.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Easy (Fiat) Money
Could there be a day not worthy of even a phrase in the "blog"? Well, that could be any day in the life od the ol' lavahead. However, some days are more nondescript than others. So, should I even belabor the point?
Well, I briefly mentioned yesterday in the "blog" that the Vienna Sausage may be at the point of total dysfunction. Thus, I ran full diagnostics on the Vienna Sausage. Although slightly sluggish, I must report that the Vienna Sausage is still alive and well.
Typical Quantitative Easing Hottie
Lots of talk about Ben "Handjob" Bernanke's latest "quantitative easing" plan at the Fed. As usual, the truth is difficult to extract. So many realities ... you be the judge.
Well, I briefly mentioned yesterday in the "blog" that the Vienna Sausage may be at the point of total dysfunction. Thus, I ran full diagnostics on the Vienna Sausage. Although slightly sluggish, I must report that the Vienna Sausage is still alive and well.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Mind Exodus
Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. For lunch, moms served Keoki's® Pork Lau Lau, fresh ahi sashimi, fresh vegetables, and rice. Later, moms served Welcome® vanilla ice cream for dessert. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had a brief chat with the landlord. She mentioned that a new guy would be moving into the attached studio. She was also looking for the Indian guy. Apparently, he has not paid his rent for this month yet. His cell phone is also apparently turned off. In a clandestine manner, I tried to undo some of the damage caused by the Iraqi guy's limerant object. I told the landlord that the Indian guy is hardly around. "He only comes by on the weekends, just to do laundry," I said, which was the truth.
Joseph, the Iraqi guy, has been keeping a real close watch on his limerant object. He is now escorting her from her 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) to the house every afternoon when the limerant object returns from wage slavery. Alan was up and about at 4:15pm. He quickly slithered back into his squalid room once he saw the Iraqi guy readying himself for escort duty. Tension between Alan and Joseph seems to have increased, negating the small truce induced by Alan's prior offering of a biscuit to his puny nemesis.
Well, we certainly have gotten caught up in the general stupidity for past few days, haven't we? The distractions are both time-consuming and mind-numbing. Not to worry, though. The ol' lavahead never forgets his mortality. After locking myself in my squalid room for the evening, I prepared myself to sit in front of one of my two computers for the next few hours. As usual, I read all of the depressing and often conflicting alternative news sites. I don't get too frustrated anymore because I have long ago realized that truth is elusive. After I can no longer tolerate the stupidity, I scour the usual hurdy-gurdy sites for new hurdy-gurdy clips to add to my massive hurdy-gurdy collection (now down to 148 titles). Oh, so boring. The Vienna Sausage isn't even amused any longer. Heck, maybe it stopped functioning. Who knows? Should I check?
I only came to senses when I finally loaded one of the stored Deep House Cat mixes in the computer's media player. I can escape to another world though Deep House Music. While I await the real exodus, I can at least experience a mind exodus. A mind exodus ... intriguing.
Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I had a brief chat with the landlord. She mentioned that a new guy would be moving into the attached studio. She was also looking for the Indian guy. Apparently, he has not paid his rent for this month yet. His cell phone is also apparently turned off. In a clandestine manner, I tried to undo some of the damage caused by the Iraqi guy's limerant object. I told the landlord that the Indian guy is hardly around. "He only comes by on the weekends, just to do laundry," I said, which was the truth.
Joseph, the Iraqi guy, has been keeping a real close watch on his limerant object. He is now escorting her from her 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile) to the house every afternoon when the limerant object returns from wage slavery. Alan was up and about at 4:15pm. He quickly slithered back into his squalid room once he saw the Iraqi guy readying himself for escort duty. Tension between Alan and Joseph seems to have increased, negating the small truce induced by Alan's prior offering of a biscuit to his puny nemesis.
Well, we certainly have gotten caught up in the general stupidity for past few days, haven't we? The distractions are both time-consuming and mind-numbing. Not to worry, though. The ol' lavahead never forgets his mortality. After locking myself in my squalid room for the evening, I prepared myself to sit in front of one of my two computers for the next few hours. As usual, I read all of the depressing and often conflicting alternative news sites. I don't get too frustrated anymore because I have long ago realized that truth is elusive. After I can no longer tolerate the stupidity, I scour the usual hurdy-gurdy sites for new hurdy-gurdy clips to add to my massive hurdy-gurdy collection (now down to 148 titles). Oh, so boring. The Vienna Sausage isn't even amused any longer. Heck, maybe it stopped functioning. Who knows? Should I check?
I only came to senses when I finally loaded one of the stored Deep House Cat mixes in the computer's media player. I can escape to another world though Deep House Music. While I await the real exodus, I can at least experience a mind exodus. A mind exodus ... intriguing.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
Monastic Eunuch
I had fooled myself into believing that I could actually get some sleep last night. Was I ever wrong. The idiot who resided in the attached studio at Slob Manor (read:rental housing) spent the whole night moving and cleaning his former squalid dump. The attached studio is not much larger than my own squalid room area-wise. However, the brain donor had moved six truck loads in the past four nights, three loads of which he transported last night alone. He owns a new Toyota® Tacoma truck, similar in size to my Nissan® Frontier truck. How did he fit all of that crap in the tiny living space?
At midnight, I finally had to power up my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. I composed the idiotic "blog" in order to pass the time that I normally would be sleeping. Fortunately, I only had to tolerate another 30 minutes of idiocy before the fool departed for good. Sadly, I can only expect another brain donor to take his place in the next day or two. When will the stupidity ever end?
Another day has come and gone. Same ol' shit. At the library, I completed reading the book, "Pornified: How Pornography Is Transforming Our Lives, Our Relationships, and Our Families," by Pamela Paul. Let me just say that I'm not quite in agreement with the author's thesis. Instead, I am convinced that pornography is an indictment of the failed "civilization" paradigm.
When I returned to Slob Manor (read:rental housing) at 4:15pm, I observed that Alan was up and about. Once again, I suspected that he was awaiting the arrival of the Iraqi guy's limerant object, now Alan's limerant object as well. Unfortunately, Joseph emerged from his room a few minutes later and thwarted Alan's plan again. As to be expected, I locked myself in my squalid room.
At about 5:45pm, the landlord came by. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object were sitting in the dining area having a "platonic" chat. I was surprised to hear Joseph's limerant object going off on a tirade about the Indian guy. She slanted the details to make it seem as though the Indian guy has made it very uncomfortable for both Joseph and herself. What a crock of shit! The Indian guy is only around the dump on the weekends, basically just to do his laundry. Joseph and his limerant object have had the entire second floor common area to themselves, which they have fully taken advantage of. As I have stated, they pretty much have taken over the entire house. And, just think, if you are a taxpaying citizen of empire, then you have subsidized the Iraqi guy's welfare income and his full-coverage health plan. He's enjoying his "paid" vacation on you and I.
I have had my own peeves about the Indian guy, but I have never disclosed them to the landlord. As far as the Indian guy's messiness is concerned, the landlord was well aware of the problem by simple observation. What Joseph's limerant object did to the Indian guy is unfair. He was not there to defend himself. So, the next time when I see the Indian guy, I will inform him about what transpired behind his back.
On a side note, my massive hurdy-gurdy collection has shrunk down to 155 titles from well over 400 not too long ago. Was Pamela Paul's book in some way responsible? Yes and no. Actually, the collection was simply getting out of hand, so to speak. In addition, the Vienna Sausage is rapidly becoming dysfunctional. I've always wanted to be a monastic eunuch. My wish is coming true.
At midnight, I finally had to power up my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer. I composed the idiotic "blog" in order to pass the time that I normally would be sleeping. Fortunately, I only had to tolerate another 30 minutes of idiocy before the fool departed for good. Sadly, I can only expect another brain donor to take his place in the next day or two. When will the stupidity ever end?
Another day has come and gone. Same ol' shit. At the library, I completed reading the book, "Pornified: How Pornography Is Transforming Our Lives, Our Relationships, and Our Families," by Pamela Paul. Let me just say that I'm not quite in agreement with the author's thesis. Instead, I am convinced that pornography is an indictment of the failed "civilization" paradigm.
When I returned to Slob Manor (read:rental housing) at 4:15pm, I observed that Alan was up and about. Once again, I suspected that he was awaiting the arrival of the Iraqi guy's limerant object, now Alan's limerant object as well. Unfortunately, Joseph emerged from his room a few minutes later and thwarted Alan's plan again. As to be expected, I locked myself in my squalid room.
At about 5:45pm, the landlord came by. The Iraqi guy and his limerant object were sitting in the dining area having a "platonic" chat. I was surprised to hear Joseph's limerant object going off on a tirade about the Indian guy. She slanted the details to make it seem as though the Indian guy has made it very uncomfortable for both Joseph and herself. What a crock of shit! The Indian guy is only around the dump on the weekends, basically just to do his laundry. Joseph and his limerant object have had the entire second floor common area to themselves, which they have fully taken advantage of. As I have stated, they pretty much have taken over the entire house. And, just think, if you are a taxpaying citizen of empire, then you have subsidized the Iraqi guy's welfare income and his full-coverage health plan. He's enjoying his "paid" vacation on you and I.
I have had my own peeves about the Indian guy, but I have never disclosed them to the landlord. As far as the Indian guy's messiness is concerned, the landlord was well aware of the problem by simple observation. What Joseph's limerant object did to the Indian guy is unfair. He was not there to defend himself. So, the next time when I see the Indian guy, I will inform him about what transpired behind his back.
On a side note, my massive hurdy-gurdy collection has shrunk down to 155 titles from well over 400 not too long ago. Was Pamela Paul's book in some way responsible? Yes and no. Actually, the collection was simply getting out of hand, so to speak. In addition, the Vienna Sausage is rapidly becoming dysfunctional. I've always wanted to be a monastic eunuch. My wish is coming true.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Chinaman's Hat
I just knew that I wasn't going to get any sleep at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) last night, even though I retired at 10pm. I could hear the assorted Chinamen sitting outside the Chinaman house next door. They were speaking Chinkspeak loudly. Glass bottles were being tossed about, so the Chinamen were obviously drinking cheap booze. As the minutes ticked onward, the Chinkspeak kept getting louder. And, the Chinamen were getting more hammered.
At midnight, the guy in the Slob Manor attached studio either woke up from the noise or gave up any attempt to sleep. Within minutes, he was moving furniture around and dropping heavy objects on the floor. He resides diagonally above me, so I could hear all the noise. He also began transporting more crap to his truck, each time having to reset his car alarm. He's been moving steadily for several days now. How much crap does the idiot have? How does it all fit in that tiny studio?
Within 15 minutes, one of the Chinamen began prancing about the property next door. He was singing in some cacophonous Chink dialect at the top of his lungs. At times, he was probably about 25 feet away from my window. I, myself, got up at about one o' clock and set up my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer to compose the ridiculous "blog." What else could I do?
The human-induced noise continued until the wee hours of the morning. The Chinamen continued to revel in a drunken stupor. The idiot in the Slob Manor attached studio walked back and forth to his truck carrying one small item at a time until who-knows-when. In between, he continued to drop heavy objects on the floor. The clown actually works as a full-time wage slave, so I don't understand why he enjoys sleep deprivation. As for the ol' lavahead, he just remained supine in his sleeping bag, pretending to sleep.
I am totally baffled by the insanity that is continuously playing out all around me. I have detailed numerous kinds of psychopathology in the "blog" that requires urgent institutional treatment. I have been describing actual people in my immediate environment. Can you infer that something is really not right with all of them?
Groggy as I was, I departed at 7:15am this morning on the bus. My destination? Kahala, specifically the dentist's office. No stop at the mall, however, thanks to my last episode with the Mall Nazis (read: security guards). The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
When I returned to Slob Manor at 4:10pm, I was not surprised to see Alan in the kitchen. After all, the Iraqi guy's limerant object was due to return within 20 minutes. Alan brought up Joseph's emergency visit to the hospital. Much to my surprise, I learned that Joseph has free health coverage through Med-Quest. He also has welfare benefits with all of the entitlements. Mind you, I do not qualify for any of those programs, and I am a citizen of empire with absolutely no income. Joseph is an Iraqi foreign national, a so-called "alien." He has everything, free of charge. Before any non-existent reader starts laughing, know that, as a citizen of empire, you are also paying Joseph's way. Obviously, Joseph has the last laugh.
The limerant object called Joseph on his unlimited contract cell phone (also paid by all citizens of empire). He went outside to wait for her arrival and subsequently escorted her from her vehicle, a very late model Audi® A4, to the house. Alan's plan to converse with her was apparently thwarted. Yes, the Iraqi guy's limerant object drives an expensive automobile, even though she claims to be poor. Anyway, I suspect that the limerant object is on to Alan's scheme to hook up with her. Did someone say, "Stupid pet tricks"?
Typical Gamma-Ray Hottie
On a side note, cosmology is a much more interesting topic than mental midgetry. Gamma-rays, anyone?
At midnight, the guy in the Slob Manor attached studio either woke up from the noise or gave up any attempt to sleep. Within minutes, he was moving furniture around and dropping heavy objects on the floor. He resides diagonally above me, so I could hear all the noise. He also began transporting more crap to his truck, each time having to reset his car alarm. He's been moving steadily for several days now. How much crap does the idiot have? How does it all fit in that tiny studio?
Within 15 minutes, one of the Chinamen began prancing about the property next door. He was singing in some cacophonous Chink dialect at the top of his lungs. At times, he was probably about 25 feet away from my window. I, myself, got up at about one o' clock and set up my Acer® Aspire One netbook computer to compose the ridiculous "blog." What else could I do?
The human-induced noise continued until the wee hours of the morning. The Chinamen continued to revel in a drunken stupor. The idiot in the Slob Manor attached studio walked back and forth to his truck carrying one small item at a time until who-knows-when. In between, he continued to drop heavy objects on the floor. The clown actually works as a full-time wage slave, so I don't understand why he enjoys sleep deprivation. As for the ol' lavahead, he just remained supine in his sleeping bag, pretending to sleep.
I am totally baffled by the insanity that is continuously playing out all around me. I have detailed numerous kinds of psychopathology in the "blog" that requires urgent institutional treatment. I have been describing actual people in my immediate environment. Can you infer that something is really not right with all of them?
Groggy as I was, I departed at 7:15am this morning on the bus. My destination? Kahala, specifically the dentist's office. No stop at the mall, however, thanks to my last episode with the Mall Nazis (read: security guards). The rest of the day? Same ol' shit.
When I returned to Slob Manor at 4:10pm, I was not surprised to see Alan in the kitchen. After all, the Iraqi guy's limerant object was due to return within 20 minutes. Alan brought up Joseph's emergency visit to the hospital. Much to my surprise, I learned that Joseph has free health coverage through Med-Quest. He also has welfare benefits with all of the entitlements. Mind you, I do not qualify for any of those programs, and I am a citizen of empire with absolutely no income. Joseph is an Iraqi foreign national, a so-called "alien." He has everything, free of charge. Before any non-existent reader starts laughing, know that, as a citizen of empire, you are also paying Joseph's way. Obviously, Joseph has the last laugh.
The limerant object called Joseph on his unlimited contract cell phone (also paid by all citizens of empire). He went outside to wait for her arrival and subsequently escorted her from her vehicle, a very late model Audi® A4, to the house. Alan's plan to converse with her was apparently thwarted. Yes, the Iraqi guy's limerant object drives an expensive automobile, even though she claims to be poor. Anyway, I suspect that the limerant object is on to Alan's scheme to hook up with her. Did someone say, "Stupid pet tricks"?
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