Vegetable

Back to reality. I completed viewing the remaining episodes of "Firefly." There are several more available, but I am not going to pay the fee to view them. After all, Hulu® has locked out all mobile devices (e.g., my tablet computer). I'm not certain why, but I really enjoyed the "Firefly" series. Now, I feel at a loss.

Well, I composed the "blog" and was ready to send it up, as it were. Same ol' shit, actually. All the mundane crap including a scathing psychological profile of Joker. What a damned waste of time. If I have nothing to discuss, then the "blog" should reflect that nothingness. I'm tired. Sick and tired, actually. We all knew that already, though, didn't we?

Lots of crap swirling through my mind. Lots of crap. So much crap that I cannot "collate" any of it. Nor can I effectively articulate my thoughts. At certain moments, I wondered whether I was losing my mind. Would I end up like the vegetables I often espy babbling to themselves? Fat chance. Even though my mind seems to be going through a surreal experience, I seriously doubt that it would snap. If anything, I am able to keep my wits about myself through any ordeal. I cannot force my mind to invoke a chemical imbalance. Perhaps the sheer sanity will drive me insane. Who knows?

I'm listening to another Deep House Cat House mix, just after watching another episode of House, MD on Hulu®, all the while recomposing the "blog", all on my fully optimized Kubuntu-based netbook computer, as we speak. Strangely long and disconnected sentence, eh? I'm probably going to view an already viewed episode of "Firefly" again later this evening. Yeah, I already miss the series. I miss the adventure. A space "Western" shoot 'em up. Chopsticks and a tin cup. Great stuff. Almost mind-altering without the use of illegal (or legal) pharmaceuticals or cheap booze. Booyah!

Memorial Day 2011

Take a look at the "blog" of Saturday. Repeat. Well, the small sofa (i.e., loveseat) is sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Kyle apparently did not want it in his squalid room, so the landlord offered to let me use it. I cleaned it up and put it in the corner next to my squalid desk.

Typical Holiday Hottie

I can safely say that I really miss the library. I don't like to hang out at lousy shopping malls. As usual, though, I happened to observe that everyone in the mall was euphoric. Another observation is that a large percentage of mall patrons are obese (over 5 pounds overweight). Sadly, the library will be closed again for three days in the middle of next month. I am already sickened by the idea that I will have to spend time at the mall yet again.

I brought my tablet computer with me, but I did not deploy it. I had initially planned to compose material for the "blog." Sadly, the "blog" is no longer a priority for me. After the Blogger® outage, I have reassessed the importance of the "blog." The tablet computer is also no longer needed. It's superfluous. I doubt that I will ever carry it with me again.

As far as Hulu® is concerned, it's just a passing fad. I'm not looking at turning into a tube addict like Joker. Most of the programs in the archives are boring. I am currently watching a handful of episodes of "Firefly" (the precursor to "Serenity"). Once I have completed viewing the remaining episodes, then I will have nothing further to anticipate. I'll continue to search the Hulu® archives, but the prospects are not promising.

Dumber Than a Knob

Same ol' "urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday" shit. The highlight of the day was when I rode the bus back to Ala Moana Center after an uneventful workout at the gym. The hottie bus driver was piloting the Route 56 bus. Baby was looking mighty fine. I have not mentioned the hottie bus driver previously because baby is rarely assigned the routes that I normally take.

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I met the new guy, Kyle, who will be moving in downstairs with Alan and I. He looks to be in his twenties. I have to wonder whether he will be able to tolerate living with three old (i.e., fifty-something) losers. I'll be waiting to hear what he thinks of Joker and Alan. Oddly, Alan told me that Kyle has a "weak" handshake. Upon asking Alan to clarify what that meant, he said, "Insincerity." How's that for prejudgment? Of course, Alan and Joker get along really well. What does that tell you?

For some reason, I ended up having a long chat with the landlord. Nothing noteworthy, though. Later, I ended up moving the small sofa (i.e., loveseat) from Kyle's room to my squalid room. I didn't really want more stuff in my squalid room, but it may help to absorb some of the noise from (Joker) upstairs.

Well, a holiday weekend means that my mind is also on holiday. What's that? Hulu® is calling? If I continue viewing more benign tube programming, I may end up dumber than a knob like Joker. Sheesh!

Null & Void

Sadly, the library is closed for three days. I had to opt for my usual contingency plan, that is, Barnes & Noble® at Kahala Mall. Not very exciting. What can I say about hanging out at a shopping mall? Nada. I carried my tablet computer with me, but it was not deployed. Naturally, I rode the bus to town in order to fulfill my usual workout at the gym. I will, no doubt, be replicating the same pathetic itinerary on Monday.

I should add that I was not very stimulated by the various computer magazines. I have lost all interest in computer nerd crap. I also perused a few magazines devoted to tablet computing. What a joke! There's no substance. After all, what can we do with a tablet computer? Turn it on, load up on useless "apps," play games, and watch videos. It's not much more complicated to use than a common toaster.

Well, Hulu® kept me busy last night and tonight as well. I checked out a couple of episodes of “House, MD" for fun. I can see why people are glued to the tube day and night. However, let's be honest, shall we? The sedentary activity is completely benign, possibly even malignant. It does nothing except waste precious time. Most of the programs on the tube are extremely shallow, which creates an hypnotic trance effect. And, the addiction to certain programs is the result of a void in our own lives, a void created by empire.

Book 'em, Danno!

Last night, I watched an episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" on my tablet computer courtesy the Xfinity® site (the Hulu® site is apparently blocking access to mobile computers). I must say that I was impressed by the video quality of the tablet computer. And, no, the tablet computer will not be relegated to the function of a surrogate tube.

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

This evening, I was able to utilize Hulu® without restriction on my fully optimized Kubuntu-based netbook computer. Once again, I chose to watch "Hawai'i Five-O," although a different episode. In full screen mode, the netbook performed quite well. As for "Hawai'i Five-O," I enjoyed the two episodes that I viewed. I can't say that I will become addicted to the rather banal fare that comprises most of the content on the tube. I am not mentally and physically challenged like Joker. Well, I experienced a lot of deep thoughts today, but I will have to defer my discussion of the latter. Heck, I've got another episode of "Hawai'i Five-O" to watch. Book 'em, Danno!

Lamp-Baked Disconnect

Fatigue, general dullness, mediocre mélange, lorem ipsum, same ol' shit. Unfortunately, mortality has a way of making a big joke out of everything. Yes, once mortality enters the big picture, all the other nonsense that we fools must contend with becomes extremely moot.

I've actually been locked in my own little world, so to speak, for the past few days. Of course, one can hardly tell by reading the "blog." I haven't seen anyone that I know, so I have not spoken a word to any human. Although I am still exposed to random acts of stupidity, I do not react. Lou's School of Etiquette does not open for matriculation. I simply ignore everyone and everything. I really have to wonder whether we humans were meant to increase our consciousness and self-awareness. The whole process is very fatiguing and can easily bring one to the point of insanity. In other words, high levels of consciousness can cause one to lose his mind.

As I have mentioned prior, I have been observing a marked increase in the homeless population and an epidemic of schizophrenia (i.e., loss of mind). An older haole guy walks up and down the street by the library while pushing a shopping cart with all of his worldly possessions piled in it. He stops every few seconds to extend his arm out and point in all different directions. All the while, he babbles gibberish loudly to himself and the imaginary people around him. Just about a week ago, he used to stop in the library daily. He did not have the shopping cart back then. And, I often saw him chatting with various library staff members. He seemed to be fine. Something happened recently that caused him to completely lose his mind.

Most of the people who have lost their minds appear to have gone through extreme stress due to pending homelessness or homelessness itself. I seriously doubt that any of them were engaged in the expansion of their consciousness. The mere stress factors of the empire's synthesized life-style can cause insanity. Perhaps I am oversimplifying. The chronic unemployed know that they will eventually become homeless. Once homeless, they know that they will never again be housed or employed. It's a downhill slide with no way back up. Hopelessness brings on insanity.

While I, too, face homelessness, I am not overly concerned. What really bothers me is that I am locked in a societal prison that has historical antecedents steeped in tradition and religion. And, you know how I feel about religion. The actual prison dates way back before the dawn of the failed "civilization" paradigm. My fellow prisoners are, of course, too wrapped up in their own misery to realize the cause of their problems.

Mortality and increased consciousness do not go hand-in-hand. They are, at best, diametrically opposed. What good is increased consciousness when it will eventually disappear into thin air? Or, it will slowly decay due to senility? What can be the ultimate purpose of knowledge? Why do we need the truth?

I have no answers to the last two questions. I once thought that knowledge and truth were very important, certainly much better than the fog of lies we are constantly exposed to. Yet, what good is it to know that over 90 percent of our physical body does not exist? Yes, an atom is comprised of mostly free space. How do we benefit in knowing that God of the Yahweh triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) does not exist? Does it feel good to know that we are alone in the universe? And, what about discovering that the "soul" is really just the mortal mind? How comforting is that?

On a side note, I have realized that I did not need a tablet computer after all. I don't even know when I will deploy it out in the field. After all, it is expensive and delicate. If I drop the tablet computer, I risk shattering the glass screen. There are very few "apps" available for the tablet computer. And, that's all I read about in the forums. Complaint after complaint about non-existent "apps." I only needed two "apps," a text editor and a file manager. That's it. There are several included "apps" that I really want to remove, but the option does not exist. Why do the myriad fools need all of those "apps," thousands of them? Am I that disconnected from reality?

Mediocre Mélange

Why can't I just be like all the rest of the fools? That's what I keep asking myself. Why can't I fool myself in believing that everything is just "peachy"? Why can't I drive around endlessly in my 4000-pound motorized chair (read: automobile)? Why can't I chain smoke cigarettes like there's no tomorrow? Why can't I spend lots of money purchasing an endless library of mediocre music clips? Why can't I become addicted to DVDs of movies that follow the same tiresome formulaic plots? Why can't I invest in a few dozen sleazy tattoos? Why can't I reduce myself to a pawn of social networking? Why can't I embrace wage slavery? Why can't I fiddle around with my cell phone all day? Why can't I believe in God of the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam)? Why can't I just be satisfied being ignorant? Why can't I be more like Joker?

And speaking of Joker ... the amorphous blob has not left Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for two days straight so far. He's been confined to his second floor trash dump. His LCD widescreen tube has been on and blaring away all day and all night. I assume that he's dozing on and off in his filthy recliner for most of the daylight hours. At about 8pm, he shifts his hideous pear-shaped physique to his computer station, which is situated directly above the bathroom in my squalid room. Joker owns some kind of bulbous desktop computer (not to be confused with the latest sleek gaming computers). He has two LCD screens attached and sitting side-by-side each other. He sits there at the computer until 4am or 5am in the morning. For six hours, I can hear a heavy thud every couple of minutes, which is indicative of a drunkard droppin' back a large 40-dog of cheap malt liquor. I believe that he's playing video games on the computer. If Joker was downloading hurdy-gurdy videos, I would most likely be able to hear him chokin' da chicken. He takes a short break at 1:30am to play "fetch" with that scrawny mutt of his. I can hear the rodent-like varmint running around. I don't understand why the cheap fuck doesn't purchase one of those dedicated gaming consoles and connect it to his LCD widescreen tube. The fool already has more money than he knows what to do with it.

I should feel pity for Joker. After all, he is allegedly disabled and is suffering from psychological problems (i.e., chronic depression). He's a loser with money. My life-style is somewhat pathetic, but it is far more rewarding than Joker's sad state-of-affairs. I am hoping that one day when I return to Slob Manor, I find the coroner's van parked in the driveway. I'd like to see Joker takes matters into his own hands. He should take positive and aggressive steps to end his misery in the quickest way possible. I pledge to him my full support. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Well, I received another letter from the State tax office yet again. Yes, I am being given grief once again, this time for my allegedly "faulty" personal tax return. Whomever revised my tax return has now produced a miraculous $5,000 taxable income for me when my Federal tax return clearly shows a negative adjusted gross income (AGI) of $2,700 or so. The stupid part is that I used the Federal AGI in the State tax form. So, here's what happened. The $2,700 in negative income became positive. The standard deduction and exemption also became income and was added on. Yeah, that's right, deductions turned into taxable income. Now, I will have to spend at least two hours on the phone dealing with myriad mental midgets in order to remedy the situation.

Lamp-Baked Soul

Aside from the proliferation of homeless people, there has also been the presence of an unusually large number of people babbling incoherently. I am forced to follow the same itinerary as the destitute, so I am constantly exposed to an extremely marginal demographic. For example, I see one particular fellow every day both at the library and at the gym. He wears the same outfit every day, a pair of white-colored shorts and a red T-shirt with "Larry's" emblazoned on the back. He always carrying on a conversation with no one in particular. He's lost his mind, I say to myself.

What exactly happens when one loses his mind? I know that I've asked the question before. Losing one's mind is akin to losing one's "soul," if that's the appropriate term to use. Yeah, I've been thinking about the concept of the "soul" again. I've concluded previously that the "soul" is mortal and is a function of brain activity. Yet, I am now wondering whether the "soul" (or our consciousness) really comes into play until a few years after our birth. After all, a newborn infant is pure tabula rasa. It does not even know if it exists. Hence, it has no consciousness, no self-awareness. By definition then, it has no "soul."

In my ruminations, I have contemplated the thesis that the "soul" of an individual lifeform is only acquired after it becomes cognizant of itself within the framework of its species. For humans, the "soul" gradually develops as it acquires typical human functionality, cognitive abilities, and communication skills. What exactly can we remember of our past? How far back can we go? What were we before cognizant memory kicked in? The implications are controversial.

When a person loses his or her mind through insanity, brain damage, or senility, the "soul" is also irretrievably altered or lost. The individuality of the lifeform is still present, but the "soul" is gone.

Speaking of brain damage, I could go on about Joker. However, Joker is really an insignificant slug in the general scheme of things. Brain damage (or brain donations) is seemingly prevalent amongst the empire's citizens, particularly the rank-and-file peons. As the empire and its cohorts bomb the Libyan landscape indiscriminately (specifically the large civilian populace of Tripoli), there is not one sign of outrage. What happened to the damned "no-fly zone"? I am expecting a full-scale invasion of Libya at any time. In addition, I also expect an invasion of Pakistan as well. The whole bin Laden saga was the precursor. What will it take to end this war theater of the absurd?

I Am Number Zero

Another visit to Hawai'i Kai went well. Moms and I followed the usual itinerary. The rest of the day? The urban nomad fulfilled his usual benign functions and followed his routine itinerary as planned.

Well, here I am in my fifth year of emancipation from wage slavery. Yet, I am far from "free" in the literal sense of the word. How much longer will I allow my life savings to bleed dry? Look at what happened to my homeless buddy. In my last conversation with Ann, I had asked about her plans once her unemployment benefits come to end this Summer. She didn't have an answer, although she was very certain that she did not qualify for another extension. That's a scary thought, isn't it? At the rate that I'm going, I will surely face the same scenario. What will I do then? I don't have an answer.

After the ludicrous "Judgment Day" ruse perpetrated by a shady conman, I pondered the proliferation of religion in the empire. These are truly the Dark Ages, even with all of the available technology and scientific knowledge. Almost everyone whom I know is entrenched in one form of Pauline-Christianity or another. Ralph, Lisa, Caroll ... even Lori is part of a religious cult. I almost fell into the trap myself. However, since I had felt that such a decision was serious ... after all, we wouldn't want to offend a real deity ... I researched the matter for over a year. The truth was fairly easy to piece together after that. As you know, I discovered that the Yahweh Triad (i.e., Judaism, Pauline-Christianity, and Islam) is a sham. If I, a fool's fool, can unearth the truth, then why can't everyone else? Heck, I could fanatically worship Molech with the same result.

I'm really not sure about what kind of state, what kind of frame of mind, that I am in. I have become extremely detached, more so than before. I spend most of my day in a stupor. Not even fools like Joker affect me at this point in time. However, if he pushes his luck, I may have to terminate the cheap fuck with extreme prejudice. After all, what have I got to lose? I could strangle that ridiculous little rodent-like dog of his. That would make him lose it. Then, I could put Joker out of his misery as well. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

I am having a more difficult time with mundane tasks. I simply don't want to do them anymore. All I care about is following my usual urban nomad routine. My morning coffee is precious to me. I enjoy my time at the library. The gym, however, is another story. I must now force myself to get there and perform my usual workout routine. In the evenings at the dreadful Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I am content to piddle around with my two computers. My life is extremely simple. I don't want anything more. I want less.

General Dullness V

Let me get straight to the point ... same ol' shit. If I wrote about one urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday, then I wrote about them all. Strictly speaking, general dullness has manifested itself permanently within the "blog."

There's a lot of nonsense that I could include in the "blog," but I have decided to refrain from doing so. Most of it is just hearsay that neither I or anyone else would be interested in. So be it. I did, however, neglect to mention that former professor Lisa is now attending dental school in Cali, at least according to Ralph (dean at HCC).

Given the declining interest in the "blog," I am now contemplating whether I should "downsize" the original LoserNet site. Primarily, I would like to purge most of the old journal. The site itself is extremely archaic. I have made little in the way of changes since its inception and deprecation. I only have one archive copy of the site on a flash drive. I'm thinking about purging the latter as well. What is the sense of keeping that kind of crap around?

At this point in time, I'm not certain about what to do with the "blog." I can make the entire "blog" disappear with a click of one button from within Blogger® itself. Or, I could just abandon the "blog" and let it drift into total obscurity. Either option could be invoked at any time.

Needless to say, I'm still going through my own brand of existential crisis. I've thought about the issue to the point of exhaustion and total confusion. Of course, that's old news. Let's end the general dullness for now, shall we?