Gold & Foolishness

Nada to report. I happened to browse through a book at the library about gold investing. Quite informative, although I am now very uncertain about purchasing gold and taking physical possession of it. Well, I will just have to remain at the mercy of empire, eh?

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) this afternoon, I chatted briefly with Kyle. Yes, the end of the month has arrived, and Joker has made no effort to move out. Apparently, Kyle had a discussion with the landlord yesterday. From what I could discern, the landlord does not seem to be well versed in local rental and eviction laws.

Commencing tomorrow, Joker will be a "holdover tenant." He will legally owe twice his current rent, but that's irrelevant. The landlord has 60 days to serve him a written "Notice to Vacate." If Joker does not vacate the premises, then the landlord must file a Landlord/Tenant Complaint with the First Judicial District Court within 60 days. During the "holdover" period and even after being granted a favorable decision in the eviction proceedings, the landlord must follow strict rules. Essentially, Joker and his possessions are untouchable.

Once eviction is approved, the landlord would still have to go through another involved process which may require the services of local law enforcement. If the landlord fails to follow the rules, then there may be penalties and punitive damages which Joker could recover. I am almost certain that Joker took some time to research the law. He now just needs to "squat" in the hovel and wait for the landlord to break the rules. Can you guess what will happen?

Much Ado About Nothing

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. On a hunch, I decided to hand-deliver the returned mail to Diagnostic Laboratory Services early this morning. There's a branch office in the Hawai'i Kai Towne Center. Even at 7:45am, several senior citizens were already waiting. Long story short, the stool samples were still within the wider 14-day deadline. I also discovered that, if I paid the lab bill right then, I would enjoy a 50 percent discount. So, the postal fiasco had actually served to my advantage. Unbelievable!

No outing this evening. Hurdy-gurdy downloading is at a near-standstill. So, I spent more time reading the sickening news, assorted forums, and other such diversions. Mostly, though, I pondered my on-going existential crisis. I mentioned Raymond Tallis' book, "The Kingdom of Infinite Space," a few days ago. The book certainly parallels what I have been ruminating upon now for months.

Trinity St. Clair

How about hurdy-gurdy hottie Trinity St. Clair? Baby certainly brightens up the "blog," doesn't she? She is a master of many talents and has been featured on Innocent High, Blacks On Blondes®, and a variety of feature hurdy-gurdy flicks. Be sure to peruse her portfolio on the FreeOnes® site.

Much Ado About Something

Sleep eluded me last night. I was too overcome with anger concerning the fiasco with the empire's beleaguered postal service (USPS). So, when I was standing in line to board the Route 6 bus at Ala Moana Center this morning, I was not in the mood to deal with a scraggly sixty-something fool who cut in front of me. The ensuing conversation:

"You in a hurry, buddy? You need to stand in line and wait your turn," I said.

The clown sat on one of the seats at the back of the bus. "Fuck you!" was his reply.

I sat in the seat behind him. "You better respect your elders. I'm older than you," I admonished while cleverly disguising the amusement with my dry wit.

"Older than me? Shit!" A crooked smirk appeared on his weathered and unshaven chimp-like face. He then continued to read a tattered newspaper.

I observed how shabby the fool looked. Unkempt hair, grimy clothes, slobby appearance. Then, I espied the can of cheap brewski crudely being camouflaged by a small paper sack. The asswipe was drunk.

The fool didn't realize that I was alighting at the same bus stop with him. As he hobbled along ahead of me, I caught up and walked right beside him at the same pace. When he stopped, I stopped. I never looked at him or said a word. He took a long circuitous route, and I followed right along. He looked nervous. And rightly so, because I could have dropped him at any time along the one lonely stretch with no other people in sight. No surprise that he didn't mouth off either.

Aside from that, a typical urban nomad kind-of-a-Sunday. Only two brief glimpses of the hottie gym trainer at the gym. Baby was looking mighty fine. I was back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) by 3pm. No outing this evening. Same ol' shit.

Life in empire has surely "gone to hell in a handbasket," eh? The situation just gets regressively worse, doesn't it? Well, if you don't agree, then you are one of the moneychangers or powers-that-be. Or, you are a "brain dead" citizen of empire.

I've just heard that the Fed has extended its zero interest rate policy (ZIRP) for another year (until late 2014). Why am I not surprised? There will be a similar announcement every year forever. In other words, interest rates are not going to ever rise in my lifetime (or until the damned "system" collapses). I stand by my prediction. The Fed and other central banks appear quite confident that they can take on infinite bad "paper" on their balance sheets with no repercussions whatsoever. In fact, the bad "paper" will remain on those balance sheet forever. And, liquidity will keep increasing just like magic. Voodoo magic.

Surprisingly, there are a lot of rank-and-file peons who are thankful for ZIRP. That's right. Probably a million of them with adjustable rate mortgages (ARMs) on their "McMansions." The five- to seven-year "resets" would be occurring right around now. Why don't they just refinance the dumps? Well, they don't qualify for a new loan. In addition, most of their homes have negative equity. Their only option is default. That's the "bad" paper which the Fed can't purchase outright. Thus, mortgage assistance must come through a more round-about fashion (i.e., ZIRP). Can you see why the "system" must collapse?

Aggravation

I was actually enjoying a fairly nice day until I went to check my mail at the Post Office (USPS) after working out at the gym. My mailbox was stuffed with crap mail as usual. However, there was one piece of mail that did not belong in there. I had sent off the small envelope about a week ago. Inside were three stool samples that took me about six days to collect. The time-sensitive samples had to be in the mail immediately afterward. I attached a "forever" stamp onto the envelope. Well, there was the envelope, returned to me because of "insufficient postage." Whomever processed the mail thought that I had used a 44-cent stamp instead of the new 45-cent stamp. A "forever" stamp is supposed to circumvent the problem of postage increases. Apparently not.

I am not sure about how I am going to approach the postal employee at the counter of whatever location I choose to visit. I am really irate, and a refund of 44-cents is not going to make up for anything. I will now have to make another appointment at the clinic, which will cost me another $20, then spend several more days collecting the stool samples again. Rather than mail the envelope, I will now have to deliver it personally to insure that it gets to its destination on time. USPS mail is just not reliable.

So, I am planning to mummify my mailbox account as soon as possible. Hopefully, I can obtain a refund. I cannot support the USPS in any way from this point forward. Sad to say, the USPS is a big mess and it needs to just close down. It has already been "privatized," so there's no hope that it can survive as a stand-alone entity. Yeah, we'll soon have to rely upon corporate carriers and pay several worthless fiat dollars just to dispatch a small envelope. As I stated previously, the citizens of empire are too "brain dead" to care. Let me summarize: shut down the pathetic postal service already! Put it out of its misery!

The highlight of the day, though, was when I completed reading Raymond Tallis' book, "The Kingdom of Infinite Space: A Portrait of Your Head." What a delightful book! It made me sad. It made me laugh. Tallis' other book, "Aping mankind," had disappeared from the library, so I was fortunate to find his earlier work. By the way, "The Kingdom of Infinite Space" should be read prior to engaging "Aping Mankind." Works out better that way.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I locked myself in my squalid room for the evening. I am not very sociable with the other residents to begin with. However, I was less sociable this afternoon thanks to USPS. Downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips has been next to impossible. I can count on one successful download per day now. Maybe. The netbook is a "piece of shit" anyway. Kubuntu does fine, but it still has a lot of problems. My version reaches end-of-life in two months. I really don't want to go through the trouble of installing a newer version. Frankly, I am done with the complexities of life.

Subservient Sub-Serf

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I followed the usual routine, although I felt strange all day long. My right thigh is still going numb intermittently. There are also numerous "jolts" occurring along the quadriceps when the nerves come back to life. I have been sleeping better, though, but I'm still way too groggy during the day. My equilibrium has gotten worse, too. Often, I feel as though I am going to fall over. There have also been bursts of pain at different locations of my body. Apparently, I am experiencing a precursor to decrepitude. Not good.

Incidentally, I had to discard nearly an entire box of Quaker® Granola that was just purchased for $7 on Monday at Longs®. Apparently, the expiry date was also on Monday. The granola was soggy and tasteless. Unfortunately, I did not have the sales receipt. So, no refund. I had to then purchase a replacement (i.e., Northern Gold® granola) at Safeway® this afternoon. I was not a "happy camper."

Once again, no outing this evening. I'll just be sitting in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) while my right thigh goes numb every so often. Soon enough, I'll be inclined to perform my stretching exercises. If I am fortunate, I may be able to download a hurdy-gurdy video clip. I may treat myself to a helping of yogurt, or I may drop back an unhealthy serving of Muscle Milk® "meathead" mix. Well, hey! I'm a sub-serf!

Lamp-Baked Illusion VI

As always, same ol' shit. Same routine. No outing this evening. Should I just put an end to the "blog" already? Well, I know that I should do so, but I keep hanging on like a fool. Why? I don't know. There's nothing to discuss. While I do read the "news" on occasion, I can safely state that I only end up sickened as a result. Obviously, I have no desire to become a social activist. What's the point? I'm too old for that crap. And, the rank-and-file peons have been reduced to sub-serfs anyway. We have absolutely no power.

So, all I have is my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Sadly, I was once again reduced to sub-serf status when the majority of file-sharing sites were shut down by the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Undeterred, I have simply reduced the number of downloaded hurdy-gurdy clips. If a file can't be downloaded in less than an hour, it's aborted. No loss. The HGVL is fairly large now.

By the way, the Fed has announced that it will again be injecting countless amounts of fiat currency into the "system" by purchasing more of the empire's bonds (another form of "quantitative easing" known as "monetizing debt"). Naturally, the stock market went berserk. Another rally ensued. Which brings me to mention that I took up reading Richard Posner's book, "The Crisis of Capitalist Democracy," where I last left off. Posner's analysis is sound and parallels that of Detlev Schlichter. Poser offered a few practical suggestions to abate the crisis. Unfortunately, none of it will be implemented. Frankly, Posner's suggestions are still designed to keep the same "system" running. The "system" needs to collapse ... now.

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I briefly chatted with Kyle this afternoon. He said that the landlord is planning to move all of Joker's possessions outside the house and change the locks if Joker does not move out of his own accord at the end of the month. I do not see the legality in the landlord's proposed actions. Instead, there's probably going to be a nasty lawsuit wherein the landlord may end up paying punitive damages to Joker. With only a week left before the deadline, there is no evidence that Joker intends to move out. After (read: if) Joker is evicted, the landlord supposedly plans to use the entire second floor as a storage unit.

Treasure Trove

Same ol' shit. Restored extreme monk haircut. No outing this evening. I'll be locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) and will spend all evening downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips. Wait a minute! There are only two or three reliable file-sharing sites left. Download speed are extremely slow, although I was able to download seven choice hurdy-gurdy video clips in the past two days.

In perusing my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL), I noticed that about half of the titles, if not more, are over two years old. What does that mean? Well, there's almost no legitimate way to procure most of those video clips because they no longer exist at the originating Web sites. In fact, some of the sites are long gone. Video clips from DVD sources are just as bad. Most of the titles are discontinued. So, I cannot even entertain the idea wiping my portable hard drive clean. It is a veritable treasure trove. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Bella Reese

That, of course, brings me to the topic of my favorite hurdy-gurdy hotties. Bella Reese has been featured in various episodes from Reality Kings®, Brazzers®, and Naughty America® even though baby is relatively new. And, be sure to check out her portfolio on the FreeOnes® site.

Dissipating Clouds

Yesterday, I finally took a hard look in the mirror. I was appalled. The face in the mirror has aged substantially. My hair, while not as gray as my bro, has the definitive look of a senior citizen. The face of stone itself shows signs of erosion and wear. I didn't realize that I looked so old. Oh, the horror!

My physique has fared far better. Thanks to my regimen at the gym, I can possibly boast that I still have the body of a fit thirty-something. Of course, looks are deceiving. I am suffering from numerous maladies, the quadriceps numbness being the latest. I neglected to mention that my right hand's middle finger and left hand's thumb are both experiencing intermittent sharp pains in the joints. Upon closer scrutiny, I noticed that both digits were slightly crooked, a sure sign of arthritis. Yeah, I spent decades betraying my body by consuming cheap booze, eating poisonous food, amongst other blasphemous acts. Now, it's payback time.

Well, file-sharing sites on the Net are shutting down right and left. Right now, there are only about five major sites remaining. All of them, however, are extremely overloaded. Downloads for files of small size are taking between three and twelve hours. That's way too long for the ol' lavahead. To be perfectly honest, though, I secretly wished that the fiasco had happened three years ago. Then, I could have put an abrupt end to my vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). I could have mummified the moronic activity for good instead of continuing to waste so much valuable time.

I am expecting all of the file-sharing sites to be closed down by the end of the week. Even if one or two remain, the sites' servers will be so bogged down and pretty much rendered useless. Mind you, the sites that I am referring to are not simply used to host hurdy-gurdy video clips. Thus, I wouldn't be so quick to place my faith in "cloud" services from this point forward.

Well, the "writing is on the wall," isn't it? In a few days, there will be no hurdy-gurdy video clips to download. In addition, I am expecting that the new operating system upgrade coming in February for my tablet computer will make it comparable in function to my netbook at the least. Obviously, I won't need the netbook much longer. Nor will I need a portable hard drive or flash drives. I can get rid of it all, even my beloved HGVL. Another step toward "freedom" and the exodus!

March to Totalitarianism

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. Followed the usual routine. No outing this evening. Apparently, no downloading of hurdy-gurdy video clips either. Ho hum.

So, the situation with the file sharing sites on the Net has escalated to a major fiasco. Since last night, when I first posted commentary about the latter on the "blog," almost every file-sharing site has shut down or curtailed services. In the microcosm of hurdy-gurdy downloading, the natives have become slightly restive. What really surprises me is that there hasn't been massive social upheaval (i.e., "blood in the streets") as a result. I should have known better. When the empire's constitution was shredded by various decrees to fight the fictitious "war on terror," nobody cared. Apathy ruled. Now, there's no way to download hurdy-gurdy video clips. No reaction. Just a few complaints on a couple of Web forums. My friends, the general populace of empire is "brain dead." The Fascists are now free to rape and pillage. There will be no resistance. What next?

Fortunately, Chris Hedges has been the only one concerned enough and brave enough to launch a lawsuit against empire over the latter's latest totalitarian move (i.e., the National Defense Authorization Act). Sadly, I don't believe that Hedges understands that the empire's populace is "brain dead." The "good Americans" are just goose-stepping right along with their handlers. Could we have expected more?

Numbing Tidbits (Yet Again)

I ran into Justin, a former gym trainer, in the public restroom at Ala Moana Center early this morning. He apparently just arrived back in Hawai'i a few days ago to attend the Diploma Mill for another degree. He mysteriously disappeared for several months. As you may recall, Justin was once a student of mine when I was a pseudo-professor there. We discussed the gym and the unbelievable personnel changes in the last few months. To my surprise, he briefly mentioned the hottie gym trainer, extending his cupped hands way out in front of his chest to describe her. Yeah, baby is very well endowed and quite firm, too!

Once at the gym, I was only treated to a microsecond glimpse of the hottie gym trainer. All for better, since I am a decrepit senior citizen. I can't be worrying about babes because I am literally falling apart. Sheesh! The rest of the day? Same ol' Sunday shit. Once again, I'll be locked in my squalid room at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) all evening.

My right thigh (i.e., quadriceps) continues to plague me with numbness, itching, and pain (not all at the same time). From what I can tell, the nerves are completely confused. I am now sleeping on either side pretty much all night to prevent the numbness from occurring, which is difficult in a sleeping bag. Yes, I am still using a sleeping bag on top of a very decrepit bed. If indeed I have a pinched nerve (or equivalent), then the cause could have been my many months of forcing myself to sleep only in the supine position. Old age, of course, doesn't help any.

Incidentally, many of the file-sharing sites are shutting down operations in empire (or limiting services) after the Nazi-style raid on MegaUpload resources. Obviously, in a limited framework, downloading hurdy-gurdy video clips will very soon become an activity of the past. If you have a hurdy-gurdy collection, best to hold onto it. In more general terms, we are beginning to see the complete corporate (i.e., Fascist) takeover and control of the Net. In due time, no content will be "free." Neither will there exist a diversification of opinion. Sadly, Orson Wells' prophesy of the ultimate police state finally comes true.

Finally, breaking news from Research In Motion® (aka BlackBerry®) in Canada that Co-CEOs Mike Lazaridis and Jim Balsillie have stepped down. Thorstein Heins takes over the helm during a most tumultuous time for the company. I'm now wondering what will be the fate of my beloved tablet computer.