Post No. 2,162

Same ol' shit. The return trip to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) on the bus was a nightmare. I missed the 3:30pm bus because I happened to be chatting with fellow senior citizen gym member, Alex, at the bus stop. The bus simply passed right by me. I did not arrive back at the dump in a good mood, although I later enjoyed the Lau Lau plate lunch.

The cheap netbook is still giving me more grief. There is some kind of intermittent problem with the wireless radio. I cannot ascertain whether the problem is with the hardware or the operating system. The connection between the netbook and the wireless router is okay, but the Net become inaccessible. If disconnect and reconnect to the wireless router, then everything is fine ... for a short while. My guess is that Linux is the culprit. What a "piece of shit"! I have absolutely no problems when I use the tablet computer. My days with Linux are over. I have no more patience with the constant regressions after operating system upgrades. In am, in fact, attempting to perform yet another update but I cannot seem to maintain a Net connection to do so. Yeah, that's how bad it is. Let's call it a day already. Sheesh!

Lamp-Baked Molech III

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. My sister-in-law gave me a Lau Lau plate lunch, so I will devour it for dinner tomorrow. Moms mentioned that my cousin Donna (my cousin Greg's sister) has been diagnosed with leukemia. The situation does not look too promising. Mortality is wielding its ugly head again.

There still seems to be no clarification about the future of Research in Motion® and BlackBerry®. There have been no news retractions either. I would hate to see the demise of the PlayBook® tablet computer. When I was fiddling with the Apple® iPad® at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night, I was not impressed with its inability to render Web sites properly. For example, when I requested the Crackle® site, the resulting Web page stated that an "app" would have to be installed. Then, Crackle® could be accessed through the "app." Mind you, the "app" was 8.5MByte in size. Imagine if nearly all media sites required "apps" (which is really the case). A tablet computer with only 16GByte of memory would be strapped rather quickly. On the PlayBook®, I can access most sites directly through the Web browser (which I prefer over "apps").

Lylith LaVey

Of course, most tablet computer are now capable of true HD video playback. The PlayBook® renders HD video quite well. As I mentioned the other day, the only "demo" video on my tablet computer is the one starring hurdy-gurdy hottie, Lylith LaVey, from the new Dirty Masseur series. Baby is so hot!

Stone Tablet Computing (Reprise)

Same ol' shit. Nothing noteworthy to report. Is there ever anything noteworthy to report? Reluctantly, I ended up at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala again this evening, along with my tablet computer. Lots of arrogant asswipes. I spent most of my time using the "new iPad®" to peruse my usual fare of Web sites. Obviously, my tablet computer was not deployed. When I arrived back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 8:20pm, the New Joker was busily engaged in a slammin' soirée. Could we have expected anything less?

Yesterday, the landlord mentioned that the electricity bill was extremely high and placed the blame on the original Joker. However, Joker was hardly around during the last two months of his lease. He spent most of his time with his mother at the hospital. The reason that the utility bill is so high is because the New Joker is using the large oven to heat up two small frozen food items. He sets the thermostat to 450 degrees for about 30 to 40 minutes. Anyway, the original Joker has been gone for over a month now. So, how could he still be running up the utility bill?

Well, Research In Motion® is just about ready to go under for the last time. Thus, my tablet computer was a really bad purchase, especially at the $500 price last April. Lots of "spin" on the story that hit the news, but one must read the crap very carefully. I expect the company to be sold off in pieces before the year is over. The BlackBerry® brand will no longer exist. I do not want an Apple® or Android® tablet, so I guess I will have to return the world of notebook computers or stone tablets. Sheesh!

Molech Mundanity II

I neglected to mention that the landlord of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) paid me a visit last night. I was asked to give up the small sofa, which is really no problem. Unfortunately, I was using it as a table for some of my useless crap. And, oddly, my squalid room has seen a curious invasion of the common housefly. I have had to exterminate about 50 of them in the past two days. Obviously, there's no chance that such a large number of flies could find their way into the room. I suspect that someone was looking around with the room door and front door open at the same time. The culprit? Most likely the landlord. For what reason? The sofa, I suppose.

Same ol' shit, with the exception that I restored my extreme monk haircut. At the library, I perused the book, "The Great Crash Ahead: Strategies for a World Turned Upside Down," by Harry Dent. Interesting book, especially for the financial "doom and gloom" crowd. As for the ol' lavahead, he's too fatigued to care anymore.

Well, I've been in a catatonic state lately. I often find myself just staring out at nothing for an eternity. Mortality is the issue, of that I am certain. Pretty much every aspect of my mundane life has become devoid of any substance. The rampant stupidity around me has simply become an existential blur. More details later.

I decided to make the evening trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala with my tablet computer. The place was packed with shoppers. Even though I had taken a long hiatus from visiting the mall, there was no real excitement generated. The bookstore was the same. I noticed that the dominant computer periodicals now focus on Apple® products only. Boring. I also checked out the new Apple® iPad®. The "retina" display is nice, but I can still see the pixels. Everyone else was having a good time at the mall. I, on the other hand, was dumbfounded by it all. I did not deploy the tablet computer at all, however. "Tablet shame," you think? I was going to stay a little longer, but I couldn't take it any longer.

So, I was back in my squalid room by 8:15pm. I thought that I would at least miss the slammin' soirée courtesy the New Joker, but he commenced the idiotic activity at 8:30pm. The duration? Probably 90 minutes, just like last night. What a maroon!

Mondo Fool IV

Same ol' shit. Nada to report. Fortunately, I was actually able to sleep moderately well last night. I made it through the day unscathed, even though I encountered a few rude asswipes. Right shoulder still hurts a little. Right thigh still going numb. I'm still a senior citizen.

Lylith LaVey

I don't know why, but I have been futilely looking for free "apps" to install on the tablet computer. The only one that I found worthy of mention is a task management "app." Then, I thought about it. I have maybe three tasks to accomplish. I would be better off just using my feeble memory. At least I could stave off dementia by exercising my mind. I also deleted the sample video that came with the tablet computer. No one is going to ask me to demonstrate its video capabilities. If anyone actually does so, though, I have a HD hurdy-gurdy video clip starring hurdy-gurdy hottie, Lylith LaVey, ready to go. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Prince Kuhio Day 2011

I really wanted to go to sleep. I really did. At 10:30pm last night, the party at the Chinaman house next door to Slob Manor (read: rental housing commenced. Booze was flowing like water. And, the party? It just got louder and louder and louder. Chinamen are notorious for being cheap drunks, so they were all whooping, hollering, laughing, and yelling in Chinkspeak within 30 minutes. No music, though.

"So Close" Sword Fight Scene

By midnight, they were yelling and laughing so loud that I had no choice but to get up and view a flick on the Crackle® site. Yeah, I had to watch my all-time favorite movie, "So Close," yet again. Sadly, I could hear the Chinaman party clearly, even though I had the volume of my earbuds up full blast. As you can probably guess, the Chinamen were so drunk that they were dancing around and singing at the top of their lungs about a stone's throw away from the window of my squalid room.

Strangely enough, just a few minutes after my viewing of the movie was complete, the Chinaman party ended abruptly. At 1am, there was complete silence at the Chinaman house. I suppose that someone called the police on the fools. Needless to say, I was not able to sleep anyway.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit, although today was a holiday. Nada to report. I was back at the detestable Slob Manor by 4pm. I contemplated the reinstatement of my nightly trek to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala as early as this evening. Unfortunately, I was too fatigued to entertain the idea. As you may recall, the nightly excursion was specifically tasked for the avoidance of exposure to irritating Slob Manor tenants. I am likely to reinstate the latter benign activity soon, though.

Force Field Foolery

I was rudely awakened by Alan at 5am this morning. He's been a little quieter at night ever since Kyle chastised him. Kyle, however, was not privy to witness the nonsense because he has been spending Saturday nights elsewhere for the past month. I don't know where, and I don't care.

When I departed at 8am, groggy as ever, I observed that Alan was sitting at the dining table with a lot of paperwork in front of him. By the way, Kyle has also been perturbed by Alan's usage of the dining table as an office desk. Alan was dressed in a long-sleeved shirt, dress pants, and dress shoes. My guess is that he was dressed that way since 5am. What was he doing? I assumed that he was jotting down a few notes about his nocturnal experience inside his computer triangle. I have previously mentioned that 59-year-old Alan has three computers set up in a triangle in his squalid room. The computers allegedly create a "force field" within which he places himself while he sleeps. He regularly transcribes his trance-like experiences. Can it get any weirder at the detestable Slob Manor (read: rental housing)?

So, not exactly the same ol' Sunday shit. Unfortunately, the sight of the gorgeous hottie gym trainer at the gym barely made up for sleep deprivation. Baby is so fine, though. Too bad that baby doesn't want to come around, eh? I also ran into fellow senior citizen, Alex. He was joking around like the old days. So, I was relieved. Perhaps he was was just getting over the shock of returning to paradise (lost).

I returned to Slob Manor by 2pm on an extremely crowded bus. Kyle was in his room sleeping. Alan returned shorty from a trip to the grocery store and engaged in a noisy cooking session in the kitchen. I remained locked in my squalid room. I then performed my usual laundry chores, compiled my tax returns using the usual spreadsheet, and deleted the final four contacts in my on-line contact manager. I am completely ex communicado. Incidentally, my tax calculations take about ten minutes to prepare, including all items related to the detestable "condotel" unit. I don't know why my queued tasks take so long to complete. I have set everything up for maximum efficiency. I suppose that nothing can circumvent procrastination. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Apparition

Same ol' shit. I was a little fatigued all day because of lack of sleep. One of residents of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) returned at about 2am this morning, most likely drunk, and was making a lot of noise in the kitchen. Alan was already back from work, so who could that have possibly been? The same resident has been been quite brazen about his increasing noise levels. I was surprised at first, but now I know that human nature of a deviant kind is at play. I remember when the resident in question claimed to have "read the Riot Act" to Alan because of late night noise in the kitchen.

When I returned to Slob manor this afternoon at 3pm, the resident in question was in the kitchen. Seems that he spends a lot of time there nowadays. A typical lunch or dinner consisting of a bowl of rice, chopped-up vegetable salad, slices of fruit, and the heating of two small frozen entrées in the big oven results in nearly two hours of non-stop banging of kitchen utensils and kitchenware, and a slammin' soirée of cupboard doors and drawers. Even Joker did not make that much noise in comparison. What a hypocrite!

I had already suspected that something was wrong a couple of weeks ago when I noticed that he had placed some of his food on my shelf in the fridge. When I run low on food, I often have empty space. So, homeboy was apparently "testing the water" to see how far he could go. Mind you, I only have one shelf and one drawer in the entire fridge. I gave up my freezer space and any cupboard or drawer space to the other two clowns. Obviously, that's just not enough space for them. From that point forward, I knew that homeboy was putting on a front. Some of the nonsense that he has told me also raised a "red flag." I'm not sure why, but he often brought up the chick living in the attached studio and how her supposed boyfriend spends the nights there "banging the shit out of her." Why should he care about what the chick does in the privacy of her studio?

Currently, he's allegedly finishing up a Masters Degree in who-knows-what and working as a long-term substitute teacher at the same high school that my nephew attends. He wanted to apply to law school, but he seemed clueless about the process. I know that he's already run into a few problems at the high school because he injected a few "conspiracy" theory tidbits into the bland curriculum.

The guy is nearly 30 years old. He's an avid surfer and looks like a regular guy. Oddly, he doesn't get any mail (well, maybe one or two items so far), although he doesn't have another address. He uses a "pay and go" cellphone service just like the ol' lavahead, but the landlord has given him unlimited use (including long distance calls) of her land line phone. He claims to believe in all kinds of "conspiracy" theories and paranormal nonsense, which is possibly a "smokescreen." And, oddly enough, nothing about him shows up on any search engine or social/workplace aggregation site. He just does not exist, which is a total impossibility in these "high tech" times. He's an apparition.

As much as I claim that the library has outlived its usefulness, I still regard it as a prime sanctuary. I can read, relax, and recuperate in the inner courtyard. Life at Slob Manor would be completely unbearable without such a sanctuary to escape to on a nearly daily basis. Overall, I really need to find a place of my own, one that has few neighbors. I would require a lot of money to fulfill that dream, though. Oh well.

Lamp-Baked Molech II

"In a few weeks, the 40 million dollars President Obama promised to collect for his electoral campaign will only serve to show that the currency of his country is greatly devalued, and that the US, with its unusual growing public debt drawing close to 20 quadrillion, is living on the money it prints up and not on the money it produces. The rest of the world pays for what they waste." -- Fidel Castro

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nada to report. I was back at Slob manor (read: rental housing) for more of the same. We already know the drill, eh? Sadly, downloading of choice hurdy-gurdy video clips remains close to mummification. So, I have not much to do in the evenings.

My only thought for the day: I could divest the netbook immediately if I could mummify the vast hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL). Why can't I just mummify it right now? Oh, we know why ... the "inner animal." Sheesh!

I purchased a lamp-baked chicken on sale for $6 at Safeway® this afternoon. Yeah, I vowed never to purchase another lamp-baked chicken. I've gone against my word, obviously. I have learned, though, that the meat from the lamped-baked chicken should be removed from the bones while hot. The boneless chicken can then be refrigerated. Not doing so will only result in a wrestling match between the lamp-baked chicken and yourself. Certainly detracts from an enjoyable dinner.

Finally, I can safely say that the best movie I have viewed (insofar as an effective distraction is concerned) would be "So Close." Nothing else comes close. Be sure to check it out while it's still on the Crackle® site.

14 Kumk'u 3 Kimi

(12.19.19.4.6) Same ol' shit again. Only the ride out of town on the bus proved mildly interesting. A skinny maggot boarded the Route 1L bus at a bus stop in the McCully district. He plopped himself down in the seat next to me, slamming his backpack into my arm and numb right thigh. He said nothing, so I told him to "take it easy" when sitting down instead of slamming his crap into me. He quickly became defiant and "lippy." I was tempted to wrap my arm around his neck and snap it, but I refrained.

Then, the young, albeit loud, war veteran buddy boarded the bus in Kaimuki. He asked the maggot to move down one seat so that he could sit next to me and chat. By the way, I usually sit on the side-facing bench seat in the back that fits three people. I was laughing to myself because my war veteran buddy would not hesitate to drop the little faggot if he offered any "lip." As it were, I was also in the company of a homeless acquaintance who was seating on the long bench seat at the extreme rear of the bus. And, homeless guys don't look like the type of people anyone wants to play taunting games with.

At the library, I perused two books in the past two days. "What's the Economy For, Anyway?: Why It's Time to Stop Chasing Growth and Start Pursuing Happiness," by David Batker and John de Graaf was interesting with sound analyses. However, as with this genre of books, recommendations are included. That's where I "draw the line." As with most recommendations, futile hope is involved. Power rests with the moneychangers and powers-that-be. Neither are going to change to suit the commonweal while quick profits keep rolling in. End story.

I also perused the book, "The Paranormal: Who Believes, Why They Believe, and Why It Matters," by Erich Goode. I'd actually like to go back and read the book in its entirety. Interesting, provocative, well seasoned. Nice theses about why people, especially citizens of empire, are so easily duped into believing religious mumbo-jumbo and other weird nonsense.

Earlier this morning, I happened to observe a passenger playing with his Apple® iPad® on the bus. I have to admit, the "apps" for the iPad® are much more compelling and futuristic than those for the BlackBerry® PlayBook®. Really nice stuff. On the other hand, the third-party "apps for my tablet computer are simply pathetic and often useless. I refuse to install any of them for fear of "tablet shame." I suppose that, in the long run, I picked another loser again. Sheesh!