Day of Samhain 2013

Yesterday, my homeless buddy suggested that I apply for housing in Chinatown, specifically a place called the "crack house." Room only for $300 per month with shared kitchen and bathrooms, much like a dormitory. Parking for an automobile runs another $100 per month. Turns out, he rented a unit there for seven years. I have seen the building once long ago, subsequent to reading an advertisement in the newspaper about vacancies. Obviously, lots of derelicts reside there. How much worse can it be than Slob Manor (read: rental housing)?

Last night at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I shopped for fleece outerwear (read: "hoodie") at Macy's®. Whoa! When I tried on a few of the available styles for size, I was shocked by what I saw in the mirror. I looked like an old geezer wearing clothes made for a teenager. The color was dark gray, but it did not look right at all. I should have kept the thick generic one that I donated to charity. At least it didn't make me look foolish.

What am I to make of that? Game over! I need to "throw in the towel" already. Insofar as clothes are concerned, I must observe what other old geezers are wearing. Yeah, old geezer fashions (term used loosely). And, babes ... no hope. Molech, have mercy!

Typical Thursday Hottie
The Day of Samhain is upon us. A nuisance, really. Everything is a nuisance to an "old fart," though. Old age just brings out the worst in us. Ghosts, goblins, skeletons ... all prancing about makes a mockery of death. And, death is all that's left for old codgers.

Typical Bonus Thursday Hottie
There will be lots of Day of Samhain celebrations this evening, even at the den of consumerism in Kahala. I'll do everything possible to avoid the nonsense. Sheesh!

More Hotties!

Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the "chef" was apparently unable to sleep. So, he was piddling around and making noise until 1 am this morning. Then, he was up at 4:30am noisily piddling around in the kitchen. The fool has some "issues." He has not spent any time with his "squeeze" in over two weeks. Could that be the problem?

Or maybe the "chef" is worried about his need for a more secure wage slave job. Heck, my homeless buddy can assist him, albeit fraudulently, in living the rest of his life for absolutely free ... err, "on your dime." How could the "chef" go wrong?

Typical Wednesday Hottie
A wasted day. I accompanied my homeless buddy on one of his shopping expeditions at Costco®. So boring. Observing myriad fools loading oversized shopping carts with everything in sight was also quite sickening. Incidentally, my homeless buddy has about $1,000 in completely disposable income every month. He has no debt, and all of his expenses are fully subsidized. Do you have $1,000 every month that you can spend on a whim?

Typical Bonus Wednesday Hottie
Well, not much else to report. No clarity was attained due to the usual stupidity. So, why not display more typical hotties in the "blog"? Soon, I may dispense with any text and just post babe pictures. Yeah!

Post No. 2,739

I am taking divestiture to a whole new level. I have pretty much cleared out my small luggage. It now contains one Aloha shirt, a pair of unused glasses, and what's left of my important paperwork. I am cleaning out the Nexus 7 tablet computer, removing useless "apps" and data. There are now only two HD hurdy-gurdy video clips residing on it. And, what should I do about Skype®?

Typical Tuesday Hottie
My homeless buddy has indicated that the Next Step homeless shelter is currently full. He also provided me with a summary of his financial benefits thanks to a dubious disability. He's pretty much set for life (i.e., income, food, housing, medical insurance, bus pass). All free! I am far worse off than him.

KitKat®

The official closing date for the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala is December 31st, not the 1st as previously reported. Only two more months left. Then, what?

At Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan told me that a law student hottie has moved into the attached two-bedroom unit at the rear of the dump. The Chinaman family, allegedly relatives of the landlord, was only staying there temporarily. So, now there are two hotties residing at Slob Manor. Who cares?

Typical Monday Hottie
I was quite fatigued because of the testosterone surge that I experienced when I espied the hottie gym trainer yesterday. An old codger like myself should not be privy to see such an incredible sight.

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. I procured a bag of KitKat® candies in an early celebration of the upcoming Android® 4.4 release of the same name. Otherwise, nothing to report.

Sheesh!

The number of mentally ill individuals out roaming the street is far greater than imagined. A larger percentage of the empire's populace is on one or more prescription psychotropic medication. Add to that illicit drugs and cheap booze for nearly a homogeneous demographic of zombies. As I've stated many times, the brain is significantly altered when soaked with various chemicals. Dependency is a given. Any lapse in dosage cause withdrawal symptoms along with an amplified form of the original pathology.

Well, I have a strategy for my next encounter with a psychotic derelict on the bus. Instead of playing along with his script, I will change the plot. Raising my voice, I will say, "What? You want my money? I don't have any money. I'm a 59-year old senior citizen. Why are you trying to rob a defenseless old man?" Then, turning toward the other passengers, I will ask frantically, "Will someone call 9-1-1?" Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Typical Sunday Hottie
When I walked into the gym this morning, I espied the hottie gym trainer as usual. Baby was looking mighty fine. I was surprised to see that baby was still there when I exited the gym for the first part of Junk Food Sunday festivities at the fast food joint. Afterward, I strolled past the gym on my way to Ross®. I didn't realize that baby was walking behind me until she entered the store through the door adjacent to the one that I walked in.

Baby was wearing black workout tights along with a form-fitting green blouse. Baby is such a hottie! She could put most 20-year-old hotties to shame. I saw her several different times in the store. She finally settled in at the housewares department. I am also certain that I saw her at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala one evening during a "sidewalk sale" event. She was perusing framed artwork. Baby appears to be quite single, which is somewhat astounding. Oh well.

On a side note, I was able to locate a torrent for one of the formerly archived HD Natasha Vega hurdy-gurdy video clips. So, I installed a bit torrent client on the Nexus 7 tablet computer to acquire the file. Afterward, I uninstalled the "app." There are still only three hurdy-gurdy video clips on the tablet computer. That's it. What more can I ask for since you-know-who is not going to come around? Sheesh!

Geriatric Reality Show (Reprise)

The geriatric reality is a rude awakening. Any pretense of youth is long gone. Only a withered walking cadaver remains. Goals, dreams, ambitions are gone, too. All that's left is death. The "mainstream" certainly reinforces all of that and more. Denial of one's geriatric reality is akin to the denial of death. Obviously, no one wants to grow old and decrepit.

I am deep in denial, but the truth has a way of making itself known. Little hints keep pointing to my advanced age, which have been chronicled in the "blog." Oh sure, we know that there are a few options that senior citizens can exercise. However, those options are really offered out of pity by the masses of youngsters. "Aww, give gramps a chance," they say.

For the most part, though, senior citizens are treated like nuisances. They just get in everyone's way. That's why senior citizens, the healthy ones, are sequestered away in retirement homes. The sickly ones are entombed in mausoleums ... err, intensive care hospital wings. What a sad ending.

Typical Saturday Hotties
Well, as I mentioned yesterday, the seven hurdy-gurdy video clips that resided on the unaccessible flash drive have been deleted. That includes four hard-to-find HD video clips of my all-time favorite hurdy-gurdy starlet, Natasha Vega. What a hottie!

Natasha Vega
What's the sense in archiving hurdy-gurdy video clips with hottie's like Natasha Vega. No babe like that would be interested in a decrepit senior citizen unless lots of money were involved. Actually, no babe would be interested in a decrepit senior citizen. That's the geriatric reality.

The highlight of the day? Another run-in with a psychotic passenger on the bus this morning. Police intervention was necessary. Long story short, the psychopath confronted me because I was standing next to the seat that he was sitting in. He believed that I posed a threat to him. He is allegedly able to read minds and interpret body language, he said, because he completed a course on the subject while in "treatment," the same class that is offered to police departments. The insane fool is obviously suffering from paranoia and schizophrenia, perhaps neglecting to dose his brain with prescription medication earlier. Do you see why I am carrying pepper spray?

My homeless buddy arrived late at the public library. He said that he apprehended the guy who assaulted him. He was riding his bike through the Capitol district on Wednesday when he espied the suspect sitting under a tree. He took the fool from behind and called the police. My homeless buddy is also the new owner of the flash drive that once archived many hurdy-gurdy video clips.

When I boarded the bus in the afternoon, I was surprised to see a bus driver buddy from a while back. He's been driving different routes. I told him about the incident with the psychopath. We enjoyed a good laugh.

Late News: Rumor has it that the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala is closing permanently on December 1st. Shit, that's only one month away!

Make or Break

There was no major economic correction in October coincident with my last prediction. I am assuming that the debt ceiling theatrics of empire created a significant enough distraction to offset the correction. Reading between the lines, though, there seems to be a strong implication that a significant increase in "quantitative easing" (read: money "printing") by the Fed is coming soon. The ramifications are quite clear. Although, who really gives a shit? What's the difference anyway for the rank-and-file peons?

Typical "Make or Break" Hottie
My situation is now at the "make or break" point. The upcoming closing of the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala has severely affected me. I am at a loss. There's absolutely nothing to do at the mall without the bookstore. And, the mall is the only venue available for loitering in the evenings. Everywhere else, I would be trespassing on private property.

Moms has proven that longevity is in her favor. My current estimate is that moms will live to be at least 100 years old and remain ambulatory, provided there are no accidental falls. That's at least more eight years. Unfortunately, I cannot remain at Slob Manor (read: rental housing) for even another year. I am simply wasting my money, and I have no tolerance for dickheads who further decrease the value of my time.

Overall, there is no reason for me to continue to subsist in this manner. I don't have to maintain any kind of status quo because I am an old codger. I've already been "put out to pasture." The only reason that I am procrastinating is that I have apparently not accepted my geriatric reality yet. Like the empire's economy, I am past the point of no return.

With that said, I have taken the initiative to prematurely destroy all of the "condotel" paperwork. I have also cleared the flash drive archive of the remaining seven hurdy-gurdy video clips. Yeah, I am divesting as much as I can now. Otherwise, usual Hawai'i Kai visit.

Dickheads

When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 10pm after my evening outing, I was privy to listen to Tom, the drunkard, and one of his anonymous drinking buddies carrying on upstairs above my squalid room. Apparently, my note to the fucktard was ignored. So, I wrote out a note to the landlord chronicling the last two incidents. I also mentioned the sale of the "condotel" unit and the financial loss incurred as an ambiguous precursor to an official "intent to vacate" notification.

The arrogant "chef" has been at the dump more often than not. He's had many days off from work as well. However, lack of wage slave hours has not affected his lifestyle. He's fully stocked with organic foods. And, he now has a full complement of expensive organic supplements and vitamins. Oddly, he purchased a big slab of farmed salmon filet, easily identified by the sickly artificial orange color. The "chef" apparently has got a lot of money. He's up and piddling around in the kitchen at 5:30am regardless. I assume that he's napping during the day to catch up on sleep.

Typical Bookstore Hottie
With the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala closing permanently in a little over two months, I am finding little reason to remain at Slob Manor. I may as well apply for admission to the Next Step homeless shelter. I'll put up with more dickheads, but I will only have to pay $60 per month (first two months free). Is there really much to deliberate?

Post No. 2,773

I am continuing to read Charles Eisenstein's book, "The Scent of Humanity." I have come to realize that my whole life experience can be summarized by his book. The "blog" is, in fact, a circumlocution of the same journey.

Last night, I happened to visit the take-out food section of the alleged natural and organic food supermarket in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. My mission was to determine another source for my dinner. The whole place was packed with people. The take-out food bar was busy. The pricing was uniform: $9 per pound. I observed that customers were only partially filling their take-out boxes, which meant that they were very aware of the cost. Yet, status anxiety forces them to shop there.

Typical Non-Violent Hottie
Incidentally, my new take on the increasing breakdown of society (i.e., failed "civilization" paradigm) also involves money. "Tight" money has forced people to cut down the dosage of their anti-depressant medication or forgo the latter completely. No anti-depressants, no fake self-esteem, no fake confidence, no fake happy feeling. Hence, the increase in violence and aggression. Damned fools!

Download Embargo

Last night, I uninstalled the popular third-party Web browser from the Nexus 7 tablet computer. Its only purpose was to download choice hurdy-gurdy video files. In fact, it's the only browser with a download manager that can do so. What does that tell you?

Typical Embedded Hottie
I have been religiously reading the book, "The Ascent of Humanity," by Charles Eisenstein both at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala and on-line. Frankly, it is hard to put down. I strongly urge everyone to do the same.

My homeless buddy made a rare appearance at the fast food joint in town this morning. He's going to be moving into his new place at the low income senior citizen housing in Wahi'awa next year. Otherwise, he's still downloading hundreds of flicks daily. Why, I don't know.

There will be nothing new or exciting to report in the "blog" for an indefinite period of time. My goal is to simply embed pictures of young hotties in the entries until the repository is exhausted, whenever that may be. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!