MPT

The ol' lavahead is now 59 years old, one more year closer to death. Holy mackerel! Can I at least get a taste of freedom during my last few years? Sheesh!

Last night, I mulled over the feasibility of an evening outing to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. After all, Black Friday was still going on. I decided to take the risk. Bad decision. However, I was privy to witness absurdity at its best. Crowds of idiots were milling about with stupid expressions on their faces much like total inebriation with cheap booze. Shopping really does produce a euphoric stupor. And, that's really all there is to the so-called "American" life-style.

Even the fruit-based computer store was mobbed with shoppers. People were purchasing two or more computers, tablet computers, "smartphones," and music players. Thousands of dollars were being handed over to the "specialists" for products that would "enrich people's lives." I used one of the fruit-based tablet computers to search for meaningful "apps." Nada.

Just as with my Nexus 7 tablet computer, there are no relevant "apps." Most "apps" are either useless or foolish time-wasting games. I only use a Web browser, a file manager, and a video player. No torrent client; way too taxing on the hardware. Aside from minor legitimates uses, the tablet computer is just a "mobile pr0n terminal" (MPT).

Typical MPT Hotties
Unexciting day. No visit to the public library. Lots of fools out shopping. Expect the stock market to surge next week after the results of Black Friday weekend are announced. Tiresome at best. Fortunately, I have my personal MPT to keep me occupied. Sheesh!

Ol' Lavahead Day 2013

Ol' Lavahead Day. Black Friday. So similar, yet so diametrically opposed. No excursion to the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala last night, even though one retail store already commenced Black Friday sales at 8pm. Why not call it Black Thursday or Black Four-Day Weekend?

Well, another Ol' Lavahead Day has come and gone. No one noticed. No one cared. Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Heatwave and vog continues unabated. Lots of zombies out shopping. When the overlords of Wall Street command the masses to spend all their money on useless junk, the latter do so freely and willingly. Otherwise, nothing to report.

Typical Overwhelming Hottie
The power of the overlords of Wall Street almost overpowered the oversized cranium. I was overcome by tablet computer shame over the past week or so. Then, I was overexposed to the myriad Black Friday advertising. Oversaturated by propaganda, I almost gave in to temptation to overspend on the overpriced fruit-based tablet computer. Overwhelmed by all the nonsense, I became frozen in indecision. Oh well.

No-Holiday Holiday 2013

Last night, my evening outing in Kahala was intentionally limited. Dinner at the sandwich shop. Loitered at the fruit-based computer store. No bookstore visit, though. The den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) was way too crowded for comfort. Too many idiots. Too many fat slobs. Too many sycophants of empire. Too many insouciant peons salivating in Pavlovian anticipation of Black Friday.

No time for holidays, especially one that's both trivial and blasphemous. This morning, my Nissan® Frontier and I engaged in a field trip to the den of consumerism in Kahala. Purchase coffee at the coffee shop. Bus trip to town. Gym. Return to mall. Eat an early dinner at the sandwich shop. Loiter around. Stop off at Foodland Farms in Aina Haina on the way back to Slob Manor (read: rental housing). Call it a day once back at the dump.

Typical No-Holiday Hottie
I finally came to my senses concerning the tablet computer. The Nexus 7 is just fine for me. No need to waste excessive money on the fruit-based tablet computer. Sure, Android® is unpolished and has a lot of lag. Who cares? I'm certainly not in any hurry.

Did you invest all of your money in the stock market? The Dow should hit 17,000 before Saturnalia and pass 18,000 just after the new Fed chief is installed in mid-January. Word has it that corporate stock buybacks are fueling the latest "bubble" (with ample support from the Fed). No sign of the fundamentals. Go ahead, get rich quick while you can!

Black Wednesday

Last night, I ran into Alan (originally from Convalescent City in Cali) as I walked to the sandwich shop in Kahala. He was waiting at the bus stop. I had not seen him for a while. Apparently, he visited Convalescent City last year. He said that he ran into Romero (lord of the Great Romero Empire). He also mentioned that he has been in contact with Jill, a mutual friend from way back, through social networking.

I have spent very little time at the bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. Heck, I may cease loitering in the bookstore entirely. Nearly empty already, the place is way too dismal. I'm better off loitering at the fruit-based computer store. I can play with the fruit-based tablet computer and fume in envy. "Tablet computer shame" at its worst.

Typical Pavlovian Hottie
I paid an impromptu visit to the "crack house" in Chinatown this morning. I did not make any arrangements with the resident manager, so I was not able to enter the building. Outside, I observed that the structure was fully concrete. So, no noise problems from neighbors. Clearly, though, there has been little maintenance performed over the years. There were large windows for each room. I could see that most of the tenants has boxes and luggage stacked up from floor to ceiling, displacing at least half of the available living space. Across the street is the church mission that serves three meals per day to several hundred destitute and homeless folk. The neighborhood looked entirely Third World. The pathetic scene was so dismal, so noir. I am most likely going to nix the plan to move to the "crack house." Back to Square Zero.

Black Friday ... Black Friday ... blah, blah, blah. That's all I have been seeing and hearing. The insouciant peons of empire are salivating in Pavlovian fashion while waiting for Black Friday. Sickening.

"Crack House"

Yesterday at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), the "chef" and I chatted briefly. After completing a graduate degree in education at the Diploma Mill, he's $50,000 in student loan debt and working as a part-time substitute teacher (read: dead-end job) at a local high school. So, he is definitely pursuing the massage therapy certification at a local community college. He's also planning to either take yoga classes or join a gym. What is the method to his madness? As far as I can tell, babes. He wants to find another babe, a new "squeeze." What other explanation is there?

Typical Yoga Hottie
Upon following up yet again on the status of my application to reside at the "crack house" in Chinatown, I was told that I have been accepted. The room that is reserved for me is on the 4th floor (i.e., topmost) of the walk-up building. The structure itself is apparently very run-down. Lots of noise, and residents cause major problems at least once per week. Parking is available in the next building at a reduced rate. I will be making my final decision tomorrow. A deposit will be required to hold the room. If all goes well, I will submit to the landlord my written intent to vacate Slob Manor on Sunday. Aside from that, I restored my extreme monk haircut a day early because of the upcoming holiday.

By the way, the stock Apple® iPad cannot be used as a "mobile pr0n terminal" (MPT). The stock WebKit browser cannot download files from file-sharing sites. And, there are no torrent clients available for the device. The iPad is a clean machine. Sheesh!

Versatility (Reprise)

Well, I have certainly belabored the point about the Nexus 7 tablet computer. To what end, though? Am I seriously thinking about switching to the costlier fruit-based tablet computer? Nicer "apps," but I will never use any of them. Believe me, I should know. And, what about the obsolescence ceiling for the Nexus 7 coming next Summer? The Nexus 7 is now running the latest upgrade operating system. Most devices on the same platform may never even see the upgrade before being decommissioned.

I should actually be embracing Android®, much as I did with Linux. Both are "rough around the edges," but there is a distinct nerd quality about either. The other day, I cited versatility as a key factor. Yes, even though most of the "apps" are hideous, there are quite a few that would never be allowed into the fruit-based tablet computer's "ecosystem." Not acceptable.

Of course, there's the issue concerning Google®. I have learned to deal with it. I have combed the entire settings panels and toggled off all surveillance options. I doubt that I was totally effective. However, I have also invoked other countermeasures as well. Really, who cares about an obscure old codger anyway?

Typical Hawai'i Kai Hottie
Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Nothing to report. Everything remains in stasis as we await outcomes that are simply out of my control. There is, of course, a lot of stress. I just keep ruminating on the fact that I am an old codger. My significance keeps decreasing by the day.

Tablet Computer Shame

The new Android® 4.4 "KitKat" update has kept me occupied and somewhat amused. I resorted to the "services framework trick" out of desperation in order to obtain the upgrade immediately. I could have easily converted the tablet computer into a doorstop. My irrational behavior was prompted by the upcoming (i.e., Summer 2014) obsolescence of the device.

I have not observed any performance improvements with "KitKat." That's probably why Android® is going to deprecate the Dalvik Virtual Machine in favor of the new Android® Run Time (ART). "Apps" will then run natively. Of course, something needs to done about the crappy "apps" first.

Last night, I spent more time playing with the tablet computers at the proprietary fruit-based computer store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. It's almost embarrasing being an Android® tablet computer user, what with the plethora of simple and hideous "apps" for "smartphones." Simple pleasures for simple minds, I suppose.

Typical "Change Agent" Hottie
Another unexciting Sunday itinerary. When I returned to Slob Manor (read: rental housing) at 3pm, I was privy to another drunken soirée above my squalid room courtesy Tom, the drunkard. Nothing ever changes.

Framework Trickery

I've consumed junk food for the past two days instead of healthier meals. No doubt, I have also ingested antibiotics, hormones, arsenic, ractopamine, preservatives, and more! I should know better. Why am I attempting to hasten the visit from the "grim reaper"?

Last night, while I was loitering in the proprietary fruit-based computer store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala, I realized that Android® is actually hideous insofar as aesthetics is concerned. The system "apps" are even worse. Third-party "apps" are not even worth mentioning. Why? Well, the answer is fairly obvious. The entire Android® "ecosystem" is designed only for "smartphones." No matter what official explanation has been offered, there is no actual tablet interface. Android®-based tablets are simply larger "smartphone" screens.

Typical Framework Hottie
Another uneventful day. Without a visit to the public library, the itinerary was limited. Upon return to Slob Manor (read: rental housing), I employed the dubious "services framework trick" on the Nexus 7 tablet computer in order to rush the operating system update. Mission accomplished on the first attempt. The update? Unexciting.

Versatility

Usual Hawai'i Kai visit. Status quo. nothing to report. I have been in an odd frame of mind lately. I'm beginning to care less and less about my situation. I am also completely disgusted with money matters.

No operating system (OS) update for the tablet computer yet, although the rollout is allegedly in progress. The OS update is likely to be the last for the device. I am not likely to purchase a new model of the same line in the future knowing that the device only has a built-in two-year obsolescence. I'll probably return to the more expensive option bearing the name of a popular fruit. I no longer require the versatility of the robot-named device. I also don't need a lot of storage. Only when the device is used as a "mobile pr0n terminal" (MPT) is there a real need for versatility and massive storage.

Typical Versatile Hottie
On a side note, the "crack house" in Chinatown will be a significant downgrade in life-style, that is, if I even end up residing there. Even Slob Manor (read: rental housing) will seem more upscale. Nonetheless, I have vowed to move if my application is accepted. The management has indicated that the rental unit will be reserved for me when I submit the security deposit. Thus, I will be able to give my 30-day notice to vacate Slob Manor without forfeiting my current security deposit.

Oddly, the situation at Slob Manor has improved drastically ever since I made my intent to move known. Tom, the drunkard, has been extremely quiet. Heck, he even found himself a wage slave job. However, I have no desire to remain at the dump. I have tolerated way too much nonsense already. Molech, have mercy!

Tombstone

The bookstore in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala is looking more barren with each passing day. Lots of empty shelves. Truly a sad story. And, with the public library in town completely infested with derelicts and the homeless, there really is no option left to peruse or read books. Yeah, we're moving toward an era when no one even needs to step outside the mausoleum. Just remain sequestered in the dungy tomb with the idiotic "smartphone" and computer.

With that said, I have engaged my ample idle time in rumination of all things real. Clarity. Truth, as it were. Oh, nothing that I haven't already chronicled in the "blog." And, unlikely as it may seem, I haven't been devoting any time to ogling gorgeous young hotties. Rather, I have been critically observing myriad senior citizens everywhere. Oh, what a folly is life! I have spent way too much time and effort directed toward the prevention of chronic illness. Yet, I have neglected the fact that old age is a chronic illness.

There is no way to "grow old gracefully." The body just becomes more fragile, more decrepit, more feeble regardless of diseases. The "Golden Years" do not exist, only a constant battle to remain ambulatory and sentient. The only issue is mortality. The only outcome is death.

Typical Sentient Hottie
Aside from the usual nonsensical agenda, I checked on the status of my application to rent a unit in the "crack house" in Chinatown. Once again, I was deferred until next week. Sheesh!

Teddi Rae
By the way, I read a review of a certain unnamed tablet computer on the Dedoimedo site. The review itself was secondary to the reviewer's assertion that a tablet computer is essentially a "mobile pr0n terminal" (MPT). With that said, how about new hurdy-gurdy hottie Teddi Rae? Baby is mighty fine.