We have a winner folks. I am not seeing a hail of anti-tax cases, yet I can hope. I can hope they keep having this outcome too. The only thing that will right the current imbalance is a MASSIVE reduction in government, and the only way to that end will be through a reduction in it’s socialistically stolen filthy lucre. Oh, people, I want this to happen so hard! But, I will be quite honest, even if it happens, that will not make life perfect. There is no such thing as Utopia, but the Utopia these nut politicians have been steering us toward is actually Ethiopia. Go visit the place sometime. Then remember those jokes about chicken bones and necks, phone booths and the population, then realize they stopped because… they were true. But, should the government stop being big brother, guess what, you will have to be your own keepers. You will have to watch Sally’s back, while George watches yours, and so on. And yes, there will be tyranny. Tell me there is not and is not more the other way, the way it is? You will be able to choose your tyranny by choosing your company. You cannot do that currently, try it. And, should you fail, you had better be humble when asking for charity. Demand like you have with this government and you will be not only rejected, you will be thrown out and maybe arrested, or the real government will deal with you more appropriately.
The funniest thing ever is that the very people who despise our government want what…? To MAKE IT BIGGER. D’oh! They call themselves intellectuals, Gandalf. INTELLECTUALS! HAHAHAHAHA. Now, you and I know that the populists who captain those ships know damn straight where they are going, but do honestly think Ward Churchill, Rachel Carson, or Betty Friedan are on the inside? Now look around a typical college town, the students are not radical, most are not even leftist anymore. It is just the professors and the locals, who both and often get mistaken for each other and bums. No offense meant to the bums, honestly. Well, the train is winding down, I had my fun, poked a hot topic or two... Oh, and for those professors who dress well, good start. Now, think like you dress and you might do a bit better. I think the only people less trusted than academics is media and congress. Hmmm, perhaps a three way dive? Hmph!
Anyway, a little tickle of free air in my nostrils and I dream like I woke up in a free land.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Into the dawn without a clue.
I got out of bed at 4:00 after having actually awoken around 1:25 or 2:25. I laid in bed, half napping, until I realized it was no use. I mobilized, turned on the machine, and spoke with my guest. I then checked the news sites for the usual nothing, then the blogs for same. I then fed the fishes and crawdad, and am just goofing now until it is light enough to mow, late enough to make a call or two, or something to trigger something else. Oh, I sent an email to the college I am intending to take a course with this fall. They did not contact me within their stated 24 hours, and I want to get registered quickly.
At least I am not feeling tired. If it is not too wet, I may try to get some mowing done today. I want to do the other cross hatch, and see what it looks like. I also need to call and set up a confession. I just cannot get to the weekly morning time, regularly, and I feel the need to get back. Oh, the wall! Sheesh, I have tons of things stacking up. I suppose it might be possible to get in tonight, but I just cannot guarantee it. Freaky sleep patterns really have me frustrated! Two days up, and working on another, so maybe I can still get caught up.
Well, I am heating some water for French press coffee, my bread recipe (from k), and then I will think about something to eat. I might finish off the jar of pickled turkey gizzards as a snack in the meantime. I liked pickled pork hocks, but something seemed to change, or my tastes have. Maybe they finally just skinnied up the hogs so much that they were no longer hoof worthy? Oh, I am still looking for a butcher who might sell beef brains. I am thinking, fried in a little butter, salted and peppered to taste, and it will be a great as… fried peanut butter without the peanut taste. I guess I will just have to see.
Oh, hey, guess what day it is?!? It is the only day you have to actually work with, so do it! Or, urhm, give it a good thinking over. *smiles*
At least I am not feeling tired. If it is not too wet, I may try to get some mowing done today. I want to do the other cross hatch, and see what it looks like. I also need to call and set up a confession. I just cannot get to the weekly morning time, regularly, and I feel the need to get back. Oh, the wall! Sheesh, I have tons of things stacking up. I suppose it might be possible to get in tonight, but I just cannot guarantee it. Freaky sleep patterns really have me frustrated! Two days up, and working on another, so maybe I can still get caught up.
Well, I am heating some water for French press coffee, my bread recipe (from k), and then I will think about something to eat. I might finish off the jar of pickled turkey gizzards as a snack in the meantime. I liked pickled pork hocks, but something seemed to change, or my tastes have. Maybe they finally just skinnied up the hogs so much that they were no longer hoof worthy? Oh, I am still looking for a butcher who might sell beef brains. I am thinking, fried in a little butter, salted and peppered to taste, and it will be a great as… fried peanut butter without the peanut taste. I guess I will just have to see.
Oh, hey, guess what day it is?!? It is the only day you have to actually work with, so do it! Or, urhm, give it a good thinking over. *smiles*
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Bland is as bland does. Blah!
I am exhausted, but I have been up all day today. I did not get much done. I took my medicines, fixed breakfast and cleaned up, and… stayed awake. The email I was expecting from the college did not come through. I may just visit their site and see what is going on. I really need to get going on some things again, this being what is already active so I need to push it.
I keep thinking about how unimportant all I think is. God does not need my faith, though it is said to please him. My government does not need my vote. My friends do not need my encouragement or wisdom. Well, my crawdad, as things sit, needs me. That’s something. And, no, this is not a downer. It is not sad. It just is. As fact, it can be a bit freeing. Well, ok, perhaps too freeing. But I am considering getting tied up, so have no fear.
Not much to say, too tired to really think. I should just fix some supper, make it to 22:00, and then try and sleep. My mind is a bit numb, leftovers from yesterday’s extended wakefulness and from the attempt at switching my schedule around. Sorry, but that’s it.
I keep thinking about how unimportant all I think is. God does not need my faith, though it is said to please him. My government does not need my vote. My friends do not need my encouragement or wisdom. Well, my crawdad, as things sit, needs me. That’s something. And, no, this is not a downer. It is not sad. It just is. As fact, it can be a bit freeing. Well, ok, perhaps too freeing. But I am considering getting tied up, so have no fear.
Not much to say, too tired to really think. I should just fix some supper, make it to 22:00, and then try and sleep. My mind is a bit numb, leftovers from yesterday’s extended wakefulness and from the attempt at switching my schedule around. Sorry, but that’s it.
Am I awake yet? Let me think a bit longer, okies?
I was correct. I awoke at 5:45, after four to four and a half hours sleep, depending on what time I actually fell asleep, as I did take a shower and did not fall immediately to sleep either. However, I decided not to become ambulatory. Yes, I stayed in bed, and must have eventually dozed. Shortly after 7:00, I heard some clinking and clanging, but I could not quite pull out of the pillow nose dive I was facing, and it was not until 7:20 when I finally arose to find the elf doing her whatever. Oh, I can always tell when it is her out there, making noise. I think I can sense her. As I have said, even on knowledge blind days, I know she will be arriving. Anyway, she was complaining that I did not have my lawn furnishings available for use. I explained yesterday’s doings, again, which explains why I will be putting them up during my sleep time, that I have indeed used the set every day it has not rained, and pointed out that, in any case, it is going to rain so I would not be getting them out today. Humph, she indicated. Yes, logic, that pain in the butt you just cannot deny or like, but that is that, I roughly indicated. Humph, she indicated again. Yea, ok, she got the last… word? Humph. I do not care, I was still right AND she did not try to counter it.
Oh, plus, I was able to show her my score on BookWorm Deluxe. I just love the jealousy, surprise, awe, and sad feeling she emits when showing her even such a trifling gem. One more thing I can do that she cannot. The battle of the sexes rages as hopelessly as ever. The best she can hope for when the wolf is howling is to throw the scent and scatter the ideas so they cannot be feasted upon in terms even she cannot deny. She is not even so good at that, but there are times when she is weak in a way that needs some tenderness and I let the thing pass. But, not without letting her know a favor has been done. This women needs to know, face, truth. Oh, after I described yesterdays doings last night, and she asked some questions this morning, she finally agreed that my actions were “correct”. Honestly, that almost surprised me. It is cool, though. Well, she has been right, do not get me wrong. And she has been both a harsh and gentle wolf herself, lest you feel too bad. She just does not get near the number of chances.
Anyway, we began discussing a mother I know who is having trouble breast feeding. Yes, an odd topic. But, I am the curious sort and I end up hearing all sorts of things. The Queen asked if I knew if this woman was involved with a women’s group which focuses on the topic of breastfeeding and offers support, with a large data base on issue troubleshooting, though she stated it a little differently. I asked if it was a political group, as well, or had strong affiliations outside it’s claim to fame. She became defensive, and said something about not everything having a political agenda. And I suggested many do and she seems to run in most of those circles. She said, something like, oh yea, what about the Catholic Church. I just laughed and said, there is no secret to our agenda, unlike ACORN, NOW, WWW, Sierra Club, and dozens of other shadow political parties which act as if they are single topic or single group organizations and all obey The One Ring (she is a HUGE Lord of the Rings junky too, so this was crystal clear). She decided it was time to go home, and did not help with the last few dishes. I waived goodbye, indicating the door might hit her in her logic circuit should she be as slow of foot as mind, or something of that nature. I laughed again. Well, she was not quite through, she came in and went back out several times, collecting her laundry, mind, and other items. She, on the final pass, thanked me for breakfast and a wonderful evening last night and good day, really, she thought (I think she is trying to be nice because someone is leading her that way, other than me who she believes in not at all, or so she says… ??? dunno). And, I said, genuinely, that she was welcome and should she have really enjoyed, it really was my pleasure. Actually, in any case, it was my pleasure.
So, really, what you see here, and in comments, really is what I am. Sadly, perhaps, it is all I am. As for my part, I will take it. It is not perfect, but it suffices, sometimes more. Plus, I really do not hate people, I hate ideas, actions, and inactions which are evil. I cannot judge people but you had better bet your bottom, dollar, that I do judge. And yes, sometimes even prosecute, and more. However, I note, what I am is self centered and of a limited dimension and depth too. Why lie?
Oh, plus, I was able to show her my score on BookWorm Deluxe. I just love the jealousy, surprise, awe, and sad feeling she emits when showing her even such a trifling gem. One more thing I can do that she cannot. The battle of the sexes rages as hopelessly as ever. The best she can hope for when the wolf is howling is to throw the scent and scatter the ideas so they cannot be feasted upon in terms even she cannot deny. She is not even so good at that, but there are times when she is weak in a way that needs some tenderness and I let the thing pass. But, not without letting her know a favor has been done. This women needs to know, face, truth. Oh, after I described yesterdays doings last night, and she asked some questions this morning, she finally agreed that my actions were “correct”. Honestly, that almost surprised me. It is cool, though. Well, she has been right, do not get me wrong. And she has been both a harsh and gentle wolf herself, lest you feel too bad. She just does not get near the number of chances.
Anyway, we began discussing a mother I know who is having trouble breast feeding. Yes, an odd topic. But, I am the curious sort and I end up hearing all sorts of things. The Queen asked if I knew if this woman was involved with a women’s group which focuses on the topic of breastfeeding and offers support, with a large data base on issue troubleshooting, though she stated it a little differently. I asked if it was a political group, as well, or had strong affiliations outside it’s claim to fame. She became defensive, and said something about not everything having a political agenda. And I suggested many do and she seems to run in most of those circles. She said, something like, oh yea, what about the Catholic Church. I just laughed and said, there is no secret to our agenda, unlike ACORN, NOW, WWW, Sierra Club, and dozens of other shadow political parties which act as if they are single topic or single group organizations and all obey The One Ring (she is a HUGE Lord of the Rings junky too, so this was crystal clear). She decided it was time to go home, and did not help with the last few dishes. I waived goodbye, indicating the door might hit her in her logic circuit should she be as slow of foot as mind, or something of that nature. I laughed again. Well, she was not quite through, she came in and went back out several times, collecting her laundry, mind, and other items. She, on the final pass, thanked me for breakfast and a wonderful evening last night and good day, really, she thought (I think she is trying to be nice because someone is leading her that way, other than me who she believes in not at all, or so she says… ??? dunno). And, I said, genuinely, that she was welcome and should she have really enjoyed, it really was my pleasure. Actually, in any case, it was my pleasure.
So, really, what you see here, and in comments, really is what I am. Sadly, perhaps, it is all I am. As for my part, I will take it. It is not perfect, but it suffices, sometimes more. Plus, I really do not hate people, I hate ideas, actions, and inactions which are evil. I cannot judge people but you had better bet your bottom, dollar, that I do judge. And yes, sometimes even prosecute, and more. However, I note, what I am is self centered and of a limited dimension and depth too. Why lie?
Monday, July 23, 2007
It is crash time in Iowa the east south.
My lady showed up tonight, with corn, green beans, and asked what I had to add. I happened to have 3 ribs left, and some fine butter, kosher salt, and a cooks talent. So, I went to work. I have a nice double steamer, 12-16 quart, technically, somewhere in that range. Anyway, I decided to steam heat the ribs right in with it and it came out quite well. Then a game of Scrabble, luckily, she was as tired as I was, sort of. She was starting to fall asleep, so decided to head out. Good thing too.
It has been a long time since I slept. I want to shower first though. I am surprised I am not more dysfunctional. Still, it is that time. The great thing about staying up to 1:00 is that I was pretty sure I would not sleep all that long. I might get 4, maybe 6 hours in. She will be stopping by for the rest of her laundry, and breakfast if she will help with the dishes. Not much, as we did and will again use paper plates. But there are pans, silverware (stainless, actually), and such. She scoffed at the notion until I suggested it is my bacon, my eggs, and I will be cooking. Plus, I will hold off on the French press until she begs to help with dishes. HaHa! Whipassssh! Hehe
Oh, bother. Goodnight!
It has been a long time since I slept. I want to shower first though. I am surprised I am not more dysfunctional. Still, it is that time. The great thing about staying up to 1:00 is that I was pretty sure I would not sleep all that long. I might get 4, maybe 6 hours in. She will be stopping by for the rest of her laundry, and breakfast if she will help with the dishes. Not much, as we did and will again use paper plates. But there are pans, silverware (stainless, actually), and such. She scoffed at the notion until I suggested it is my bacon, my eggs, and I will be cooking. Plus, I will hold off on the French press until she begs to help with dishes. HaHa! Whipassssh! Hehe
Oh, bother. Goodnight!
Up 27 hours, 2 to go, I wonder what I will think of the thougnts, typing, and overall editing in the morning?
Two things came together as I was reading through the headlines of the NYTs. A fellow blogger, of a conservative bent, had a link to an article at the NYT’s online site which did not link and I never could find it on my own. I think he may have had the title wrong and or they figured out who linked and cut the connect, maybe buried the article, changed the title, who knows but it would not surprise me whatever happened. The article headline that I saw that caught my attention, though about a different matter, and then melded with another left idealism floating around in my mind, provided an interesting notion.
The left seems to feel that equality of outcome, at any cost really, is what should be desired. It is what they work toward in spite of reality pushing dirt in their faces. Was it not a lefty who sang “… don’t spit into the wind…” and several other common sensical songs? Do they not listen to their own music, or do they just not or choose not to understand it? I listen and understand THEIR music, go figure. Ok, to the point. The article in question dealt with a “backlash” against President Bush for not doing enough for women’s health. Now, thinking about these two things, I realize that, even should this be true, he IS doing the right thing. As a fact, we will probably, according to leftist dogma, put a cap on women’s lives to even that thing out. I mean, it certainly is not “fair” that women get to live longer then men. I know, it’s not their fault, just like it’s not men’s fault for choosing and being successful at engineering, math, science (no, engineering is not science, it uses science, sort of), sports, and good sex. (Did you catch the little joke? Goody! Sort of, anyway…) Still, women are pushed into areas they quite often do not excel, at the expense of men who do excel and are not given the opportunity, ostensibly for the purposes of equality. I just think they should, as such and because of said, also be for the equality of the grave yard in equal times?
No, I do not support this. This is just one example of why I am not a “liberal”. Then again, I am thinking, maybe their ultimate plan IS a cutoff. That retirement age they keep lowering in European countries… guess what, that will be their equalizing age… and no retirement pay-out. Luscious, well, as luscious as feasting on new born babes anyway. Sadly, we all seem to be getting a taste of that. But, please, do not tell me even they do not see it coming. Saw it coming from the start when they, as a people, helped implement it. It was in their hearts. It is what they wanted to do to the elderly then, in the beginning.
Well, enough cheer and sunshine for one day. Sort of. I suppose I should go do something fun, like waive to my neighbors… so the cops know which ones shot at me… Well, not quite yet, but it is coming. If it is God’s will, their poor aim, and my quick reaction (yeah, ok, God’s will totally, no joking), I will live and they will pay. I love playing with vipers, really really.
I am not asking if you agree, I am just curious if this is coherent? My mind is a tad lopsided.
The left seems to feel that equality of outcome, at any cost really, is what should be desired. It is what they work toward in spite of reality pushing dirt in their faces. Was it not a lefty who sang “… don’t spit into the wind…” and several other common sensical songs? Do they not listen to their own music, or do they just not or choose not to understand it? I listen and understand THEIR music, go figure. Ok, to the point. The article in question dealt with a “backlash” against President Bush for not doing enough for women’s health. Now, thinking about these two things, I realize that, even should this be true, he IS doing the right thing. As a fact, we will probably, according to leftist dogma, put a cap on women’s lives to even that thing out. I mean, it certainly is not “fair” that women get to live longer then men. I know, it’s not their fault, just like it’s not men’s fault for choosing and being successful at engineering, math, science (no, engineering is not science, it uses science, sort of), sports, and good sex. (Did you catch the little joke? Goody! Sort of, anyway…) Still, women are pushed into areas they quite often do not excel, at the expense of men who do excel and are not given the opportunity, ostensibly for the purposes of equality. I just think they should, as such and because of said, also be for the equality of the grave yard in equal times?
No, I do not support this. This is just one example of why I am not a “liberal”. Then again, I am thinking, maybe their ultimate plan IS a cutoff. That retirement age they keep lowering in European countries… guess what, that will be their equalizing age… and no retirement pay-out. Luscious, well, as luscious as feasting on new born babes anyway. Sadly, we all seem to be getting a taste of that. But, please, do not tell me even they do not see it coming. Saw it coming from the start when they, as a people, helped implement it. It was in their hearts. It is what they wanted to do to the elderly then, in the beginning.
Well, enough cheer and sunshine for one day. Sort of. I suppose I should go do something fun, like waive to my neighbors… so the cops know which ones shot at me… Well, not quite yet, but it is coming. If it is God’s will, their poor aim, and my quick reaction (yeah, ok, God’s will totally, no joking), I will live and they will pay. I love playing with vipers, really really.
I am not asking if you agree, I am just curious if this is coherent? My mind is a tad lopsided.
Too tired to think, so what do I do? Yea write.
Well, after playing “tag, your ticket” and having to deal with some more aftermath of today’s jungle excursion, I did get a few more things done. A few things were sorted, a little more laundry done, an application for the math course was sent, and I had the opportunity to speak with my new neighbors. The application was an online thing, it was quick an painless. I am supposed to hear back from them within 24 hours, at which time, since it is a class requiring prerequisites, I will need to offer proof. It does not need to be formal proof, however, so no need for a few nickels I might not have at the moment. When speaking with the neighbors, I explained what had occurred, and asked that they watch for trespassers. I had feared they might not be on-board with this, I was wrong. He clearly wants no unrequested visitors. I suggested if he or she sees one or more and they do not wish to deal with it, that letting me know would be all it would take. He thought there would be no need, but should assistance be warranted, he would keep my offer in mind.
I did not make an appointment for confession. I did not make bread. I did not go target shooting. There are probably some other things I did not do either. But, it is 18:00 and I am still awake! I am going to try and push on through to 22:00. I have gotten my score to over 26,500,000 on BookWorm Deluxe. I might have to see if I can get a really high score. My previous high was 17 plus million on this part of the game (my favored part), and 18.6 plus million on the other part (least favored). I had wanted to correct that, and I am doing it in spades. The thing that worries me is; whether there is a game score limit where I might lose everything and it not be recorded; and, if something should happen, a power outage, a machine error, or a program error which would wipe out my work. I’ve almost thought of just getting to 30 million and taking a dive. That would be 30 times what the Queen can do, and 75 times what our education masters ‘friend’ can do. I just love doing it, really. Hehehe But that snotty, “So!” is worth every nanosecond.
Oh, I finally got a call from my mum. She has been busy helping to prepare for RAGBRI (and intra-Iowa bicycling tour). At each place they are routed through, venders take care of the bikers every, or well, every legal need and want. Our town is quite small, so it was just a meal pass through mostly. I am quite sure they would be welcomed to stay, and offered places to camp, beer and food to their wallets’ depths, and good cheer should they decide to stay. Though I know most go on, there are more hip spots just a spit of a ride away. Though the town certainly does not hurt for the passing. Just being a blip on their rout is a big deal. She will be coming mid-August. Oh, I have a church function picnic she might be here to attend. I really have to get that confession done and get back in there! Ack.
Have a pleasant day all. Really, it is a good summer. I am enjoying the heat and fun for the first time in at least 15 years. Even my downs are better than all but a very few up periods from before. I just wish I could shake some of the harsh feelings about liberals, evil, and such. Yeah, I am not saying why can we not all get along, mind you… I am just saying, I have carried this weight a long time and for little good. It might be time to let some of it go, even if I become assertive on specific things which do directly impact me. Anyway, have a good one. Maybe a cool one. Maybe a cold one. Just do not forget to thank, in some way, those around you who make you who you are, the best part of who you are, even if they are no longer here. It is said the shades can pray for us. Catch em’ off guard, pray first. ha
I did not make an appointment for confession. I did not make bread. I did not go target shooting. There are probably some other things I did not do either. But, it is 18:00 and I am still awake! I am going to try and push on through to 22:00. I have gotten my score to over 26,500,000 on BookWorm Deluxe. I might have to see if I can get a really high score. My previous high was 17 plus million on this part of the game (my favored part), and 18.6 plus million on the other part (least favored). I had wanted to correct that, and I am doing it in spades. The thing that worries me is; whether there is a game score limit where I might lose everything and it not be recorded; and, if something should happen, a power outage, a machine error, or a program error which would wipe out my work. I’ve almost thought of just getting to 30 million and taking a dive. That would be 30 times what the Queen can do, and 75 times what our education masters ‘friend’ can do. I just love doing it, really. Hehehe But that snotty, “So!” is worth every nanosecond.
Oh, I finally got a call from my mum. She has been busy helping to prepare for RAGBRI (and intra-Iowa bicycling tour). At each place they are routed through, venders take care of the bikers every, or well, every legal need and want. Our town is quite small, so it was just a meal pass through mostly. I am quite sure they would be welcomed to stay, and offered places to camp, beer and food to their wallets’ depths, and good cheer should they decide to stay. Though I know most go on, there are more hip spots just a spit of a ride away. Though the town certainly does not hurt for the passing. Just being a blip on their rout is a big deal. She will be coming mid-August. Oh, I have a church function picnic she might be here to attend. I really have to get that confession done and get back in there! Ack.
Have a pleasant day all. Really, it is a good summer. I am enjoying the heat and fun for the first time in at least 15 years. Even my downs are better than all but a very few up periods from before. I just wish I could shake some of the harsh feelings about liberals, evil, and such. Yeah, I am not saying why can we not all get along, mind you… I am just saying, I have carried this weight a long time and for little good. It might be time to let some of it go, even if I become assertive on specific things which do directly impact me. Anyway, have a good one. Maybe a cool one. Maybe a cold one. Just do not forget to thank, in some way, those around you who make you who you are, the best part of who you are, even if they are no longer here. It is said the shades can pray for us. Catch em’ off guard, pray first. ha
Oh, one more thing on my list of things to do. Done.
I guess the police will show up, sometimes. I saw one of my “neighbors” urinating on a building at 12:30 in the afternoon, or so, today. Happily, I saw what vehicle he drove in and got out of, got a decent look at him, called it in, then waited fifteen minutes or so. Right as the “neighbor” got in his car and was headed out, the police showed up. I pointed to his vehicle and the squad car blocked him in and flashed his lights. My "neighbor", I do believe, ended up with a ticket. After the officer left, he started razzing me. I told him, use the bathroom. He asked why I did not just talk to him. For one thing, it was too late by the time I saw it. Gotta potty train these newbies, I guess. He seemed to know enough of the tenants, if he was not one, that he could just go in easily and use the facilities. And, do not do that with kids around. I suppose the little boys know about all that, but there were two little girls in the area. He says I have “screwed with the wrong nigger”. My question to him should have been, which one is the right one? But nah, I just said, if you think I called it in because you are black, have one of your white friends there with you do that. Oh, and they were giving me the nastiest looks too, hah, I was sitting. They have not messed with a slightly zealous 300 pounder would be my guess, further, I would guess they do not ever want too. There were three of them, ha, that just allows me to use lethal force, immediately. And make no bones about it, three is a crowd and I do not like crowds. I have been there many times. Let them think I am easy, I remained seated and calm. He was saying something about if this was Chicago, and I just thought, well, if you liked it so much, go back. And, this is not Chicago. He thinks I need a job. I told him I already have one and laughed. He has no sense of my humor. Hehehe
Yeah, come on over son. Well see if your 9 marksmanship is anything like my .45 marksmanship, let alone my ability to focus on you through walls. I do not need to see you, as a fact, I may prefer not too. I will give him 1 in 10, and I am just as sure even if he gets that one, he still will not win. I have been through too much for a 9 to do more than get my attention and I can shoot just as well with either hand. It don’t make me no nevermind, as long as I get my check next payday.
Yeah, come on over son. Well see if your 9 marksmanship is anything like my .45 marksmanship, let alone my ability to focus on you through walls. I do not need to see you, as a fact, I may prefer not too. I will give him 1 in 10, and I am just as sure even if he gets that one, he still will not win. I have been through too much for a 9 to do more than get my attention and I can shoot just as well with either hand. It don’t make me no nevermind, as long as I get my check next payday.
Fresh breezes are blowing my ship of fools, and this captain is ready to ride. Yeeea-haaaaw
It has taken some time to get my days and nights straightened. It still is not completely regular, this being the first day I have been able to be awake up to this point in some weeks, I think. I will most likely be able to stay up the rest of the day as well. I did not sleep last night, waking yesterday afternoon around 17:00, give or take.
Last night was productive. I straightened the kitchen, did some laundry, roasted beef ribs and baked potatoes along with it. Then, cleaned the kitchen again. A little sweeping and mopping went with that. I straightened up a few areas which desperately needed it, stored a few things in the garage, and went to the store. Not world class, but it is the most I have been able to get done in a while. I am hoping to add to that this day, plus find out what is needed to take the math course, perhaps set up an appointment if necessary. I will not go in today, I just am not ready for that. Even putting it off until tomorrow would help me get a better grip on this tentative stride. A twelve pack the other night seems to have hit the hammer right on the head. (yes, I wrote that right, trust me)
I would also like to get out to the range and sight in my .22 to 50 yards. I have it set at 30 yards, but after having ranged it initially at 15 yards, then to 30, I noticed there is a good bit of change. Once set to 50 yards, I will then practice. I would also like to see about where I hit at the 30 and 15 yard ranges with the setting. That will be about as far as I will practically shoot while hunting. Perhaps in time, I will test out to 75 and 100 yards. But one thing at a time. I was having some difficulty sighting in at 30 yards, so perhaps all I will be able to do today is the 50 yard sighting in. Who knows, but it will be good to get out of the house. As my nights and days switched, so too did I become housebound again. Last nights foray into the city at night and to the grocery store was my first personal outing in some time. The last was a hike some time ago, and I cannot remember the time before that, even if my two friends forced me out for movies or such (thankfully, mind you).
I do not know if I had mentioned it, but I have a temporary house guest. He is a furtive little creature, interesting to watch, and I to talk to him. My neighbors left for vacation and could not take him, so I volunteered to be his host. He is a rat. The neighbors son was allowed to save for a pet. We all thought he would buy a snake, and his mother was even, sort of, set for it. He surprised us all. In any case, I now host a fine member of that particular species. I have decided I like him enough that I have shared a piece of cheese or two. He was quite pleased, to no real surprise. Though, without ever knowing for sure, one just cannot tell how something might really work. At least this rat loves cheese, cheddar and an Italian blend of cheeses anyway. I am a bit nervous about taking him out of the cage, so I will hold off on that, if I even decide to do that. Perhaps if I really organize one of my rooms so that he could not escape or chew through electrical cords, etc. I might consider it. I just would not feel good having to say he died. Anyway, I enjoy having another little friend in the house.
I have been trying to contact my mother for over a week. I have left three messages, one about every other day. Not a word back, not even a missed call. My phone registers even hang-up calls. I am a little frustrated. I do not believe she is ill, someone would have called me. I am sure of that. And, I know she would not be at her guys house this long, on vacation to my brothers, and I know she knows I called her cellular as it has the same system mine does. So, she is avoiding for no reason I am aware. Not logical, feminine, but not logical. I know she is planning a visit this August. I hope to have the cave decent, at least to my skill level. She will no doubt do this and that, and there are a few tasks I have in mind which she knows of, but too perhaps we can enjoy a little fun time. Maybe a picnic and fishing if it is not too hot. Barring that, maybe a movie, ice cream, and a stop at my favorite international beer jazz place. Jazz is not my favored, and it is not hers, yet I think the beer more than makes up for the muzak. Plus, they serve very fine Italian pie, and several other entrees should one have interest. Oh, it is so nice and dark, lights dimmed, reminds me of the better (to my taste) pubs in Scotland, England and Ireland too, if I remember right. Anyway, nice and moody.
Oh, I had been off and on with my medications. I suppose I was playing with those, trying to get my world to agree with myself, tinkering in an attempt to make it right. It seems my corpse must just find it’s way to rightness. I suppose, also, I should not tinker. I also suppose, like the fool I can be, I will tinker when I do not like the results. Go figure. You know though, for a slide into rutsville, it was not bad. If that is as bad as it gets in my bad times, and these medicines even when taken on a tilt (lightly) keep me from dipping or staying down, I can deal with that. And I can deal with that happily. Hmm, oh yeah, I aught to place a call to my priest and set up a time for confession. I really need that right about now. A little Jesus juice, a little Christ skin, and yeah, life will be premier again. I miss it when I miss it, and, yeah, I miss it. Say that three times twice and mean what I meant. Urhm, or not.
Oh, I have been working on my story, but I am not happy. Let me think on a few things. Hang loose, tight, or upright, just do not hold your breath. Well, ok, go ahead, but do not blame me for black-outs or headaches. And, if you are doing that on my account, at least capture it and send it. Nothing like hostages to make me wait a little longer. I like righteous outcomes. Ha!
Last night was productive. I straightened the kitchen, did some laundry, roasted beef ribs and baked potatoes along with it. Then, cleaned the kitchen again. A little sweeping and mopping went with that. I straightened up a few areas which desperately needed it, stored a few things in the garage, and went to the store. Not world class, but it is the most I have been able to get done in a while. I am hoping to add to that this day, plus find out what is needed to take the math course, perhaps set up an appointment if necessary. I will not go in today, I just am not ready for that. Even putting it off until tomorrow would help me get a better grip on this tentative stride. A twelve pack the other night seems to have hit the hammer right on the head. (yes, I wrote that right, trust me)
I would also like to get out to the range and sight in my .22 to 50 yards. I have it set at 30 yards, but after having ranged it initially at 15 yards, then to 30, I noticed there is a good bit of change. Once set to 50 yards, I will then practice. I would also like to see about where I hit at the 30 and 15 yard ranges with the setting. That will be about as far as I will practically shoot while hunting. Perhaps in time, I will test out to 75 and 100 yards. But one thing at a time. I was having some difficulty sighting in at 30 yards, so perhaps all I will be able to do today is the 50 yard sighting in. Who knows, but it will be good to get out of the house. As my nights and days switched, so too did I become housebound again. Last nights foray into the city at night and to the grocery store was my first personal outing in some time. The last was a hike some time ago, and I cannot remember the time before that, even if my two friends forced me out for movies or such (thankfully, mind you).
I do not know if I had mentioned it, but I have a temporary house guest. He is a furtive little creature, interesting to watch, and I to talk to him. My neighbors left for vacation and could not take him, so I volunteered to be his host. He is a rat. The neighbors son was allowed to save for a pet. We all thought he would buy a snake, and his mother was even, sort of, set for it. He surprised us all. In any case, I now host a fine member of that particular species. I have decided I like him enough that I have shared a piece of cheese or two. He was quite pleased, to no real surprise. Though, without ever knowing for sure, one just cannot tell how something might really work. At least this rat loves cheese, cheddar and an Italian blend of cheeses anyway. I am a bit nervous about taking him out of the cage, so I will hold off on that, if I even decide to do that. Perhaps if I really organize one of my rooms so that he could not escape or chew through electrical cords, etc. I might consider it. I just would not feel good having to say he died. Anyway, I enjoy having another little friend in the house.
I have been trying to contact my mother for over a week. I have left three messages, one about every other day. Not a word back, not even a missed call. My phone registers even hang-up calls. I am a little frustrated. I do not believe she is ill, someone would have called me. I am sure of that. And, I know she would not be at her guys house this long, on vacation to my brothers, and I know she knows I called her cellular as it has the same system mine does. So, she is avoiding for no reason I am aware. Not logical, feminine, but not logical. I know she is planning a visit this August. I hope to have the cave decent, at least to my skill level. She will no doubt do this and that, and there are a few tasks I have in mind which she knows of, but too perhaps we can enjoy a little fun time. Maybe a picnic and fishing if it is not too hot. Barring that, maybe a movie, ice cream, and a stop at my favorite international beer jazz place. Jazz is not my favored, and it is not hers, yet I think the beer more than makes up for the muzak. Plus, they serve very fine Italian pie, and several other entrees should one have interest. Oh, it is so nice and dark, lights dimmed, reminds me of the better (to my taste) pubs in Scotland, England and Ireland too, if I remember right. Anyway, nice and moody.
Oh, I had been off and on with my medications. I suppose I was playing with those, trying to get my world to agree with myself, tinkering in an attempt to make it right. It seems my corpse must just find it’s way to rightness. I suppose, also, I should not tinker. I also suppose, like the fool I can be, I will tinker when I do not like the results. Go figure. You know though, for a slide into rutsville, it was not bad. If that is as bad as it gets in my bad times, and these medicines even when taken on a tilt (lightly) keep me from dipping or staying down, I can deal with that. And I can deal with that happily. Hmm, oh yeah, I aught to place a call to my priest and set up a time for confession. I really need that right about now. A little Jesus juice, a little Christ skin, and yeah, life will be premier again. I miss it when I miss it, and, yeah, I miss it. Say that three times twice and mean what I meant. Urhm, or not.
Oh, I have been working on my story, but I am not happy. Let me think on a few things. Hang loose, tight, or upright, just do not hold your breath. Well, ok, go ahead, but do not blame me for black-outs or headaches. And, if you are doing that on my account, at least capture it and send it. Nothing like hostages to make me wait a little longer. I like righteous outcomes. Ha!
Mistrust well placed.
I see I am not the only one who believes those on the “other side of the aisle” cannot be trusted. Beautiful! However, I know this was just a little tug. I, personally, would like to be ensured that they do not get their hands on ANY classified information. Let alone, as it is now, not only get their hands on it, but pass it around to their staffers with the implicit goal of dissemination, perhaps to the level of open betrayal of our troops, their movements, technology, and blind spots. Well, it was good to see someone was awake and aware, even if they will be shut down and overridden quickly.
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