I did not say I liked liberals though, either. Really, your politics probably has nothing to do with whether I like you or not, unless that is all you are. Yes, I have met some of those. And, generally, if they are indeed purists, that often was not a problem, so long as that puritanism was self-centered, self-based, and self-directed. It is only when an attempt to impose their new age puritanical putridocity upon my unhappy head that sparks flew. Tell me all about it, just do not try to guide or force me to it unless I ask. I will pick and choose, discard the rest, and if you want, I will tell you why. If you have time, I might even tell you what I believe and think, and some of why. However, I will suggest you not follow my path, in truth. I earned my way, could be wrong, and I am not sure you will fit in my group. I am pretty sure you would not have survived the trip. However, if your life has lead you to my doorstep in a search, and you think something I have found is worth investigating, I will help you find out one way or the other. I will not, probably, be a teacher. I know some and will introduce you to them. The best I can do is be a friend in that for as long as, well, until I am not or do not.
Life is very simple for me. Oh, sure, I have wants and needs. I am hungry for love and laughter, alone time, education, wisdom, and the company of both peers and mixed groups. I want to know this, I want to do that, I want to go here or there, and I want to stay home. Ok, I will admit it, I only want it all, now. That is part of the reason I do not go the liberal way, I know my wants cannot be met and my needs will be sore pressed to be properly handled (in part because of the wrongful but powerful pull of my wants!). I know better. I also have a firm grip on my emotions. What I feel at any given time is absolutely non-vital to anything except expanding the general notion that there is more to life than the mundane. It is what alcohol is to food, it could and in some cases does, replace it, but it is an empty pathetic replacement that leaves a bitter taste in the end. Emotion, like beer, is a spice of life, not the fulfillment of it. Emotion is what socialism is based upon, as any serious undertaking of study regarding it economically, historically, socially, or in any other way shows, and every time. Except, of course, by it’s adherents.
Again, I do not dislike based on this or that. I take in all I can, and go from there. But beyond that, I do not have to like someone to comment. Nor do I, in my comments to someone I do not like, need to attack, trip up, or be harmful to them or their thoughts. Though, I will not lie, sometimes a positive can be found apart from this or that. No, friends and allies are the ones I will tear into. I hope they understand, but in the battlefield of life, it is not always the best to warn. Flank the friend, so when his enemies do it, he has figured out a defense. Drop from the branches onto his falsely secure carcass, and show him whatfor. He will learn. What works in combat works in all types of combat, verbal to legal to sword.
Now, what I do not like is someone who “knows”. I do not even claim that. I do not even claim to know my Church, or it’s ways, let alone our God and His ways. I do not claim Bush, Reagan, or Thompson are right, or wrong. I only agree or disagree from time to time with this or that. So, any fool who knows the way to the salvation of manflesh is below my contempt. These are underclass uneducated emotionally based peasants trying to tell me how they would rule, or how their chosen leaders would rule. These peasants, the ones in tight with their manleaders. Sure, ok. Shut up, dork. For all you know the whole elite forum is made up of a secret cannibal forum, like you would even know. And those ideas about common rule, and social good, and free medicine are false devices created to lead you off a fucking cliff so that you can be fed upon (that last, which if not literal, is the real idea behind socialism, communism, progressivism, and modern liberalism). Doh! You know nothing. Less than I, and I am blind, deaf, dumb, and half asleep when I am not asleep. Then again, those on “my side” of the aisle who hold too much confidence, likewise cause concern. Only in doubt can the truer path be found. Communism is like a race car. It finds it’s way from the top of the mountain to the bottom at the speed of gravity, modified by whatever initial acceleration it could muster. Conservativism is the wagon train. You might not get to California from Boston, ever should you find a better place or grow weary, but even if you happen to die on the path, you most likely will have weeks or even months to try and figure out how to change that outcome. That is the difference.
Well, my rambling such and so forth is done, or I just do not want to write much more. Hmm, all messed up today still. Though tobacco is becoming a memory, mostly. It still confuses a bit. Oh, I got a call from a friend. I just got the message today, he called yesterday. I am beginning to hate my phone or service. In any case, I called back and I hope to see him today. Maybe to go out shooting, grab some scotch (after), and put a roast in the oven for our return. Nothing like having a good old friend stop in. So, I am hoping, but a bit doubtful at this time.
Update:
Cool! Ok, I did not explain it well above, but this is the deal. A former neighbor, the best neighbor I have had while living here in that I got to know him and we had a lot of fun from times to time, often scotch related, though often not, had called yesterday. He indicated he would be passing through and wanted to know if I would be here. Well, neither did I receive the call (I think the phone was on and with me almost always) nor did I receive the message until today. Thus, I am a little perturbed with my service or phone (not sure which is the problem, and not the first time). In any case, he is still on the road. He will be here around 18:00 to 18:30. I indicated I would put on a roast and some sides, obtain a bottle of scotch or two (variety is another spice of life, and I rarely use a single spice if I tend toward single malt, ha!). I asked if he needed the couch, and he said it was quite up to me. Well, not a problem. It will be too late to go out shooting, so I asked if he had time tomorrow. It sounds like he will have to get going early, so that might be out. Still, he has not yet seen my small, and growing, arsenal. I know he will like the .22 rifle, and most likely the .45. The Remington is fine, but it's just what it is. Oh, and he has not seen the Xterra either. So, it looks like a good night. By the way, he is a physics grad student. I still disagree with him, and often it is a learning experience. hehehe Oh well, at least I can learn.
On a side note, one of my current neighbors stopped by and asked if I knew my vehicle was running. It had been running when he left an hour and a half ago, and was still running when he got back though it looked like it had not been moved. Right he was. But, you know what? That Xterra must have been running since I went grocery shopping last night at about 23:00, until he visited this afternoon at 14:00! I do not think it had more than 3/4 of a thank of gas last night when I got home (max, that or less no doubt), it still has 1/4 of a tank. Wow, weird, but... ok. Is that normal? I guess maybe it is what people expect in an suv? It just seemed really weird to me.
Saturday, January 12, 2008
Friday, January 11, 2008
Women are not liberal.
This could be trouble, but like weapons, fast cars, women in any case, and alcohol, a little is best, a lot is better (until it kills you), or so the thoughts sometimes go. So, here is hoping for just the right balance (knowing there is not a chance of it).
What, you say, “I know many liberal women, progressive through and through, socialist to the core, and only not communist because each is a bit too timid in her nature, save maybe Aunt Selly.”. Let me repeat, women are not liberal. Women are, by and large, cast in that mold, but they are just what they are. Only men can be liberal by choice, though conservativism is a whole different animal. Men, having to compete in both the physical and intellectual structures of society, having to face fist fight to debate, having to prove in or out by strength of mind and body, these may know liberalism and conservativism because they have seen, successfully or not, what the choices are and what they mean. Women have only ever truly seen one side, and not that completely. They are still shielded by society, by men, and they are allowed in places no man of their limitations would be allowed. As well, now they have the added power of legal mandates in the form of quotas and equality legislation behind the allowances.
The men who happen to choose liberalism, however, are a relatively small number, in nature. They were, before the bastardization of the political system, a sorry lot consisting of men who had little worth yet attempted to maintain impeccable tastes. In other words, men who could not but still wanted to gain and be rewarded as if they could. Whether they were lazy men, weak men, or just weak willed men, this is the basis for liberalism. Stalin had it, Hitler had it, Chavez has it, heck Blair has it, it being a distain for earned reward and personal responsibility. These men, all, not only support the female inclusion into politics, some of them invented it, locally if not truly, knowing the political outcome. The reason the number of liberal men has climbed is merely a matter of capitalism. They are going after women’s votes, because, as free as they are, woman seem to be smart enough not to vote for their own or even run, usually. So, they vote for women in drag, or at least men who act (if not really, at least publicly) like women think they should.
So, when a woman comes up with a socialist plan, I have to laugh. Neither did she come up with it, nor did she have much of a choice in believing such childish things, it is her nature. When a woman complains that men hate her, I have to laugh. Join the club sweetheart, and grow a pair or go home, it is what we go through every day. And may I say, those slacks make your butt look thi------->s big. Though that perpetual and whiny voice probably does not help you either. We generally do not talk a lot, men folk that is, and there is a reason for it. However, when a woman advocates a conservative idea, especially when she goes into detail, and further shows that it is not just a single issue but the whole of her beliefs and values, I have to think… now there is a woman who has gone beyond her nature, much as men until this most recent despicable decent into global socialism had gone beyond our animal instincts. “Liberal” woman are natural, conservative women are principled and of a higher order. Thinkers and realists, women who have set aside their natural needs produced by their limitations in order to see a truly fair system (fair of opportunity, not outcome), a sustainable system in that if it went forward we would not need to import baby makers, and healthy political systems based on human worth and actual freedom to go forth, truly it is a wonderful thing.
Someone asked, actually several on a number of issues, why I read some women’s blogs in spite of a perceived political difference. I gave a weak answer the last time, and did not answer much before that at all. So, after days of thought, or more(?), I decided to put the thing to rest. Simply put, hating a woman for being liberal would be akin to hating her for having breasts, being shorter, or having mood swings. It is their nature, if I do appreciate those who have gone beyond it, I will not despise those who cannot.
What, you say, “I know many liberal women, progressive through and through, socialist to the core, and only not communist because each is a bit too timid in her nature, save maybe Aunt Selly.”. Let me repeat, women are not liberal. Women are, by and large, cast in that mold, but they are just what they are. Only men can be liberal by choice, though conservativism is a whole different animal. Men, having to compete in both the physical and intellectual structures of society, having to face fist fight to debate, having to prove in or out by strength of mind and body, these may know liberalism and conservativism because they have seen, successfully or not, what the choices are and what they mean. Women have only ever truly seen one side, and not that completely. They are still shielded by society, by men, and they are allowed in places no man of their limitations would be allowed. As well, now they have the added power of legal mandates in the form of quotas and equality legislation behind the allowances.
The men who happen to choose liberalism, however, are a relatively small number, in nature. They were, before the bastardization of the political system, a sorry lot consisting of men who had little worth yet attempted to maintain impeccable tastes. In other words, men who could not but still wanted to gain and be rewarded as if they could. Whether they were lazy men, weak men, or just weak willed men, this is the basis for liberalism. Stalin had it, Hitler had it, Chavez has it, heck Blair has it, it being a distain for earned reward and personal responsibility. These men, all, not only support the female inclusion into politics, some of them invented it, locally if not truly, knowing the political outcome. The reason the number of liberal men has climbed is merely a matter of capitalism. They are going after women’s votes, because, as free as they are, woman seem to be smart enough not to vote for their own or even run, usually. So, they vote for women in drag, or at least men who act (if not really, at least publicly) like women think they should.
So, when a woman comes up with a socialist plan, I have to laugh. Neither did she come up with it, nor did she have much of a choice in believing such childish things, it is her nature. When a woman complains that men hate her, I have to laugh. Join the club sweetheart, and grow a pair or go home, it is what we go through every day. And may I say, those slacks make your butt look thi------->s big. Though that perpetual and whiny voice probably does not help you either. We generally do not talk a lot, men folk that is, and there is a reason for it. However, when a woman advocates a conservative idea, especially when she goes into detail, and further shows that it is not just a single issue but the whole of her beliefs and values, I have to think… now there is a woman who has gone beyond her nature, much as men until this most recent despicable decent into global socialism had gone beyond our animal instincts. “Liberal” woman are natural, conservative women are principled and of a higher order. Thinkers and realists, women who have set aside their natural needs produced by their limitations in order to see a truly fair system (fair of opportunity, not outcome), a sustainable system in that if it went forward we would not need to import baby makers, and healthy political systems based on human worth and actual freedom to go forth, truly it is a wonderful thing.
Someone asked, actually several on a number of issues, why I read some women’s blogs in spite of a perceived political difference. I gave a weak answer the last time, and did not answer much before that at all. So, after days of thought, or more(?), I decided to put the thing to rest. Simply put, hating a woman for being liberal would be akin to hating her for having breasts, being shorter, or having mood swings. It is their nature, if I do appreciate those who have gone beyond it, I will not despise those who cannot.
Getting better, but I would not call it heaven.
I was not able to sleep until 4:00 this morning, but that shaved an hour or more from last nights bedtime and I was able to awaken at 9:30. I had another really weird dream, though nowhere near as strange as the one from the previous night. It was something to do with billions of dollars being put into my account, how it got there, and what I did to ensure it stayed there, or at least stayed in my name. Hey, I was rich for a bit there. And, if I may say so, I made some pretty good financial moves. Oh, and it is really nice to have your own jet, do not let them try and fool you with the tears regarding expense and expenses. Trust me, if you have your own jet, one way or another, someone else IS paying for it.
Ok, today I have a few things to get done. I have someone stopping by between 13:00 and 17:00, which is irritating, as you all know. I will just tinker with and finish my writing today (first writing, anyway). I can polish it while practicing the oral presentation. And, I can get going on homework. I think it will be easy, but who knows. I am always a little nervous. My great weakness is physics, in functional knowledge. However, my insecurity in just doing, my confidence in the field that is, is also weak. I really hate being shot down, and a lot of our schooling so far seems to target doing just that. It is developed to seem simple, then become or actually already be complicated. This stuff can sneak up on you. Some of this is done with malice (trust me), some of it comes from the expectation that as a student here, I have been in school for the last 12 years, that I have been fully engaged in those years, and that I have covered this material so that what seems counterintuitive I am supposed to have experienced, probably many times and of course recently. That is not to say I cannot do it, it only means I will have to dig, relearn, and burn a bit. Until I am more sure about what holes in my education exist, and find a way to patch them, confidence will always be an issue. I am positive though, that at some point, this will ease, though too it will never be completely gone.
I also plan to get the car cleaned a bit today and call about mileage based servicing, and get that arranged. A little shopping seems to be in order, so hard candy will go on the list. The jitters are a little better this morning, but not a great deal better. The nice thing about doing this, or an excellent side effect anyway, is my mother is watching closely. She may consider quitting if I can trudge through. The doctors told her that her lungs are in excellent condition, go figure after 50 years of smoking (and knocking on wood), but I appreciate them being honest. Still, for her the expense and, as she will come to understand, the odor are strong incentives. But for me, it is her bed-smoking. That causes me no small concern.
Aha! I know what else I will be doing today. Two things, actually. The first is to start calling around in an attempt to find ski instructors. I wish to find out how much that is going to hurt, where and when it is available, and to get going on that. The second is to look online and on foot for an electronic multi-kit. I have found a place that sells a 500 project reusable kit for about $160 (which is the best I have seen anywhere, by far). I want to check anyway, and I would like to find component kits (resistors, capacitors, you know, the vital elctro-junk) in order to expand the function and range of any kit I purchase. I may just have to buy things piecemeal, an irritation no doubt, and something which would be a lot more complicated than I am quite interested in contemplating at the moment. One more thing… Well, a dozen more things, but…
I know I had said I would try to begin expanding, perhaps wholecloth redirecting my blog direction. And, it is still under consideration. However, at this time, I am under fire. Real life is pulling, tugging, and pushing, my favored addiction is trying to prevent my desertion from it, and the list of things I simply have to do has grown to mindslide proportions. As things settle, I hope to do precisely what I said I would do. Till then, just get off my back, man. It might even be advisable not too even look at me, and certainly not that way (whatever way “that way” is or could be construed) until my fingers quit seeming edible and my mind stops having to even actually think about that as a consideration, at a minimum. Or, to put it as diplomatically as I can muster, bugger off, eat the content of offal, and may your life be much shorter than the rotation of an electron in an atom smasher should this not be good enough and you wish to debate the issue. Hmm, that was actually fairly nice. I will work on it.
Ok, today I have a few things to get done. I have someone stopping by between 13:00 and 17:00, which is irritating, as you all know. I will just tinker with and finish my writing today (first writing, anyway). I can polish it while practicing the oral presentation. And, I can get going on homework. I think it will be easy, but who knows. I am always a little nervous. My great weakness is physics, in functional knowledge. However, my insecurity in just doing, my confidence in the field that is, is also weak. I really hate being shot down, and a lot of our schooling so far seems to target doing just that. It is developed to seem simple, then become or actually already be complicated. This stuff can sneak up on you. Some of this is done with malice (trust me), some of it comes from the expectation that as a student here, I have been in school for the last 12 years, that I have been fully engaged in those years, and that I have covered this material so that what seems counterintuitive I am supposed to have experienced, probably many times and of course recently. That is not to say I cannot do it, it only means I will have to dig, relearn, and burn a bit. Until I am more sure about what holes in my education exist, and find a way to patch them, confidence will always be an issue. I am positive though, that at some point, this will ease, though too it will never be completely gone.
I also plan to get the car cleaned a bit today and call about mileage based servicing, and get that arranged. A little shopping seems to be in order, so hard candy will go on the list. The jitters are a little better this morning, but not a great deal better. The nice thing about doing this, or an excellent side effect anyway, is my mother is watching closely. She may consider quitting if I can trudge through. The doctors told her that her lungs are in excellent condition, go figure after 50 years of smoking (and knocking on wood), but I appreciate them being honest. Still, for her the expense and, as she will come to understand, the odor are strong incentives. But for me, it is her bed-smoking. That causes me no small concern.
Aha! I know what else I will be doing today. Two things, actually. The first is to start calling around in an attempt to find ski instructors. I wish to find out how much that is going to hurt, where and when it is available, and to get going on that. The second is to look online and on foot for an electronic multi-kit. I have found a place that sells a 500 project reusable kit for about $160 (which is the best I have seen anywhere, by far). I want to check anyway, and I would like to find component kits (resistors, capacitors, you know, the vital elctro-junk) in order to expand the function and range of any kit I purchase. I may just have to buy things piecemeal, an irritation no doubt, and something which would be a lot more complicated than I am quite interested in contemplating at the moment. One more thing… Well, a dozen more things, but…
I know I had said I would try to begin expanding, perhaps wholecloth redirecting my blog direction. And, it is still under consideration. However, at this time, I am under fire. Real life is pulling, tugging, and pushing, my favored addiction is trying to prevent my desertion from it, and the list of things I simply have to do has grown to mindslide proportions. As things settle, I hope to do precisely what I said I would do. Till then, just get off my back, man. It might even be advisable not too even look at me, and certainly not that way (whatever way “that way” is or could be construed) until my fingers quit seeming edible and my mind stops having to even actually think about that as a consideration, at a minimum. Or, to put it as diplomatically as I can muster, bugger off, eat the content of offal, and may your life be much shorter than the rotation of an electron in an atom smasher should this not be good enough and you wish to debate the issue. Hmm, that was actually fairly nice. I will work on it.
Nicotine.
I am really twitching. Even with the patch, I probably would not be fun to tinker with at the moment. It has added a little boost to my hop, no doubt. I believe I am still relatively coherent, but if a topic is complex, I have found myself lost and in over my head. I will do this, and I will get past this ugly phase. I have decided to do so, and that is that. I might lapse in a couple of weeks, our out right fail. I might fail in a few years. That does not matter a whit, so long as the rest of today and tomorrow I do not lapse, I will deal with the future in it’s time.
Oh, I think Waterboy had a point. Though it was not a snack to fill in for the last smoke, it was indeed too much food (and soda) filling in for that lack of chaw. I did not get the hard candies I had intended to buy. But it is on my list… wherever my list is. In any case, I do endeavor to have a beer once in a while in order that after four score I will persevere, or is that, be preserved. I am not an English major, minor, or general, I do not know these things. Well, three more sodas and a roast with the trimmings, and it is off to bed for me. *sigh*
Someone just shoot me. Not in the butt though, that would not be funny. Not at all funny. Goodnight.
Oh, I think Waterboy had a point. Though it was not a snack to fill in for the last smoke, it was indeed too much food (and soda) filling in for that lack of chaw. I did not get the hard candies I had intended to buy. But it is on my list… wherever my list is. In any case, I do endeavor to have a beer once in a while in order that after four score I will persevere, or is that, be preserved. I am not an English major, minor, or general, I do not know these things. Well, three more sodas and a roast with the trimmings, and it is off to bed for me. *sigh*
Someone just shoot me. Not in the butt though, that would not be funny. Not at all funny. Goodnight.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Another one down, done, and tacked in. Next...
After the dream, I finally awoke around 11:00 I believe. I rolled out of the sack, drank something, saw to the brining of the cat’s water bowl (aka, pet fish cemetery), and sort of checked the news or whatever. Mental fog was thick, but I really had to get going. A shower, fresh clothes, and out the door I went. I made it to my doctor’s office before noon, filled and signed an informal release of information for my doctor and my voc. rehab. councilor. I am not sure it will come out the way I would like, but then, so be it. I then purchased a tag for my trash can and put it on. I took back the last of those movies. Then I goofed a bit, until about 15:30. My first class was today, but not until 18:00, which means a 17:00 depart time would have been sufficient. I wanted to see if I could purchase my book, lay in some possible supplies, and then leisurely find the classroom. It was snowing rather heavily, and I thought that might slow things, as it continued right to class time I was a little surprised they did not call off classes. In spite of 2”-4” of snow, class went as planned. Though the snow slowed traffic a little, I usually drive slower anyway, so it had little affect on my time. I found my book easily enough, bought some supplies, and found a place to settle in and review the material we might be about to cover in class. No real problem, nothing looked too complicated, and I read three units of the first chapter. I then glanced through a Schaum’s electronics outline, and just goofed with the information there.
It was excellent to be in class ahead of time (as usual, again), having read ahead (again), and be back in school at all. Oh, I have also found an online outlet for my specific course, from MIT. Thanks for the pointer, Jean. I am not sure how much is too much, but then I do not know what I face, yet. This is my first actual course in electronics (or at least for many years, and those early classes were technician based). I also plan on purchasing an electronic multi-kit with a breadboard. I still have my volt/amp/etc meter, and it would not be a bad thing to get skinnied up on this. Nothing helps me like playing around as if I know something. And just playing and tinkering with a goal in mind and the tools (toys) in hand is even a better way for me to learn. The professor, or teacher, he is rather informal, seems pretty on top of this. He is not going to be easy, or nice. But he is not going to be cruel. Exacting, demanding, and with very specific expectations and cut-offs. I can deal with that, win lose or draw. We did, of course, receive homework, though there were two types of homework. The obvious homework… problems in the book, we were given four of these. As well, we will need to keep a lab notebook, and he has a specific requirement for this. So, the other type of homework was to find then acquire (legal, moral, and ethical methods were not required, at least explicitly). Anyway, I decided to buy the ones I found on my way home, as ignoring implications has a bad way of ruining one’s day.
See, I got a lot done today. But the next few days are what might hurt a bit. I have to get going on the homework, I need to finish writing then begin practicing my speech, and I still have a few details from my list to manage. Uhrm, by the way, I cannot seem to find my list. I will have to write a new one, while looking for the old one. I know cleaning the vehicle, getting it scheduled for a check-up on the 1st, give or take, buy my books and supplies (check), and… hmmm, some other stuff. Drats! Oh, on top of that, I shoveled my 30’ drive (it is double wide, I just shoveled about 2/3 of it) and the sidewalks. It was 21:00 or later when I arrived home, and there was just a few inches of snow actually collected, so between the little there and the lateness, I decided the snow blower was not needed. Plus, I needed to do a little labor.
Oh, and by the way, I also bought a Schaum’s statistics outline. See, I’m on it.
All in all, not a bad day. It is also nearly my third tobacco free day. Damn, if it keeps going this good, I will need to get hit by a meteor in order to get back into normalcy. Shoot, I am not sure that will touch me in this time. But, then, I really am knocking on wood, talking softly, and just trying to keep this going long enough that I can gain my strength and confidence enough again that I can manage any little thing before it becomes too big to handle… *whistles* *whistles* Boneyard all around… *whistles* of times I almost made it… *whistles* or was sure I was getting out… *whistles* We will see. Hoo-Ha! Yeah, we will see.
It was excellent to be in class ahead of time (as usual, again), having read ahead (again), and be back in school at all. Oh, I have also found an online outlet for my specific course, from MIT. Thanks for the pointer, Jean. I am not sure how much is too much, but then I do not know what I face, yet. This is my first actual course in electronics (or at least for many years, and those early classes were technician based). I also plan on purchasing an electronic multi-kit with a breadboard. I still have my volt/amp/etc meter, and it would not be a bad thing to get skinnied up on this. Nothing helps me like playing around as if I know something. And just playing and tinkering with a goal in mind and the tools (toys) in hand is even a better way for me to learn. The professor, or teacher, he is rather informal, seems pretty on top of this. He is not going to be easy, or nice. But he is not going to be cruel. Exacting, demanding, and with very specific expectations and cut-offs. I can deal with that, win lose or draw. We did, of course, receive homework, though there were two types of homework. The obvious homework… problems in the book, we were given four of these. As well, we will need to keep a lab notebook, and he has a specific requirement for this. So, the other type of homework was to find then acquire (legal, moral, and ethical methods were not required, at least explicitly). Anyway, I decided to buy the ones I found on my way home, as ignoring implications has a bad way of ruining one’s day.
See, I got a lot done today. But the next few days are what might hurt a bit. I have to get going on the homework, I need to finish writing then begin practicing my speech, and I still have a few details from my list to manage. Uhrm, by the way, I cannot seem to find my list. I will have to write a new one, while looking for the old one. I know cleaning the vehicle, getting it scheduled for a check-up on the 1st, give or take, buy my books and supplies (check), and… hmmm, some other stuff. Drats! Oh, on top of that, I shoveled my 30’ drive (it is double wide, I just shoveled about 2/3 of it) and the sidewalks. It was 21:00 or later when I arrived home, and there was just a few inches of snow actually collected, so between the little there and the lateness, I decided the snow blower was not needed. Plus, I needed to do a little labor.
Oh, and by the way, I also bought a Schaum’s statistics outline. See, I’m on it.
All in all, not a bad day. It is also nearly my third tobacco free day. Damn, if it keeps going this good, I will need to get hit by a meteor in order to get back into normalcy. Shoot, I am not sure that will touch me in this time. But, then, I really am knocking on wood, talking softly, and just trying to keep this going long enough that I can gain my strength and confidence enough again that I can manage any little thing before it becomes too big to handle… *whistles* *whistles* Boneyard all around… *whistles* of times I almost made it… *whistles* or was sure I was getting out… *whistles* We will see. Hoo-Ha! Yeah, we will see.
Wow, talk about bizarre dreams…
It was not exactly a nightmare, and anyway, I did not think to try and add popcorn. But since I was playing the lead, I did not really have time to eat. In my dream, I was a demon looking creature, but there was a weird twist. See that picture I have as my avatar, imagine a female one. That was me. And, my side-kick was a pixie, also female, and a bit of a shape changer. We stormed Hell, literally. I am not sure if our presence there was punishment or a voluntary entrance in order to complete a task. We, mostly me, went around beating up groups of demons and devils and men who happened to be there. I do not know if they were just knocked out, died, or ran off, but I always won. Every once in a while, we (me and the side-kick) would find lipstick (do not ask, I do not know). We would try the new shade, then practice kissing, and get the lipstick worked in right, then move on to the next group of enemies. All in all, it was a great deal of fun. Of course, when that was pretty much finished, and we were done or earned our way out, or whatever, we met with some CIA agents in a van. That was weirder, and there are limits to what even I will say. It must have been the nicotine patch, too much food, and being extra tired. It was certainly a unique dream.
Did I really write that?
Did I really write that?
Sleep is elusive.
Two days and a night without nicotine and… sleep is difficult and I have really harsh heartburn. I so rarely get heartburn that I have nothing for it. Usually a glass of milk fixes that. To add to the sleeping problems, it turns into reflux when I decline. Now, my initial plan was to cut all smoking out for several weeks before I quit snuff. This I did. I then planned on going cold turkey from snuff for two days, then a patch if needed/desired(?). That would be tomorrow, but it looks like I will have to use the patch a little earlier. Yes, I actually do have a plan. And, even if I am off by 6 to 8 hours at this point, it is my first difficulty.
A patch and maybe some sleep. A patch, a glass of milk, and then sleep? I need sleeeeppppp. Does anyone know how long the withdrawals are severe? How long before I can get by a bit better, be a bit nicer, without a patch? Just curious about other people’s trials, errors, and successes. Anyone else have trouble with heartburn? I am a chewer, was… could be the difference. I have chewed since I was 12, smoked for at least 2 years before that, nothing illegal, by the smoke's own nature anyway. I will always have a hankering for it, too...
A patch and maybe some sleep. A patch, a glass of milk, and then sleep? I need sleeeeppppp. Does anyone know how long the withdrawals are severe? How long before I can get by a bit better, be a bit nicer, without a patch? Just curious about other people’s trials, errors, and successes. Anyone else have trouble with heartburn? I am a chewer, was… could be the difference. I have chewed since I was 12, smoked for at least 2 years before that, nothing illegal, by the smoke's own nature anyway. I will always have a hankering for it, too...
Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Ok, so I am actually impressed.
In my little world, I have just done a remarkable set of things. I have checked off 12 items from the list I created several days ago. As well, I finally left my house to see two movies in the theater, rented and watched four more, and went to a sporting goods store with a friend, to look at their sales, guns, and see if they would do some work on my .22 pistol. Believe it or not, doing the things I like to do, like watching movies, is just as difficult as doing those things I might not be expected to enjoy doing. Actually, some things are a bit confused along those lines. For example, though I truly despise, no hate, cleaning my bathroom, because I like the outcome so much more than the pleasure I derive from going to a movie or eating out, cleaning actually is preferable to eating a steak downtown. With energy and concentration of thought being the limits, cleaning is done less frequently than eating out or other little pleasures. Instead of high function being the priority my nature would tend to prefer, my reality tends to favor a lower echelon of function in which to anchor my deeds, for practical purposes. Sometimes I honestly wish I was retarded, lazy, or addicted. Those are real, understandable, and, even if despicable to some, real reasons to shoot for less than one’s otherwise best.
Anyway, I even got the trash out this morning. The bastards did not take it though, just leaving a note telling me I need to get a new sticker. I hope they like that opossum next week. I found it dead in the road in front of my place and did not want to keep running over it and have it stinking and being further spread around so, after it was good and dead (off to the side of the road with a kick, then allowed to debug for 24 hours), I put it in the bin. It has been warm around here lately. Above freezing fairly often. That thing will be nice and ripe. Good thing I did not catch them being creeps. I wonder if nicotine withdrawal is grounds for an insanity plea? And, yes, I am teasing, as I gnaw off a few fingers.
Oh, looks like my neighbors really have moved. All the furniture is gone, from the rooms I can see. There are a few filled trash bags in the kitchen area over there, the garage is empty, the car(s) have not been here for a bit… Looks like they split. Another neighbor, though very tentatively and cautiously, indicated that there may have been some disagreements next door and definitely saw a moving van or rider type vehicle. Hmm, having a door locked so well that you cannot be lived off seems to create problems for the needy. In any case, I am not unhappy about this. I hope my landlord uses a bit better sense when renting. If not, I am gone.
Ok, a few more things to do. Oh, and I even did some things not on my list, I am doing things well, I am not too tired, and it seems to be working out so far. Life will work, at this pace, I am pretty sure. But to increase the pace… I am working at it. Well, back to it. Remember, before walking into bars, duck. No reason to use your head when you could have just used your head. Or, think about it.
Update:
I keep getting more done. It is strange, to me. As I do things, I often find that I have to do as many as 2 or 3 additional steps to finish, some of those extend into the future through appointments or availability. Adding work, involvements, and complications to work in order to succeed. Yeah, ok, most of you know this. Most of you do not collapse and need sleep after a short run usually. It is not my body. It just hums along. Heavy weights... no problem, shovel a 20' drive... ok, hike 10 miles on a hot day... see ya there. But often, someone needs to take me there then start me out. Though, I still may not do whatever... stars have to be aligned or something. Most of you do not become confused beyond functioning when things become complicated, not calculus complicated, just a process requiring several different immediate processes or several processes you are not good at or with which you are unfamiliar.
I have been having a great lead up to class this term, and I think I am back on my way. The medicine does come through, if still a little on the mild side (a good thing). And, when I really push, I can get things to move. I can keep them moving a bit, and for a while now too. Boring to you normals, but it's news to me. After four years of perpetual gray exhaustion and confusion, this is a long awaited spring. Voc. Rehab. is planning on speaking with my doctor. It almost sounds as if that discussion is the most important, which makes sense. Oh, I have also been told that I will need to maintain a 3/4 level course load, as a minimum. I am a little nervous, but I think I can do this. Maybe more, I may be in better shape than ever before (since the fall), but... one thing at a time.
I have almost had a 12 hour work day, so far. I have made three appointments, contacted my medical facilitator in order to connect my doctor and my Voc. Rehab. councilor. Made several trips out for this or that. Found out what I need for those two to communicate legally and I will be doing that in the morning, while also taking care of a few other pieces of business while I am at it and there. I finally purchased some pals for Rocky (Rocky is my crawdad, his pals are 5 goldfish, he just loves them to death). My pistol is in a shop, in good hands from what I can tell, and I checked about a particular .308. I am just pricing at this point, but it seems they are not out yet anyway... I called my Mother, she is doing well after her surgery. She is still in the hospital but will probably be going home tomorrow, Friday if something comes up. And, after the stationary bicycle was a bit much for her, I started researching a bit. I found something called the gazelle. I have decided to get that to her for her recovery. If she does not like it, it can go back. But it is extremely low impact, it is easy for her to "mount", and she can use it without any resistance or with a goodly lot of it. But, she wouldn't be able to put it together, of course, so I made a call or two after that. I do not think it will be there the day she gets home, but by Monday, I am hoping. I have crossed as much off my list as possible, gone on to do at least one, maybe one and a half more list(s), and I am not quite done even with today. Tomorrow starts early again, and runs up until class is out at 8:00pm, I do believe.
Oh, right, I am looking for an electronic kit. You know, one of the non-solder multi-kits, one with a breadboard. For my electrical science class, and probably other classes, it would be quite nice. Along with my voltmeter, I should be able to play around and learn, and perhaps more practically, with the thing.
Maybe this ability to function will not last. I will take what I can get. I hope I am well caught up and a little ahead, if nothing else, if/when I crash again. But I am telling you, this IS very different and it IS winter, a very unusual mix. Well, back to it. Movies need to go back, an order placement or two needs to be made, and maybe one last phone call.
Oh, and goodnight.
Anyway, I even got the trash out this morning. The bastards did not take it though, just leaving a note telling me I need to get a new sticker. I hope they like that opossum next week. I found it dead in the road in front of my place and did not want to keep running over it and have it stinking and being further spread around so, after it was good and dead (off to the side of the road with a kick, then allowed to debug for 24 hours), I put it in the bin. It has been warm around here lately. Above freezing fairly often. That thing will be nice and ripe. Good thing I did not catch them being creeps. I wonder if nicotine withdrawal is grounds for an insanity plea? And, yes, I am teasing, as I gnaw off a few fingers.
Oh, looks like my neighbors really have moved. All the furniture is gone, from the rooms I can see. There are a few filled trash bags in the kitchen area over there, the garage is empty, the car(s) have not been here for a bit… Looks like they split. Another neighbor, though very tentatively and cautiously, indicated that there may have been some disagreements next door and definitely saw a moving van or rider type vehicle. Hmm, having a door locked so well that you cannot be lived off seems to create problems for the needy. In any case, I am not unhappy about this. I hope my landlord uses a bit better sense when renting. If not, I am gone.
Ok, a few more things to do. Oh, and I even did some things not on my list, I am doing things well, I am not too tired, and it seems to be working out so far. Life will work, at this pace, I am pretty sure. But to increase the pace… I am working at it. Well, back to it. Remember, before walking into bars, duck. No reason to use your head when you could have just used your head. Or, think about it.
Update:
I keep getting more done. It is strange, to me. As I do things, I often find that I have to do as many as 2 or 3 additional steps to finish, some of those extend into the future through appointments or availability. Adding work, involvements, and complications to work in order to succeed. Yeah, ok, most of you know this. Most of you do not collapse and need sleep after a short run usually. It is not my body. It just hums along. Heavy weights... no problem, shovel a 20' drive... ok, hike 10 miles on a hot day... see ya there. But often, someone needs to take me there then start me out. Though, I still may not do whatever... stars have to be aligned or something. Most of you do not become confused beyond functioning when things become complicated, not calculus complicated, just a process requiring several different immediate processes or several processes you are not good at or with which you are unfamiliar.
I have been having a great lead up to class this term, and I think I am back on my way. The medicine does come through, if still a little on the mild side (a good thing). And, when I really push, I can get things to move. I can keep them moving a bit, and for a while now too. Boring to you normals, but it's news to me. After four years of perpetual gray exhaustion and confusion, this is a long awaited spring. Voc. Rehab. is planning on speaking with my doctor. It almost sounds as if that discussion is the most important, which makes sense. Oh, I have also been told that I will need to maintain a 3/4 level course load, as a minimum. I am a little nervous, but I think I can do this. Maybe more, I may be in better shape than ever before (since the fall), but... one thing at a time.
I have almost had a 12 hour work day, so far. I have made three appointments, contacted my medical facilitator in order to connect my doctor and my Voc. Rehab. councilor. Made several trips out for this or that. Found out what I need for those two to communicate legally and I will be doing that in the morning, while also taking care of a few other pieces of business while I am at it and there. I finally purchased some pals for Rocky (Rocky is my crawdad, his pals are 5 goldfish, he just loves them to death). My pistol is in a shop, in good hands from what I can tell, and I checked about a particular .308. I am just pricing at this point, but it seems they are not out yet anyway... I called my Mother, she is doing well after her surgery. She is still in the hospital but will probably be going home tomorrow, Friday if something comes up. And, after the stationary bicycle was a bit much for her, I started researching a bit. I found something called the gazelle. I have decided to get that to her for her recovery. If she does not like it, it can go back. But it is extremely low impact, it is easy for her to "mount", and she can use it without any resistance or with a goodly lot of it. But, she wouldn't be able to put it together, of course, so I made a call or two after that. I do not think it will be there the day she gets home, but by Monday, I am hoping. I have crossed as much off my list as possible, gone on to do at least one, maybe one and a half more list(s), and I am not quite done even with today. Tomorrow starts early again, and runs up until class is out at 8:00pm, I do believe.
Oh, right, I am looking for an electronic kit. You know, one of the non-solder multi-kits, one with a breadboard. For my electrical science class, and probably other classes, it would be quite nice. Along with my voltmeter, I should be able to play around and learn, and perhaps more practically, with the thing.
Maybe this ability to function will not last. I will take what I can get. I hope I am well caught up and a little ahead, if nothing else, if/when I crash again. But I am telling you, this IS very different and it IS winter, a very unusual mix. Well, back to it. Movies need to go back, an order placement or two needs to be made, and maybe one last phone call.
Oh, and goodnight.
I have to laugh.
My site meter counter has doubled this last week! I am so excited. It means my most frequent visitor is like a mouse in a cage. The only outlet being the running wheel (internet). I do not know why, but my counter keeps counting me. Well, look at it this way, at least I have one ardent follower! So do we all! And no, I do not keep going back to read the beautiful prose on my site. I am not even sure I LIKE the author, let alone his work. I visit for the links. I used to have them in my browser’s favorites, along with many more. Since the crash, I have not bothered to put them back since I am still unsure about this machine.
My dreams must be interesting, but I do not remember. My arms are sore, one of my biceps feels like one huge knot which, if I am not gentle with, will coil and cramp. It has several times already, as I tried to ignore it or show it who was boss. The other arm is only slightly better. My forearms are pretty rough. At least only one leg is slightly sore. I am really tired, and it has been like this for the last three mornings. I suspect I am missing out on some serious dreamage though. Then again, you know what? I am not sure I want to know. I wish I could take a peep, and if it was fun, just jump in.
I watched “No Country for Old Men” last night. I must admit, it was not great. In my estimation, it was not even good. The sociopath had too much self awareness, acted evil. I just do not believe most sociopaths have any clue. It is like the guy who cannot smell anything. He smells horrible and yet has not a clue. I do not even think they sense it enough to react to the reaction in others. A sociopath, in my worldview, is like a wolf or a snake or a bear. He will do terrible things, but to him it is no more evil than changing a light bulb. I have some suspicion that the reason Hollywood ALWAYS misses this is it is so full of them it does not wish to offend. It chooses them, then breeds them, inculcates them, protects them, and finally tries to make their way the new American way, whether via socialism, communism, feminism, or whatever typical populist mechanism is available to it. What happens in Hollywood, stays in Hollywood, even if it gets buried around Vegas. Oooohhhhhh, says Drothy, Glinda would never do that… Dorothy, you knew better from your momma, quit acting. And, when they paid your dog better than the troop of midgets, you could not have been sleeping. Beside that, what exactly did you do to get the part, probably with your mother’s full knowledge, perhaps under her advisement.
Ok, rant over, back to the movie. It was not memorable. It was not superb in any way. I had hoped the real lead would come through in quietude, I thought he might save the day with a counter position to the psychotic, such as he was. Either they had ruined the part of the sociopath too grievously for this to work, or they just butchered this counter part as badly as they did the killer’s part. I saw nothing but a dim blur of difference and an old man who thought he might give up or not. There was nothing built in, nothing to bite into, nothing to separate, and the horror was lame. I see an attempt at bluntness of delivery and simple art. In my estimation, it failed miserably. The artistry attempted ending up being more horrible than the killings or the killer. I did like some of the weapons. Well, one of them. A silenced shotgun? Sss a weat! That is it for positives.
The only movie I found truly superior all around was Apocalypto. The parts I really liked about AVP where here, plus many all it's own, on top of everything else being top notch, professional, beautiful, and artistic. As the movie follows lives in that initial lead into the movie, I was shown the simple humor, the simple life, the nature of things, as if I was there. All not only well done but beyond believable and into natural. The acting, my word, if that was actual acting, Hollywood should watch. I do not think it remembers, for the most part, how to act. It was as if anthropologists had hidden extremely good cameras and voice recording devices in the area and picked up truly native scenes. I have, of course, never been exposed to “virgin societies”. Of course, it is not possible. Even if they exist, being introduced would end that societies blindness. Yet, I have been a party to some rather tribal settings (of several types). It is not exactly my first choice, but compared to some modern company, it can be preferred. At least the unlearned and unwashed are often humble enough to understand that not only do they not know, they understand they probably cannot know. Only so-called intellectuals seem to miss this point. (think about that one) In that manner, they are refreshing. In any case, I believe the movie captured the potential naiveté of the people quite well. It is not just the peoples who become subjugated, even the conquerors are simple by today’s standards. At least, at our upper levels of decision making. There are far more inputs and the complexity of those inputs is astronomical, there are ethical, legal, and moral implications, and a chain of command exists which might be larger than the whole South American population of that day. Simple, simple lives, simple choices, the conclusions were never in doubt.
In the end, the beautiful thing of about the movie is that it captured the beauty, or at least the nature of, of the killer being killed by the killer being killed by the… Ok, you get the point. There are no underdogs worth supporting. One could say, what about the villagers? And I would say, sure, possibly. But there are a few provisos. What would this tribe have done to a group who encroached and did not move on through, honestly? What would it do if it’s number swelled beyond it’s boundaries capacity to support it’s population? As well, the story has to start somewhere, we could go back to Adam stomping on the first ameba to kick off man’s sins, but we did not, the movie did not, and so there we are in a simple village. After the conquerors road rough-shod over an ever expanding area, for centuries at least, the bully meets a bigger bully. And, the bigger bully did precisely what bullies do, and they should have seen that coming. As a fact, hehe, they did. Still, the Spaniards were relatively decent in comparison. Not one mass blood sacrifice ritual was performed for God. The dead were killed in war, though true too, many died as slaves working hard dangerous work. But do you think these people were not slaves before the Spaniards, for the most part? Do not be foolish. The only thing the Spaniards did was eliminate the one percentile native non-slave class and the massive blood rituals. I really hate it when communist revisionist historians lie. Yes, we have them in the church, too.
Do not even start with… Oh, but these people here were living separate indigenous lives… Yes, but only because whatever major collective tribe existing at the time did not yet get there, had culled the area already (if outside of the local memory) but recently enough that they were letting it repopulate, etc. Why more of the Native Americans, North and South, were not combined is probably a simple matter of food production. With enough, if not absolutely conclusive, evidences of feast, feminine, and famine to the point of cannibalism, food production just was not mature enough on this continent. And there was no off-continent or intra-continental trade to marginalize drought, disease, war, or other typical issues. Europe, Asia, perhaps parts of Africa, had each made attempts at agriculture. It seems the more prolific the trader, the better the population they represented. Right or wrong, weak people are destroyed or used, underfoot as they are while, and especially while bringing no real value to a pagan or godless world. In modern parlance, if people own thousands of farm acres but neither farm nor build on them, our government or some private entity, or even a group of those, might very well find a way to strip the land away from whoever owns it and then use it for crops, housing plots, or whatever will benefit most those who have undertaken the theft. More so under liberal governance, have now doubt. (look at the judges who voted in favor of the government land grab which turned that land over to contractors with the logic that the government would get more tax revenue and the contractors would come out ahead too, evil today or centuries ago, but not unknown).
Again, it was an excellent movie. It’s portrayal of the native people was amazing. It’s look at the way things very well might have been is as accurate as could be produced. With the art and touches in the film, I doubt if any pure science could do better. As well, I think the science used was top notch. If it does not fit with common conventions, more likely than not, it is common convention which is incorrect. I would have no problems letting my children, say age 8, maybe a little older, watch it. I do not have kids though, so… take my advice for what it is worth. My kids will not be pussified… that is all I am saying.
Oh, and I tried to stay on course with the reviews. I just could not get it done. There are NO SPANIARD attacks in the movie, it's all Indians. I went way off track.
Oh, yeah. Day two of no tobacco. I am still grumpy. But, it is sort of a sneaky grumpiness. Rather than just bellowing like a bull and charging, this crankiness sets people up, then WHAM! So, be NICE or I may bite. *bite!* Hey, I can see it, and I can and do try to mitigate, but I am glad I am not someone bringing me bad news or disagreeing with me today. Wow… hehe Excuse me while I go chew on an iron bar.
My dreams must be interesting, but I do not remember. My arms are sore, one of my biceps feels like one huge knot which, if I am not gentle with, will coil and cramp. It has several times already, as I tried to ignore it or show it who was boss. The other arm is only slightly better. My forearms are pretty rough. At least only one leg is slightly sore. I am really tired, and it has been like this for the last three mornings. I suspect I am missing out on some serious dreamage though. Then again, you know what? I am not sure I want to know. I wish I could take a peep, and if it was fun, just jump in.
I watched “No Country for Old Men” last night. I must admit, it was not great. In my estimation, it was not even good. The sociopath had too much self awareness, acted evil. I just do not believe most sociopaths have any clue. It is like the guy who cannot smell anything. He smells horrible and yet has not a clue. I do not even think they sense it enough to react to the reaction in others. A sociopath, in my worldview, is like a wolf or a snake or a bear. He will do terrible things, but to him it is no more evil than changing a light bulb. I have some suspicion that the reason Hollywood ALWAYS misses this is it is so full of them it does not wish to offend. It chooses them, then breeds them, inculcates them, protects them, and finally tries to make their way the new American way, whether via socialism, communism, feminism, or whatever typical populist mechanism is available to it. What happens in Hollywood, stays in Hollywood, even if it gets buried around Vegas. Oooohhhhhh, says Drothy, Glinda would never do that… Dorothy, you knew better from your momma, quit acting. And, when they paid your dog better than the troop of midgets, you could not have been sleeping. Beside that, what exactly did you do to get the part, probably with your mother’s full knowledge, perhaps under her advisement.
Ok, rant over, back to the movie. It was not memorable. It was not superb in any way. I had hoped the real lead would come through in quietude, I thought he might save the day with a counter position to the psychotic, such as he was. Either they had ruined the part of the sociopath too grievously for this to work, or they just butchered this counter part as badly as they did the killer’s part. I saw nothing but a dim blur of difference and an old man who thought he might give up or not. There was nothing built in, nothing to bite into, nothing to separate, and the horror was lame. I see an attempt at bluntness of delivery and simple art. In my estimation, it failed miserably. The artistry attempted ending up being more horrible than the killings or the killer. I did like some of the weapons. Well, one of them. A silenced shotgun? Sss a weat! That is it for positives.
The only movie I found truly superior all around was Apocalypto. The parts I really liked about AVP where here, plus many all it's own, on top of everything else being top notch, professional, beautiful, and artistic. As the movie follows lives in that initial lead into the movie, I was shown the simple humor, the simple life, the nature of things, as if I was there. All not only well done but beyond believable and into natural. The acting, my word, if that was actual acting, Hollywood should watch. I do not think it remembers, for the most part, how to act. It was as if anthropologists had hidden extremely good cameras and voice recording devices in the area and picked up truly native scenes. I have, of course, never been exposed to “virgin societies”. Of course, it is not possible. Even if they exist, being introduced would end that societies blindness. Yet, I have been a party to some rather tribal settings (of several types). It is not exactly my first choice, but compared to some modern company, it can be preferred. At least the unlearned and unwashed are often humble enough to understand that not only do they not know, they understand they probably cannot know. Only so-called intellectuals seem to miss this point. (think about that one) In that manner, they are refreshing. In any case, I believe the movie captured the potential naiveté of the people quite well. It is not just the peoples who become subjugated, even the conquerors are simple by today’s standards. At least, at our upper levels of decision making. There are far more inputs and the complexity of those inputs is astronomical, there are ethical, legal, and moral implications, and a chain of command exists which might be larger than the whole South American population of that day. Simple, simple lives, simple choices, the conclusions were never in doubt.
In the end, the beautiful thing of about the movie is that it captured the beauty, or at least the nature of, of the killer being killed by the killer being killed by the… Ok, you get the point. There are no underdogs worth supporting. One could say, what about the villagers? And I would say, sure, possibly. But there are a few provisos. What would this tribe have done to a group who encroached and did not move on through, honestly? What would it do if it’s number swelled beyond it’s boundaries capacity to support it’s population? As well, the story has to start somewhere, we could go back to Adam stomping on the first ameba to kick off man’s sins, but we did not, the movie did not, and so there we are in a simple village. After the conquerors road rough-shod over an ever expanding area, for centuries at least, the bully meets a bigger bully. And, the bigger bully did precisely what bullies do, and they should have seen that coming. As a fact, hehe, they did. Still, the Spaniards were relatively decent in comparison. Not one mass blood sacrifice ritual was performed for God. The dead were killed in war, though true too, many died as slaves working hard dangerous work. But do you think these people were not slaves before the Spaniards, for the most part? Do not be foolish. The only thing the Spaniards did was eliminate the one percentile native non-slave class and the massive blood rituals. I really hate it when communist revisionist historians lie. Yes, we have them in the church, too.
Do not even start with… Oh, but these people here were living separate indigenous lives… Yes, but only because whatever major collective tribe existing at the time did not yet get there, had culled the area already (if outside of the local memory) but recently enough that they were letting it repopulate, etc. Why more of the Native Americans, North and South, were not combined is probably a simple matter of food production. With enough, if not absolutely conclusive, evidences of feast, feminine, and famine to the point of cannibalism, food production just was not mature enough on this continent. And there was no off-continent or intra-continental trade to marginalize drought, disease, war, or other typical issues. Europe, Asia, perhaps parts of Africa, had each made attempts at agriculture. It seems the more prolific the trader, the better the population they represented. Right or wrong, weak people are destroyed or used, underfoot as they are while, and especially while bringing no real value to a pagan or godless world. In modern parlance, if people own thousands of farm acres but neither farm nor build on them, our government or some private entity, or even a group of those, might very well find a way to strip the land away from whoever owns it and then use it for crops, housing plots, or whatever will benefit most those who have undertaken the theft. More so under liberal governance, have now doubt. (look at the judges who voted in favor of the government land grab which turned that land over to contractors with the logic that the government would get more tax revenue and the contractors would come out ahead too, evil today or centuries ago, but not unknown).
Again, it was an excellent movie. It’s portrayal of the native people was amazing. It’s look at the way things very well might have been is as accurate as could be produced. With the art and touches in the film, I doubt if any pure science could do better. As well, I think the science used was top notch. If it does not fit with common conventions, more likely than not, it is common convention which is incorrect. I would have no problems letting my children, say age 8, maybe a little older, watch it. I do not have kids though, so… take my advice for what it is worth. My kids will not be pussified… that is all I am saying.
Oh, and I tried to stay on course with the reviews. I just could not get it done. There are NO SPANIARD attacks in the movie, it's all Indians. I went way off track.
Oh, yeah. Day two of no tobacco. I am still grumpy. But, it is sort of a sneaky grumpiness. Rather than just bellowing like a bull and charging, this crankiness sets people up, then WHAM! So, be NICE or I may bite. *bite!* Hey, I can see it, and I can and do try to mitigate, but I am glad I am not someone bringing me bad news or disagreeing with me today. Wow… hehe Excuse me while I go chew on an iron bar.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
The good, the bad, and the ugly.
Let us start with the ugly. I had to awaken early today, and at a specific time. I had a number of errands to do, and a rough appointment or two. It was not fun, pretty, speedy, or without some doubts, but my rise occurred within the widow frame of time allotted. I had to push, take this, drink that, stumble like a zombie through undressing, showering, and dressing again. Ugly, I tell you. I do not think I was fully awake until after my first appointment, and a fifth of the way to my next appointment. Thankfully the first appointment was hit it with a hammer, done, type business. I had no need for memory, thought, just gab, grab, and skip. Which, as it might seem, I can pretty much… you guessed it… do in my sleep. I made it to my last appointment (scheduled) a bit later in it’s allotted time frame, yet not pressingly so. After that meeting, I was directed to another meeting, which went very smoothly. On the way out of the last place, I took a risk and attempted to make a connection I have been meaning to make. Bauttaboom, battabing, in, able, ready, done.
Ok, you might want to know what I actually did. I went to the U. of I. and picked up my transcripts. I should have done this before, long ago actually. I should also have had my other schools send transcripts, long ago. As it turns out, though, not really. My academic adviser was not available until today (since as far back as I have been trying to arrange this, which is further back than my financial aid needs). He was only interested in the U. of I. transcript, and there was no way to change any of that from my side, or by getting it done earlier, nor by getting all the information. It turns out there are only about 6 courses left at Kirkwood before I am dumped back into the U. of I. or wherever. Ok, after the meeting with my specific field academic advisor, I needed to visit with a woman in the general advisor area. Cool, she was pleasant and we got to work quickly. At first she was a bit… cold, she almost seemed angry. But once she realized… something?... she became nearly friendly but certainly more helpful. I like nice people, but in the end, pissall, I will take useful first by a long shot. Well, this still does not quite get done what I needed done, it only sets up Kirkwood and sets a track, or will complete that soon. Now I need to go to the U. of I. and talk to someone there. Which is fine, as I have some business I really should take care of beyond this need. You see, those last two terms, the terms I tried to take while initially taking high blood pressure medicine, I wiped out horribly. I thought I had properly withdrawn at least one, or at least medically removed those courses, but it seems either I did not get around to it or they bungled up (about 50/50 shot there, fugg, at least I am disabled as my excuse, lame and overused as it might be).
What was all this running around, and why do I need to do more? Because the Veterans Vocational Rehabilitation Services would like to deep six my record, and probably any memory of me if they could. Yet, it seems, before they do, they have to act like or actually really give me a chance to get some paperwork in before they can kill the deal. They wanted this done before Christmas, I indicated that I had already been trying to reach Kirkwood academic advising and one of my former schools, and I had heard nothing back. I am not sure how much time I have, so I am really trying to push. However, I cannot make someone create time, offer an appointment to see me, or force records keepers to return from vacation early. Nor can I force someone at Kirkwood to give me information needed from someone at the U. of I. Ack… So, I rush a bit.
Oh, and the last business I finished today was with my former math professor. I stopped in to see if we could talk or if we could plan a time to talk. Well, ok, my test was not the greatest. It was not even close to an A. I still think I did better than most, a point he would not… discuss. Confidentiality seems to be the deal, then again maybe he did not realize what I was asking. I was rather oblique. I suspect he did NOT curve, not a bit. And, I think, only about 1/2 of the class even passed. Still, in a straight out thing, it was not a pretty test. Even now, I caught most of my errors. There was one problem I did not remember, beyond where I was correct anyway. I am not sure about it's formulaically solution, though in truth a minor thing, a thing I will look up when messing with those problems. My average, for the whole class was just above 83. Well, I did not fail, and I had to haul some serious math butt in the beginning just to catch up. Still, I am disappointed. I think was impressed. In any case, as I was leaving, I asked for advice on a few topics, I thanked him for what I felt was him doing his part of the work, and congratulated him for what I believed to be an excellent course delivery and direction, then I wished him a good year, and headed out the door.
Required math is complete, but there is keeping up and boning up on statistics. Meh, it could happen.
Ok, so having completed that as well as I could, I headed back to Coralville. I stopped in at Sluggers, a gay sports bar, or so Bane seems to think of sports bars. Ha, actually I think he is half right. Then again, just about everything in this town could be gay, outright or on the sly. I watch my step and I make sure my intentions are explicitly clear. I have never tried it, but I think I could rip the testicles off a man. And really, I am curious. I did lift a guy by his balls once, but it was not because he thought I was cute or anything. He thought he was faster than I was big, and I was pretty sure he was wrong. Still, I had this diplomatic core type gal serve me. She was pretty, but she was trying to seduce me for tip. She sucked at it. She was pretty and pleasant most of the time, but ladies, if you must lower yourself to whoredome, a quick tip… do not be aggressive about it, to not be syrupy, do not be competitive (with who you are trying to sell to). With someone like me, I will blow you off. With a John in whatever form that goes, you will get your face bashed in. If you are going to play, know the rules.
Anyway, then I grabbed a couple of movies, Pathfinder and Apocolypto. I just wanted to see some of my ancestors fight and die. From what I can tell, all of them where my ancestors. Though, I freely admit to having favorites. As such, Pathfinder in some ways really sucked. If I had a time travel machine, and could take my guns back, fuggg. I would own their and your butt too. Even if I could not take my guns, how long do you think it would take me to build even a six shooter or a gatling gun, artillery, grenades, and even an engine (gas or steam, whatever would be doable). Of course, I would own all continents. On the good side, Marx and Hitler… You would not have heard of them. As well, communism and muslam would not be around. I would not have played patty cake like Western governments seem to prefer to do with lethal evil ideas, government systems, and religions (both are all three of those). Ok, I think you get the point. In those times, that was how it was done, shut up about it. I hate the whining about oppression, then having it be (by necessity I assume) one of the oppressors, by breed, who saves the poor stupid injuns. Damn, you CAN NOT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS, OK!. Either the indians were stupid good for nothing targets, or they were brutal but foolish warriors. They were self sufficient, or they were not. Same with the Vikings. By the way, since the Vikings, as a people, are extinct or nearly so, why do they not have reservations? Because they are damn smart. Doh! One way I can heave and take it, the other way I can snarl and accept, not friggin both ways! Rant over. However, there was plenty of blood and guts, some of it was ok, all in all it was a hokey revisionist sack of jaweya crap. I do not think there is much salvageable there. (They did not even show the chief pathfinder dude being split apart… Bah!) I have not seen Apocolypto yet, so what can I say. And, I plan on heading out to see “No Country for Old Men” shortly.
Oh, I received a call from one of the men working with those of us set to give talks. Urhm, he indicated there was an outline in the material I received. Well, ok. After reading that, I am in a bit of a funk. It is not fitting, on top of that, I am expected to give my speech first in the practice sessions. Yes, January 13th, I will have to present for the first time, though only to the small group of us presenters and the group facilitators. The problem is that the advise in the outline is confusing and seems outside of my understanding. I have been blindsided by this data. On top of that, I have been advised that I need to have scripture verses prepared for and somehow with and in my speech. What? And music. Ok, I thought I read this material well, and I missed all of that. Missing the outline and advise it offers is one thing, but still, I see little in regard to bible verses except what is offered in the general outline (no advice for my own), and absolutely nothing about music. Well, verses, yeah, I can do that. I have not maintained what I once had, and yet, when someone happens to quote and is stupid about it, I can still shoot them down by paraphrasing or expanding their reading a bit. I really hate it when an idiot sees three words in the book and things they know what I should do. WHAM! Turn the other cheek, thank…you. WHAM! Make no doubt, I suffer not the little fluffy fools. And you better not be a shuckster… Not with God’s word. Anyway…
Oh, no headache today. I was too busy this morning to remember to check, too tired before that to remember, and now I am fine. I am heading out for that last show. I’ve decided to relax and just write what I am as I am for the men’s group, and see what advise works. Oh, and I quit chew last night. Yeah, if you were wonder wherefore the thunder and lightning… Such a gentle giant, I… officer… I am not sure why he booted the trespasser across the street, jumped over on top of him, and flung him around like that. I… I think he was mad… Yes, thank you man. Your help has been very helpful. Bah! So I am a little grumpy, fidgety, and such… Oh, I cannot really track my righting today either.
Ok, you might want to know what I actually did. I went to the U. of I. and picked up my transcripts. I should have done this before, long ago actually. I should also have had my other schools send transcripts, long ago. As it turns out, though, not really. My academic adviser was not available until today (since as far back as I have been trying to arrange this, which is further back than my financial aid needs). He was only interested in the U. of I. transcript, and there was no way to change any of that from my side, or by getting it done earlier, nor by getting all the information. It turns out there are only about 6 courses left at Kirkwood before I am dumped back into the U. of I. or wherever. Ok, after the meeting with my specific field academic advisor, I needed to visit with a woman in the general advisor area. Cool, she was pleasant and we got to work quickly. At first she was a bit… cold, she almost seemed angry. But once she realized… something?... she became nearly friendly but certainly more helpful. I like nice people, but in the end, pissall, I will take useful first by a long shot. Well, this still does not quite get done what I needed done, it only sets up Kirkwood and sets a track, or will complete that soon. Now I need to go to the U. of I. and talk to someone there. Which is fine, as I have some business I really should take care of beyond this need. You see, those last two terms, the terms I tried to take while initially taking high blood pressure medicine, I wiped out horribly. I thought I had properly withdrawn at least one, or at least medically removed those courses, but it seems either I did not get around to it or they bungled up (about 50/50 shot there, fugg, at least I am disabled as my excuse, lame and overused as it might be).
What was all this running around, and why do I need to do more? Because the Veterans Vocational Rehabilitation Services would like to deep six my record, and probably any memory of me if they could. Yet, it seems, before they do, they have to act like or actually really give me a chance to get some paperwork in before they can kill the deal. They wanted this done before Christmas, I indicated that I had already been trying to reach Kirkwood academic advising and one of my former schools, and I had heard nothing back. I am not sure how much time I have, so I am really trying to push. However, I cannot make someone create time, offer an appointment to see me, or force records keepers to return from vacation early. Nor can I force someone at Kirkwood to give me information needed from someone at the U. of I. Ack… So, I rush a bit.
Oh, and the last business I finished today was with my former math professor. I stopped in to see if we could talk or if we could plan a time to talk. Well, ok, my test was not the greatest. It was not even close to an A. I still think I did better than most, a point he would not… discuss. Confidentiality seems to be the deal, then again maybe he did not realize what I was asking. I was rather oblique. I suspect he did NOT curve, not a bit. And, I think, only about 1/2 of the class even passed. Still, in a straight out thing, it was not a pretty test. Even now, I caught most of my errors. There was one problem I did not remember, beyond where I was correct anyway. I am not sure about it's formulaically solution, though in truth a minor thing, a thing I will look up when messing with those problems. My average, for the whole class was just above 83. Well, I did not fail, and I had to haul some serious math butt in the beginning just to catch up. Still, I am disappointed. I think was impressed. In any case, as I was leaving, I asked for advice on a few topics, I thanked him for what I felt was him doing his part of the work, and congratulated him for what I believed to be an excellent course delivery and direction, then I wished him a good year, and headed out the door.
Required math is complete, but there is keeping up and boning up on statistics. Meh, it could happen.
Ok, so having completed that as well as I could, I headed back to Coralville. I stopped in at Sluggers, a gay sports bar, or so Bane seems to think of sports bars. Ha, actually I think he is half right. Then again, just about everything in this town could be gay, outright or on the sly. I watch my step and I make sure my intentions are explicitly clear. I have never tried it, but I think I could rip the testicles off a man. And really, I am curious. I did lift a guy by his balls once, but it was not because he thought I was cute or anything. He thought he was faster than I was big, and I was pretty sure he was wrong. Still, I had this diplomatic core type gal serve me. She was pretty, but she was trying to seduce me for tip. She sucked at it. She was pretty and pleasant most of the time, but ladies, if you must lower yourself to whoredome, a quick tip… do not be aggressive about it, to not be syrupy, do not be competitive (with who you are trying to sell to). With someone like me, I will blow you off. With a John in whatever form that goes, you will get your face bashed in. If you are going to play, know the rules.
Anyway, then I grabbed a couple of movies, Pathfinder and Apocolypto. I just wanted to see some of my ancestors fight and die. From what I can tell, all of them where my ancestors. Though, I freely admit to having favorites. As such, Pathfinder in some ways really sucked. If I had a time travel machine, and could take my guns back, fuggg. I would own their and your butt too. Even if I could not take my guns, how long do you think it would take me to build even a six shooter or a gatling gun, artillery, grenades, and even an engine (gas or steam, whatever would be doable). Of course, I would own all continents. On the good side, Marx and Hitler… You would not have heard of them. As well, communism and muslam would not be around. I would not have played patty cake like Western governments seem to prefer to do with lethal evil ideas, government systems, and religions (both are all three of those). Ok, I think you get the point. In those times, that was how it was done, shut up about it. I hate the whining about oppression, then having it be (by necessity I assume) one of the oppressors, by breed, who saves the poor stupid injuns. Damn, you CAN NOT HAVE IT BOTH WAYS, OK!. Either the indians were stupid good for nothing targets, or they were brutal but foolish warriors. They were self sufficient, or they were not. Same with the Vikings. By the way, since the Vikings, as a people, are extinct or nearly so, why do they not have reservations? Because they are damn smart. Doh! One way I can heave and take it, the other way I can snarl and accept, not friggin both ways! Rant over. However, there was plenty of blood and guts, some of it was ok, all in all it was a hokey revisionist sack of jaweya crap. I do not think there is much salvageable there. (They did not even show the chief pathfinder dude being split apart… Bah!) I have not seen Apocolypto yet, so what can I say. And, I plan on heading out to see “No Country for Old Men” shortly.
Oh, I received a call from one of the men working with those of us set to give talks. Urhm, he indicated there was an outline in the material I received. Well, ok. After reading that, I am in a bit of a funk. It is not fitting, on top of that, I am expected to give my speech first in the practice sessions. Yes, January 13th, I will have to present for the first time, though only to the small group of us presenters and the group facilitators. The problem is that the advise in the outline is confusing and seems outside of my understanding. I have been blindsided by this data. On top of that, I have been advised that I need to have scripture verses prepared for and somehow with and in my speech. What? And music. Ok, I thought I read this material well, and I missed all of that. Missing the outline and advise it offers is one thing, but still, I see little in regard to bible verses except what is offered in the general outline (no advice for my own), and absolutely nothing about music. Well, verses, yeah, I can do that. I have not maintained what I once had, and yet, when someone happens to quote and is stupid about it, I can still shoot them down by paraphrasing or expanding their reading a bit. I really hate it when an idiot sees three words in the book and things they know what I should do. WHAM! Turn the other cheek, thank…you. WHAM! Make no doubt, I suffer not the little fluffy fools. And you better not be a shuckster… Not with God’s word. Anyway…
Oh, no headache today. I was too busy this morning to remember to check, too tired before that to remember, and now I am fine. I am heading out for that last show. I’ve decided to relax and just write what I am as I am for the men’s group, and see what advise works. Oh, and I quit chew last night. Yeah, if you were wonder wherefore the thunder and lightning… Such a gentle giant, I… officer… I am not sure why he booted the trespasser across the street, jumped over on top of him, and flung him around like that. I… I think he was mad… Yes, thank you man. Your help has been very helpful. Bah! So I am a little grumpy, fidgety, and such… Oh, I cannot really track my righting today either.
Monday, January 7, 2008
Headache, a bad one.
Today has been, interesting. Trying to think clearly, looking at the world totally differently (because it helps ever so slightly to tilt my head to the left or right, no, no, the other... ouch), and trying to stay awake and do a few things in spite of the pain and nausea. The pain is not horrible, just bad enough to get my attention and pretty much hold it. It is not a migraine, or at least not as bad as the really neat ones. But low light, slow movements, avoidance of noise, and eating small bits from time to time seem to balance life enough that I can do some things. It waxes and wanes, but has not even come close to being nice today. My response to one of k’s comments was a work of art in my condition. I think I spelled things ok, and used grammar so-so, but it couldn’t have been my best. I was pretty satisfied with the message though, I think. I’ll see it when my head hurts less.
As far as getting much else done, though, it just did not happen. I took some ibuprofen, and tried to nap. On these little ones, it sometimes works. It was a no go. So, I have tinkered and looked, reading a bit, and tried to keep everything copasetic. At least I should sleep well tonight. It actually takes a lot of energy to just keep going on the little things, pacing rather than just doing is what wears me out I think. I actually do not mind these unless I have to choke back the emesis, crush my head between pillows, and watch the spark show in my head. It is usually pretty cool, the spark show, if I could relax and enjoy.
Well, that is it for today. Maybe they will pull the spike out of my voodoo doll head tomorrow and I will play and work a bit more vigorously. I did say a bit more… Ouch, I should not even think things like that at the moment.
As far as getting much else done, though, it just did not happen. I took some ibuprofen, and tried to nap. On these little ones, it sometimes works. It was a no go. So, I have tinkered and looked, reading a bit, and tried to keep everything copasetic. At least I should sleep well tonight. It actually takes a lot of energy to just keep going on the little things, pacing rather than just doing is what wears me out I think. I actually do not mind these unless I have to choke back the emesis, crush my head between pillows, and watch the spark show in my head. It is usually pretty cool, the spark show, if I could relax and enjoy.
Well, that is it for today. Maybe they will pull the spike out of my voodoo doll head tomorrow and I will play and work a bit more vigorously. I did say a bit more… Ouch, I should not even think things like that at the moment.
Sunday, January 6, 2008
Working on an important task.
I have been asked to give a 25 to 30 minute speech, a witness really, to a men’s Catholic meeting. The meeting is March 7th-9th. I am not sure which day I will be called to profess, but I do know the topic. Of course, they would pick one completely out of my area of thought, that being self knowledge. Well, ok, a little tongue-in-cheek there. After having spent decades discerning my life in an attempt to find solutions, I am in good shape to begin the drafting process. Which, today, I have officially begun. We will be having 5 meetings, those of us giving a speech. I am not sure exactly what the groups will entail, but I have been lead to believe assistance and practice will occur. A relief, that, to be sure.
So far I have opened most of my life up and put it on file. I have a bit more to do, and there will be revisions. What I have not touched yet, is what that means. What has the calculator of life taught me, what do I know about myself from it, and is there a message to others. Do I have advice, explicit or implicit or even within the telling alone? I am not sure how I will do that. But, I have been thinking about this on the lead up to my writing. I have known that I would be doing this for several months now, and it has always been ticking back in the quiet parts of my mind. I am really hoping to pull this together into a fantastic piece. Perhaps my best piece, and maybe way out of my normal range. I would not do this for a class, it just is not my interest and in this case, too personal. Only in a work to glory God would I even attempt this, and to share perhaps inspire or assist my fellows. And, it will only be possible with assistance from the other men, certain others, and of course God.
The first of those meetings is the 13th of this month. I hope to have a full working draft and a second, heavily edited slightly polished writing by then. As well, I hope to have it done with a day or two remaining in order to give the speech out loud a few times, and in the mirror a few times.
By the way, this is not going to be easy. Beside not being an orator by choice, what I will be saying, and with what I am saying in mind who will be listening, is enough to really sober me on this. Imagine giving a speech on Victorian principles… to a NOW convention. Sinning, I have done that. I still do. I know and have done things that heard, burn the ears of sailors and marines, even my mother (I wish she read here more often, if she did not get in a snoot, she would enjoy this… flip a coin on that though). Not only will the room be filled with Catholic men, there will be priests present, and there will be nuns present. I will certainly take considerations from my fellow orators and the group leaders under advisement. I may verbally prepare the nuns, or enough that if they choose they may opt out. After having been to confession a time or two though, I am not so worried about the priests. I just hope they do not get bored and nap! In spite of the sobriety of the thing, I am finding places where humor just fits. I will just have to see if the humor actually works beyond the borders of my mind.
That was my day, in a nutshell. And my day is nearly done. Oh, laundry. A few more pieces and I am finished with that. Two things off my list, and a t-bone, potato with butter and sour cream (fat full), and buttered steamed brussels sprout dinner, with a fresh oven made bun which was buttered, salted, and flavored with garlic then warmed in the cooling oven, plus a big glass of whole milk. Nothing says happy like a belly full of real food. Ok, there is some debate there, but that is what I have. Oh, look at the time! I think it is… yep… beer thirty. Please excuse me while I debate the above, with what I have anyway.
So far I have opened most of my life up and put it on file. I have a bit more to do, and there will be revisions. What I have not touched yet, is what that means. What has the calculator of life taught me, what do I know about myself from it, and is there a message to others. Do I have advice, explicit or implicit or even within the telling alone? I am not sure how I will do that. But, I have been thinking about this on the lead up to my writing. I have known that I would be doing this for several months now, and it has always been ticking back in the quiet parts of my mind. I am really hoping to pull this together into a fantastic piece. Perhaps my best piece, and maybe way out of my normal range. I would not do this for a class, it just is not my interest and in this case, too personal. Only in a work to glory God would I even attempt this, and to share perhaps inspire or assist my fellows. And, it will only be possible with assistance from the other men, certain others, and of course God.
The first of those meetings is the 13th of this month. I hope to have a full working draft and a second, heavily edited slightly polished writing by then. As well, I hope to have it done with a day or two remaining in order to give the speech out loud a few times, and in the mirror a few times.
By the way, this is not going to be easy. Beside not being an orator by choice, what I will be saying, and with what I am saying in mind who will be listening, is enough to really sober me on this. Imagine giving a speech on Victorian principles… to a NOW convention. Sinning, I have done that. I still do. I know and have done things that heard, burn the ears of sailors and marines, even my mother (I wish she read here more often, if she did not get in a snoot, she would enjoy this… flip a coin on that though). Not only will the room be filled with Catholic men, there will be priests present, and there will be nuns present. I will certainly take considerations from my fellow orators and the group leaders under advisement. I may verbally prepare the nuns, or enough that if they choose they may opt out. After having been to confession a time or two though, I am not so worried about the priests. I just hope they do not get bored and nap! In spite of the sobriety of the thing, I am finding places where humor just fits. I will just have to see if the humor actually works beyond the borders of my mind.
That was my day, in a nutshell. And my day is nearly done. Oh, laundry. A few more pieces and I am finished with that. Two things off my list, and a t-bone, potato with butter and sour cream (fat full), and buttered steamed brussels sprout dinner, with a fresh oven made bun which was buttered, salted, and flavored with garlic then warmed in the cooling oven, plus a big glass of whole milk. Nothing says happy like a belly full of real food. Ok, there is some debate there, but that is what I have. Oh, look at the time! I think it is… yep… beer thirty. Please excuse me while I debate the above, with what I have anyway.
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