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Though still a bit sluggish as I figure out just the right amount of heat, life has improved a bit. The lack of sunshine, as usual, acts as a depressant. Although, at my stage in life, even a depressant can be a good thing. It offers a time for reflection, a slowing down of life and mind so that I am more clearly able to see the past and into the future. Too, it is a time for bitter-sweet memories. Past loves come to mind, as do other people from the past. Some of whom I had long thought forgotten. Nostalgia might be a good name for the mood, but it is not complete of and in itself either. I have worked a long time in order to be able to enjoy this particular mood. That I may do so at this point is a beautiful thing.
I received a call from the merchant with the refusal code, so Monday I may begin trekking through that difficult bureaucratic landscape that is reclaiming gun rights. It is a frustration, and in some cases such as mine, a wasted one. Still, if I concentrate on it like any other project and simply see it as such, leaving the baggage of it in the bin as refuse, life becomes simpler. As well, this creates interest in giving money to groups and legislators who believe as I do, that rights should not be trampled lightly.
Nothing can be done, at this point, regarding "liberal" indoctrination at academic institutions. And, truth be told, this is not a new phenomenon. It has been described in writing as far back as such institutions and writings we have found exist. The bible discusses such a thing, back when centers for learning were called gymnasiums. I would have to pose that the negatives are the only way to the positives. If one wishes to develop nuclear power, the dregs of the mining process are terrible as well. With advances come setbacks. Being, without question, an imperfect people, the better we get in one way the worse we get in another. There is no such thing as fleshly perfecting. There is a theory which indicates that the closer we get to knowing exactly where something is, the less we know about the velocity and direction. The reverse is also stipulated. Perhaps this works, in a like though varied way, with the mind and soul or spirit. The stronger one is, the weaker the other is almost by needs.
That does make me wonder where I lie in that. I would like to think my soul is as well provided for as I am able. I give my soul conscious weight over mind. Yet I am far from being uneducated, if too I do not have an undergraduate degree, let alone a masters degree. I do have enough credits for a general science, math or at least math minor degree. I have chosen some courses outside of need to fill out my education as well. I have certainly read both history and literature on my own. I always wonder how much of that directly gets in my way spiritually.
Hmm, today... A check to the landlady, a meal, and perhaps a trip or three to the storage unit. I turned up the heat, perhaps that will get me on going. Oh well, I will figure it out sooner or later.
Have a great day.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
New challenges, and old.
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It has been difficult to get going lately. Now it is the cold. I finally decided to figure out the heating system and get it going. With the nights falling to from 36 F down into the 20's F, waking up and then getting active was becoming difficult. I am not sure how cold it became inside the apartment, just noting that it stays that way most of the day without some heat. Though I enjoy the cool and have a phenomenal tolerance to cold, my activity level does drop in it. So, after a week of inactivity, perhaps reasonable warmth will allow me to get going.
I contacted a local LEO who happens to offer the necessary course in order to obtain a concealed carry permit (what they call a concealed firearm permit here in Utah). I actually emailed him, or really his business, or their business (there are several LEO's who do the work). He called today! That was fast. He asked some basic questions. When he could find no reason for the refusal, I mentioned that I am a disabled vet, stable now, but still on disability. Ah, that, he said. He said they have been having a really difficult time with this, but that we should be able to clear it up. He asked me to go in and try to purchase a firearm.
Did I ever mention that I make things more difficult than I need to make them? Well, I do. However, between trying to be honest and because of my financial situation (I really do not want to buy another gun right at this moment, due in part to affordability and due in part to the guns I want not being found from what I have seen). So, when I walked in to a store where I have been buying ammunition for some time now, I laid out the facts. The merchant, probably not wanting to do the paperwork for a sale that was not going to happen in any case, decided to call the state agency and ask what they suggest.
They suggested I simply get the code from the last refusal (for the purchase of the Henry Repeating .22). The merchant wrote down their number and said good luck. When I arrived home, I called the state agency. First, they cannot give me the code over the phone and then they would need the exact date of the refusal, as well, they are extremely backed up with CFP applications. They suggested I call the dealer where I was refused and get the information from them. Either that or mail a written request, with exact date, in... Yeah, no!
I could not remember the name of the business. So, I began a search. It is not in a city, it was not listed as a FFL, and it took several hours to find it. I said I did not remember, but I knew I would know it if I saw it. Of all the places, it was listed on some blog or gun related forum, fairly deeply into the messages. Anyway, I called the dealer. We are busy, what do you want, I cannot do that, who, okay, maybe I will look, in a while. I have not heard back from them so far. With it, I can call the LEO and begin operations.
Is any one out there at all familiar with how complicated buying a gun really is? And yet, there are people who can lay their hands on cut rate guns in five minutes. Does anyone see the disconnect? And, it is not like I do not have guns. I have had guns almost all of my adult life. Even in the worst of my falling, I was never a threat and obviously I am not dead. Beyond, after throwing away the junk they wanted me to take, I figured out what was wrong, how to deal with it for the most part, and lead a rather sedate, secure, if slow life. Further, I entered the doors of a Church which add insult to injury for suicide. For at least the last 15 years, I have been good. Probably better than most. Other than a speeding ticket (in a little speed trap, which because of extenuating circumstances I was actually forgiven and by the cop himself), I have been rather clean.
It is one thing not to be able to get consistent and respectable treatment from some aspects of the V.A. But do they need to compound their insult with civil rights injury? And people wonder why I have little respect for "liberalism", one sided academia, and meddling and obviously ignorant indoctrinated doctors. Of course, that is just me.
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It has been difficult to get going lately. Now it is the cold. I finally decided to figure out the heating system and get it going. With the nights falling to from 36 F down into the 20's F, waking up and then getting active was becoming difficult. I am not sure how cold it became inside the apartment, just noting that it stays that way most of the day without some heat. Though I enjoy the cool and have a phenomenal tolerance to cold, my activity level does drop in it. So, after a week of inactivity, perhaps reasonable warmth will allow me to get going.
I contacted a local LEO who happens to offer the necessary course in order to obtain a concealed carry permit (what they call a concealed firearm permit here in Utah). I actually emailed him, or really his business, or their business (there are several LEO's who do the work). He called today! That was fast. He asked some basic questions. When he could find no reason for the refusal, I mentioned that I am a disabled vet, stable now, but still on disability. Ah, that, he said. He said they have been having a really difficult time with this, but that we should be able to clear it up. He asked me to go in and try to purchase a firearm.
Did I ever mention that I make things more difficult than I need to make them? Well, I do. However, between trying to be honest and because of my financial situation (I really do not want to buy another gun right at this moment, due in part to affordability and due in part to the guns I want not being found from what I have seen). So, when I walked in to a store where I have been buying ammunition for some time now, I laid out the facts. The merchant, probably not wanting to do the paperwork for a sale that was not going to happen in any case, decided to call the state agency and ask what they suggest.
They suggested I simply get the code from the last refusal (for the purchase of the Henry Repeating .22). The merchant wrote down their number and said good luck. When I arrived home, I called the state agency. First, they cannot give me the code over the phone and then they would need the exact date of the refusal, as well, they are extremely backed up with CFP applications. They suggested I call the dealer where I was refused and get the information from them. Either that or mail a written request, with exact date, in... Yeah, no!
I could not remember the name of the business. So, I began a search. It is not in a city, it was not listed as a FFL, and it took several hours to find it. I said I did not remember, but I knew I would know it if I saw it. Of all the places, it was listed on some blog or gun related forum, fairly deeply into the messages. Anyway, I called the dealer. We are busy, what do you want, I cannot do that, who, okay, maybe I will look, in a while. I have not heard back from them so far. With it, I can call the LEO and begin operations.
Is any one out there at all familiar with how complicated buying a gun really is? And yet, there are people who can lay their hands on cut rate guns in five minutes. Does anyone see the disconnect? And, it is not like I do not have guns. I have had guns almost all of my adult life. Even in the worst of my falling, I was never a threat and obviously I am not dead. Beyond, after throwing away the junk they wanted me to take, I figured out what was wrong, how to deal with it for the most part, and lead a rather sedate, secure, if slow life. Further, I entered the doors of a Church which add insult to injury for suicide. For at least the last 15 years, I have been good. Probably better than most. Other than a speeding ticket (in a little speed trap, which because of extenuating circumstances I was actually forgiven and by the cop himself), I have been rather clean.
It is one thing not to be able to get consistent and respectable treatment from some aspects of the V.A. But do they need to compound their insult with civil rights injury? And people wonder why I have little respect for "liberalism", one sided academia, and meddling and obviously ignorant indoctrinated doctors. Of course, that is just me.
Friday, October 2, 2009
The deer roast was quite good.
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I will not take credit for this. The hunter who took it butchered it professionally. I do believe I have it that he does his own work. That and hunting deer in the mountains leads to a good taste. However, I thought I would describe how I cooked it and what I thought it tasted like and see if there is any advice. Not that any of you are opinionated or have preferences or anything. Ha!
I thawed the roast and let it sit for a day or two. I could probably let it age a bit longer though. I then took it out, created a 'covered roaster' out of tin foil. I sliced an onion in half, then cut coins off the middle sections. I set the roast on these thin coins and I did cut 4 slices in the top of the roast for the butter. Then I added two slats of butter to the top of the roast. I did not add salt, this was recommended against. I put the two larger onion parts on top of the roast. I rolled the 'roaster' shut and baked for about an hour on 300 F, then another hour on 350 F (my oven is cool or leaks heat I think, that is why the extra time).
To be honest, the first slice I neither liked or disliked. It reminded me of liver, though nowhere near as strong or even that irony tasting. I ate one of the onion halves with it. It is quite a dense meat, so it sat solid in my stomach for some time. I did notice a flavor that is quite unique. After 4 hours had passed, I decided to eat more of the roast so I heated it in the oven for a half an hour at 350 F. I cut another slice off, and took a wedge of onion and one of the coins. But this time I poured some of the juice mixed with the butter over the meat. That was wonderful. I am not sure if the extra cooking (could not have cooked much though) or more likely the 'pan sauce' was what did it. But even when I ran out of 'pan sauce' or simply had a bite without it the meat tasted better the second time. I went back for seconds.
It is a very different meat compared to lamb, beef, pork, or chicken. It does have a flavor unique to my tastes. The deer I have eaten before has not tasted this good, though I am not sure how well it was prepared in the field or in the kitchen. One trick I believe that works wonders is removing ALL of the fat. I may try it with other fats, in time. I may try to marinade it with wine as well, marinading it with vinegar does not seem wise. The meat is already a bit tacky and dry, and my experiments with vinegar and meat seem to increase that.
I have a little bit left to heat up and eat tomorrow. I am curious about what I might sense at that time. I now have elk thawing. I will probably let that thaw and then set for several days, three most likely, make that four since I will be having supper as a guest Sunday. My guess is that any new meat will take some familiarization. It will be good to be trying elk meat before I go hunt 500 pounds of it though. *grins*
Good night already.
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I will not take credit for this. The hunter who took it butchered it professionally. I do believe I have it that he does his own work. That and hunting deer in the mountains leads to a good taste. However, I thought I would describe how I cooked it and what I thought it tasted like and see if there is any advice. Not that any of you are opinionated or have preferences or anything. Ha!
I thawed the roast and let it sit for a day or two. I could probably let it age a bit longer though. I then took it out, created a 'covered roaster' out of tin foil. I sliced an onion in half, then cut coins off the middle sections. I set the roast on these thin coins and I did cut 4 slices in the top of the roast for the butter. Then I added two slats of butter to the top of the roast. I did not add salt, this was recommended against. I put the two larger onion parts on top of the roast. I rolled the 'roaster' shut and baked for about an hour on 300 F, then another hour on 350 F (my oven is cool or leaks heat I think, that is why the extra time).
To be honest, the first slice I neither liked or disliked. It reminded me of liver, though nowhere near as strong or even that irony tasting. I ate one of the onion halves with it. It is quite a dense meat, so it sat solid in my stomach for some time. I did notice a flavor that is quite unique. After 4 hours had passed, I decided to eat more of the roast so I heated it in the oven for a half an hour at 350 F. I cut another slice off, and took a wedge of onion and one of the coins. But this time I poured some of the juice mixed with the butter over the meat. That was wonderful. I am not sure if the extra cooking (could not have cooked much though) or more likely the 'pan sauce' was what did it. But even when I ran out of 'pan sauce' or simply had a bite without it the meat tasted better the second time. I went back for seconds.
It is a very different meat compared to lamb, beef, pork, or chicken. It does have a flavor unique to my tastes. The deer I have eaten before has not tasted this good, though I am not sure how well it was prepared in the field or in the kitchen. One trick I believe that works wonders is removing ALL of the fat. I may try it with other fats, in time. I may try to marinade it with wine as well, marinading it with vinegar does not seem wise. The meat is already a bit tacky and dry, and my experiments with vinegar and meat seem to increase that.
I have a little bit left to heat up and eat tomorrow. I am curious about what I might sense at that time. I now have elk thawing. I will probably let that thaw and then set for several days, three most likely, make that four since I will be having supper as a guest Sunday. My guess is that any new meat will take some familiarization. It will be good to be trying elk meat before I go hunt 500 pounds of it though. *grins*
Good night already.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Where my thoughts roam.
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Through here I either drive with a trailer or skip altogether directly riding into and then over the mountains directly.
Once past this, I enter the other side of the next picture or I simply ride directly into the next picture.
This is what I hope to be riding. I can actually afford him. His name is Warlock, he is not a gelding nor would I choose one if I could. He is handsome and fits my character from what I have read. Although, he is said to have a sense of humor which I will have to fix right away. I am not sure he is the right breed, though a smart horse can learn and some breed consideration is based on small men or, really, normal men.
And this or the next is what I will be taking with me in a saddle scabbard.
Some of the houses I have been looking at have both out buildings for horses and feed, land enough for them, and some even have pasture land attached or available. Of course, these houses are closer to town than what I would prefer, but decent houses out in the woods are more for the dainty of taste, delicate of design, so not exactly in my category. Things have certainly changed, or have they?
It is all possible. I realize these things could become real. I am not sure how to face that, oddly. It could happen. With little to do in the last few days, my mind, fingers, and eyes have been roaming the roads of dreams. It really is possible!
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Through here I either drive with a trailer or skip altogether directly riding into and then over the mountains directly.
Once past this, I enter the other side of the next picture or I simply ride directly into the next picture.
This is what I hope to be riding. I can actually afford him. His name is Warlock, he is not a gelding nor would I choose one if I could. He is handsome and fits my character from what I have read. Although, he is said to have a sense of humor which I will have to fix right away. I am not sure he is the right breed, though a smart horse can learn and some breed consideration is based on small men or, really, normal men.
And this or the next is what I will be taking with me in a saddle scabbard.
Some of the houses I have been looking at have both out buildings for horses and feed, land enough for them, and some even have pasture land attached or available. Of course, these houses are closer to town than what I would prefer, but decent houses out in the woods are more for the dainty of taste, delicate of design, so not exactly in my category. Things have certainly changed, or have they?
It is all possible. I realize these things could become real. I am not sure how to face that, oddly. It could happen. With little to do in the last few days, my mind, fingers, and eyes have been roaming the roads of dreams. It really is possible!
Dark days of yore.
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I was going through my lists of blogs. Yes, I do try to read each daily. Sometimes I cannot quite take something in. If I like it I will come back to it, if I do not care for it the post will be lost. Sometimes I comment. Sometimes I really want to comment but I cannot seem to write what I mean to say or what I mean to say does not fit in the context. Some of you will get comment however it comes out, as I know you are generally forgiving or can read through my literary faults. This time, however, I wanted to comment and could not, so I decided to drag the thing here and work on it without looking too foolish there, or self serving, or... something. I am not the best at embedding, but here is the start of her post, which you can click to read. The major part is the list she offers later in the post.
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What I wanted to write was that the post fits my old self quite well. It also fit most of the men I knew. Not that I or they were artistic or epic, merely that without God, that is man. Perhaps without a sincere love, as well. It is what men, of any learning and talent and ability, are when they lack some significant features of personal quality, restraint, and fulfillment. I know this man, and through him Polanski, if I had more restraint or simply fewer availabilities(?). It is difficult to know at this point.
I do know things have changed for me. I do know that I could not go back to that life. I also know that my previous life was more celebrated than my current life by the world at large. In spite of the many denials of glory given, the bandit, rogue, or black sheep is directly or secretly praised and given accolades over and above a good man. Success, even in dark matters, brings all but the truest people to cheer. For that alone the life is tempting.
What I see to some degree, if not a main point, is the fact that such a life is hollow, empty, dead. It is a false road to love. A road that can never lead to what is being sought, no matter how many conquests are won, no matter how much glory is stacked onto a reputation, no matter how far or long it goes. And, it often leads to ruin. If prison is not the end as often it should be, then hell is the place, and perhaps both.
I am pleased to note the change though I will always bear the scars. Only another can ever make me clean again, and He has done so. I suppose as women share shame for wanton sisters, so I share shame for some so-called menfolk. I suppose, too, in part, that is why I come down so hard on such. In part as a punishment for my share, in part as simple justice, and in part in the hopes that seeing beyond a doubt that what he did was wrong might afford him a change before there is no chance of salvation.
No, I never raped. Nor, in fact, did I seduce underage women if the thought was there. Then again, I am sure I could have availed myself of such if I had chosen. Having been sexual active since I was 5 or so, though, and having no real sexual morality teaching or examples, the world was quite open in most other regards. It is good, now, to see clearly right from wrong and to have then chosen. Especially in a world that glorifies those who live blindly, or seems to do so. It was the list that hurt the most.
Have a great day!
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I was going through my lists of blogs. Yes, I do try to read each daily. Sometimes I cannot quite take something in. If I like it I will come back to it, if I do not care for it the post will be lost. Sometimes I comment. Sometimes I really want to comment but I cannot seem to write what I mean to say or what I mean to say does not fit in the context. Some of you will get comment however it comes out, as I know you are generally forgiving or can read through my literary faults. This time, however, I wanted to comment and could not, so I decided to drag the thing here and work on it without looking too foolish there, or self serving, or... something. I am not the best at embedding, but here is the start of her post, which you can click to read. The major part is the list she offers later in the post.
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Studying the Polanski brouhaha, and most especially reading the columns and comments of his defenders and champions, puts me in mind of certain Romantic heroes and artists of old. I refer to the poet whose exploits—sexual and otherwise—were famous in their day for violating taboos in the name of what you might call poetic license: Lord Byron.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------What I wanted to write was that the post fits my old self quite well. It also fit most of the men I knew. Not that I or they were artistic or epic, merely that without God, that is man. Perhaps without a sincere love, as well. It is what men, of any learning and talent and ability, are when they lack some significant features of personal quality, restraint, and fulfillment. I know this man, and through him Polanski, if I had more restraint or simply fewer availabilities(?). It is difficult to know at this point.
I do know things have changed for me. I do know that I could not go back to that life. I also know that my previous life was more celebrated than my current life by the world at large. In spite of the many denials of glory given, the bandit, rogue, or black sheep is directly or secretly praised and given accolades over and above a good man. Success, even in dark matters, brings all but the truest people to cheer. For that alone the life is tempting.
What I see to some degree, if not a main point, is the fact that such a life is hollow, empty, dead. It is a false road to love. A road that can never lead to what is being sought, no matter how many conquests are won, no matter how much glory is stacked onto a reputation, no matter how far or long it goes. And, it often leads to ruin. If prison is not the end as often it should be, then hell is the place, and perhaps both.
I am pleased to note the change though I will always bear the scars. Only another can ever make me clean again, and He has done so. I suppose as women share shame for wanton sisters, so I share shame for some so-called menfolk. I suppose, too, in part, that is why I come down so hard on such. In part as a punishment for my share, in part as simple justice, and in part in the hopes that seeing beyond a doubt that what he did was wrong might afford him a change before there is no chance of salvation.
No, I never raped. Nor, in fact, did I seduce underage women if the thought was there. Then again, I am sure I could have availed myself of such if I had chosen. Having been sexual active since I was 5 or so, though, and having no real sexual morality teaching or examples, the world was quite open in most other regards. It is good, now, to see clearly right from wrong and to have then chosen. Especially in a world that glorifies those who live blindly, or seems to do so. It was the list that hurt the most.
Have a great day!
Dinner on Sunday.
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I have been invited to dinner with the people for whom I will be house sitting. There will be two other local women there as well. I have just started my winter beard, and I will go with it rather than to shave and have to start all over with it. I am not sure if these women will be contacts and actors for my guests in their absence or not yet. I have offered to bring my soda siphons to provide a little something to the dinner, though I have left that up to them. I may also bring a bouquet of flowers as well. I am never quite sure what is appropriate. I thought about wine, but that is such a mixed bag, it is difficult to know which is good, and this is country where alcohol may well be eschewed. So, soda water and flowers as a house gift is probably the best plan.
I will also need to ensure I have my shoes polished, a shirt properly prepared, and at least corduroys to wear. It is not, per se, a formal dinner. But being a Sunday dinner I believe it is slightly more formal. All these social things usually confuse me. I am often wrong and usually off balance, but I keep my composure well enough that it may not be too noticeable. And, I enjoy company so well that it is worth the effort. I have heard that a free meal is as good as it gets, but since I can cook better than what most restaurants offer and can afford to eat out when and where I like as well, that is not my case. No, it is the company. And yet, food is not to be given light treatment, and being offered company in the breaking of bread, that is the better part.
My main job is to not put a foot in my mouth, and should I do that, not to then continue with the other foot. I do have talents, two footed speaking is among my best. I usually do not even mind that, to be honest. Though I prefer to do that only when I am better known. Of course, sometimes that is how I become better known. Ah well. Anyone who reads here must know this by now.
It should be fun. I might meet someone of interest. And I will get out of the apartment for a bit. And, I could always learn something of interest. In any case, the host and hostess seem to be rather on the ball. They are definitely pleasant to speak with. They are rather distant in some ways too. I may explore that. Life is more intriguing than some understand or seem to notice. And many assume I do not see this or have curiosity about it, let alone the delicate means of discovering what I am curious about. How can an ogre possibly peel an boiled egg, I have heard it mumbled. Simply, I suggest, with a hammer! *grins* Let them think what they may, I know you really use a mallet. *laughs*
It certainly has cooled down. It was 64 F as a high today and it is 33 F now. Finally, weather I can enjoy. The outlook indicates this will be the highest temperature for the next week or more, with lows dipping into the 20's. The one downside is that it will be cloudy or partly cloudy as well, for that same time. Just when the sun would be good it will be going into hiding. Ah well. At least I can wear a jacket now. It is not really needed but they add something to my otherwise simple fashion of jeans and polo shirts. The mountains are quite beautiful with snow on them again. My first winter here should be interesting.
Tomorrow I will begin straightening out my storage compartment and perhaps take some things with me while I am at it. My vehicle is only rated to 900 pounds interior capacity. That is me and 400 pounds of weights, with enough extra capacity so that I do not push the limit. The four 100's first then. After that math may be needed. Plus, they are small enough that even if I do not do a great job straightening at first, I can still fit them in. Paying rent and whatever else might be good too. Oh, I already paid the ISP. So that only leaves rent, utilities, and my other rent. I am doing quite well, having spent very little last month though with some big bills that I will not have this month, such as tags and the initial ISP bill. It is good to finally be getting back into flexible financial shape, excellent shape actually. A few more months of stowing it away and I will be in excellent shape to comfortable begin looking for a house. I hate looking without having something significant for whatever fees, costs, or such might be required, or simply wise.
Good night.
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I have been invited to dinner with the people for whom I will be house sitting. There will be two other local women there as well. I have just started my winter beard, and I will go with it rather than to shave and have to start all over with it. I am not sure if these women will be contacts and actors for my guests in their absence or not yet. I have offered to bring my soda siphons to provide a little something to the dinner, though I have left that up to them. I may also bring a bouquet of flowers as well. I am never quite sure what is appropriate. I thought about wine, but that is such a mixed bag, it is difficult to know which is good, and this is country where alcohol may well be eschewed. So, soda water and flowers as a house gift is probably the best plan.
I will also need to ensure I have my shoes polished, a shirt properly prepared, and at least corduroys to wear. It is not, per se, a formal dinner. But being a Sunday dinner I believe it is slightly more formal. All these social things usually confuse me. I am often wrong and usually off balance, but I keep my composure well enough that it may not be too noticeable. And, I enjoy company so well that it is worth the effort. I have heard that a free meal is as good as it gets, but since I can cook better than what most restaurants offer and can afford to eat out when and where I like as well, that is not my case. No, it is the company. And yet, food is not to be given light treatment, and being offered company in the breaking of bread, that is the better part.
My main job is to not put a foot in my mouth, and should I do that, not to then continue with the other foot. I do have talents, two footed speaking is among my best. I usually do not even mind that, to be honest. Though I prefer to do that only when I am better known. Of course, sometimes that is how I become better known. Ah well. Anyone who reads here must know this by now.
It should be fun. I might meet someone of interest. And I will get out of the apartment for a bit. And, I could always learn something of interest. In any case, the host and hostess seem to be rather on the ball. They are definitely pleasant to speak with. They are rather distant in some ways too. I may explore that. Life is more intriguing than some understand or seem to notice. And many assume I do not see this or have curiosity about it, let alone the delicate means of discovering what I am curious about. How can an ogre possibly peel an boiled egg, I have heard it mumbled. Simply, I suggest, with a hammer! *grins* Let them think what they may, I know you really use a mallet. *laughs*
It certainly has cooled down. It was 64 F as a high today and it is 33 F now. Finally, weather I can enjoy. The outlook indicates this will be the highest temperature for the next week or more, with lows dipping into the 20's. The one downside is that it will be cloudy or partly cloudy as well, for that same time. Just when the sun would be good it will be going into hiding. Ah well. At least I can wear a jacket now. It is not really needed but they add something to my otherwise simple fashion of jeans and polo shirts. The mountains are quite beautiful with snow on them again. My first winter here should be interesting.
Tomorrow I will begin straightening out my storage compartment and perhaps take some things with me while I am at it. My vehicle is only rated to 900 pounds interior capacity. That is me and 400 pounds of weights, with enough extra capacity so that I do not push the limit. The four 100's first then. After that math may be needed. Plus, they are small enough that even if I do not do a great job straightening at first, I can still fit them in. Paying rent and whatever else might be good too. Oh, I already paid the ISP. So that only leaves rent, utilities, and my other rent. I am doing quite well, having spent very little last month though with some big bills that I will not have this month, such as tags and the initial ISP bill. It is good to finally be getting back into flexible financial shape, excellent shape actually. A few more months of stowing it away and I will be in excellent shape to comfortable begin looking for a house. I hate looking without having something significant for whatever fees, costs, or such might be required, or simply wise.
Good night.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
When it all falls down.
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And it will fall. There is no option at this point but for the world we know to be no more. How devastating will the fall be? How many stages will the collapse take before landing in the lowest sub-basement? How quickly will it happen? Those are questions nobody can answer. Nobody has seen any such thing in all of human history. Wars, even catastrophic wars were most of the losing side was killed, sold into slavery, or driven out. We have seen that. Droughts, earthquakes, volcanoes, and all the like we have seen as well. Famine, disease, and death we have seen wipe out rich and poor, modern and third world nations. But we have never seen a global collapse of the financial systems that we are seeing today. Money has never become useless worldwide.
Europe was on a fairly quick decline, so this is merely a final nail, rendering it either to become muslim, serf, or both. South America, regardless, is a narcotics industry and so will be devastated. Africa will starve. But America, what will happen to her? I think that depends on both what the people and the government do in the near future. If our current government gets what it wants, we will join Europe. If honest citizens who understand citizenship and the difference between that and serfdom get our way, we will survive, and begin to thrive again in time, and probably a short time.
The option is not to crash and burn or to avert disaster. Americans chose disaster as if they thought it was a great idea. How many did it out of ignorance, how many are simply nihilistic, and how many are apathetic, I suppose we will never know though thirds in those would be a safe bet. Those who voted for it directly were bad enough, those who voted to Republicanize it were worse. I am definitely happy we did not make the Republican party officially Democrat, but that we came so close says it all. And that party may very well be unrecoverable at this point anyway.
I do not think anything will be fixed easily. And in the ensuing struggle, people will by necessity lose. I am guessing direct and real attrition will be a strong part of that. Either people will lose their rights or government bureaucrats will lose their power. Either good or corrupt forms of civil control will be engaged, or we the people or nihilists will win the day. Heads, to be sure, will have to be cracked, rolled, and sported on pikes. I cannot see any other way for this thing to go down. How much this pours into the streets directly, and how much of it is behind the doors and out of sight none of us will ever know. It will takes years, perhaps decades, to know who won possibly. Draconian measures will be put in place, soon or late, and then either survived or not. I suppose how we will know if the people won or not is if those measures are revoked quickly or never.
The good news is... deer meat thaws quickly. But I will not cook it tonight. I will make it tomorrow for lunch. I sure wish I could go hunting. Next year, maybe, or the year after. I found a site with some very good information on elk hunting. The author rides out, on horseback, and hunts that way. I finally concentrated and sent an email asking about some particulars, to including information about horses, their associated costs, what breeds might be best, whether he also takes in a pack animal, and maybe one or two other questions. Plus a thanks for taking the time to write some top notch advice. Even as a greenhorn, I have an idea when I am getting good dope and when I am simply getting dope.
I do not know if I will be ready for that sort of hunting by next year, but who knows. I might meet someone who does just such who would accept company and has a spare horse or would rent one. Life comes at you fast. And, quite often *heads up!* you get what you ask for quicker than you might think. I am looking over several rifles, several calibers, and other needs. Being the owner of reloading equipment makes some of the rarer, more expensive rounds, much easier to justify, if they work well. And, having the time to hone in my shooting and reloading loads just adds blessings to beneficence.
Aside from giving me something to do while the world burns, since I do not fiddle, it actually gives me a step up on most. Though it might seem this is putting my head well into the sand, it is actually just the opposite. I am attempting to live as if this had already happened, or at least as if we had already hit bottom. This is one of the ways to live. Only, hopefully, I will be well kitted out well before I need to be. Only time, for sure, will tell. Ha! And you thought I changed the subject.
Sleep well!
*fiddling*
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And it will fall. There is no option at this point but for the world we know to be no more. How devastating will the fall be? How many stages will the collapse take before landing in the lowest sub-basement? How quickly will it happen? Those are questions nobody can answer. Nobody has seen any such thing in all of human history. Wars, even catastrophic wars were most of the losing side was killed, sold into slavery, or driven out. We have seen that. Droughts, earthquakes, volcanoes, and all the like we have seen as well. Famine, disease, and death we have seen wipe out rich and poor, modern and third world nations. But we have never seen a global collapse of the financial systems that we are seeing today. Money has never become useless worldwide.
Europe was on a fairly quick decline, so this is merely a final nail, rendering it either to become muslim, serf, or both. South America, regardless, is a narcotics industry and so will be devastated. Africa will starve. But America, what will happen to her? I think that depends on both what the people and the government do in the near future. If our current government gets what it wants, we will join Europe. If honest citizens who understand citizenship and the difference between that and serfdom get our way, we will survive, and begin to thrive again in time, and probably a short time.
The option is not to crash and burn or to avert disaster. Americans chose disaster as if they thought it was a great idea. How many did it out of ignorance, how many are simply nihilistic, and how many are apathetic, I suppose we will never know though thirds in those would be a safe bet. Those who voted for it directly were bad enough, those who voted to Republicanize it were worse. I am definitely happy we did not make the Republican party officially Democrat, but that we came so close says it all. And that party may very well be unrecoverable at this point anyway.
I do not think anything will be fixed easily. And in the ensuing struggle, people will by necessity lose. I am guessing direct and real attrition will be a strong part of that. Either people will lose their rights or government bureaucrats will lose their power. Either good or corrupt forms of civil control will be engaged, or we the people or nihilists will win the day. Heads, to be sure, will have to be cracked, rolled, and sported on pikes. I cannot see any other way for this thing to go down. How much this pours into the streets directly, and how much of it is behind the doors and out of sight none of us will ever know. It will takes years, perhaps decades, to know who won possibly. Draconian measures will be put in place, soon or late, and then either survived or not. I suppose how we will know if the people won or not is if those measures are revoked quickly or never.
The good news is... deer meat thaws quickly. But I will not cook it tonight. I will make it tomorrow for lunch. I sure wish I could go hunting. Next year, maybe, or the year after. I found a site with some very good information on elk hunting. The author rides out, on horseback, and hunts that way. I finally concentrated and sent an email asking about some particulars, to including information about horses, their associated costs, what breeds might be best, whether he also takes in a pack animal, and maybe one or two other questions. Plus a thanks for taking the time to write some top notch advice. Even as a greenhorn, I have an idea when I am getting good dope and when I am simply getting dope.
I do not know if I will be ready for that sort of hunting by next year, but who knows. I might meet someone who does just such who would accept company and has a spare horse or would rent one. Life comes at you fast. And, quite often *heads up!* you get what you ask for quicker than you might think. I am looking over several rifles, several calibers, and other needs. Being the owner of reloading equipment makes some of the rarer, more expensive rounds, much easier to justify, if they work well. And, having the time to hone in my shooting and reloading loads just adds blessings to beneficence.
Aside from giving me something to do while the world burns, since I do not fiddle, it actually gives me a step up on most. Though it might seem this is putting my head well into the sand, it is actually just the opposite. I am attempting to live as if this had already happened, or at least as if we had already hit bottom. This is one of the ways to live. Only, hopefully, I will be well kitted out well before I need to be. Only time, for sure, will tell. Ha! And you thought I changed the subject.
Sleep well!
*fiddling*
He is moved.
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It was good to finish moving my neighbor this afternoon. I know it will be difficult for him and his sister to live together. They are very different people. She has a family and a routine that she had probably hoped to have become simpler, not more complicated. And, he can be a bit grumpy and fussy at times. Even if that is what family is about, in these times it seems to be more of a phenomena than a typical type of event. I will keep them in my prayers, to be certain!
While I was there, we happened upon the topic of hunting. I suggested that I was more interested in the meat than, say, trophies. Oh yeah? his sister intoned? Well, how about... opening the freezer... taking some of this? Deer and elk meat in plenty, and well butchered by the looks of it. Are you sure? Yes, I have all this and hunting season is once again upon us. You do not like game, do you? No. Very well, for your sake... So, she got a bag, loaded up four roasts, and would have given me more but I indicated that I will be moving soon and that I have little space. Come back if you want more was her response. And, I probably will. I am currently thawing an elk roast.
Many of my tasks have now been completed. All I have coming up is registering for college (or simply turning in the one online, if there are some difficulties with it), emptying as much as I can from this apartment to my storage in preparation for my move, moving mid-month (and getting rid of this apartment, which I think will not be a problem), figuring out what to do about the hunter safety course that I missed, and looking for a house to move into this spring. Things I will now be able to do include hiking and more target practice. Oh, and perhaps a bit more fishing! Perhaps with the cold weather, there will be fewer fishermen. I will get started on some of this tomorrow, as early as I can wake up.
Life seems almost too easy now. I finished reading the bible and am making my way back through the New Testament, while looking for just the right study guides. I know what they are, roughly, but viewing them online is a bit nerve wracking. Covers change, titles can change a bit too, so I am looking for a local shop which might be a bit better since I would have someone to talk with about these things. I also lost track of studying. I should get back on that, but with the move coming up, I probably will not do so until that is done.
Have a great day!
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It was good to finish moving my neighbor this afternoon. I know it will be difficult for him and his sister to live together. They are very different people. She has a family and a routine that she had probably hoped to have become simpler, not more complicated. And, he can be a bit grumpy and fussy at times. Even if that is what family is about, in these times it seems to be more of a phenomena than a typical type of event. I will keep them in my prayers, to be certain!
While I was there, we happened upon the topic of hunting. I suggested that I was more interested in the meat than, say, trophies. Oh yeah? his sister intoned? Well, how about... opening the freezer... taking some of this? Deer and elk meat in plenty, and well butchered by the looks of it. Are you sure? Yes, I have all this and hunting season is once again upon us. You do not like game, do you? No. Very well, for your sake... So, she got a bag, loaded up four roasts, and would have given me more but I indicated that I will be moving soon and that I have little space. Come back if you want more was her response. And, I probably will. I am currently thawing an elk roast.
Many of my tasks have now been completed. All I have coming up is registering for college (or simply turning in the one online, if there are some difficulties with it), emptying as much as I can from this apartment to my storage in preparation for my move, moving mid-month (and getting rid of this apartment, which I think will not be a problem), figuring out what to do about the hunter safety course that I missed, and looking for a house to move into this spring. Things I will now be able to do include hiking and more target practice. Oh, and perhaps a bit more fishing! Perhaps with the cold weather, there will be fewer fishermen. I will get started on some of this tomorrow, as early as I can wake up.
Life seems almost too easy now. I finished reading the bible and am making my way back through the New Testament, while looking for just the right study guides. I know what they are, roughly, but viewing them online is a bit nerve wracking. Covers change, titles can change a bit too, so I am looking for a local shop which might be a bit better since I would have someone to talk with about these things. I also lost track of studying. I should get back on that, but with the move coming up, I probably will not do so until that is done.
Have a great day!
Blogging seems to be back in session.
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I am not sure what is going on, but it looks like bloggers have decided to get busy. Jean, D.C., Stacey, K9, and tons of others are doing; writing, advising, and whistling in the dark. It is a beautiful thing. Like a geyser, or striking oil, or rain after a long hot dry one, it makes the world a little better. And I do not even agree with all, and have stated so in a number of places. I doubt if I will be banned, but who knows. Sometimes I have no choice and those dice get rolled... "Seven, babies!" knowing snake eyes are possible.
I did have people stop in to look over the place tonight. A young couple looked around. I could not read them at all so I simply have no idea if they will take over. Of course, in looking for an apartment for my neighbor, I notice that places go fast at all times of the month. I thought with school (college if you are fussy) being in session, there would be little call for apartments so that they would be easy to find. Nope, not only are apartments rare, they disappear in a few days. I am a little relieved about that, if too it would be better to have something in writing.
I still have not received my medicine. At this point, I am not going to call and ask for it. It has been 3 or 4 weeks since my appointment. I must assume they never sent it. And, being free from the effects, I am not going to go back on it. I gave them a chance and they seem to have been joking with me. I may have wrote this earlier, but I am going over it in my mind. I simply cannot understand why they would have done this. It is so unprofessional yet typical there, especially regarding primary care. The only thing I want to make sure I get is dental and vision, I have one. I may call the dental clinic to see if calling helps get that started. I have no idea what my primary did, what she tried to do, or any such. And I am not sure I would believe her, at this point, if she told me. Right or wrong, I simply will not be fiddled with and I seem to have no real recourse. They seem to take me as seriously as I now take them.
Tomorrow will be the last of the move for my neighbor. Then I need to begin my own preparations. I need to get stuff out of here and back to storage. Some of this stuff is bulky, so I will need to work in the storage area a bit to make room. I really just want to be taking fairly minimal clothing though with my winter clothes for getting outdoors if I want or need, grooming supplies, and cleaning goods. There is little else I need or want to take. And, as a house sitter I will probably just find one or two areas to use while keeping the rest of the place touched up and unused. Depending on weather, one of those places can be outside on a nice deck area. Minimal use, minimal requirements, and ease of life. That is my goal there.
I may need to begin the process of buying a house going. I had that worked up when I last looked at housing, but I think I will have to do it again. Whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, everyone involved with housing is very happy to push people into any house, loan, or such as they can. They do not care if it is too much house, to big a bill, or has anything to do with sanity. SELL, SELL, SELL, IT'S ALL FOR SALE! So, I will really have to watch out for myself. You will find the complaints department somewhere you cannot go, open when you cannot be there, and there is no phone number. If you buy a lemon, you best be prepared to live on lemon juice. A brutal world just turned murderous. I think D.C. and some others have it right, finding a buyer's agent for the process, up front, will save me a a lot of hassle. Though too, trusting not even him and getting inspectors who are liable for missing things while doing their job (everything is expensive) will help. But just how far to take the distrust is anybodies guess. Perhaps I ought to just stay in bed. Ha!
Well, I best eat and get to bed. I am not sure what time we will finish moving my neighbor but I will set my alarm for 9:30 or so. Wowsa... lots done that I was not sure would be done, a few successes, the hollow feeling is almost gone though I am still a bit numb, and I am getting excited for no particular or good reason. Maybe it is all the decisions and paths and some finality that is allowing me, finally, to move on and begin living. I think (I know) I was holding my breath about the medicines. I just cannot and will not do that any more since they seem to be insincere. Now, to get back to life!
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I am not sure what is going on, but it looks like bloggers have decided to get busy. Jean, D.C., Stacey, K9, and tons of others are doing; writing, advising, and whistling in the dark. It is a beautiful thing. Like a geyser, or striking oil, or rain after a long hot dry one, it makes the world a little better. And I do not even agree with all, and have stated so in a number of places. I doubt if I will be banned, but who knows. Sometimes I have no choice and those dice get rolled... "Seven, babies!" knowing snake eyes are possible.
I did have people stop in to look over the place tonight. A young couple looked around. I could not read them at all so I simply have no idea if they will take over. Of course, in looking for an apartment for my neighbor, I notice that places go fast at all times of the month. I thought with school (college if you are fussy) being in session, there would be little call for apartments so that they would be easy to find. Nope, not only are apartments rare, they disappear in a few days. I am a little relieved about that, if too it would be better to have something in writing.
I still have not received my medicine. At this point, I am not going to call and ask for it. It has been 3 or 4 weeks since my appointment. I must assume they never sent it. And, being free from the effects, I am not going to go back on it. I gave them a chance and they seem to have been joking with me. I may have wrote this earlier, but I am going over it in my mind. I simply cannot understand why they would have done this. It is so unprofessional yet typical there, especially regarding primary care. The only thing I want to make sure I get is dental and vision, I have one. I may call the dental clinic to see if calling helps get that started. I have no idea what my primary did, what she tried to do, or any such. And I am not sure I would believe her, at this point, if she told me. Right or wrong, I simply will not be fiddled with and I seem to have no real recourse. They seem to take me as seriously as I now take them.
Tomorrow will be the last of the move for my neighbor. Then I need to begin my own preparations. I need to get stuff out of here and back to storage. Some of this stuff is bulky, so I will need to work in the storage area a bit to make room. I really just want to be taking fairly minimal clothing though with my winter clothes for getting outdoors if I want or need, grooming supplies, and cleaning goods. There is little else I need or want to take. And, as a house sitter I will probably just find one or two areas to use while keeping the rest of the place touched up and unused. Depending on weather, one of those places can be outside on a nice deck area. Minimal use, minimal requirements, and ease of life. That is my goal there.
I may need to begin the process of buying a house going. I had that worked up when I last looked at housing, but I think I will have to do it again. Whether it is good or bad, right or wrong, everyone involved with housing is very happy to push people into any house, loan, or such as they can. They do not care if it is too much house, to big a bill, or has anything to do with sanity. SELL, SELL, SELL, IT'S ALL FOR SALE! So, I will really have to watch out for myself. You will find the complaints department somewhere you cannot go, open when you cannot be there, and there is no phone number. If you buy a lemon, you best be prepared to live on lemon juice. A brutal world just turned murderous. I think D.C. and some others have it right, finding a buyer's agent for the process, up front, will save me a a lot of hassle. Though too, trusting not even him and getting inspectors who are liable for missing things while doing their job (everything is expensive) will help. But just how far to take the distrust is anybodies guess. Perhaps I ought to just stay in bed. Ha!
Well, I best eat and get to bed. I am not sure what time we will finish moving my neighbor but I will set my alarm for 9:30 or so. Wowsa... lots done that I was not sure would be done, a few successes, the hollow feeling is almost gone though I am still a bit numb, and I am getting excited for no particular or good reason. Maybe it is all the decisions and paths and some finality that is allowing me, finally, to move on and begin living. I think (I know) I was holding my breath about the medicines. I just cannot and will not do that any more since they seem to be insincere. Now, to get back to life!
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Jobs completed.
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We were able to move all the boxes and furniture from my neighbors apartment to his sister's place. That was a very easy task, as it ends up. He has a smattering of things left for tomorrow and will be staying at his apartment tonight. He kept his television and cable box, some clothes, and of course his bedding. The rest is neatly stowed and safely stored. Once that was completed, I made a phone call to the Iowa DMV and they faxed my registration to the local DMV and I finally had the right paperwork, and all of it save for the fax, in hand when I returned. I now have my Utah plates. After that I had to drive my neighbor to his sister's house. He forgot his cigarettes in one of the boxes. On the way home, we decided to eat out. We went to the Golden Coral. And, actually, it was excellent.
I had never really tried their roast beef. It looked a bit like institutional stuff, like at schools or hospitals. If it was, then my tastes have changed. It was quite good. Along with mashed potatoes and gravy, asparagus, green beans, and a second helping, I was able to really stow it away. I have eaten little in the last few days. It finally caught up with me. I even went for desert, something I rarely do. Though I enjoyed several small items rather than one big item. The bread pudding was rather good too, and it is something I usually do not care to eat.
I thought I would write about Pandorum. I thought the movie was decent, if not what I had really hoped it would be. I was hoping to either be spooked often and strongly or to have a really good storyline and just maybe both. It was entertaining without being terribly political (at all as far as the story goes and only some inclusive p.c. if less mainstream inclusive than Surrogates). If I had a girlfriend who would not go to truly good spook or action movies, I could take her to this one without worries of bladder or emesis issues. I enjoyed the acting, some of the scenes if not terrifying at least pulled you into the scene well, and the storyline had some minor things to it. There is one or two major surprises (if they are strongly suggested before they happen). If you simply want a few hours of distraction from today, go watch it. If you want to see Alien, buy the CD, DVD, Blue Ray (whatever! arghhhh! too... many... choices...).
If nothing else, I watched two movies with out too much filthy politics embedded or as the major themes. Hollywood (almost) got two movies to nearly tolerable levels of toxicity where I could be entertained. And, yes, until a movie is over any more, I nearly sit on the edge of my seat (figuratively) waiting for the hammer (and sickle, high heel shoe (feminism), racism (reverse), or other such) to fall. It does make going to anything they offer a bit (a lot) less attractive. I honestly wish I knew a source who would review movies based on adult themes (horror, sex issues, whatever) who based their decision on Christian ethics, guy reflexes (no gay stuff), values of excitement (action, justice, truth), and who was conservative as well. I see Christian screeners, but they often say ANY love is bad or ANY killing is bad (poor Christians), or political screeners who think Christianity is bad or do not screen well enough, etc. I hate spending money on a movie I end up leaving without finishing (a number of them in the last five years, and there would have been more if I had not been with someone else). It is a waste of money, time, energy, and gives the false impression they had one more viewer than they did.
Based on these though, there are a few upcoming movies I may go see. At least, if what I hear about them from now until they show is not too despicable (and they do not use pedophiles or known drug addicts as the "stars"). Still, it is all tentative. I would rather miss a show that is questionable in any of these ways than see 3 and have only one of them be worth my while. That is simply how my sword cuts, and I like it like that. *slash, hack, and chop* Hi-Yaaa! Well, okay, I prefer making no sound in battle, that was just an effects department personnel mishap. That person has been fired! Hi-Y... Oops.
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We were able to move all the boxes and furniture from my neighbors apartment to his sister's place. That was a very easy task, as it ends up. He has a smattering of things left for tomorrow and will be staying at his apartment tonight. He kept his television and cable box, some clothes, and of course his bedding. The rest is neatly stowed and safely stored. Once that was completed, I made a phone call to the Iowa DMV and they faxed my registration to the local DMV and I finally had the right paperwork, and all of it save for the fax, in hand when I returned. I now have my Utah plates. After that I had to drive my neighbor to his sister's house. He forgot his cigarettes in one of the boxes. On the way home, we decided to eat out. We went to the Golden Coral. And, actually, it was excellent.
I had never really tried their roast beef. It looked a bit like institutional stuff, like at schools or hospitals. If it was, then my tastes have changed. It was quite good. Along with mashed potatoes and gravy, asparagus, green beans, and a second helping, I was able to really stow it away. I have eaten little in the last few days. It finally caught up with me. I even went for desert, something I rarely do. Though I enjoyed several small items rather than one big item. The bread pudding was rather good too, and it is something I usually do not care to eat.
I thought I would write about Pandorum. I thought the movie was decent, if not what I had really hoped it would be. I was hoping to either be spooked often and strongly or to have a really good storyline and just maybe both. It was entertaining without being terribly political (at all as far as the story goes and only some inclusive p.c. if less mainstream inclusive than Surrogates). If I had a girlfriend who would not go to truly good spook or action movies, I could take her to this one without worries of bladder or emesis issues. I enjoyed the acting, some of the scenes if not terrifying at least pulled you into the scene well, and the storyline had some minor things to it. There is one or two major surprises (if they are strongly suggested before they happen). If you simply want a few hours of distraction from today, go watch it. If you want to see Alien, buy the CD, DVD, Blue Ray (whatever! arghhhh! too... many... choices...).
If nothing else, I watched two movies with out too much filthy politics embedded or as the major themes. Hollywood (almost) got two movies to nearly tolerable levels of toxicity where I could be entertained. And, yes, until a movie is over any more, I nearly sit on the edge of my seat (figuratively) waiting for the hammer (and sickle, high heel shoe (feminism), racism (reverse), or other such) to fall. It does make going to anything they offer a bit (a lot) less attractive. I honestly wish I knew a source who would review movies based on adult themes (horror, sex issues, whatever) who based their decision on Christian ethics, guy reflexes (no gay stuff), values of excitement (action, justice, truth), and who was conservative as well. I see Christian screeners, but they often say ANY love is bad or ANY killing is bad (poor Christians), or political screeners who think Christianity is bad or do not screen well enough, etc. I hate spending money on a movie I end up leaving without finishing (a number of them in the last five years, and there would have been more if I had not been with someone else). It is a waste of money, time, energy, and gives the false impression they had one more viewer than they did.
Based on these though, there are a few upcoming movies I may go see. At least, if what I hear about them from now until they show is not too despicable (and they do not use pedophiles or known drug addicts as the "stars"). Still, it is all tentative. I would rather miss a show that is questionable in any of these ways than see 3 and have only one of them be worth my while. That is simply how my sword cuts, and I like it like that. *slash, hack, and chop* Hi-Yaaa! Well, okay, I prefer making no sound in battle, that was just an effects department personnel mishap. That person has been fired! Hi-Y... Oops.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Bits and pieces.
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No sleep last night and I have been able to run all day. I got my neighbor around to six or so places and we called some other potential renters. There was only one place which indicated it had a place to rent where he actually filled out an application, the rest were gone. What adds to the difficulty is that he is a smoker. Beyond being a college town (typically anti-smoking) we are in the middle of Mormon country, it is simply the way it is. He does honestly smoke outside, but that does not matter and there is no trust of that. Beyond, sometimes that is not enough, some places have signs saying "No smoking within 25' of the building". Every place I have seen for rent has these two, usually three, groupings of two letters... ns, np, and often nd. That is, no smoking, no pets, and usually no drinking. He cannot drive because he has a DUI on his record (though technically he is beyond that, until he pays of his DUI school, gets insurance, and gets his driver's license back, he is still on probation for that... which is held up by 7 or 8 medical bills, adding to thousands, that he has to pay $25 a month toward or face receiving no medical if he needs it... yeah, a mess, but).
His sister has agreed to let him stay with her, for what she terms a few days. I am not sure how that is going to work but if he can keep quiet and stay out of trouble, he might be able to stow away some cash while there and waiting. Perhaps she is in a better position to get him an apartment as an upstanding local than I. I am having doubts about how easily he will be to place. The apartments for the disabled and needy have a year and a half waiting list and, as government properties, are strictly no smoking. He may be there a while. If he is fair about food money, and saves his money, he has a better chance at things.
I was able to speak with our landlady and suggest she give him a simple endorsement, saying that he paid regularly but that he merely needs to move because he does not fit in with having four young college students as next door neighbors, rather than giving him a very negative review for whomever might call regarding a reference. I suggested it would be better for the apartment, as this would get him out a bit more smoothly (and soon) and that it would be good for my neighbor. I did not suggest outright lying, only simplifying and abbreviating the situation. She agreed, and thanked me for the heads up. She is a busy woman, quite often doing more than one human should here, so I appreciated her giving me some time to speak.
I did get him to go with me to Surrogates, starring Bruce Willis and a bunch of talking heads. It was entertaining, if not too deep. But hey, it was action, and of course superior action considering the super human nature of machines. It also had a real human element as well. I will not call this Bruce Willis' greatest work, but it was a good one. I think I saw strong parallels to what is actually occurring. People are hooked on t.v., dug into the internet, snuggled up to electronica, and simply have no time for each other in real terms. When is the last time you were simply walking down the street (walking down the street? Oh, yeah, cars too) and met someone you had never seen before who either appreciated you for some unknown but very human reason and said "Hello, how are you?", or you did the same? Yeah, some of you maybe, but really, how many and how often?
Me too. I simply do not go outside unless I am in my vehicle. When I do go in somewhere, I like to interact if I am able. I look people in the eye. I speak to them as though I had known them for all of their lives (and pretend I did). I see the lowly quite as esteemed as the 'noteworthy', without casting aspersions on either, nor on the average Joe or Jane. I enjoy watching couples (if I would rather see fewer tattoos and piercings), but still, I enjoy young foolish ardent love. I enjoy older couples more, especially when they hold hands or smile at each other with young eyes. I know what I am missing, but I seem unable to fix it. I might as well, for most of my time, have a surrogate. At least I COULD get out more if all I would see was a fraud. Well, okay, I like it better real and rare than never.
I plan on going to the other movie soon. My neighbor is done in, so I will let him alone. His sister suggested we move him tomorrow as it is predicted to rain Wednesday. So shall it be. After this last show, I should be quite ready for bed. I may blog about it.
I did try, again, to get my tags. I did get the inspection completed, but they would not even bother with what I had. This time they gave me a more complete list and more explicit directions. Each woman I have spoken with there has indicated slightly different things. Perhaps this will be finished tomorrow, if I can get the Iowa City tags office to fax a copy of my registration to the Utah office here in Logan. It is not their fault, I just want it to be. I did actually receive my Utah driver's license today though, finally. Well, the temporary one, the regular one will arrive in the mail in... 1, 2, more(?) weeks.
I am feeling so bad for some reason. Perhaps it is what is going on with my neighbor, maybe it is all the work I seem to be doing to earn so very few fruits, it could be exhaustion, I have wondered how much dropping off medicine I had had to work so hard to get on and became sick going on and coming off it (medicine which still has not arrived). All that causes me doubts and leaves little to trust. Trust myself? You must be teasing. I am not sure what to do about the feeling except to go watch the movie tonight. Then come home and read myself down a bit if needed or simply go to sleep. And, then, tomorrow, to get up, take a shower, put my pants on one leg and a time, and step back out the door and see what is next. I am hollow. I am not sure I exist. But I will do it anyway, tonight, tomorrow, and as long as my hollowness keeps allowing me to push it around.
Bah, never worry. I am a hollow man. But I am God's hollow man, too. When I cannot, I will leave it to him to guide blind fools. I will simply trust to Him. It does not fill me out, like some atheists think it does. It does not make the pain, fear, or confusion leave me. It merely IS. I guess, I hope, that is faith.
I may blog in a bit about the next movie, or not, when I return.
Sleep well.
.
No sleep last night and I have been able to run all day. I got my neighbor around to six or so places and we called some other potential renters. There was only one place which indicated it had a place to rent where he actually filled out an application, the rest were gone. What adds to the difficulty is that he is a smoker. Beyond being a college town (typically anti-smoking) we are in the middle of Mormon country, it is simply the way it is. He does honestly smoke outside, but that does not matter and there is no trust of that. Beyond, sometimes that is not enough, some places have signs saying "No smoking within 25' of the building". Every place I have seen for rent has these two, usually three, groupings of two letters... ns, np, and often nd. That is, no smoking, no pets, and usually no drinking. He cannot drive because he has a DUI on his record (though technically he is beyond that, until he pays of his DUI school, gets insurance, and gets his driver's license back, he is still on probation for that... which is held up by 7 or 8 medical bills, adding to thousands, that he has to pay $25 a month toward or face receiving no medical if he needs it... yeah, a mess, but).
His sister has agreed to let him stay with her, for what she terms a few days. I am not sure how that is going to work but if he can keep quiet and stay out of trouble, he might be able to stow away some cash while there and waiting. Perhaps she is in a better position to get him an apartment as an upstanding local than I. I am having doubts about how easily he will be to place. The apartments for the disabled and needy have a year and a half waiting list and, as government properties, are strictly no smoking. He may be there a while. If he is fair about food money, and saves his money, he has a better chance at things.
I was able to speak with our landlady and suggest she give him a simple endorsement, saying that he paid regularly but that he merely needs to move because he does not fit in with having four young college students as next door neighbors, rather than giving him a very negative review for whomever might call regarding a reference. I suggested it would be better for the apartment, as this would get him out a bit more smoothly (and soon) and that it would be good for my neighbor. I did not suggest outright lying, only simplifying and abbreviating the situation. She agreed, and thanked me for the heads up. She is a busy woman, quite often doing more than one human should here, so I appreciated her giving me some time to speak.
I did get him to go with me to Surrogates, starring Bruce Willis and a bunch of talking heads. It was entertaining, if not too deep. But hey, it was action, and of course superior action considering the super human nature of machines. It also had a real human element as well. I will not call this Bruce Willis' greatest work, but it was a good one. I think I saw strong parallels to what is actually occurring. People are hooked on t.v., dug into the internet, snuggled up to electronica, and simply have no time for each other in real terms. When is the last time you were simply walking down the street (walking down the street? Oh, yeah, cars too) and met someone you had never seen before who either appreciated you for some unknown but very human reason and said "Hello, how are you?", or you did the same? Yeah, some of you maybe, but really, how many and how often?
Me too. I simply do not go outside unless I am in my vehicle. When I do go in somewhere, I like to interact if I am able. I look people in the eye. I speak to them as though I had known them for all of their lives (and pretend I did). I see the lowly quite as esteemed as the 'noteworthy', without casting aspersions on either, nor on the average Joe or Jane. I enjoy watching couples (if I would rather see fewer tattoos and piercings), but still, I enjoy young foolish ardent love. I enjoy older couples more, especially when they hold hands or smile at each other with young eyes. I know what I am missing, but I seem unable to fix it. I might as well, for most of my time, have a surrogate. At least I COULD get out more if all I would see was a fraud. Well, okay, I like it better real and rare than never.
I plan on going to the other movie soon. My neighbor is done in, so I will let him alone. His sister suggested we move him tomorrow as it is predicted to rain Wednesday. So shall it be. After this last show, I should be quite ready for bed. I may blog about it.
I did try, again, to get my tags. I did get the inspection completed, but they would not even bother with what I had. This time they gave me a more complete list and more explicit directions. Each woman I have spoken with there has indicated slightly different things. Perhaps this will be finished tomorrow, if I can get the Iowa City tags office to fax a copy of my registration to the Utah office here in Logan. It is not their fault, I just want it to be. I did actually receive my Utah driver's license today though, finally. Well, the temporary one, the regular one will arrive in the mail in... 1, 2, more(?) weeks.
I am feeling so bad for some reason. Perhaps it is what is going on with my neighbor, maybe it is all the work I seem to be doing to earn so very few fruits, it could be exhaustion, I have wondered how much dropping off medicine I had had to work so hard to get on and became sick going on and coming off it (medicine which still has not arrived). All that causes me doubts and leaves little to trust. Trust myself? You must be teasing. I am not sure what to do about the feeling except to go watch the movie tonight. Then come home and read myself down a bit if needed or simply go to sleep. And, then, tomorrow, to get up, take a shower, put my pants on one leg and a time, and step back out the door and see what is next. I am hollow. I am not sure I exist. But I will do it anyway, tonight, tomorrow, and as long as my hollowness keeps allowing me to push it around.
Bah, never worry. I am a hollow man. But I am God's hollow man, too. When I cannot, I will leave it to him to guide blind fools. I will simply trust to Him. It does not fill me out, like some atheists think it does. It does not make the pain, fear, or confusion leave me. It merely IS. I guess, I hope, that is faith.
I may blog in a bit about the next movie, or not, when I return.
Sleep well.
Dreams, and lots of them.
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Last night I dreamed seemingly all night. Women were yammering in my head, teasing and flitting. No, it was not like that either. It was as if I had made the whole female world angry, and they were letting me know by causing then invading my dreams. Imagine a bruiser of a dog chained to a post. Both the chain, collar, and post are more than up to the task of holding the dog. And, perhaps at first by accident, a cat meanders through the dogs domain and, seeing it's mistake as the mastiff approaches at great speed, the cat lights out like it's tail was on fire. Eventually, however, it learns the limits. The cat begins to enjoy that limit, and plays with the dog often. That was like women and me last night. As a fact, one of the dreams was just like what I just wrote.
They were disturbing my sleep. I did not wake up, but my mind was reeling through half of the dreams and night. Then something began to dawn on me. I had gotten to them. They realized they could not take me. They realized they could not own my intellectual, physical, or any other property and it bothered them that I gave their silliness zero space and put up with their air-headedness not a bit. They were trying to lick their wounds in trying to set me off. This too failed. And in the last dreams, they screeched at their failure.
Now, whether we have psychic connections and all this was from women reading a few of my last posts and just venting their anger at me in some as yet unidentified manner, or if this was just a recap of my life with the feline homo sapiens, I cannot be sure. After the initial frustration, it became fun. I think I even tricked the cat closer and merely slobbered her with a great big wet tongue, much to her huge dissatisfaction. Her claws were laughable. If it is women reading here and being frustrated into not writing a comment, I now understand why. *SSlluurrpp* Love ya babe. Ha!
I finally got my dolly and some extra bungee cords. My neighbor gave me a few he was otherwise going to toss. I got extra as his were two foot or less and I wanted some longer ones. The back of my Xterra has two floor tracks with slider hooks for multiple positioning (they lock down anywhere along the tracks), sidewall hooks, and ceiling hooks, so that I can really tighten boxes, gear, or whatever down to avoid rocking and rolling. Plus, bungee cords will help with the dolly. I can strap boxes on and rock and roll without worrying about losing boxes. I hate losing boxes and going slow.
Tomorrow I will be taking my neighbor around to some places in the hopes of finding housing. I have a couple of things to do in any case, so it is no skin off my nose and perhaps I can help him remember things. I will suggest he bring the classified section of the paper from the other day, a notebook, and a pen. We may need to get another paper if nothing there pans out. I need to get my vehicle inspected and get going with that. To that end, I will be getting what I need sorted out tonight. It would be nice to get my tags and driver's license tomorrow and quit fooling around with it. It drives me crazy when a seemingly simple task ends up becoming seemingly impossible and stretches out over weeks.
I also looked at what was showing in the theaters. I saw two that look good, or good enough. Surrogates with Bruce Willis and Pandorum with Dennis Quaid and Ben Foster. Quaid is sort of yesterday but has potential, I have never heard of Foster, and Willis is okay. I hate going only because I truly despise Hollywood. Even if they made decent movies, cut out political correctness in everything from who they require in every damn movie and in the plot lines, the actors are still quite often the lowest of the low. Stupid people with too much money doing things no one should. Whether it be with or because of drugs, booze, with women, men, each other, guinea pigs, or just setting a bad example all around. Rock stars, whatever, it sort of goes with the territory. But people you watch with your kids? Come on, clean up the poison.
Whatever, I will probably be going to those two as my chance to see if Hollywood can pull something off. I expect to be rather disappointed. My neighbor bought supper tonight, as a thanks. So, I suggested I buy tickets for one of the movies tomorrow. He thinks he will only go if he finds a place. I will work on that if need be. If for no other reason than that if one meets failure at first shot, it is better to relax than to sit and stew. I will probably get him to go. As for the second movie (I am hoping to see both tomorrow, probably in the evening depending on how fast everything else works), if he wants to go, he is welcome but on his nickel. He might. I used to go with my brother to these. Those were good days, if he hated having to take his 'baby brother' (one who was taller and could clean his clock like clockwork).
Dang but I am hungry again. I think a run to Burger King would be good. I need FOOD! I simply have not been eating enough lately, and no, it does not help to lose weight in more ways then one. First, the engines all shut down, just keeping a few on low, so no calorie burn. Second, I end up famished and then I overeat. Yeah, I kn... I know... I kn... *sigh* Hush, I know. I am working on it. But I am just one man, and a man. Go figure.
I best do that then try to get some sleep. Oh, hey, I have not tried this but I will before long... olives in my soda water... Yeah baby, a dry virgin martini. I suppose I could add vermouth, but that has never had any real impact on martinis I have mixed for my own sipping pleasure (neither gin (the good stuff) or vodka (the good or cheap stuff)). And, vermouth is actually an alcohol, sort of in the way of white wine I thought. I have been thinking about that for a bit.
Good night.
.
Last night I dreamed seemingly all night. Women were yammering in my head, teasing and flitting. No, it was not like that either. It was as if I had made the whole female world angry, and they were letting me know by causing then invading my dreams. Imagine a bruiser of a dog chained to a post. Both the chain, collar, and post are more than up to the task of holding the dog. And, perhaps at first by accident, a cat meanders through the dogs domain and, seeing it's mistake as the mastiff approaches at great speed, the cat lights out like it's tail was on fire. Eventually, however, it learns the limits. The cat begins to enjoy that limit, and plays with the dog often. That was like women and me last night. As a fact, one of the dreams was just like what I just wrote.
They were disturbing my sleep. I did not wake up, but my mind was reeling through half of the dreams and night. Then something began to dawn on me. I had gotten to them. They realized they could not take me. They realized they could not own my intellectual, physical, or any other property and it bothered them that I gave their silliness zero space and put up with their air-headedness not a bit. They were trying to lick their wounds in trying to set me off. This too failed. And in the last dreams, they screeched at their failure.
Now, whether we have psychic connections and all this was from women reading a few of my last posts and just venting their anger at me in some as yet unidentified manner, or if this was just a recap of my life with the feline homo sapiens, I cannot be sure. After the initial frustration, it became fun. I think I even tricked the cat closer and merely slobbered her with a great big wet tongue, much to her huge dissatisfaction. Her claws were laughable. If it is women reading here and being frustrated into not writing a comment, I now understand why. *SSlluurrpp* Love ya babe. Ha!
I finally got my dolly and some extra bungee cords. My neighbor gave me a few he was otherwise going to toss. I got extra as his were two foot or less and I wanted some longer ones. The back of my Xterra has two floor tracks with slider hooks for multiple positioning (they lock down anywhere along the tracks), sidewall hooks, and ceiling hooks, so that I can really tighten boxes, gear, or whatever down to avoid rocking and rolling. Plus, bungee cords will help with the dolly. I can strap boxes on and rock and roll without worrying about losing boxes. I hate losing boxes and going slow.
Tomorrow I will be taking my neighbor around to some places in the hopes of finding housing. I have a couple of things to do in any case, so it is no skin off my nose and perhaps I can help him remember things. I will suggest he bring the classified section of the paper from the other day, a notebook, and a pen. We may need to get another paper if nothing there pans out. I need to get my vehicle inspected and get going with that. To that end, I will be getting what I need sorted out tonight. It would be nice to get my tags and driver's license tomorrow and quit fooling around with it. It drives me crazy when a seemingly simple task ends up becoming seemingly impossible and stretches out over weeks.
I also looked at what was showing in the theaters. I saw two that look good, or good enough. Surrogates with Bruce Willis and Pandorum with Dennis Quaid and Ben Foster. Quaid is sort of yesterday but has potential, I have never heard of Foster, and Willis is okay. I hate going only because I truly despise Hollywood. Even if they made decent movies, cut out political correctness in everything from who they require in every damn movie and in the plot lines, the actors are still quite often the lowest of the low. Stupid people with too much money doing things no one should. Whether it be with or because of drugs, booze, with women, men, each other, guinea pigs, or just setting a bad example all around. Rock stars, whatever, it sort of goes with the territory. But people you watch with your kids? Come on, clean up the poison.
Whatever, I will probably be going to those two as my chance to see if Hollywood can pull something off. I expect to be rather disappointed. My neighbor bought supper tonight, as a thanks. So, I suggested I buy tickets for one of the movies tomorrow. He thinks he will only go if he finds a place. I will work on that if need be. If for no other reason than that if one meets failure at first shot, it is better to relax than to sit and stew. I will probably get him to go. As for the second movie (I am hoping to see both tomorrow, probably in the evening depending on how fast everything else works), if he wants to go, he is welcome but on his nickel. He might. I used to go with my brother to these. Those were good days, if he hated having to take his 'baby brother' (one who was taller and could clean his clock like clockwork).
Dang but I am hungry again. I think a run to Burger King would be good. I need FOOD! I simply have not been eating enough lately, and no, it does not help to lose weight in more ways then one. First, the engines all shut down, just keeping a few on low, so no calorie burn. Second, I end up famished and then I overeat. Yeah, I kn... I know... I kn... *sigh* Hush, I know. I am working on it. But I am just one man, and a man. Go figure.
I best do that then try to get some sleep. Oh, hey, I have not tried this but I will before long... olives in my soda water... Yeah baby, a dry virgin martini. I suppose I could add vermouth, but that has never had any real impact on martinis I have mixed for my own sipping pleasure (neither gin (the good stuff) or vodka (the good or cheap stuff)). And, vermouth is actually an alcohol, sort of in the way of white wine I thought. I have been thinking about that for a bit.
Good night.
Sunday, September 27, 2009
I should have known.
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It is football season again. I may have changed in some ways, directed myself in a new direction, and taken on life in a new way, but some things simply will not come to me. Football, or any sport really, just does not entertain me. Boxing used to, until I realized how horribly rigged the sport is. Rugby could be good but when I had a television it was not available and now I do not watch or even have a television. All other sports are wastes of time. If I did like a sport, I would much rather play it than watch.
I never understood why men have champions. Women? Sure, that is age old and flirtatious. But men? Why have a pack of players be their heroes and win acclaim in some weird way for the fan? Is it really that interesting to most men? I know or knew the rules when i played, learning both college and pro rules just 'cause. And, playing the game itself is hard work no doubt. But simply watching people run around, tossing a ball (pick one, or kicking it) up and down a field, and even being pretty sure which side will win never interested me. Then again, even with car racing, I only every watched to see accidents. There were not enough accidents to keep me interested. After 50 or 500 or whatever loops, with a few changes here and there, I was asleep on the couch.
What is worse, because of games, there is no blogging. The blog world folds up and collapses onto couches, into lounge chairs, and feeds it's collective face on food doctors say not to eat. Beer and whiskey taint the thing, though that I could enjoy. It might even make the games worth watching should I be invited to one of the pagan events. But mostly I pout as the blog world ends.
It is interesting to note however, how much of the blog world is dominated by football (and other sports) fans. Ah well. I suppose being raised by a single woman has left me without that aspect of American manhood, lame as it is. Perhaps that is the last vestige of man's old world left to him. Most men simply cannot take a risk of being hurt while having 'fun', as they have responsibilities. Perhaps the task of making a living cause such exhaustion that playing sports is precluded. In any case, it is the fact of things. But it does amaze me, as bad as the economy is doing, that sports tickets and spending is not really down, to my knowledge. I guess some alters of sacrifice are simply more important than others.
Oh well. I hope your team(s) won yesterday (and will today?). BLOG, darn it.
Good night.
.
It is football season again. I may have changed in some ways, directed myself in a new direction, and taken on life in a new way, but some things simply will not come to me. Football, or any sport really, just does not entertain me. Boxing used to, until I realized how horribly rigged the sport is. Rugby could be good but when I had a television it was not available and now I do not watch or even have a television. All other sports are wastes of time. If I did like a sport, I would much rather play it than watch.
I never understood why men have champions. Women? Sure, that is age old and flirtatious. But men? Why have a pack of players be their heroes and win acclaim in some weird way for the fan? Is it really that interesting to most men? I know or knew the rules when i played, learning both college and pro rules just 'cause. And, playing the game itself is hard work no doubt. But simply watching people run around, tossing a ball (pick one, or kicking it) up and down a field, and even being pretty sure which side will win never interested me. Then again, even with car racing, I only every watched to see accidents. There were not enough accidents to keep me interested. After 50 or 500 or whatever loops, with a few changes here and there, I was asleep on the couch.
What is worse, because of games, there is no blogging. The blog world folds up and collapses onto couches, into lounge chairs, and feeds it's collective face on food doctors say not to eat. Beer and whiskey taint the thing, though that I could enjoy. It might even make the games worth watching should I be invited to one of the pagan events. But mostly I pout as the blog world ends.
It is interesting to note however, how much of the blog world is dominated by football (and other sports) fans. Ah well. I suppose being raised by a single woman has left me without that aspect of American manhood, lame as it is. Perhaps that is the last vestige of man's old world left to him. Most men simply cannot take a risk of being hurt while having 'fun', as they have responsibilities. Perhaps the task of making a living cause such exhaustion that playing sports is precluded. In any case, it is the fact of things. But it does amaze me, as bad as the economy is doing, that sports tickets and spending is not really down, to my knowledge. I guess some alters of sacrifice are simply more important than others.
Oh well. I hope your team(s) won yesterday (and will today?). BLOG, darn it.
Good night.
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