The end.

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A slow day, little done, but a good, perhaps a great day.

I did little of my list. I did wash the dishes, which is vital for anything to go forward out that way in the near term, so it is good. I did not cook rice, eggs, or even meats! The beans are still with me in spite of at least one vacation (not the one you pay big bucks for... unless to a surgeon for some reason, ha!). I will change the kitty litter whole clothe though, and set up the second jar of wheat. I will eventually have to mark those so I can tell the difference between jar a and jar b, just in case. Then again, same processes. The sprouter will be self evident, so scratch that.

I have looked over a ton of material today. (he is lying) Well, fine. I did look over a few topics, including soy product hazards. I ended up finding out nothing more than I knew going into that search though. Then, I did not stretch too far. Reading? *yawn* At least today. I did some comparison shopping for computers. I could, indeed, build my own. A gaming rig, built by me, would in theory be spledicious and horribleous! And, quite possibly, would never work. As much hardware and software that needs to be installed just so, set up just right, and balanced and tweaked... I simply think the task has grown a bit too much. At least for a righteous rig. Of course, after looking online, I will probably go into at least two local builders, where I have much more control over the gig, and check their prices. If they are within 30% of online, using my parts list, they would get the hire. This machine, built by local contract and my chosen parts, is relatively competitive and quite functional nearly a decade later. The big name onlines only last about 5 years (and then often die slow miserable deaths, leading me to believe in absolute planned obsolescence).

I see Vox is on Game again. No, no, that's fine. I am not sure I completely buy into Game, or his take on it, but I do think there is something to it. I suppose I simply do not see the need or want. Whether a woman is a so-called 10 or a 7 or a 3, they are not a part of the equation. The natural instinct is to find a mate, short or long term, and "use" what is on hand. Women usually do not need to be tricked, or even coaxed. If one wishes to be abusive of the system, that is simple, though it does not work in limited populations or where contact would be frequent between "participants". A scorned woman really can be a nasty piece of work. But further, the whole talk of it lowers both the joy of the process (for me), and the value of it.

As I slowly get off my butt more and more, finding a woman is becoming important. The war of the sexes has been waged since Adam woke up sore, with a nagging voice in his ear. The war can only be won when a woman defeats a man through utter surrender. In these times, neither party acts their part, and it has become a free-for-all. Thus Game has become a means of defeating the "enemy" without the need for surrender. It abuses women's natural tendencies. To be fair, though, with courts and social pressure being so anti-man as to be discriminatory (thankfully we really are powerful, but that fight will get ugly anyway), men have to fight back. Is it the right way? Is it the only way? Lots of questions and a queasy feeling that science, and the use of it in some areas, is leading us very much astray.

This war, however, like all wars, will come to a close. There is only one way that war will end, if too by the time that happens, this nation may be too weak to stand. Some say that has already happened. While the sexes have been warring, the politicians and corporatists have been fleecing us. Some say that was the plan, others that it was merely those types capitalizing on the situation. And that is only one of many wars being waged on the social, economic, and political landscape. I do see an end to it. But too, I see the casualties and other costs. It is the second Civil War, babies dying by the millions, 10's of millions, as a result.

Anyway. Tomorrow will be a busy day, if I do not plan on a heavy day. Faxes sent, papers filed for tax rebate, an appointment, the bed, what of the list I had earlier done, and maybe the lawnmower set up for use Tuesday. I know I have been pushing hard, if it does not always look like it. For my standards, I have been doing too much probably. I know it has to be done. I know time is sometimes limited. And yet, I am running out of air, coming up lame, limping from place to place. We will see what else I can accomplish, but I might end up needing to take a bit of a break, give myself some time to explore my new home town, and get some simple physical exercise in like walking and swimming.

Good night, Leslie. Third grade was nicer with you in it.