Lamenting and eschewing advice.

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One friend, recently, in a discussion... realized I might know a little summit about summit.  I will do some digging to find more information for him.  Basically I know what I just don't know the technical terms.  I think he is in trouble and would like to entertain the peril, he just has some problems with it.  Another friend has declined my advice.  All good though.  It wasn't... really... advice.  It is what I think about some things, how I go about it, and... when I was saying "Wrong!", I should have been saying... "Yes, I see what you are saying, but that isn't quite my point with this."  Maybe he did get it and I just didn't see it.  Or maybe he really didn't get it.  I'll reread and think.  I think of it more as talking around each other, I think.  What was I saying the other day about me being an S.O.B, and just figuring how to be on the right side of it?  I don't think this was even being on the wrong or right side.  I was being an S.O.B and there might not have been a good place to be there.

As for any advice I do give, or seem to give?  It is worth every single penny you have spent for it.  And, even should it profit you, I would not charge.  So, there is that.  Further, can I be wrong?  I hope the hell I can be wrong.  If I am right all or even most of the time?  Fuggetaboutit.  We are in heapum bison poo.  Or... we are all going to be fine and live happily ever after.  Yeah, but I'm not just an S.O.B, I'm a moody one.  All I do here is paint pictures with words as I see things and try to... correct for incongruities in understanding what I have painted, not what is or is not real, true, or what to do, other than stating what I do, think I would do, have done, or might want to do or do differently.  I don't mind, sometimes care, if someone agrees with me or not.  That... isn't really my point.  Much like an artist who is painting an abstract picture wants it to viewed a certain way, when someone doesn't quite get it, at least someone he thinks can get it (is worth the trouble), he will try to... point the way.  He doesn't always do it in the most diplomatic of ways.  So it is with me, words, and ideas.  *points*  Ugh!  Go!  *point*  Ugh, ugh!  Hurry.

The potato salad is taking much longer than I thought.  I needed a bit of a nap.  I set up for it but couldn't sleep with potato salad on my mind.  I'm sort of shooting myself in the foot, time and sleep wise, but I sort of... I am doing what I can.  I realize, at times like these, that my idea of time and real time are two very different things.  I do believe it has to do with my internal clock running at 165 Tera hertz or 4 mega hertz.  I seem to either need to speed through everything, making time almost stand still, or I simply lose track of time and time speeds past me like the tortoise does the rabbit in the old tales, while I nap or... snooze awake.  I am getting there, just... not quickly.  I did need to do some cleaning first, mostly dishes, and mostly for a sense of having a space to prep.  But the water for the eggs is on to boil.  In about 15 minutes I'll check the water, finish the dishes, and go from their.  Whenever the eggs go in I will begin peeling potatoes.  Of course, in the next few minutes I really need to look at a number of recipes to see what egg to potato ratio is most common or believably best.  When completed, a bit of sleep until early afternoon.  I'd like the chicken to go into the oven no later than 16:00, which would give me, after the 45 minutes of roasting, an hour and fifteen minutes to fry three to four batches(?) and have everything over to the neighbors.  That... should work?  No, the chicken best go in by 15:30.  Hmm, even then, at max of say 4 batches, in an hour and forty five minutes?  About 25 minutes per batch?  Yeah, that should be fine, easily.  Wait, I don't need to actually cook the chicken, just crisp it.  Yeah, 16:00.  Never mind.

Later, or good night.