A nap, women types, and the day.

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A bit of sleep helped after the early start.  I had to crawl my way to 10:30 or 11:00, but it made sleep the sweeter.  I realized, as I was falling down that deep dark hole of unconsciousness that I had not set the alarm.  While just holding onto the edge of awake I simply thought oh well, as if I had a choice, and let go.  Weee?  Who knows.  I woke just at 13:00, and I mean on the dot.  Hehe  Perfect.  Gosh but I love me a nap at just the right time, for just the right length.  I think I will get to some things now, too.

Even if it was just a nap, I have to run through some sub-routines to get myself booted.  News, blogs, perhaps a post.  Whatever.  Something, anything, to get the neurons lit across the broadest spectrum possible.  To those ends I landed on one of my read-but-don't-comment blogs today.  Something about not liking meat, but enjoying this new to her "organic" beef, sans ketchup or other sauces.

I wrote a fairly well thought out comment.  About having saved my last lady friend from vegetarianism, about myself simply not liking organic, aside from the cost, but that my lady friend seemed to like it.  And perhaps wondering if the flavor profile of "organic" meat was aimed, or not, at female flavor profiles.  But, no, I would not send it.  She has completely ignored, as have her guests, everything I have written since she introduced an academic, one who I guess now was becoming a personal friend, who had some thoughts that maybe, just possibly, he might have been wrong about some of his liberalism, perhaps, at one time.  I outright accused him of condemning non-liberals to exile in his field (for which I am absolutely sure did happen, his field is psychology, DUH!).  Then again, I am realizing, post-comment more and more, that psychology ranks up there with UFO-ology and Big Foot Theorists, now, but that is beside the point.

She decided that coddling that pseudo apologist academic fraud was better than letting him have a dose of reality and a look at what most people really think of him and his academic huckster friends and "profession".  Coddling, of course, is useful.  For children.  The reason men like him exist is because they have been coddled in nice little enclaves where they don't have to deal with reality.  The last thing you want to do, if such a man has misgivings, if they are genuine, is... coddle him!  If he is peeking out of his blinders, tear those bastards off.  He will either run over the cliff in absolute terror or learn to calm himself, grow a pair, and begin thinking about himself in real terms.  Well, I like my solution better in any case.  It seems to have worked well for me in my life.  Yeah, no.  No more commenting at her page, if it would have possibly been interesting to read a legitimate reply to my query from a woman's perspective.  I just know, from experience, that she has chosen against me, period.  Pretty Lady I understood, she was purely delusional, typically woman.  This one?  I guess I thought there might be such a thing as a budding conservative woman.  It's looking more and more like women are just a knot of hormones and feelings, naught much else to them.

She isn't the first "conservative" woman I have seen coddle, either.  Women seem to, if not physically, emotionally have a love affair with the notion of academia.  I suppose it is something that, even if they have technically attained it, they know they are just quotas within.  They, for the most part (vast majority) have no concept of what true academics entails, and know it (even if today most academia has been reduced to their level, meaning it is defunct and moribund, it still seems beyond them?  Whatever).  I bet academics wish they got more physical and less emotional appreciation?  Heh.  I would suggest they forgo that, women aren't that much different.  If you have one, stick with that number and be very happy you don't know better.  What was it said about God?  Ah, He won't give you what you can't handle.  :p

Oh, right.  I need to check the last load in the dryer.  Or is the last load in the washer?  Then I can figure out painting the back room and the back hall wall repair.  Dishes, perhaps, sometime.  I need to drain that soak water and reheat it though.  I absolutely hate washing dishes in slimy cold water, even if it is otherwise very fresh, even in the summer.  Some guys fear frogs, spiders, or such.  I fear putting my hands in cold slimy water... that's for outdoors trekking experiences, not for dishes or hands!  Later.