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I don't know. I am sleeping but poorly. I don't sleep deeply, if I do seem to sleep all night. I go to bed plumb exhausted and wake up that way. And yet, I can feel my body condition and it reads as good, somehow. Actually, I feel like I am getting too much sleep if I am pretty sure I am not quite getting enough. I honestly think it is a combo of it still being cold and the sun being up more. My internal time and season clock is just a bit off, and itching for spring? I am usually fast asleep at this time of year, though, so I don't have anything... to compare it to! I will just have to get used to things you people have known your whole lives... Even Florida has seasons, of a sort. The last two days my efforts to force an earlier bedtime, or an early rise, have both met with dismal failure. I have to figure out how to wake early tomorrow and that is going to be a bear. I will bring in every alarm I have and... I don't know what else I can do.
I am seeing things in my sleep. Hard things I think. Nothing big, just... But they don't stay with me as I wake. Struggle for life stuff, I think. One never knows if those are just dreams dealing with life's current happenings, the past, or portents of the future. Especially will little memory. My body isn't too tense, so I don't think they are all that heavy, and they don't involve literal life or death. My bedroom smells normal, not like sulfur, gun powder, and fear-sweat. I just know something is going on but I can't recall.
Tomorrow is the swim lesson. I will have to figure this thing out. I am supposed to be there an hour and a half before I have been able to wake the last two days! That means I have to be up three hours before usual, and that would be tight as slowly as I usually move. I am so terrible, at times, with making a specific timed appointment, even when I am awake at the right times. I am really looking forward to the start of lessons though. I'll do, or not. At least I'm still awake and in late winter. That is amazing. But now to use the dang time!
Sunday, February 24, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Is it just winter or am I going through a down stage?
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This winter hasn't been bad. There has been snow. We have had more severe cold than what I have seen out here before though, if it is still much better than even Iowa City type weather. I am... bumping up against resistance and running into ineffectiveness. It isn't like I ever made it to high functionality though, either. It might even just be that as I wake, literally become more aware more of the time, I am able to more easily see how much I don't do. In any case, I feel like I am slipping, if like I said that might be... merely an understanding of more of my truths. My home needs a lot of care and I don't seem able to get to it. I still make it out at least to try to swim, I am still... working on my schedule (if this "morning" was not a good example of it), I still get over to see my friend, and I am eating a bit more regularly, as well as taking medicines and vitamins. I can't complain, completely, I just feel... like I am stuck in second gear even if I am going the right speed and on the highway. I'll figure it out, get over it, or fall down for a while I guess.
After reviewing Ozzy's classic I became curious about what else Ozzy was up to. I suppose, as a one time big fan, I was actually surprised to see that... he is still alive. Further, he is still putting new stuff out. Whatever you think of the man, you gotta admit he has some survival genes in there somewhere! Sure, there are the rolling bones, but their leader, I have heard whispered, uses blood transfusions to survive his addictions. I think Ozzy just... goes on. If I think his wife has... saved him. Anyway...
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This winter hasn't been bad. There has been snow. We have had more severe cold than what I have seen out here before though, if it is still much better than even Iowa City type weather. I am... bumping up against resistance and running into ineffectiveness. It isn't like I ever made it to high functionality though, either. It might even just be that as I wake, literally become more aware more of the time, I am able to more easily see how much I don't do. In any case, I feel like I am slipping, if like I said that might be... merely an understanding of more of my truths. My home needs a lot of care and I don't seem able to get to it. I still make it out at least to try to swim, I am still... working on my schedule (if this "morning" was not a good example of it), I still get over to see my friend, and I am eating a bit more regularly, as well as taking medicines and vitamins. I can't complain, completely, I just feel... like I am stuck in second gear even if I am going the right speed and on the highway. I'll figure it out, get over it, or fall down for a while I guess.
After reviewing Ozzy's classic I became curious about what else Ozzy was up to. I suppose, as a one time big fan, I was actually surprised to see that... he is still alive. Further, he is still putting new stuff out. Whatever you think of the man, you gotta admit he has some survival genes in there somewhere! Sure, there are the rolling bones, but their leader, I have heard whispered, uses blood transfusions to survive his addictions. I think Ozzy just... goes on. If I think his wife has... saved him. Anyway...
A smörgåsbord of news.
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So many people think, in the near "know", believe that China is behind our (Western even) economic collapse or impending collapse. Many more, not in the know, along with many of the aforementioned, also believe China is looking at a very bright economic and military future. That has never, and will never, be true. The only thing one could say about China is that they have a lot of nukes and a lot of people. Their nukes are aged and probably not... reliable. Their people are illiterate and weak, suffering from everything from perpetual malnourishment only slightly better than N.K., to disease and poor medical, to everything else one might suspect. A paper tiger, only terrible America (as it seems wont to do) becomes paper too. No, China, while the enemy, is no threat to our future, in any respect. Japan on the other hand? Well, when a nation decides to feed it's babies to industry and tie it's hands behind it's back, will get what it gets.
A tech breakthrough for batteries, for a billion and one reasons, would be most welcome. That seems to be on the horizon. Then again, how many considered new techs make it to market, ever? If they don't end up being toxic to make or use, dysfunctional outside a lab, or get bought and buried or outlawed by a business who has other interests or a government acting on the behalf of such private concern, sometimes it simply never gets developed. Still, I like thinking that there is a chance something might slip through the cracks. This story is about one such potential new tech.
I like to see some men trying to do some things when faced with an overbearing government. I suppose we all have a part to play, most of us have such a small part that... it simply doesn't seem to matter. Others have much larger voices. Use what you have, how you may, I suppose. There are now many firearms manufacturers who are refusing to service states (the various government bodies within such) which are attempting to restrict their citizens' rights regarding the Second Amendment. All good, until the Feds or states simply require these manufacturers to begin selling. What they do then will be telling. As well, this is economic for them. Many of them refuse to work with California, already, and that IS costing them. Though the loss of all US private citizens would cost them more, so my pat on the back to their efforts is... somewhat limited. We will see. It like what they are doing, don't get me wrong, but they are very late to a very end-stage game.
This last doesn't affect me, personally. Actually, it affects no one I know on a daily life, or in my family. I don't think a single person I know well, from living my life and within my personal, literal, contacts, has a thing to fear from this. We have nothing to lose. Which half explains why so many of those I know are "liberal". The truth is, most are simply envious. I have no need for envy, nor want of it. It's a lot like hate, it can only be bad, for one thing. I am not a "conservative" based on being a have, I am because I believe in personal responsibility... and reaping the rewards for wise choices. Which is why this bothers me. Further, this is something only the touching the middle class. The middle class is what, socio-economically has made America different from third world nations. Stealing private retirements? Really? On the good side, that might really wake up some of the "D" low-info voters. Then again, I think it has been decided that they are no longer useful enough as idiots. They have been all but thrown under the bus already. Demographic trend lines show they are in a self-selecting genocide mode. Stamped as *irrelevant*... by their own actions. So be it.
Well, I have other cheery things to do. Have a great day.
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So many people think, in the near "know", believe that China is behind our (Western even) economic collapse or impending collapse. Many more, not in the know, along with many of the aforementioned, also believe China is looking at a very bright economic and military future. That has never, and will never, be true. The only thing one could say about China is that they have a lot of nukes and a lot of people. Their nukes are aged and probably not... reliable. Their people are illiterate and weak, suffering from everything from perpetual malnourishment only slightly better than N.K., to disease and poor medical, to everything else one might suspect. A paper tiger, only terrible America (as it seems wont to do) becomes paper too. No, China, while the enemy, is no threat to our future, in any respect. Japan on the other hand? Well, when a nation decides to feed it's babies to industry and tie it's hands behind it's back, will get what it gets.
A tech breakthrough for batteries, for a billion and one reasons, would be most welcome. That seems to be on the horizon. Then again, how many considered new techs make it to market, ever? If they don't end up being toxic to make or use, dysfunctional outside a lab, or get bought and buried or outlawed by a business who has other interests or a government acting on the behalf of such private concern, sometimes it simply never gets developed. Still, I like thinking that there is a chance something might slip through the cracks. This story is about one such potential new tech.
I like to see some men trying to do some things when faced with an overbearing government. I suppose we all have a part to play, most of us have such a small part that... it simply doesn't seem to matter. Others have much larger voices. Use what you have, how you may, I suppose. There are now many firearms manufacturers who are refusing to service states (the various government bodies within such) which are attempting to restrict their citizens' rights regarding the Second Amendment. All good, until the Feds or states simply require these manufacturers to begin selling. What they do then will be telling. As well, this is economic for them. Many of them refuse to work with California, already, and that IS costing them. Though the loss of all US private citizens would cost them more, so my pat on the back to their efforts is... somewhat limited. We will see. It like what they are doing, don't get me wrong, but they are very late to a very end-stage game.
This last doesn't affect me, personally. Actually, it affects no one I know on a daily life, or in my family. I don't think a single person I know well, from living my life and within my personal, literal, contacts, has a thing to fear from this. We have nothing to lose. Which half explains why so many of those I know are "liberal". The truth is, most are simply envious. I have no need for envy, nor want of it. It's a lot like hate, it can only be bad, for one thing. I am not a "conservative" based on being a have, I am because I believe in personal responsibility... and reaping the rewards for wise choices. Which is why this bothers me. Further, this is something only the touching the middle class. The middle class is what, socio-economically has made America different from third world nations. Stealing private retirements? Really? On the good side, that might really wake up some of the "D" low-info voters. Then again, I think it has been decided that they are no longer useful enough as idiots. They have been all but thrown under the bus already. Demographic trend lines show they are in a self-selecting genocide mode. Stamped as *irrelevant*... by their own actions. So be it.
Well, I have other cheery things to do. Have a great day.
Friday, February 22, 2013
People are wickedly sore about things.
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I could give a shit, too. Either people are being quite rude or I am more read and disliked than even I thought. Of course, Logan IS a college town. Such a heretic, at least by secular testing, must be an outrage to have in their very presence. No worries though, as soon as I am better I will leave them to their earthly hell. It is my hope, one way or another, to live long enough to see feminism absolutely, utterly, and for centuries, crushed like the world destroyer it is. That will do away with the rest of liberal nonsense for the most part, as well. Nothing anyone can do will change my views. So don't even think your hard skank old butt stares are going to even make me think anything other than that you wasted your life, you old broad. Young dames that try to play that game end up flirting with me, and blushing hard. *grins* God, thank you, some parts of my life I absolutely love. *H...H...H...hooooowwwllll!* I have noticed that men have decided to keep their uppity attitudes where they belong... out of my business.
I made it to the pool but kept having the open lanes stolen by people. After an hour and a half, and what looked like the entrance of a swim team, I simply headed out. Next week, before I change, I am going to ask about the rules and explain the problem. One young guy asked to share a lane, then overstayed, he came in after me. One old woman who came in after me got in outside of a lane, then took over the one beside her when that came free. I only have so much time, for many reasons. I do wonder if my posts are getting on people's nerves. Personally I hope so. They need to begin rethinking the new paradigm about to hit them. Even if they don't believe, they will. It is best to get them exposed, so when it hits them they will be able to identify what is happening.
I got a bunch of other things done today, though. I found the receipts and returned all of the extra, wrong sized, belts. I then took one my jackets in for repair. It has a tear in the sleeve lining. I then picked up enough tobacco for a month or two. Then I took my friend shopping. His sister is ill. Then we went to his apartment and watched a movie.
While I am upset about missing swimming, I didn't quit. While getting ragged on by stupid fuck liberals is annoying, it won't stop me speaking the truth, pushing for people to think, while I prepare to leave. And I still got a bunch of my little tasks list completed. All good. Hopefully swimming, and my first lesson, will happen Monday. I may tinker with the cords this weekend, just to see what it is all about. If nothing else it is all I have for the moment, for home. And I need some exercise!
Later, perhaps good night.
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I could give a shit, too. Either people are being quite rude or I am more read and disliked than even I thought. Of course, Logan IS a college town. Such a heretic, at least by secular testing, must be an outrage to have in their very presence. No worries though, as soon as I am better I will leave them to their earthly hell. It is my hope, one way or another, to live long enough to see feminism absolutely, utterly, and for centuries, crushed like the world destroyer it is. That will do away with the rest of liberal nonsense for the most part, as well. Nothing anyone can do will change my views. So don't even think your hard skank old butt stares are going to even make me think anything other than that you wasted your life, you old broad. Young dames that try to play that game end up flirting with me, and blushing hard. *grins* God, thank you, some parts of my life I absolutely love. *H...H...H...hooooowwwllll!* I have noticed that men have decided to keep their uppity attitudes where they belong... out of my business.
I made it to the pool but kept having the open lanes stolen by people. After an hour and a half, and what looked like the entrance of a swim team, I simply headed out. Next week, before I change, I am going to ask about the rules and explain the problem. One young guy asked to share a lane, then overstayed, he came in after me. One old woman who came in after me got in outside of a lane, then took over the one beside her when that came free. I only have so much time, for many reasons. I do wonder if my posts are getting on people's nerves. Personally I hope so. They need to begin rethinking the new paradigm about to hit them. Even if they don't believe, they will. It is best to get them exposed, so when it hits them they will be able to identify what is happening.
I got a bunch of other things done today, though. I found the receipts and returned all of the extra, wrong sized, belts. I then took one my jackets in for repair. It has a tear in the sleeve lining. I then picked up enough tobacco for a month or two. Then I took my friend shopping. His sister is ill. Then we went to his apartment and watched a movie.
While I am upset about missing swimming, I didn't quit. While getting ragged on by stupid fuck liberals is annoying, it won't stop me speaking the truth, pushing for people to think, while I prepare to leave. And I still got a bunch of my little tasks list completed. All good. Hopefully swimming, and my first lesson, will happen Monday. I may tinker with the cords this weekend, just to see what it is all about. If nothing else it is all I have for the moment, for home. And I need some exercise!
Later, perhaps good night.
Woot! At least twice!
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As you know I have been fighting back from a fall Monday, and slipping off of medication until yesterday. I don't know if the Valerian helped but it sure didn't hurt for body pains. Since I took it with Anacin, I don't know what did what, if I do believe it helped. Back and arms were sore from sitting too long. And yet I needed a break after last week. In any case, I have been tinkering with my schedule, since it was completely off, in order to be up, and to the pool, by 12:30. And, I did it. Well, I mean, I could have done it. I was pushing like a madman this morning, and it was a struggle to be up early enough to have breakfast, then get in a shower, and then be heading to the door to be on time (if just barely). As I was heading to the door my coach called. She is sick. Her kids have been ill all week and she finally, officially, has it.
Well, okay, I am not happy that she is sick, if simply for her personally. I thought mom's had an immune pill? I am happy, however, that I did turn back my clock, for a second time in my second consecutive effort at it. Yes, I do keep slipping. But I also keep finding how to reverse my clock, instead of having to wait for my clock to fast forward through a whole sleep cycle! That used to take at least two weeks, and when everything else was optimal, if you remember? As well, I am pleased because, now, I can slow down a bit, finish my coffee, and still be in and out of the pool on a reasonably more usual schedule! Oh, and I will also get my medicines in, which will give me an hour before I go, and an hour and a half before I hit the pool, to digest those. Loverly, absolutely splendid.
Sleep during the night is broken and ugly. I don't sleep well, I don't sleep long, I sometimes have to just rest as I can, sleep when it happens, get up when I can't stand it and try to get more rest or sleep as I can. And yet... it is enough, and is working. I am hoping wearing myself out in the pool today will help cement an earlier sleep. I am stuck between not quite being able to pull my weight, on the music, in the pool, as often as I would like... and having too much energy not to do so which leaves me having difficulty with sleep. This too shall pass... like a gall stone. :p
I have also, finally, started viewing the Bodylastics band exercise equipment videos that came with the device. I am, even now, not even up to adding these to my exercise regimen. I know what I want to hit first... my core. While swimming is toning and strengthening my legs and arms, and to some extent my core... it is that last that has, is, and will be the toughest part to deal with. While I have lost 2/3rds of the belly I had when I arrived in state, the part that is left will be an absolute pain to erase. Even taking it down by a third is going to be... pure sweat. As well, I think it will be an area I can work without too negatively impacting swimming. I will see if the doctors think I am up to straight weights yet. If so, though, I will probably start with core and bands, and only when I am ready. The other nice thing about the bands is that they will allow me to work slower, and at home, when I begin doing upper and lower body specific workouts, so that when I hit the gym, I won't feel quite like such a goomba. And I don't mean the admired criminal old gangster style.
Nice... A man isn't lucky. He makes his luck and then rationally chooses what to bet, and risk losing, in those times where it is all about odds. My odds aren't improving, they are what they are. But my ability to bet more rationally is improving, for when I have no choice. Wanna bet?
Good day.
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As you know I have been fighting back from a fall Monday, and slipping off of medication until yesterday. I don't know if the Valerian helped but it sure didn't hurt for body pains. Since I took it with Anacin, I don't know what did what, if I do believe it helped. Back and arms were sore from sitting too long. And yet I needed a break after last week. In any case, I have been tinkering with my schedule, since it was completely off, in order to be up, and to the pool, by 12:30. And, I did it. Well, I mean, I could have done it. I was pushing like a madman this morning, and it was a struggle to be up early enough to have breakfast, then get in a shower, and then be heading to the door to be on time (if just barely). As I was heading to the door my coach called. She is sick. Her kids have been ill all week and she finally, officially, has it.
Well, okay, I am not happy that she is sick, if simply for her personally. I thought mom's had an immune pill? I am happy, however, that I did turn back my clock, for a second time in my second consecutive effort at it. Yes, I do keep slipping. But I also keep finding how to reverse my clock, instead of having to wait for my clock to fast forward through a whole sleep cycle! That used to take at least two weeks, and when everything else was optimal, if you remember? As well, I am pleased because, now, I can slow down a bit, finish my coffee, and still be in and out of the pool on a reasonably more usual schedule! Oh, and I will also get my medicines in, which will give me an hour before I go, and an hour and a half before I hit the pool, to digest those. Loverly, absolutely splendid.
Sleep during the night is broken and ugly. I don't sleep well, I don't sleep long, I sometimes have to just rest as I can, sleep when it happens, get up when I can't stand it and try to get more rest or sleep as I can. And yet... it is enough, and is working. I am hoping wearing myself out in the pool today will help cement an earlier sleep. I am stuck between not quite being able to pull my weight, on the music, in the pool, as often as I would like... and having too much energy not to do so which leaves me having difficulty with sleep. This too shall pass... like a gall stone. :p
I have also, finally, started viewing the Bodylastics band exercise equipment videos that came with the device. I am, even now, not even up to adding these to my exercise regimen. I know what I want to hit first... my core. While swimming is toning and strengthening my legs and arms, and to some extent my core... it is that last that has, is, and will be the toughest part to deal with. While I have lost 2/3rds of the belly I had when I arrived in state, the part that is left will be an absolute pain to erase. Even taking it down by a third is going to be... pure sweat. As well, I think it will be an area I can work without too negatively impacting swimming. I will see if the doctors think I am up to straight weights yet. If so, though, I will probably start with core and bands, and only when I am ready. The other nice thing about the bands is that they will allow me to work slower, and at home, when I begin doing upper and lower body specific workouts, so that when I hit the gym, I won't feel quite like such a goomba. And I don't mean the admired criminal old gangster style.
Nice... A man isn't lucky. He makes his luck and then rationally chooses what to bet, and risk losing, in those times where it is all about odds. My odds aren't improving, they are what they are. But my ability to bet more rationally is improving, for when I have no choice. Wanna bet?
Good day.
Shamelessly stolen, and I do mean shamelessly.
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I've probably caused enough psychic carnage for... well, okay, I haven't. Still, I will give you a moment to catch your breath.
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I've probably caused enough psychic carnage for... well, okay, I haven't. Still, I will give you a moment to catch your breath.
One year, I decided to buy my mother-in-law a cemetery plot
as
a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And then the fight started...
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a Christmas gift...
The next year, I didn't buy her a gift.
When she asked me why, I replied,
"Well, you still haven't used the gift I bought you last year!"
And then the fight started...
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My wife
and I were watching Who Wants To Be A Millionaire while
we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to fool around?'
'No,' she answered.. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started...
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his
drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he
hasn't been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?"
And then the fight started...
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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting
to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had
something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,
making beer.. Always something more important to me. Finally she
thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing
scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again
I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the
grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.."
And then the fight started...
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My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Dust."
And then the fight started...
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we were in bed.
I turned to her and said, 'Do you want to fool around?'
'No,' she answered.. I then said,
'Is that your final answer?'
She didn't even look at me this time, simply saying, 'Yes..'
So I said, "Then I'd like to phone a friend."
And that's when the fight started...
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My wife and I were sitting at a table at her high school
reunion, and she kept staring at a drunken man swigging his
drink as he sat alone at a nearby table.
I asked her, "Do you know him?"
"Yes", she sighed,
"He's my old boyfriend. I understand he took to drinking
right after we split up those many years ago, and I hear he
hasn't been sober since."
"My God!" I said, "Who would think a person could go on
celebrating that long?"
And then the fight started...
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When our lawn mower broke and wouldn't run, my wife kept hinting
to me that I should get it fixed. But, somehow I always had
something else to take care of first, the shed, the boat,
making beer.. Always something more important to me. Finally she
thought of a clever way to make her point.
When I arrived home one day, I found her seated in the tall
grass, busily snipping away with a tiny pair of sewing
scissors. I watched silently for a short time and then went into
the house. I was gone only a minute, and when I came out again
I handed her a toothbrush. I said, "When you finish cutting the
grass, you might as well sweep the driveway.."
And then the fight started...
______________________________
My wife sat down next to me as I was flipping channels.
She asked, "What's on TV?"
I said, "Dust."
And then the fight started...
_______________________________
My wife
was hinting about what she wanted for our upcoming
anniversary.
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to over 150 in
about 3 seconds."
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started...
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anniversary.
She said, "I want something shiny that goes from 0 to over 150 in
about 3 seconds."
I bought her a bathroom scale.
And then the fight started...
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My wife
was standing nude, looking in the bedroom mirror.
She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.'
I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."
And then the fight started...
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She was not happy with what she saw and said to me,
"I feel horrible; I look old, fat and ugly. I really need you
to pay me a compliment.'
I replied, "Your eyesight's damn near perfect."
And then the fight started...
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I
rear-ended a car this morning...the start of a REALLY bad day!
The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!
He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'
So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'
And then the fight started...
The driver got out of the other car, and he was a DWARF!!
He looked up at me and said 'I am NOT Happy!'
So I said, 'Well, which one ARE you then?'
And then the fight started...
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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.
So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"
And that's when the fight started....
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The Italian Secret to a Long Marriage
At St. Peter's Catholic Church in Toronto, they have weekly husbands' marriage seminars.
At the session last week, the priest asked Giuseppe, who said he was approaching his50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.
Giuseppe replied to the assembled husbands, "Wella, I'va tried to treat her nicea, spendada money on her, but besta of all is, I tooka her to Italy for the 25th anniversary!"
The priest responded, "Giuseppe, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary??"
Giuseppe proudly replied, "I gonna go picka her up."
Scott Armstead
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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her some place expensive... so, I took her to a gas station... and then the fight started...
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An elderly couple was having dinner at another couple's house. After their meal, the wives went into the kitchen.
The two elderly gents were talking, and one says, "Last night we went out to a fabulous new restaurant that I'd highly recommend."
The other man says, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man thinks long and hard with a furrowed brow, finally saying, "Uh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A carnation?"
"No, no. The other one," the man says.
His friend suggests, "The poppy?"
"No, no, no," growls the man. "You know--the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes! Thank you," the first man says. He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"
Dennis Toews
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A couple was preparing to head out to their fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration.
"You get your purse and coat, I'll pull the car out front and lock up the garage," says hubby, considerately.
When his bride comes out onto the front porch, she sees him leaning against the front fender of the car staring wistfully at the front of the house. She walks over to him.
"What are you looking at?" she asks.
"Oh, I was just looking at those bushes over there... Remembering."
"Remembering what?" she asks.
"Well, you remember the time your dad caught us in the bushes? He pulled me outta there by the scruff of the neck, threw me against the wall and said, 'Either you're gonna do the right thing and marry my daughter or you'll spend the next fifty years in jail!'" he answers.
"Yeah, I remember. What about it?"
"Well," he replies, "I was just thinkin', I'd be gettin' out about now."
M. B. Ingersoll
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I asked my wife, "Where do you want to go for our anniversary?"
It warmed my heart to see her face melt in sweet appreciation.
"Somewhere I haven't been in a long time!" she said.
So I suggested, "How about the kitchen?"
And that's when the fight started....
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The Italian Secret to a Long Marriage
At St. Peter's Catholic Church in Toronto, they have weekly husbands' marriage seminars.
At the session last week, the priest asked Giuseppe, who said he was approaching his50th wedding anniversary, to take a few minutes and share some insight into how he had managed to stay married to the same woman all these years.
Giuseppe replied to the assembled husbands, "Wella, I'va tried to treat her nicea, spendada money on her, but besta of all is, I tooka her to Italy for the 25th anniversary!"
The priest responded, "Giuseppe, you are an amazing inspiration to all the husbands here! Please tell us what you are planning for your wife for your 50th anniversary??"
Giuseppe proudly replied, "I gonna go picka her up."
Scott Armstead
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When I got home last night, my wife demanded that I take her some place expensive... so, I took her to a gas station... and then the fight started...
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An elderly couple was having dinner at another couple's house. After their meal, the wives went into the kitchen.
The two elderly gents were talking, and one says, "Last night we went out to a fabulous new restaurant that I'd highly recommend."
The other man says, "What's the name of the restaurant?"
The first man thinks long and hard with a furrowed brow, finally saying, "Uh, what is the name of that red flower you give to someone you love?"
His friend replies, "A carnation?"
"No, no. The other one," the man says.
His friend suggests, "The poppy?"
"No, no, no," growls the man. "You know--the one that is red and has thorns."
His friend says, "Do you mean a rose?"
"Yes! Thank you," the first man says. He then turns toward the kitchen and yells, "Rose, what's the name of that restaurant we went to last night?"
Dennis Toews
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A couple was preparing to head out to their fiftieth wedding anniversary celebration.
"You get your purse and coat, I'll pull the car out front and lock up the garage," says hubby, considerately.
When his bride comes out onto the front porch, she sees him leaning against the front fender of the car staring wistfully at the front of the house. She walks over to him.
"What are you looking at?" she asks.
"Oh, I was just looking at those bushes over there... Remembering."
"Remembering what?" she asks.
"Well, you remember the time your dad caught us in the bushes? He pulled me outta there by the scruff of the neck, threw me against the wall and said, 'Either you're gonna do the right thing and marry my daughter or you'll spend the next fifty years in jail!'" he answers.
"Yeah, I remember. What about it?"
"Well," he replies, "I was just thinkin', I'd be gettin' out about now."
M. B. Ingersoll
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Okay, so I... edited a bit. h/t Sig94
Light and easy? Keep the fluff.
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When news is good, or the fighter seems to advocate the knock-out punch, and includes everybody as the good guys but seems to take the lead, life is peachy. Toss in the truth bomb, the reality on the ground, the fact that the fighter isn't going to fight for, only beside, others, and the song takes a sour note. Put out more data, and a clearer picture, and the messenger becomes the bad guy. Streamline that a bit more, flush it out with sources, show exactly what is meant, and they are ready to stone the prophet. Thankfully, though, that is not my job. If anything, I might be a seer. But even that isn't my job, just a tool to hopefully help me survive to do whatever it is that lies in store... for us. As I said, prophets don't live long after their time is done. Thankfully I am not one. If my fate may be just as sealed if in some other way. It's all good.
While I lament and moan, I read a story about a guy who really did have to suffer. A man who had to choose between justice and family. A man who could have just shut up, and advised quiet, and counseling or "Just ask Jesus" or some other garbage. Instead of going the easy way, he testified to having had his son admit, over the phone, that he had murdered two people, then took the stand as the star witness against his son in a capital murder case. His son was executed yesterday, by lethal injection. Mr. John Cook, FBI agent extraordinaire, I will pray for you, and I will pray for the soul of your son. May he have come to God in the time given to him while waiting his final fate. Thank you, Mr. John Cook, for doing the right thing. I wish no man would ever have to pay such a price. I wish I could say something more, in gratitude, to offer relief.
Good night.
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When news is good, or the fighter seems to advocate the knock-out punch, and includes everybody as the good guys but seems to take the lead, life is peachy. Toss in the truth bomb, the reality on the ground, the fact that the fighter isn't going to fight for, only beside, others, and the song takes a sour note. Put out more data, and a clearer picture, and the messenger becomes the bad guy. Streamline that a bit more, flush it out with sources, show exactly what is meant, and they are ready to stone the prophet. Thankfully, though, that is not my job. If anything, I might be a seer. But even that isn't my job, just a tool to hopefully help me survive to do whatever it is that lies in store... for us. As I said, prophets don't live long after their time is done. Thankfully I am not one. If my fate may be just as sealed if in some other way. It's all good.
While I lament and moan, I read a story about a guy who really did have to suffer. A man who had to choose between justice and family. A man who could have just shut up, and advised quiet, and counseling or "Just ask Jesus" or some other garbage. Instead of going the easy way, he testified to having had his son admit, over the phone, that he had murdered two people, then took the stand as the star witness against his son in a capital murder case. His son was executed yesterday, by lethal injection. Mr. John Cook, FBI agent extraordinaire, I will pray for you, and I will pray for the soul of your son. May he have come to God in the time given to him while waiting his final fate. Thank you, Mr. John Cook, for doing the right thing. I wish no man would ever have to pay such a price. I wish I could say something more, in gratitude, to offer relief.
Good night.
Thursday, February 21, 2013
If you are going to play...
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Play hard or go home. When I saw this I was with a lady friend, I told her that is how I fight. She laughed, innocently, until she... realized something deep and dark. Odd how women can touch into a man and... learn the truth. Which means, if you aren't living a true life, they will know, and hate you somewhere deep inside. I suppose that is why most would take me back. No... well... yes. They are rather forgiving for some things, if in that all women are different. But if your sins are dark, you darken her even if just through your transmissions. They know what you do when you think you are away from their knowledge. They can even taste of your history. They know.
But this is about how to fight. There are no rules. There is no hope, doubt, dread, fear, pain, once it begins. Do or do not. One wins, the other will very likely die if there is no... clear way out otherwise. Don't play with fire. I'm 4/5ths dead, old, weak, and slow. Most of you still can't win this thing. You NEED a firearm or a group of real warriors, some of whom will die. I would recommend at least a .45 though a rifle and range (not a single shot) would be best. Then you ought to cut my head off, I have a way of not deading and being a little sore about things. Or leave well enough alone. One last warning. Like women, I know. I just don't need to know you or even be near you to know.
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Play hard or go home. When I saw this I was with a lady friend, I told her that is how I fight. She laughed, innocently, until she... realized something deep and dark. Odd how women can touch into a man and... learn the truth. Which means, if you aren't living a true life, they will know, and hate you somewhere deep inside. I suppose that is why most would take me back. No... well... yes. They are rather forgiving for some things, if in that all women are different. But if your sins are dark, you darken her even if just through your transmissions. They know what you do when you think you are away from their knowledge. They can even taste of your history. They know.
But this is about how to fight. There are no rules. There is no hope, doubt, dread, fear, pain, once it begins. Do or do not. One wins, the other will very likely die if there is no... clear way out otherwise. Don't play with fire. I'm 4/5ths dead, old, weak, and slow. Most of you still can't win this thing. You NEED a firearm or a group of real warriors, some of whom will die. I would recommend at least a .45 though a rifle and range (not a single shot) would be best. Then you ought to cut my head off, I have a way of not deading and being a little sore about things. Or leave well enough alone. One last warning. Like women, I know. I just don't need to know you or even be near you to know.
Finally, medicines restarted.
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I've been having a really tough time. Yesterday I realized I hadn't been taking medicine for some number of days and promised to get right on that. Well, today is as close to being right on that as I could get. Sleep has been light and weak, focus went to crap, life just became a bit rough. Aches and pains, I think a bit from bad sleep, sitting too long again, and very possibly from simply not taking the vitamins I do need. It has made fighting back to mornings more difficult, if I am getting there, very roughly. In comparison, think of an airplane coming in without landing gear. Without any real snow to speak of, tomorrow's swimming lesson is on so I will have to figure out how to be in the pool by noon thirty.
Oh, we got a bit of snow last night. We were supposed to get an inch, but even that prediction, made eight hours before the "storm" was overblown. Even on this, a cold only very partly sunny at any time day has seen what was on my drive melted off. Way too funny. I wonder if they could just exchange the sports reporter with the weatherman and have no difference in predictions. Where is Al Gore when you need him? Probably out saving polar bears with his finally released second chakra? Manbearpig indeed.
I keep trying to figure why academia is always wrong. I think the simplest answer is the best. Science, especially theory though that is used by even practical sciences and engineering, is no longer based upon finding out why, asking questions, observing, and then making theories, objectively. It is based on finding out why, but exclusively without God. It would be like not trying to study a pig, only pigs without bones. It doesn't quite ever work. If you remove the bones, somehow, the pig is, or will be, dead nearly instantaneously. So goes most theory. Actually, what is the funniest thing, is most of the theories that exclude God end up producing another version of God... some form of infinity... such as infinite, untouchable, unknowable, dimensions. And then, after coming right back to a face of God, it still tries to suggest that it isn't God. It is merely an anti-religion, one which simply is just another religion. Uhrm, and not a very good one. At least santanism began with wisdom and merely corrupted it. But to not even start with wisdom? Funny thing is, in the coming attack, they will be even bigger targets than I am. Even their own know that they have fed too deeply at the trough, time for other more equal pigs. Scientists may eventually be a forced ally, just... they won't ever be all that trustworthy. Many of them fought to have us all enslaved, they just didn't think it would affect them.
I was planning on housecleaning today, and that might still happen. I have been doing bits and pieces of that through the week. Laundry is done save for three loads which are simply too small to mess with. Dishes are being done here and there. Meats have been thawed, chicken gizzards then fried drumsticks were cooked yesterday, the last of the drumsticks eaten today. Trash has been tended. Areas are being hit, just bit by bit so far. But, as I said, it has been rough without medicines and vitamins. I did want to see how fast my blood pressure would go up, anyway. I also wanted to see how dropping medicines cold turkey would go. It wasn't as bad as that one time, which makes me think that was an anomaly. The doctors say that can kill at my levels of medication. I suppose it can kill some. Going back on them, full speed, as I have, is also said to be potentially lethal. I think doctors worry too much.
Coffee is finished. A shot of that, some tunes, some Anacin, and maybe to work in an hour or three. Ugh but this is a rough day, again, if a little better already... probably due to medicines. Oh, I might have to try Valerian, for the body cramps. If I can find it. Thanks for the notion, D.C. Later.
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I've been having a really tough time. Yesterday I realized I hadn't been taking medicine for some number of days and promised to get right on that. Well, today is as close to being right on that as I could get. Sleep has been light and weak, focus went to crap, life just became a bit rough. Aches and pains, I think a bit from bad sleep, sitting too long again, and very possibly from simply not taking the vitamins I do need. It has made fighting back to mornings more difficult, if I am getting there, very roughly. In comparison, think of an airplane coming in without landing gear. Without any real snow to speak of, tomorrow's swimming lesson is on so I will have to figure out how to be in the pool by noon thirty.
Oh, we got a bit of snow last night. We were supposed to get an inch, but even that prediction, made eight hours before the "storm" was overblown. Even on this, a cold only very partly sunny at any time day has seen what was on my drive melted off. Way too funny. I wonder if they could just exchange the sports reporter with the weatherman and have no difference in predictions. Where is Al Gore when you need him? Probably out saving polar bears with his finally released second chakra? Manbearpig indeed.
I keep trying to figure why academia is always wrong. I think the simplest answer is the best. Science, especially theory though that is used by even practical sciences and engineering, is no longer based upon finding out why, asking questions, observing, and then making theories, objectively. It is based on finding out why, but exclusively without God. It would be like not trying to study a pig, only pigs without bones. It doesn't quite ever work. If you remove the bones, somehow, the pig is, or will be, dead nearly instantaneously. So goes most theory. Actually, what is the funniest thing, is most of the theories that exclude God end up producing another version of God... some form of infinity... such as infinite, untouchable, unknowable, dimensions. And then, after coming right back to a face of God, it still tries to suggest that it isn't God. It is merely an anti-religion, one which simply is just another religion. Uhrm, and not a very good one. At least santanism began with wisdom and merely corrupted it. But to not even start with wisdom? Funny thing is, in the coming attack, they will be even bigger targets than I am. Even their own know that they have fed too deeply at the trough, time for other more equal pigs. Scientists may eventually be a forced ally, just... they won't ever be all that trustworthy. Many of them fought to have us all enslaved, they just didn't think it would affect them.
I was planning on housecleaning today, and that might still happen. I have been doing bits and pieces of that through the week. Laundry is done save for three loads which are simply too small to mess with. Dishes are being done here and there. Meats have been thawed, chicken gizzards then fried drumsticks were cooked yesterday, the last of the drumsticks eaten today. Trash has been tended. Areas are being hit, just bit by bit so far. But, as I said, it has been rough without medicines and vitamins. I did want to see how fast my blood pressure would go up, anyway. I also wanted to see how dropping medicines cold turkey would go. It wasn't as bad as that one time, which makes me think that was an anomaly. The doctors say that can kill at my levels of medication. I suppose it can kill some. Going back on them, full speed, as I have, is also said to be potentially lethal. I think doctors worry too much.
Coffee is finished. A shot of that, some tunes, some Anacin, and maybe to work in an hour or three. Ugh but this is a rough day, again, if a little better already... probably due to medicines. Oh, I might have to try Valerian, for the body cramps. If I can find it. Thanks for the notion, D.C. Later.
Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Reading comprehension, people.
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While I definitely did suggest that the theme of Ozzy's Iron Man may well be fulfilled, I also suggested that, even if I feel I have some claim to such justice, and that what I am doing and the best way to obtain that justice happened to coincide, I also simply said that this was not my goal. I do not seek vengeance, justice, or payback.
Simply, if I had my druthers, I would stay right where I am. I would find a wife and have children. I would be a part of the process or avoid it, depending on what I saw as best for me. As is I am being forced out by the choices of others. It isn't just by the feminine and non-taxpayer votes. It is by a group of men who have abdicated their responsibilities to these others in order to do whatever they wish. It is a system, created by that whole group of things, that has become corrupt, socialist, even murderous.
I have no choice in the matter. I haven't my whole life, save that I could have stood up for change long ago and didn't. Then again, I was all but in a coma for the last 25 years. What was your excuse, by the way?
Why I even care about this nation? These people? Because there are some, still, worth saving. If I feel more like Lott than Batman, you will have to forgive... or not. It isn't really the people, though. These, you, are the only people I have known, and more people than you can imagine. But that isn't all of it. It is the ideal, of a constitutional and law abiding nation, and where that can lead people. To watch a great people, the pinnacle of all societies for all times, flushing that goodness for... baubles, raunch, and whatever else the various groups are vying for... is like watching someone burn down their grand old home, which had been passed down to them through many generations, ostensibly to stay warm. While you are warm, it is about to get cold, very cold. I don't wish to freeze with you or just wait for you to take what I had thought was mine, or my life, for pointing out that you were responsible for your choices. You are, you know.
Those of you who are right-minded, but stuck here? I would suggest you hide your guns. I would recommend you stock up and conceal your stocks. I would recommend you only associate with known others of a similar mind, excluding liberals and other socialist types, or those who do not store up, for these people will either directly or indirectly come for your stuff and they will kill you for it, as a mob. And then wait and hope. If no man will step forward to right things, you will know hardship like you have never known before. Actually, that is a foregone economic reality. The difference is, you may not have the choices that have been available to you your whole lives as to fixing that. You will be forced into privation. Don't wait too long for someone to step up. Make sure you understand what has to change and be willing to force the issue, and make sure that whoever leads understands. Don't follow Hitler to beat Stalin. Don't do deals with the Devil, or take short cuts. Do this... in force... and I would happily return. Don't do it and I will leave you to your chosen fate. I haven't escaped, yet, though. But the clock is ticking either way.
Vengeance is God's. But it seems He may be... sharing it out. I don't even have to wash my hands of it, because I have no more power than you. Further, your only hope regarding me helping lies with me doing the very thing that would otherwise seem a form of vengeance. Odd, as I wrote, how things work out. God sure can play that fiddle. I would not even consider giving me grief about it though, if you still don't understand. I will explain things more explicitly, in whatever form is necessary, should I be pressed.
All of this could be avoided by simply changing who votes. Right now. Today. One way or another. That is all it would take.
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While I definitely did suggest that the theme of Ozzy's Iron Man may well be fulfilled, I also suggested that, even if I feel I have some claim to such justice, and that what I am doing and the best way to obtain that justice happened to coincide, I also simply said that this was not my goal. I do not seek vengeance, justice, or payback.
Simply, if I had my druthers, I would stay right where I am. I would find a wife and have children. I would be a part of the process or avoid it, depending on what I saw as best for me. As is I am being forced out by the choices of others. It isn't just by the feminine and non-taxpayer votes. It is by a group of men who have abdicated their responsibilities to these others in order to do whatever they wish. It is a system, created by that whole group of things, that has become corrupt, socialist, even murderous.
I have no choice in the matter. I haven't my whole life, save that I could have stood up for change long ago and didn't. Then again, I was all but in a coma for the last 25 years. What was your excuse, by the way?
Why I even care about this nation? These people? Because there are some, still, worth saving. If I feel more like Lott than Batman, you will have to forgive... or not. It isn't really the people, though. These, you, are the only people I have known, and more people than you can imagine. But that isn't all of it. It is the ideal, of a constitutional and law abiding nation, and where that can lead people. To watch a great people, the pinnacle of all societies for all times, flushing that goodness for... baubles, raunch, and whatever else the various groups are vying for... is like watching someone burn down their grand old home, which had been passed down to them through many generations, ostensibly to stay warm. While you are warm, it is about to get cold, very cold. I don't wish to freeze with you or just wait for you to take what I had thought was mine, or my life, for pointing out that you were responsible for your choices. You are, you know.
Those of you who are right-minded, but stuck here? I would suggest you hide your guns. I would recommend you stock up and conceal your stocks. I would recommend you only associate with known others of a similar mind, excluding liberals and other socialist types, or those who do not store up, for these people will either directly or indirectly come for your stuff and they will kill you for it, as a mob. And then wait and hope. If no man will step forward to right things, you will know hardship like you have never known before. Actually, that is a foregone economic reality. The difference is, you may not have the choices that have been available to you your whole lives as to fixing that. You will be forced into privation. Don't wait too long for someone to step up. Make sure you understand what has to change and be willing to force the issue, and make sure that whoever leads understands. Don't follow Hitler to beat Stalin. Don't do deals with the Devil, or take short cuts. Do this... in force... and I would happily return. Don't do it and I will leave you to your chosen fate. I haven't escaped, yet, though. But the clock is ticking either way.
Vengeance is God's. But it seems He may be... sharing it out. I don't even have to wash my hands of it, because I have no more power than you. Further, your only hope regarding me helping lies with me doing the very thing that would otherwise seem a form of vengeance. Odd, as I wrote, how things work out. God sure can play that fiddle. I would not even consider giving me grief about it though, if you still don't understand. I will explain things more explicitly, in whatever form is necessary, should I be pressed.
All of this could be avoided by simply changing who votes. Right now. Today. One way or another. That is all it would take.
You thought Iron Man was... fibbing... maybe?
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Ah, but my friends, you should see who the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) is... targeting. These are non-traditional firing range targets being printed for the DHS. Remember, don't hesitate! h/t BadBlue Guns
Oh, and the DHS just finished purchasing 2 Billion bullets in the last 10 months.
Well, I ought to get to something. Have a great day.
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Ah, but my friends, you should see who the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) is... targeting. These are non-traditional firing range targets being printed for the DHS. Remember, don't hesitate! h/t BadBlue Guns
Oh, and the DHS just finished purchasing 2 Billion bullets in the last 10 months.
Well, I ought to get to something. Have a great day.
Busted up?
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I keep pushing. I need more sleep, but then push my day too long and throw in doing things that push even that. Then I try to sleep too little. Well, yeah, I'm going to have to fix that. It takes so long, after waking, to begin working though. I feel like I was just thrown from one of the better bulls at the rodeo, and he wasn't gentle about it and came back to give me a bit more of his outrage at my presumption about riding him. I did get most of my laundry done, what I am going to do. I did wash and dry my bedding, and of course put it back on my bed, including blankets, last night. I have been doing little bits of this and that, to get my home sorted. So it isn't a complete right-off. Most likely, when I skip swimming, I end up with a surplus of juice. But if I am not going to the pool it is because I need down time, thus I end up stuck between needing rest and needing a workout. It makes sense if I don't quite have a solution for this new thing. And to kick off the morning with a start, clearing my sinuses the proper way ended with me having a gusher, if short lived as it turns out, of a nose bleed. *gush* Add that to a minor headache and I already have something, many things, to complain about already. Me likey. :p
No snow? I expected it last night. And from the bit I had heard, it was supposed to be a ton of snow coming in. They didn't have how much, or where, exactly, true. But they were talking like it was going to be epic, from the west on through to the plains. I was thinking Boston, under three feet, or even a foot, epic. A revisit seems to indicate my area will get a whopping... 1"-3", over the whole course of the storm. Really? I suppose I could just decide to hate weathermen, even when their miscalculations and threats of snowmagedon turn in my favor, but I won't. I just have to remember, while they are figuring out 'warmal colding'*, they don't have a lot of time for the little things, like figuring out the weather a day or two in advance and reporting it. *h/t Dr. John M. Ray for the term warmal colding (I don't hate, and I only beat up on some "academics"... you know who you are, and aren't.)
I think I sat in this chair, in spite of getting some things done, way to long. Then I slept wrong, again. Oh, and I forgot medication for the last... three days? Yeah, well, I'll fix that today... in a bit. Hey, it didn't kill me and what doesn't kill me makes me feel like I'm back in the shit. Ah, for the happy times. Well, on with my day. You ought to get to it too, you know. They might be paying you just to sit there, but you have to at least... well, you ARE reading. I suppose that counts.
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I keep pushing. I need more sleep, but then push my day too long and throw in doing things that push even that. Then I try to sleep too little. Well, yeah, I'm going to have to fix that. It takes so long, after waking, to begin working though. I feel like I was just thrown from one of the better bulls at the rodeo, and he wasn't gentle about it and came back to give me a bit more of his outrage at my presumption about riding him. I did get most of my laundry done, what I am going to do. I did wash and dry my bedding, and of course put it back on my bed, including blankets, last night. I have been doing little bits of this and that, to get my home sorted. So it isn't a complete right-off. Most likely, when I skip swimming, I end up with a surplus of juice. But if I am not going to the pool it is because I need down time, thus I end up stuck between needing rest and needing a workout. It makes sense if I don't quite have a solution for this new thing. And to kick off the morning with a start, clearing my sinuses the proper way ended with me having a gusher, if short lived as it turns out, of a nose bleed. *gush* Add that to a minor headache and I already have something, many things, to complain about already. Me likey. :p
No snow? I expected it last night. And from the bit I had heard, it was supposed to be a ton of snow coming in. They didn't have how much, or where, exactly, true. But they were talking like it was going to be epic, from the west on through to the plains. I was thinking Boston, under three feet, or even a foot, epic. A revisit seems to indicate my area will get a whopping... 1"-3", over the whole course of the storm. Really? I suppose I could just decide to hate weathermen, even when their miscalculations and threats of snowmagedon turn in my favor, but I won't. I just have to remember, while they are figuring out 'warmal colding'*, they don't have a lot of time for the little things, like figuring out the weather a day or two in advance and reporting it. *h/t Dr. John M. Ray for the term warmal colding (I don't hate, and I only beat up on some "academics"... you know who you are, and aren't.)
I think I sat in this chair, in spite of getting some things done, way to long. Then I slept wrong, again. Oh, and I forgot medication for the last... three days? Yeah, well, I'll fix that today... in a bit. Hey, it didn't kill me and what doesn't kill me makes me feel like I'm back in the shit. Ah, for the happy times. Well, on with my day. You ought to get to it too, you know. They might be paying you just to sit there, but you have to at least... well, you ARE reading. I suppose that counts.
Very odd how things work out. Wodan to be sure?
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If what I see as the future is true, and I see nothing to change it, a song long forgotten might be fulfilled.
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If what I see as the future is true, and I see nothing to change it, a song long forgotten might be fulfilled.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
I think the machine is working?
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The store my neighbor recommended did have the belt I needed, on tap thankfully. As for the other belt, though, they had three and weren't sure which one my machine takes. It was a bear even for them, with the serial and model numbers. I do feel better about having so much trouble finding the belt, and rather satisfied that I did in fact find the correct belt when I decided to get serious. The other belt (drive belt), though, I'll worry about after this snow. I just hope the machine holds up... something sounds just a touch off. We will see. Now, I got the old new belt out and the new new belt in just fine. But the engaging cord was too tight. I didn't want to tinker with it... urhm, okay, that isn't true. I wanted to tinker with it, and figure it out, but I wasn't willing to risk breaking it with the snows set to start tonight. So I called the neighbor that had tightened it last time and he came by to set it up. I watched to see how to do that. Next time I will know. Not bad for my first machine teardown and rebuild in... ever?
I keep thinking about things, and from my assessment, I keep coming to the same conclusions. America has decided to commit political suicide. Further, it makes complete sense. When a woman is left to her own devices she will end up suicidal at some point, possibly several points, and probably in any case, the only difference being the depth of the despair which will have some connection to whether she is in a committed relationship or not. Add her voice to the political machinations and the solution is no different, it is final. Some say women, bereft of men to lead in their personal lives, will threaten, and in fact act out, suicide. Whether to get attention, or in seeking some sort of leadership, or because that is their default to counter being adrift and alone among disinterested men none can be sure. But the... surety of it is not in question. I suppose, if this is the end of America, the epitaph could be... "Killed by a little pussy". Sadly fitting, but funny too. Free enough, yet, baby?
.
The store my neighbor recommended did have the belt I needed, on tap thankfully. As for the other belt, though, they had three and weren't sure which one my machine takes. It was a bear even for them, with the serial and model numbers. I do feel better about having so much trouble finding the belt, and rather satisfied that I did in fact find the correct belt when I decided to get serious. The other belt (drive belt), though, I'll worry about after this snow. I just hope the machine holds up... something sounds just a touch off. We will see. Now, I got the old new belt out and the new new belt in just fine. But the engaging cord was too tight. I didn't want to tinker with it... urhm, okay, that isn't true. I wanted to tinker with it, and figure it out, but I wasn't willing to risk breaking it with the snows set to start tonight. So I called the neighbor that had tightened it last time and he came by to set it up. I watched to see how to do that. Next time I will know. Not bad for my first machine teardown and rebuild in... ever?
I keep thinking about things, and from my assessment, I keep coming to the same conclusions. America has decided to commit political suicide. Further, it makes complete sense. When a woman is left to her own devices she will end up suicidal at some point, possibly several points, and probably in any case, the only difference being the depth of the despair which will have some connection to whether she is in a committed relationship or not. Add her voice to the political machinations and the solution is no different, it is final. Some say women, bereft of men to lead in their personal lives, will threaten, and in fact act out, suicide. Whether to get attention, or in seeking some sort of leadership, or because that is their default to counter being adrift and alone among disinterested men none can be sure. But the... surety of it is not in question. I suppose, if this is the end of America, the epitaph could be... "Killed by a little pussy". Sadly fitting, but funny too. Free enough, yet, baby?
Finally, a good night of rest.
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Yep, I think I simply pushed far too hard last week. All good though. Doing that from time to time works my endurance, which is the weakest link in my survival kit at this time. Strength, if not exceptional or even truly good, is generally... enough. If that doesn't mean I will leave it there. Speed and will are still good. So, I guess I don't mind. I do regret having really poor sleep for a while after doing such things though. I don't just desire good sleep, I need it. As I said though, I got that good sleep again last night for the first time since last Thursday. Now I believe I can catch my breath and beginning realigning my day schedule.
I didn't quite make it up by morning. Going to down at 5:00, due to laundry, I set the alarm for noon and was up by noon thirty, give or take. An hour has already passed and I am not even sure what happened to pass that much time. I hate that lost time. I am hoping, with exercise, I will soon be able to cut how much time is simply lost. I have some doubts that all of my time can be my own. I do hope I can cobble multi hour long sessions together per day and limit lost time moments to little per-designed pockets. At this point anywhere from half to three quarters of my time is simply lost to the nether.
With clean clothes, and all of it put up or hung up, I am feeling better. Life just works better when at least some parts of domestic life are tended rightly, and in a reliable repair for immediate use. I need to get a shower, then get to town. I could call before heading out. The worry is that the belt I need will simply not be in stock. It isn't like I haven't been working on getting a belt, if my efforts were rather lame as it turns out. And yet, when doing something new, until a system is created, that is probably as good as it gets? Yeah, most likely.
Time to kick the machine over and put a fire in the belly. A week of snow? Really? I at least hope this will refill the water holes from last year's drought. That would make it worth it. And the snow does give me a solid thing to grumble about. I was trained to desire a minimum of one thing a day for such usage, the more somehow being the merrier. It makes pessimism much more tolerable, downright enjoyable, like a game. And it allows me to laugh even while the world burns. I'm off.
Good day.
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Yep, I think I simply pushed far too hard last week. All good though. Doing that from time to time works my endurance, which is the weakest link in my survival kit at this time. Strength, if not exceptional or even truly good, is generally... enough. If that doesn't mean I will leave it there. Speed and will are still good. So, I guess I don't mind. I do regret having really poor sleep for a while after doing such things though. I don't just desire good sleep, I need it. As I said though, I got that good sleep again last night for the first time since last Thursday. Now I believe I can catch my breath and beginning realigning my day schedule.
I didn't quite make it up by morning. Going to down at 5:00, due to laundry, I set the alarm for noon and was up by noon thirty, give or take. An hour has already passed and I am not even sure what happened to pass that much time. I hate that lost time. I am hoping, with exercise, I will soon be able to cut how much time is simply lost. I have some doubts that all of my time can be my own. I do hope I can cobble multi hour long sessions together per day and limit lost time moments to little per-designed pockets. At this point anywhere from half to three quarters of my time is simply lost to the nether.
With clean clothes, and all of it put up or hung up, I am feeling better. Life just works better when at least some parts of domestic life are tended rightly, and in a reliable repair for immediate use. I need to get a shower, then get to town. I could call before heading out. The worry is that the belt I need will simply not be in stock. It isn't like I haven't been working on getting a belt, if my efforts were rather lame as it turns out. And yet, when doing something new, until a system is created, that is probably as good as it gets? Yeah, most likely.
Time to kick the machine over and put a fire in the belly. A week of snow? Really? I at least hope this will refill the water holes from last year's drought. That would make it worth it. And the snow does give me a solid thing to grumble about. I was trained to desire a minimum of one thing a day for such usage, the more somehow being the merrier. It makes pessimism much more tolerable, downright enjoyable, like a game. And it allows me to laugh even while the world burns. I'm off.
Good day.
Far too late. Things did get done though.
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With sleep being a bit off I have to expect late nights. A load of dishes was washed, another load set to soak, and three loads of laundry completed. The last load, of thermal shirts mostly, will just have to dry on it's own. The rest of the clothes have been hung or put away, including clothes from my last wash which had simply been left on the couch. Nothing fancy, but I was happy with what I did. If I am not happy that I am pulling up lame for swimming. Ugh, I best look over the weather reports. If it is going to snow too much I may have to postpone my swimming lesson, if I think I heard that the day of the lessons it is supposed to be a light snow day. I ought to contact my coach and make some kind of agreement about these things though.
Off to bed. Good night.
.
With sleep being a bit off I have to expect late nights. A load of dishes was washed, another load set to soak, and three loads of laundry completed. The last load, of thermal shirts mostly, will just have to dry on it's own. The rest of the clothes have been hung or put away, including clothes from my last wash which had simply been left on the couch. Nothing fancy, but I was happy with what I did. If I am not happy that I am pulling up lame for swimming. Ugh, I best look over the weather reports. If it is going to snow too much I may have to postpone my swimming lesson, if I think I heard that the day of the lessons it is supposed to be a light snow day. I ought to contact my coach and make some kind of agreement about these things though.
Off to bed. Good night.
Monday, February 18, 2013
So strange.
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I read here and there from people who have known their whole lives. They remember the streets they ran as children, the homes they lived in which are sometimes still occupied by family. They have their memory flood their mind when they return home. They know places so intimately that a scratch, or something out of place, will be noticed. I... can't even imagine such. I am, and always have been, alone and of myself. My memories of the past consist of people, and temporary abodes. Thousands, tens of thousands of people, come and gone. Places I barely recall, and easily incorrectly.
I know my home better than I have ever known a place, having been here going on three years now. And I will, probably, learn it even better as health returns. It is all I have. And, even now, I know it may be temporary. I may be leaving in a year or two, less, more. It is a great sadness that as I finally find health, I may need to flee for my freedom, even life, from the very nation that raised me. I suppose that is just as it has to be.
I wish I could say that I am jealous of those who have known a world, constancy. But then being tied to a world as it crumbles is... a pain I will not know. I have little to lose, nothing I haven't lost before. I am honestly not sure who to pity most, in an objective manner, if what I see is sure and soon. I do believe that more, most, should know constancy, to a greater degree. But the constancy America became known for was surrendered long ago, in a bid by some men to make sure their future counterparts would gain control, as they have. And in that gaining of power, constancy had to end. That most are only acting as they would be expected to act... means they cannot fully be held accountable. But it is those people who will pay the price, many for their very own actions. Given enough rope, I suppose, most men will well and truly hang themselves... If it isn't men, in this case.
It is disturbing to realize that the artifacts of the past are just about to become exactly that. The houses might be the same, the dishes and cutlery all kept in the same place, the television in the same room, against the same wall, if perpetually updated. But the inhabitants will no longer be free citizens. They will go from being free to being subjects, and they will mostly go along with it. Those who disagree will either flee or lose their freedom more completely than the others. Who knows how many will be killed, outright, just as examples. Most will go on living, in a new paradigm, without a blink, but with fear in their hearts. And an understanding that they must surrender whatever is asked or lose it and even more of their freedoms. No, I am not sure who has it worse... those who knew a regular, true, steady life... or those of us who knew nothing and will be losing only a nation we all combined once celebrated, fought to defend or enhance, worked in, and... loved.
I hate missing swimming. As I have said though, as long as I keep up, get back in when I can, and I do quite well, that it works out for now. Missing a swim after pushing too hard is actually more beneficial than pushing to absolute exhaustion. This is fine. It will give me the time to prepare for the next swims. After I get my feet under me again, it should give me time to also begin working on my home. I could not get to laundry and only put a load of dishes to soak, sum total, yesterday. Well, and maybe it will give me what I need in time and energy to get the snow blower fixed, too. Gah! I will try to be up and out by tomorrow morning, to get to the store. I have the model and serial number and did a check tonight. I compared that part number with what was on the other belts I purchased and it is different. It is worth a shot to try and track it down. Double Gah!
Later.
.
I read here and there from people who have known their whole lives. They remember the streets they ran as children, the homes they lived in which are sometimes still occupied by family. They have their memory flood their mind when they return home. They know places so intimately that a scratch, or something out of place, will be noticed. I... can't even imagine such. I am, and always have been, alone and of myself. My memories of the past consist of people, and temporary abodes. Thousands, tens of thousands of people, come and gone. Places I barely recall, and easily incorrectly.
I know my home better than I have ever known a place, having been here going on three years now. And I will, probably, learn it even better as health returns. It is all I have. And, even now, I know it may be temporary. I may be leaving in a year or two, less, more. It is a great sadness that as I finally find health, I may need to flee for my freedom, even life, from the very nation that raised me. I suppose that is just as it has to be.
I wish I could say that I am jealous of those who have known a world, constancy. But then being tied to a world as it crumbles is... a pain I will not know. I have little to lose, nothing I haven't lost before. I am honestly not sure who to pity most, in an objective manner, if what I see is sure and soon. I do believe that more, most, should know constancy, to a greater degree. But the constancy America became known for was surrendered long ago, in a bid by some men to make sure their future counterparts would gain control, as they have. And in that gaining of power, constancy had to end. That most are only acting as they would be expected to act... means they cannot fully be held accountable. But it is those people who will pay the price, many for their very own actions. Given enough rope, I suppose, most men will well and truly hang themselves... If it isn't men, in this case.
It is disturbing to realize that the artifacts of the past are just about to become exactly that. The houses might be the same, the dishes and cutlery all kept in the same place, the television in the same room, against the same wall, if perpetually updated. But the inhabitants will no longer be free citizens. They will go from being free to being subjects, and they will mostly go along with it. Those who disagree will either flee or lose their freedom more completely than the others. Who knows how many will be killed, outright, just as examples. Most will go on living, in a new paradigm, without a blink, but with fear in their hearts. And an understanding that they must surrender whatever is asked or lose it and even more of their freedoms. No, I am not sure who has it worse... those who knew a regular, true, steady life... or those of us who knew nothing and will be losing only a nation we all combined once celebrated, fought to defend or enhance, worked in, and... loved.
I hate missing swimming. As I have said though, as long as I keep up, get back in when I can, and I do quite well, that it works out for now. Missing a swim after pushing too hard is actually more beneficial than pushing to absolute exhaustion. This is fine. It will give me the time to prepare for the next swims. After I get my feet under me again, it should give me time to also begin working on my home. I could not get to laundry and only put a load of dishes to soak, sum total, yesterday. Well, and maybe it will give me what I need in time and energy to get the snow blower fixed, too. Gah! I will try to be up and out by tomorrow morning, to get to the store. I have the model and serial number and did a check tonight. I compared that part number with what was on the other belts I purchased and it is different. It is worth a shot to try and track it down. Double Gah!
Later.
Rough day.
.
.
No, I won't be swimming. I'm still in recovery from swimming last week. Actually, I am thinking I will skip swimming today and tomorrow, if I will get into town. I need to try to track down a belt for the snow blower. We have a week of snow coming in and I am simply not up to shoveling all that. I mean a week, straight, of snow... on each day. It starts tomorrow evening. I may actually call around to a couple of places today.
I've been sleeping wrongly, somehow. My guess is last week saw more output than what I have seen sum total up to that week in the pool. Music really is a pusher that way. Speed, distance, shorter rests, all of it, added up. Now, it will get me going but I'm not quite ready. With lessons coming up, I want to be able to have something to put in, and once they start part of my pool time will be focused on improvements, which will be performed at a slower speed in order to do them right. That should help pace things, for now.
As for women being different? Sometimes, and generally, they understand and speak English. But their core, that which interprets what was said, spoken, read, written, seen, and heard... that is not a logic device, or... the logic isn't based on how logic is defined, or with the ends of defined logic. It is why women can and do enjoy the fanciful a great deal more, while denying it. What is odd is that while women enjoy such things, as a rule, they are terrible at creating it. Look through history, museums, and even pop top authorship (but more specifically the classics) to realize the truth of the matter. I have seen inside the mind of a woman or two. It is alien, emotion based, with an emphasis on losing to a winner. They are completely based on the pscycho-sexual and interpersonal. A few have a bit more capacity for a bit more classic logic, but... it's a dog and pony trick, almost purely. While, in one way, it is all about them... it is right until it isn't. It then becomes about the processes that involve them, so... sort of about them but not quite, or not personally. This latter is why women collude, despite nearly hating each other, save when they... love each other, either as a furtherance of loving themselves or in an aberration dealing with the processes that involve them. Well... that's about as good as I can do, from what I've seen.
Men? Food, love to include and more strongly based on sex, a logical approach to the world, and simply figuring things out. If we can't control, we want to know where the boundaries are both with the world and within ourselves. Testing, testing, testing. We will break things and ourselves finding out. We are quite simple. While I have an idea about women, I know that as soon as you square one of their circles it can and might well change, whether you, they, or it wants to or not. It is like describing the shape of water... There are principles, a mass by volume, rules that generally are true, but there is much that is just... well... random.
When I speak to women I know that almost anything I physically say has very little to do with what she hears or is listening for or to. I have learned, to a degree, to speak in some of the other... languages? I have to think about it, to a degree, if I want something specific to be heard (they don't, if they also don't consciously know what they are saying or understand directly what they are hearing). All of their communication goes into a black box and they react to it's output, and think more about it later. I can only interpret, roughly, what they are saying in those non-verbal languages... I'm always sort of guessing. If I seem to be good at it... when I choose to bother with it. I will only say this... whatever a woman tells you, if there is mutual interest? Ignore. She isn't telling you anything, she is asking you. If you wish, and she wants, you simply tell her. She will believe, even if you tell her the sky is a reddish purple in spite of it being blue, if you say the rest of it rightly for her 'ears'. Facts aren't important, or even needed to be true, if you are true, or at least they decide you are true enough.
Why are women weaker, subservient? Aren't we all children of God? Of course. But while men are the direct sons, women are the daughters of God AND men. Lilith failed... She failed herself. She failed man. She failed God.
Just... some thoughts. There, you have my most recently revised notes on teh womenz. :p
Later.
.
No, I won't be swimming. I'm still in recovery from swimming last week. Actually, I am thinking I will skip swimming today and tomorrow, if I will get into town. I need to try to track down a belt for the snow blower. We have a week of snow coming in and I am simply not up to shoveling all that. I mean a week, straight, of snow... on each day. It starts tomorrow evening. I may actually call around to a couple of places today.
I've been sleeping wrongly, somehow. My guess is last week saw more output than what I have seen sum total up to that week in the pool. Music really is a pusher that way. Speed, distance, shorter rests, all of it, added up. Now, it will get me going but I'm not quite ready. With lessons coming up, I want to be able to have something to put in, and once they start part of my pool time will be focused on improvements, which will be performed at a slower speed in order to do them right. That should help pace things, for now.
As for women being different? Sometimes, and generally, they understand and speak English. But their core, that which interprets what was said, spoken, read, written, seen, and heard... that is not a logic device, or... the logic isn't based on how logic is defined, or with the ends of defined logic. It is why women can and do enjoy the fanciful a great deal more, while denying it. What is odd is that while women enjoy such things, as a rule, they are terrible at creating it. Look through history, museums, and even pop top authorship (but more specifically the classics) to realize the truth of the matter. I have seen inside the mind of a woman or two. It is alien, emotion based, with an emphasis on losing to a winner. They are completely based on the pscycho-sexual and interpersonal. A few have a bit more capacity for a bit more classic logic, but... it's a dog and pony trick, almost purely. While, in one way, it is all about them... it is right until it isn't. It then becomes about the processes that involve them, so... sort of about them but not quite, or not personally. This latter is why women collude, despite nearly hating each other, save when they... love each other, either as a furtherance of loving themselves or in an aberration dealing with the processes that involve them. Well... that's about as good as I can do, from what I've seen.
Men? Food, love to include and more strongly based on sex, a logical approach to the world, and simply figuring things out. If we can't control, we want to know where the boundaries are both with the world and within ourselves. Testing, testing, testing. We will break things and ourselves finding out. We are quite simple. While I have an idea about women, I know that as soon as you square one of their circles it can and might well change, whether you, they, or it wants to or not. It is like describing the shape of water... There are principles, a mass by volume, rules that generally are true, but there is much that is just... well... random.
When I speak to women I know that almost anything I physically say has very little to do with what she hears or is listening for or to. I have learned, to a degree, to speak in some of the other... languages? I have to think about it, to a degree, if I want something specific to be heard (they don't, if they also don't consciously know what they are saying or understand directly what they are hearing). All of their communication goes into a black box and they react to it's output, and think more about it later. I can only interpret, roughly, what they are saying in those non-verbal languages... I'm always sort of guessing. If I seem to be good at it... when I choose to bother with it. I will only say this... whatever a woman tells you, if there is mutual interest? Ignore. She isn't telling you anything, she is asking you. If you wish, and she wants, you simply tell her. She will believe, even if you tell her the sky is a reddish purple in spite of it being blue, if you say the rest of it rightly for her 'ears'. Facts aren't important, or even needed to be true, if you are true, or at least they decide you are true enough.
Why are women weaker, subservient? Aren't we all children of God? Of course. But while men are the direct sons, women are the daughters of God AND men. Lilith failed... She failed herself. She failed man. She failed God.
Just... some thoughts. There, you have my most recently revised notes on teh womenz. :p
Later.
Sunday, February 17, 2013
So, what is it your woman needs?
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.
Since I all but laugh at what "sex education" proffers as advise, or truth, or wisdom, what it is that I see? There are things I could say. I could write more or less. I could discuss this topic or that, that aspect or this. But I think there is one woman who recognizes a large part of it in a song. I will let her describe their need, sing of it in their tongue.
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Since I all but laugh at what "sex education" proffers as advise, or truth, or wisdom, what it is that I see? There are things I could say. I could write more or less. I could discuss this topic or that, that aspect or this. But I think there is one woman who recognizes a large part of it in a song. I will let her describe their need, sing of it in their tongue.
Still feeling it.
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Okay, truth be told, my innards are feeling rough, and have off and on since my last swim. At first I wondered if some organ or three were protesting this or that. After a bit of testing I actually think its my intestines, mostly. A bit gassy, if not exhibiting that outwardly and thankfully. When I press on my stomach I can hear gurgling and feel little pops. My guess? As my body is tightening, there is a smaller and smaller cavity for those innards and muscle is encroaching while also not being as easy to negotiate as fat was. It is akin to donning a man corset, this of a biological nature. And, yes, it is happening that fast. At this rate, D.C., if he had met me up to the New Year would almost not recognize me by the time we hit Burning Man, and that assuming only swimming continues. If I get started on straight weights, and get even a month or two in on those by then, no one would recognize me. My mother will be seeing me in June, and I think she will be absolutely flabbergasted. I just hope the changes do not frighten her. But women have a way of trading fright for... beautiful things, though, too.
Can you believe... I could still be on the heart transplant list? *grins*
Never mind. I will be taking it somewhat easy today. I hope to do a load of dishes and a load or three of laundry. With enough hangers, again, finally, I should have an easy time putting my clothes up. I hate folding shirts, then trying to find a place to put them. Ten of my shirts, even pressing the folds, fills a large drawer to overflowing. Trash, maybe recycling, and the cat litter will be changed as well, I hope. I am running a bit slow and a bit rough, what with my gizzard and gullet giving me grief. I'll... figure it out. What is more exciting? My first swimming lesson will happen this week! What worries me about lessons is that I may have to slow down to practice particular strokes or such. Then again, that might make shifting to three practices a week more applicable... splitting my time in the pool between slower instruction swims and all out workouts. The goal, if I can do that, is then to push my swims to hour sessions by April, May at the latest.
I suppose I should begin tinkering. I had a hard sleep and a late rise. No problem, I'm working on these things. Later.
.
Okay, truth be told, my innards are feeling rough, and have off and on since my last swim. At first I wondered if some organ or three were protesting this or that. After a bit of testing I actually think its my intestines, mostly. A bit gassy, if not exhibiting that outwardly and thankfully. When I press on my stomach I can hear gurgling and feel little pops. My guess? As my body is tightening, there is a smaller and smaller cavity for those innards and muscle is encroaching while also not being as easy to negotiate as fat was. It is akin to donning a man corset, this of a biological nature. And, yes, it is happening that fast. At this rate, D.C., if he had met me up to the New Year would almost not recognize me by the time we hit Burning Man, and that assuming only swimming continues. If I get started on straight weights, and get even a month or two in on those by then, no one would recognize me. My mother will be seeing me in June, and I think she will be absolutely flabbergasted. I just hope the changes do not frighten her. But women have a way of trading fright for... beautiful things, though, too.
Can you believe... I could still be on the heart transplant list? *grins*
Never mind. I will be taking it somewhat easy today. I hope to do a load of dishes and a load or three of laundry. With enough hangers, again, finally, I should have an easy time putting my clothes up. I hate folding shirts, then trying to find a place to put them. Ten of my shirts, even pressing the folds, fills a large drawer to overflowing. Trash, maybe recycling, and the cat litter will be changed as well, I hope. I am running a bit slow and a bit rough, what with my gizzard and gullet giving me grief. I'll... figure it out. What is more exciting? My first swimming lesson will happen this week! What worries me about lessons is that I may have to slow down to practice particular strokes or such. Then again, that might make shifting to three practices a week more applicable... splitting my time in the pool between slower instruction swims and all out workouts. The goal, if I can do that, is then to push my swims to hour sessions by April, May at the latest.
I suppose I should begin tinkering. I had a hard sleep and a late rise. No problem, I'm working on these things. Later.
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