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With neighbors feeding and helping with major chores, with some mental blocks and task clogs getting cleared up, and with some other things going on, life is starting to move forward again. A little heat to start the process is helping as well. I can sleep in a freezer, pretty much, but I need some heat to kick off my day. That is just the way of it. If I have nothing going on I can just live in an icy wonderland. I am keeping the temp at 68, for some baseline, until some things go forward at least. The heat doesn't go into my bedroom, so that works for sleep. Yes, 68 is too "warm" for me to sleep, save when it is otherwise blazaing outside comparatively.
The new showerhead is in place, but... yeah. They are expensive for the cheap plastic they really are. It will work fine, I am sure (dubious). It is just that paying as much as they cost for cheap, pseudo-performing, plastic fixtures (junk) is quite frustrating. I know it will please my mother, for the most part, though. And, that is why it was bought.
I woke several hours ago but forgot to turn the heat on. And, no, I didn't get to bed by 22:00. I didn't get to sleep until 3:00 again. It amazes me that for two "days" in a row I can stay up a full 48 hours (or more) with just a normal sleep cycle between. I have no ill effects, either. If my heart wasn't in such bad shape I would be a freaking dynamo, you know it? Anyway, heat has been jacked to try and get some blood flowing so I can get out and dig. This won't be heavy digging if I may need to carefully use the pick to loosen the dirt and rocks under the pipes from time to time. Hey, it ain't perfect but... it's what I have.
If I can't get to that, I will at least be ready tomorrow. Regardless of how that goes I will be doing work on the faucet, to get that going, and finishing another load or two of laundry. What a miracle a little heat can help bring about. I should be ready for a bit more life before too long. Or, maybe, a reentry into life. I have been dogging it this summer. Between heat, cold, and illness, it has been brutal. Buried alive, indeed. Alive being the key word, and not quite being able to just surrender, makes life at least interesting.
Good day.
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
Bedtime at 22:00?
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I don't take this as an omen. My sleep and waking has been all over the place. I have the furnace, when it is on, to provide a good dose of heat in the morning. I may set it up to run again like that. I just need an hour or two when I first wake up, or stay up overnight. The cat food and the gravel were both weighing heavily on my mind. I was simply stuck. I knew about it much of the summer, too. Usually I won't do too much in advance because I can often come through. Not this time, almost.
I will sleep until I wake tomorrow. I have no idea when that will be. It wouldn't surprise me if I wake at 6:00-10:00, or even that I not be able to grasp reality good enough to get up until 15:00. I simply have no clue. With milk on supply again, and meats quite available, plus a few other things, I think I might try to cook and clean tomorrow, after I get the digging done. There were no roots that deep that far from the tree. So it should be pretty straight forward. There were rocks there, as if someone had put a drain bed in, but... it could be sixty or more years old for all I know. They certainly didn't have water here when the house was first built! This was one of, if not THE oldest house in town. Dating back to not even two decades after the civil war. The main part of my home anyway.
It was simply fantastic to get out and get going and do things. I might even get that showerhead up before tomorrow is through, it is easy and everything could be in play. Who knows. Now that I have broken the blockade, and figured out how to do it, repeat performances, and better since I don't have to drive in heavy traffic or deal with lots of memory, social skills, hunting, pecking, and all that stuff. Even if some women don't like to do that sort of thing they usually do it much better.
Just blathering as the elevator goes to the sub-basement floor for the night... Good night.
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I don't take this as an omen. My sleep and waking has been all over the place. I have the furnace, when it is on, to provide a good dose of heat in the morning. I may set it up to run again like that. I just need an hour or two when I first wake up, or stay up overnight. The cat food and the gravel were both weighing heavily on my mind. I was simply stuck. I knew about it much of the summer, too. Usually I won't do too much in advance because I can often come through. Not this time, almost.
I will sleep until I wake tomorrow. I have no idea when that will be. It wouldn't surprise me if I wake at 6:00-10:00, or even that I not be able to grasp reality good enough to get up until 15:00. I simply have no clue. With milk on supply again, and meats quite available, plus a few other things, I think I might try to cook and clean tomorrow, after I get the digging done. There were no roots that deep that far from the tree. So it should be pretty straight forward. There were rocks there, as if someone had put a drain bed in, but... it could be sixty or more years old for all I know. They certainly didn't have water here when the house was first built! This was one of, if not THE oldest house in town. Dating back to not even two decades after the civil war. The main part of my home anyway.
It was simply fantastic to get out and get going and do things. I might even get that showerhead up before tomorrow is through, it is easy and everything could be in play. Who knows. Now that I have broken the blockade, and figured out how to do it, repeat performances, and better since I don't have to drive in heavy traffic or deal with lots of memory, social skills, hunting, pecking, and all that stuff. Even if some women don't like to do that sort of thing they usually do it much better.
Just blathering as the elevator goes to the sub-basement floor for the night... Good night.
Another double day up, nearly. But I made it!
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I couldn't figure out why I was having such serious failures to fire. I had the prep, the attitude, but something just wasn't... working, hitting, clicking. Then I noticed it, just this morning. It has been cooling off so gradually that I hadn't realized the problem. Like a snake in a slowly freezing freezer, I simply didn't notice. Not this morning. I jacked the furnace up to 76, when I warmed enough, I took a shower and shaved out my chops again, this time leaving the hair just below my lip... looks... better, I think. Then a load of clothes in the washer, worked on my feet and heals with the grinder while air drying and planning. I still wasn't sure I could pull it off.
An hour after dressing though, I was on my way. I decided simply to buy gravel for the pit. I bought enough to cover three square feet to six inches. I bought two types, two bags of smaller stuff and one bag of bigger stuff, though I am not sure which I will place where if I think big should go on top? Yes, if I put the big stuff on the bottom, the little stuff would settle right through it. I also purchased a shower head with a removal middle section, a wand. That was a request of my mother. She works so hard I want her to enjoy the little things. Oh, and I had to buy another strain cap for my sink faucet. On D.C.'s advice (if I thought it to be incorrect and was right), I took off the screen cap, ruining it in the process. The water runs no faster with or without it, if there was sediment built up it wasn't blocking (yet). Well, live and learn. Though, from what I hear, there is no good way to get those off, especially brand new ones. It is advised to put them on just tight enough that the water won't leak... in hopes of changing it out rightly the next time.
Then on to the store. I bought enough dry cat food for six months or so, and enough extra wet to have the normal two month supply plus being able to put up about a month and a half in the larder. I will be working on that as part of my ongoing preps. Then milk, tortillas, and other such just for daily. Finally, I drove through McDonalds on my way home. It wasn't too bad, but I pushed it to get in, done, and out. I doubt if the gravel will go in today. But I have it, sitting right near the hole. Tomorrow. I wish I could do it tonight but I am done in, period, if I won't be able to sleep for... a while yet. Finally, most of the way there.
Good day.
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I couldn't figure out why I was having such serious failures to fire. I had the prep, the attitude, but something just wasn't... working, hitting, clicking. Then I noticed it, just this morning. It has been cooling off so gradually that I hadn't realized the problem. Like a snake in a slowly freezing freezer, I simply didn't notice. Not this morning. I jacked the furnace up to 76, when I warmed enough, I took a shower and shaved out my chops again, this time leaving the hair just below my lip... looks... better, I think. Then a load of clothes in the washer, worked on my feet and heals with the grinder while air drying and planning. I still wasn't sure I could pull it off.
An hour after dressing though, I was on my way. I decided simply to buy gravel for the pit. I bought enough to cover three square feet to six inches. I bought two types, two bags of smaller stuff and one bag of bigger stuff, though I am not sure which I will place where if I think big should go on top? Yes, if I put the big stuff on the bottom, the little stuff would settle right through it. I also purchased a shower head with a removal middle section, a wand. That was a request of my mother. She works so hard I want her to enjoy the little things. Oh, and I had to buy another strain cap for my sink faucet. On D.C.'s advice (if I thought it to be incorrect and was right), I took off the screen cap, ruining it in the process. The water runs no faster with or without it, if there was sediment built up it wasn't blocking (yet). Well, live and learn. Though, from what I hear, there is no good way to get those off, especially brand new ones. It is advised to put them on just tight enough that the water won't leak... in hopes of changing it out rightly the next time.
Then on to the store. I bought enough dry cat food for six months or so, and enough extra wet to have the normal two month supply plus being able to put up about a month and a half in the larder. I will be working on that as part of my ongoing preps. Then milk, tortillas, and other such just for daily. Finally, I drove through McDonalds on my way home. It wasn't too bad, but I pushed it to get in, done, and out. I doubt if the gravel will go in today. But I have it, sitting right near the hole. Tomorrow. I wish I could do it tonight but I am done in, period, if I won't be able to sleep for... a while yet. Finally, most of the way there.
Good day.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Romney won, eh?
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Oh come on. That was never a question. The question I had was, would Zero cry on stage. Literally. Romney went easy on him, is my guess. Well, and Zero will always have the moderator trying to plug for him. No, I haven't seen it. Remember, I don't have television. Besides, I was busy. If I find it somewhere online I might watch it. But an hour and an half is a lot of time for me. While I have all the time in the world, I only have a limit to 'quality time'. What did you expect from a tycoon facing off against someone whose only real qualifications if you get rid of quota and forced allowances for that would be as a bellhop or busboy? Seriously people.
So, what was I doing? As I said yesterday, I was going to stay up and try to get to some things. That never happened, nor did sleep, until 6:30 this morning, two and a half days of awake time. Why? Why? is a tricky question. I got on a mental path I could not extricate myself from. Let us call it a bio-psychic trajectory. Once all energy was spent there was remained only momentum and my shell. But that momentum was out of my control. Oh, sure, there were a few things, like mental wing flaps. But those could only correct in a very minor way. They certainly couldn't stop that mental sky bus. Sleep, when I finally got to it, was actually pretty good, this time, though. I feel better than I have in days, weeks maybe. So perhaps it wasn't all bad.
Still, I have those things to do. *grumbles* I will... get them done. I have to! Or not. I'm not an idiot, I am not lazy, I just don't function sometimes. That is all. I will keep... plugging at it.
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Oh come on. That was never a question. The question I had was, would Zero cry on stage. Literally. Romney went easy on him, is my guess. Well, and Zero will always have the moderator trying to plug for him. No, I haven't seen it. Remember, I don't have television. Besides, I was busy. If I find it somewhere online I might watch it. But an hour and an half is a lot of time for me. While I have all the time in the world, I only have a limit to 'quality time'. What did you expect from a tycoon facing off against someone whose only real qualifications if you get rid of quota and forced allowances for that would be as a bellhop or busboy? Seriously people.
So, what was I doing? As I said yesterday, I was going to stay up and try to get to some things. That never happened, nor did sleep, until 6:30 this morning, two and a half days of awake time. Why? Why? is a tricky question. I got on a mental path I could not extricate myself from. Let us call it a bio-psychic trajectory. Once all energy was spent there was remained only momentum and my shell. But that momentum was out of my control. Oh, sure, there were a few things, like mental wing flaps. But those could only correct in a very minor way. They certainly couldn't stop that mental sky bus. Sleep, when I finally got to it, was actually pretty good, this time, though. I feel better than I have in days, weeks maybe. So perhaps it wasn't all bad.
Still, I have those things to do. *grumbles* I will... get them done. I have to! Or not. I'm not an idiot, I am not lazy, I just don't function sometimes. That is all. I will keep... plugging at it.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Things to do, no time for sleep.
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Then again, in spite of my trouble with sleep, I can stay up. I have packages arriving today. But that isn't all of it. I am also planning to get to town. I need to buy more cat food, dry, but I will pick up more wet as well. Two bags of dry will last me as long as 12 or 15 boxes of cans. And, really, I ought to start getting an extra bag when I do buy, for storage. I ought to get milk, hamburger, and soda too. I haven't been keeping up on coffee like I should like. But I need milk for that. Ah, what a mess sometimes. As well, gravel must be obtained and a space beneath the pipes needs to be dug. That is minor work, I really think I can do this. When I finally get to sleep... well... It doesn't matter. Sleep has been rather wretched. Whether I go to sleep on time, stay up really late, or even go to bed early. It doesn't even matter if I sleep long, just right, or short. So... fuck it.
I won't have to do laundry before I do my stuff today. But... that is the end of that. I HAVE to do laundry tomorrow if I want to wear underwear or socks. I have several pair of slacks, some shirts (but no t-shirts), and other things to wear. I might even have a few pair of shorts here or there that might sort of work. But for the most part, I am out of 100% of underwear that I would normally wear (just some long-johns available) and 70% of the rest is needing washed.
Oh, I'm having some water problems. My toilet, bathroom sink, and shower work fine. My extra sink in the back of the house, and everything else I know of works fine. But my kitchen sink is just allowing a trickle out. I ran it a while, 20 minutes, in case there was simply some sort of air blockage. Nope. Now, I have my reverse osmosis system under there, but looking at the pipes, that is merely split off from the main pipes going into the sink with a t-intersect, so it shouldn't be impeding that flow at all. I'll... figure it out.
My mother called today. She was zoned, she had just gotten back from her foot surgery. Yeah, okay. All good. I had certainly been worried. As long as there was a reason, I was fine. If not... something would have to be done, or the situation watched. She is, regardless of what the medical world my wish, healthy and happy. Well, as happy as a woman can be at times. *chuckles* She has a lot of life left in her. Straight up she has about as much life in her as I do in me. I've got the youth but she has the health and that whole female thing. I'm racing her to the grave, but neither of us is going all that fast, for our own different reasons. I suspect it will take us a good fifteen to twenty years. Even then, one or both of us might even stretch that by a goodly lot. Assuming neither of us is hit by a meteor, struck by lightning, or run over by a burning Chevy Volt. Both of us have the 'oddest' luck. And if I were about to have a massive stroke, a smoking Chevy Volt strike seems preferable, no? And, that is how my "luck" works. It's pretty good for being pretty bad. *grins*
One last thing, about dreams. Last night I dreamed I was back in my foster home. My foster mother admitted to me, though out of anger not in a sharing way, something I had never suspected in real life, but now think was true. She was always a bit sore that I was... slow. The analogy of lining me up with the corner of a building to see if I was moving, I think, was her baby. Anyway, she told me in the dream that it made her so mad, and the only person she had known that was worse was... her eldest son. Thinking back on that, I actually think it might be true. But what I didn't tell her, nor would her son have told her, but the reason we moved slowly was in part because she expected too much. As well, she expected the wrong things and or at the wrong times. She expected me, at least, to be right on top of things. I was doing school, taking serious prep courses. I was in atheletics every season as well. And, my guess is, I was already having more minor heart problems. As I said, I think I was hit once, in my earlier teens to late preteens, with a mild dose of a viral attack on my heart. It wasn't until I was in the Navy that I got hit with the actual debilitating level of it. And she was a battle-axe when and how she wanted something done. Yeah, I love her, still do. Moms, what can you do with them though, sometimes? Bleh.
Later, or maybe good... night? Yeah. At least, this may be my last post. If I pull it all off, then need to chill before sleeping, I may bring my bragging rights worth of work here and, well, brag. Or just crash, we will see. Later or goodnight..
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Then again, in spite of my trouble with sleep, I can stay up. I have packages arriving today. But that isn't all of it. I am also planning to get to town. I need to buy more cat food, dry, but I will pick up more wet as well. Two bags of dry will last me as long as 12 or 15 boxes of cans. And, really, I ought to start getting an extra bag when I do buy, for storage. I ought to get milk, hamburger, and soda too. I haven't been keeping up on coffee like I should like. But I need milk for that. Ah, what a mess sometimes. As well, gravel must be obtained and a space beneath the pipes needs to be dug. That is minor work, I really think I can do this. When I finally get to sleep... well... It doesn't matter. Sleep has been rather wretched. Whether I go to sleep on time, stay up really late, or even go to bed early. It doesn't even matter if I sleep long, just right, or short. So... fuck it.
I won't have to do laundry before I do my stuff today. But... that is the end of that. I HAVE to do laundry tomorrow if I want to wear underwear or socks. I have several pair of slacks, some shirts (but no t-shirts), and other things to wear. I might even have a few pair of shorts here or there that might sort of work. But for the most part, I am out of 100% of underwear that I would normally wear (just some long-johns available) and 70% of the rest is needing washed.
Oh, I'm having some water problems. My toilet, bathroom sink, and shower work fine. My extra sink in the back of the house, and everything else I know of works fine. But my kitchen sink is just allowing a trickle out. I ran it a while, 20 minutes, in case there was simply some sort of air blockage. Nope. Now, I have my reverse osmosis system under there, but looking at the pipes, that is merely split off from the main pipes going into the sink with a t-intersect, so it shouldn't be impeding that flow at all. I'll... figure it out.
My mother called today. She was zoned, she had just gotten back from her foot surgery. Yeah, okay. All good. I had certainly been worried. As long as there was a reason, I was fine. If not... something would have to be done, or the situation watched. She is, regardless of what the medical world my wish, healthy and happy. Well, as happy as a woman can be at times. *chuckles* She has a lot of life left in her. Straight up she has about as much life in her as I do in me. I've got the youth but she has the health and that whole female thing. I'm racing her to the grave, but neither of us is going all that fast, for our own different reasons. I suspect it will take us a good fifteen to twenty years. Even then, one or both of us might even stretch that by a goodly lot. Assuming neither of us is hit by a meteor, struck by lightning, or run over by a burning Chevy Volt. Both of us have the 'oddest' luck. And if I were about to have a massive stroke, a smoking Chevy Volt strike seems preferable, no? And, that is how my "luck" works. It's pretty good for being pretty bad. *grins*
One last thing, about dreams. Last night I dreamed I was back in my foster home. My foster mother admitted to me, though out of anger not in a sharing way, something I had never suspected in real life, but now think was true. She was always a bit sore that I was... slow. The analogy of lining me up with the corner of a building to see if I was moving, I think, was her baby. Anyway, she told me in the dream that it made her so mad, and the only person she had known that was worse was... her eldest son. Thinking back on that, I actually think it might be true. But what I didn't tell her, nor would her son have told her, but the reason we moved slowly was in part because she expected too much. As well, she expected the wrong things and or at the wrong times. She expected me, at least, to be right on top of things. I was doing school, taking serious prep courses. I was in atheletics every season as well. And, my guess is, I was already having more minor heart problems. As I said, I think I was hit once, in my earlier teens to late preteens, with a mild dose of a viral attack on my heart. It wasn't until I was in the Navy that I got hit with the actual debilitating level of it. And she was a battle-axe when and how she wanted something done. Yeah, I love her, still do. Moms, what can you do with them though, sometimes? Bleh.
Later, or maybe good... night? Yeah. At least, this may be my last post. If I pull it all off, then need to chill before sleeping, I may bring my bragging rights worth of work here and, well, brag. Or just crash, we will see. Later or goodnight..
Another day, another wrinkle.
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Yeah, feeling quite weak. Actually I am quite weak. Further, sleep has simply been brutal. I do get enough sleep, I simply feel beaten up when I wake. I went to bed at 3:00. I had a chance to wake at 11:00 or noon, but... I wasn't seeing it, if you know what I mean. So back to bed until 15:00. I did get a shower in when I woke. I weighed myself right after the shower and came in at 258. Damn I'm looking good, comparatively and given that I am an ugly critter to start with. The downside is my clothes are quite loose. A belt isn't an option, even what used to be my 'skinny jeans' requires heavy belting. Still, it doesn't much matter until I can figure life out a bit again. Being down sucks.
I finished the Darksiders last night, getting the final earned trophy which then gives the final trophy itself, the platinum. That is six games, so far. There would be two more but one game requires a dead multi-player system and the other simply is a broken game which won't let me get finish the game on the hardest difficulty. It literally freezes. Further, that freezing means the game saves are corrupted... all of them, back to the beginning of the game somehow. I've played 60 hours of the game, twice, on the hardest mode, to get the same result. Never mind. Oh, and the new game I am playing I will not be able (willing for sure) to get the platinum since it requires multi-player gaming. I just don't do that stupid stuff. A bunch of morons running around like it was Halloween butchering each other. I may be a warrior, I am decidedly not fodder. Bleh. Yeah, I know some of you love it. I'm just not that type.
I called my mother yesterday. She was totally freaky to speak with, she was out of it and didn't talk long or well. I got worried, and I notice she called me back while I was asleep but didn't leave a message. I am hoping she merely was well into dreamland or something and just couldn't connect. Things like that are quite troubling. But then again, I might sound like that from time to time. No, if I am that bad I just don't answer the phone.
Tomorrow. Now that I have a shower under my belt, tomorrow I will definitely get a couple of buckets of gravel and do some digging. Like I said, just using a small gardeners' spade and similar sized rake to get some of that dug out under the pipes. I can manage that. And I want to get it done before my time is up! Surprise them sometimes, and they start thinking there might be a little life left to you yet! :)
Later.
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Yeah, feeling quite weak. Actually I am quite weak. Further, sleep has simply been brutal. I do get enough sleep, I simply feel beaten up when I wake. I went to bed at 3:00. I had a chance to wake at 11:00 or noon, but... I wasn't seeing it, if you know what I mean. So back to bed until 15:00. I did get a shower in when I woke. I weighed myself right after the shower and came in at 258. Damn I'm looking good, comparatively and given that I am an ugly critter to start with. The downside is my clothes are quite loose. A belt isn't an option, even what used to be my 'skinny jeans' requires heavy belting. Still, it doesn't much matter until I can figure life out a bit again. Being down sucks.
I finished the Darksiders last night, getting the final earned trophy which then gives the final trophy itself, the platinum. That is six games, so far. There would be two more but one game requires a dead multi-player system and the other simply is a broken game which won't let me get finish the game on the hardest difficulty. It literally freezes. Further, that freezing means the game saves are corrupted... all of them, back to the beginning of the game somehow. I've played 60 hours of the game, twice, on the hardest mode, to get the same result. Never mind. Oh, and the new game I am playing I will not be able (willing for sure) to get the platinum since it requires multi-player gaming. I just don't do that stupid stuff. A bunch of morons running around like it was Halloween butchering each other. I may be a warrior, I am decidedly not fodder. Bleh. Yeah, I know some of you love it. I'm just not that type.
I called my mother yesterday. She was totally freaky to speak with, she was out of it and didn't talk long or well. I got worried, and I notice she called me back while I was asleep but didn't leave a message. I am hoping she merely was well into dreamland or something and just couldn't connect. Things like that are quite troubling. But then again, I might sound like that from time to time. No, if I am that bad I just don't answer the phone.
Tomorrow. Now that I have a shower under my belt, tomorrow I will definitely get a couple of buckets of gravel and do some digging. Like I said, just using a small gardeners' spade and similar sized rake to get some of that dug out under the pipes. I can manage that. And I want to get it done before my time is up! Surprise them sometimes, and they start thinking there might be a little life left to you yet! :)
Later.
Monday, October 1, 2012
Good, bad, and ugly.
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As promised. The door rang but no one was there. So I looked around. A backhoe! I got dressed properly before answering the door. So I just went out. Now, they had to cut through the sidewalk (all good, I've been wanting to practice putting in a sidewalk replacement). The sidewalk, out behind the house at that, was about five inches thick! So, it took a bit of cutting. Then the machine came in. It took out a lot of dirt. The guy running it knew what he was doing too. It seems I was doing the right thing shoveling, as where those trying to help me, but we just needed a BIGGER shovel!
After he dug down, he started checking the pipes and such. We can't lift the pipes, as it is a t-intersection, so we would have to dig in two more directions or do something funky elsewise. Which is fine, for now. This new faucet should last a good long time. He went ahead and installed the new faucet, but the dirt won't go back in until I get some rock down there. I said I would get on that. Knowing me, as one of the neighbors who was present does, I was given three days to do that or someone else would do it. I hope to get the gravel tomorrow, but do a bit of digging further under the pipes with garden tools since it is such a mess that trying it with a regular shovel just won't do. I will get the rocks first, then try to get to digging further under the pipes if I can.
Age and illness have taken their toll. Just doing a bit of shoveling, turning the house water on and off a few times, and a few odds and ends, when I could sneak in before someone... blocked... I really did wear myself out. They realize I probably am not all that fit. Right now I simply don't have much going. I offered the operator some money but he said that wasn't at all needed. However, in speaking with him, it seems he is taking pre-engineering courses. He is currently taking calc. Ah, but I DO have something he might well be able to use. Those calculus study dvds! Oh, I wish I had found those long before I did. I think I found them right before taking vector calculus after a long hiatus. I studied 17 hour days for two to four weeks to catch up, on top of being in the class at the same time. Oh yes they help. So I will be looking for those.
Oh, I am also trying to give away some lentils. Oh, I'll use them. No worries. It is just that I have so many I don't mind sharing some out. Plus... beans that don't need a pre-soak and only take 20 minutes to cook, plus are a superfood in their own real right? I love sharing good things.
I still feel like I have been pounded into the dirt by that backhoe. But I have had worse. As I think back on it, I honestly don't know how I made it as far through engineering school as I did. I was in no better shape then. I did have a woman type, but she was often more work than help, and she meant to be. She would sabotage me by turning off my alarm (during finals once, luckily I caught her!). Nasty evil mean woman, and she enjoyed it. Hmm, I really ought to find a wife. Maybe I need me a true nag!
All good. In just a few days this work fix-it ticket will be done!
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As promised. The door rang but no one was there. So I looked around. A backhoe! I got dressed properly before answering the door. So I just went out. Now, they had to cut through the sidewalk (all good, I've been wanting to practice putting in a sidewalk replacement). The sidewalk, out behind the house at that, was about five inches thick! So, it took a bit of cutting. Then the machine came in. It took out a lot of dirt. The guy running it knew what he was doing too. It seems I was doing the right thing shoveling, as where those trying to help me, but we just needed a BIGGER shovel!
After he dug down, he started checking the pipes and such. We can't lift the pipes, as it is a t-intersection, so we would have to dig in two more directions or do something funky elsewise. Which is fine, for now. This new faucet should last a good long time. He went ahead and installed the new faucet, but the dirt won't go back in until I get some rock down there. I said I would get on that. Knowing me, as one of the neighbors who was present does, I was given three days to do that or someone else would do it. I hope to get the gravel tomorrow, but do a bit of digging further under the pipes with garden tools since it is such a mess that trying it with a regular shovel just won't do. I will get the rocks first, then try to get to digging further under the pipes if I can.
Age and illness have taken their toll. Just doing a bit of shoveling, turning the house water on and off a few times, and a few odds and ends, when I could sneak in before someone... blocked... I really did wear myself out. They realize I probably am not all that fit. Right now I simply don't have much going. I offered the operator some money but he said that wasn't at all needed. However, in speaking with him, it seems he is taking pre-engineering courses. He is currently taking calc. Ah, but I DO have something he might well be able to use. Those calculus study dvds! Oh, I wish I had found those long before I did. I think I found them right before taking vector calculus after a long hiatus. I studied 17 hour days for two to four weeks to catch up, on top of being in the class at the same time. Oh yes they help. So I will be looking for those.
Oh, I am also trying to give away some lentils. Oh, I'll use them. No worries. It is just that I have so many I don't mind sharing some out. Plus... beans that don't need a pre-soak and only take 20 minutes to cook, plus are a superfood in their own real right? I love sharing good things.
I still feel like I have been pounded into the dirt by that backhoe. But I have had worse. As I think back on it, I honestly don't know how I made it as far through engineering school as I did. I was in no better shape then. I did have a woman type, but she was often more work than help, and she meant to be. She would sabotage me by turning off my alarm (during finals once, luckily I caught her!). Nasty evil mean woman, and she enjoyed it. Hmm, I really ought to find a wife. Maybe I need me a true nag!
All good. In just a few days this work fix-it ticket will be done!
Does anyone have a dryer big enough for a 260 pound gorilla?
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Never mind. I have one and use it. I call it 'bed'. Wrinkled, again. I think, for a while, I will stop trying to mess with my sleep or waking at all. This just plain hurts. I'm not quite up to riding that bull. I did have a weird nostalgic dream last night. I went back to the town I graduated from high school. It is a small actual town, maybe 50 people. Most of the population that made up the high school were farmers and one Spencerite splitter. Why a big bankers' daughter would choose our humble school I will never know. I think she even told me, if too I didn't buy it. Fine, girls can have their secrets.
The place had definitely gone downhill. Not that it was ever a grand town, only that it has seen better days. I won't say drugs were never an issue, but for most people they weren't. Now much of the population (in my dream anyway) were the savaged wrecks of decades of drug use rather than lower-middle class working families. Having had few children, fewer still who stayed in the area, the population dwindled making for inexpensive homes for those last of the boomer and gen X'ers who had hit the bottom and were just working enough, or trading in their chosen poison enough, to scrape enough together for a place to stay (for a while only, some of them, until the next batch arrived to replace as pseudo rent payers). The local dive had become a drop-outs haven. The high school was long gone. I met some of the boomers and other locals who remained. Mostly untainted, though most of them were at least mild users even when I lived there, as I came to find out later in life. While I had not lived a completely sheltered life, I am amazed how sheltered even that really was. Perhaps it still is, as I don't look for problems in people. They have to be blatant to be noticed.
Then I went to a local Church. For whatever reason it wasn't a Catholic Church, just a local one. Their minister was no able to teleport people to specific locations within their holy grounds, cure certain ills, and such. That was new to me. *grins* I then met a woman I had known in high school, and before at another school in elementary school in another town. She was... quite pleased to see me and wanted to... see me again, so I just said... When? She was definitely a faded rose, but she was properly attired. I let her know I was quite Catholic but that didn't dim the interest at all. Couldn't be though, she is married with children in real life. Dreams can be so odd.
I think I went to bed at 3:00, and I just woke at 15:00. I am not sure why sleep has been so brutal though. I don't let the girls sleep with me, and I quit trying to use the alarm clock to herd myself. It just doesn't work and it hurts far too much. Right now, for a while, I simply have to let sleep and wakefulness sort themselves out. It isn't about what I want, it is more about not getting my proverbial fingers slammed in the door. I really do feel like I was beat about the head and body with a stout shillelagh. Club Med indeed.
Meh, I've had worse. And I'm getting better. While I can't truly ever relax I can go limp, bodily, from time to time. That, I have found, is the best way to unlock the muscular knots which being tight and cause the pain. I know what the pain is at least. Every muscle from the waist up to the base of my skull become as tight as stretched rubber bands. They are almost tight enough to be horses, almost. But it is all of them. I'm not sure what that is all about, exactly. I didn't go to bed that way.
Oh, life is good though. I am progressing through the final playing of this game quite nicely. Some bosses, some monsters, actually seem easier. Others that I thought I had down are nearly unmanageable. But in the majority, so far, on balance, the game is much easier on the fighting end. On the puzzle end, and using new to me equipment to fight bosses, the ease is huge. I know what to do, where to go, where the switches are, and such, mostly. I probably stretch what the mind is supposed to be able to do, gaming wise. Playing eight to twelve hours a day is not something I would recommend. It's probably hard on the game console itself, too. Today or tomorrow I will finish the last of this game. Not a bad buy. The rest of the games I bought, though, most likely, are very much longer and fuller, save the second game to the one I am playing. But I will save that for after my next game.
Have a good day.
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Never mind. I have one and use it. I call it 'bed'. Wrinkled, again. I think, for a while, I will stop trying to mess with my sleep or waking at all. This just plain hurts. I'm not quite up to riding that bull. I did have a weird nostalgic dream last night. I went back to the town I graduated from high school. It is a small actual town, maybe 50 people. Most of the population that made up the high school were farmers and one Spencerite splitter. Why a big bankers' daughter would choose our humble school I will never know. I think she even told me, if too I didn't buy it. Fine, girls can have their secrets.
The place had definitely gone downhill. Not that it was ever a grand town, only that it has seen better days. I won't say drugs were never an issue, but for most people they weren't. Now much of the population (in my dream anyway) were the savaged wrecks of decades of drug use rather than lower-middle class working families. Having had few children, fewer still who stayed in the area, the population dwindled making for inexpensive homes for those last of the boomer and gen X'ers who had hit the bottom and were just working enough, or trading in their chosen poison enough, to scrape enough together for a place to stay (for a while only, some of them, until the next batch arrived to replace as pseudo rent payers). The local dive had become a drop-outs haven. The high school was long gone. I met some of the boomers and other locals who remained. Mostly untainted, though most of them were at least mild users even when I lived there, as I came to find out later in life. While I had not lived a completely sheltered life, I am amazed how sheltered even that really was. Perhaps it still is, as I don't look for problems in people. They have to be blatant to be noticed.
Then I went to a local Church. For whatever reason it wasn't a Catholic Church, just a local one. Their minister was no able to teleport people to specific locations within their holy grounds, cure certain ills, and such. That was new to me. *grins* I then met a woman I had known in high school, and before at another school in elementary school in another town. She was... quite pleased to see me and wanted to... see me again, so I just said... When? She was definitely a faded rose, but she was properly attired. I let her know I was quite Catholic but that didn't dim the interest at all. Couldn't be though, she is married with children in real life. Dreams can be so odd.
I think I went to bed at 3:00, and I just woke at 15:00. I am not sure why sleep has been so brutal though. I don't let the girls sleep with me, and I quit trying to use the alarm clock to herd myself. It just doesn't work and it hurts far too much. Right now, for a while, I simply have to let sleep and wakefulness sort themselves out. It isn't about what I want, it is more about not getting my proverbial fingers slammed in the door. I really do feel like I was beat about the head and body with a stout shillelagh. Club Med indeed.
Meh, I've had worse. And I'm getting better. While I can't truly ever relax I can go limp, bodily, from time to time. That, I have found, is the best way to unlock the muscular knots which being tight and cause the pain. I know what the pain is at least. Every muscle from the waist up to the base of my skull become as tight as stretched rubber bands. They are almost tight enough to be horses, almost. But it is all of them. I'm not sure what that is all about, exactly. I didn't go to bed that way.
Oh, life is good though. I am progressing through the final playing of this game quite nicely. Some bosses, some monsters, actually seem easier. Others that I thought I had down are nearly unmanageable. But in the majority, so far, on balance, the game is much easier on the fighting end. On the puzzle end, and using new to me equipment to fight bosses, the ease is huge. I know what to do, where to go, where the switches are, and such, mostly. I probably stretch what the mind is supposed to be able to do, gaming wise. Playing eight to twelve hours a day is not something I would recommend. It's probably hard on the game console itself, too. Today or tomorrow I will finish the last of this game. Not a bad buy. The rest of the games I bought, though, most likely, are very much longer and fuller, save the second game to the one I am playing. But I will save that for after my next game.
Have a good day.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Woah! What was that?
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I made it to bed by 2:00 last night but I could not sleep for the life of me. Something internal. My feet felt warm so I checked them with my hands. They were hot. Then I thought, maybe my hands are just cold. I put my hands to my face. My hands were hot! I can only guess at what was going on metabiologically or metaphysically? I'm, simply put, not standard equipment. Given my heart, and diabetes, I should usually be 'cold bodied', with occasional all over heat increases. My feet and hands shouldn't get hot with the rest of me comfortable or even cool.
I didn't end up getting to sleep until 6:30 or so. Even then it was a struggle to actually sleep. Something was 'on', and it wouldn't turn off easily. I didn't wake until the doorbell rang at... 16:00 or so. Some people I had asked to help dig the faucet out where here. They dug for a bit, but... decided the problem was much bigger than what even I had proposed. It is too big to hand dig. Essentially the line goes down ten (seven or eight by my estimate, but good enough) feet, not the three or four feet I had thought when beginning the operation. Yes, far beyond my, or any reasonable, man's capacity. At least I feel better in that it wasn't just me... being lazy. However, they might know someone who could get a backhoe in here. Further, it was decided, if that was the way of it, that not only digging down, but also over. Essentially what is needed is an angled dig to what was already dug, only about ten feet by ten feet, just to get to the pipe, using what I dug as a step down into the pit. If we do that, what I would like to do is change the pipe, back the ten feet they are proposing, and raising it to the four foot (generously) frost line, and bring it over from there. That way, the next time someone tries to mess with this they don't end up in over their head, literally. As I said, it is good to know that my sense of the job being overwhelming was on track. Sometimes I just don't know these things and keep chipping away. *cough* engineering school *cough* Heh.
Sleep was harsh. It didn't feel like sleep, it felt like being pummeled in a dryer or something. Again, I came out wrinkled and a bit gnarly. I've had worse. If we can get that faucet changed out before the weather precludes it, I will feel much relieved. Well, I sure know how to pick them, innit?
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I made it to bed by 2:00 last night but I could not sleep for the life of me. Something internal. My feet felt warm so I checked them with my hands. They were hot. Then I thought, maybe my hands are just cold. I put my hands to my face. My hands were hot! I can only guess at what was going on metabiologically or metaphysically? I'm, simply put, not standard equipment. Given my heart, and diabetes, I should usually be 'cold bodied', with occasional all over heat increases. My feet and hands shouldn't get hot with the rest of me comfortable or even cool.
I didn't end up getting to sleep until 6:30 or so. Even then it was a struggle to actually sleep. Something was 'on', and it wouldn't turn off easily. I didn't wake until the doorbell rang at... 16:00 or so. Some people I had asked to help dig the faucet out where here. They dug for a bit, but... decided the problem was much bigger than what even I had proposed. It is too big to hand dig. Essentially the line goes down ten (seven or eight by my estimate, but good enough) feet, not the three or four feet I had thought when beginning the operation. Yes, far beyond my, or any reasonable, man's capacity. At least I feel better in that it wasn't just me... being lazy. However, they might know someone who could get a backhoe in here. Further, it was decided, if that was the way of it, that not only digging down, but also over. Essentially what is needed is an angled dig to what was already dug, only about ten feet by ten feet, just to get to the pipe, using what I dug as a step down into the pit. If we do that, what I would like to do is change the pipe, back the ten feet they are proposing, and raising it to the four foot (generously) frost line, and bring it over from there. That way, the next time someone tries to mess with this they don't end up in over their head, literally. As I said, it is good to know that my sense of the job being overwhelming was on track. Sometimes I just don't know these things and keep chipping away. *cough* engineering school *cough* Heh.
Sleep was harsh. It didn't feel like sleep, it felt like being pummeled in a dryer or something. Again, I came out wrinkled and a bit gnarly. I've had worse. If we can get that faucet changed out before the weather precludes it, I will feel much relieved. Well, I sure know how to pick them, innit?
Saturday, September 29, 2012
A weight off the shoulders, two actually.
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While I had purchased what I needed for food storage this month, I went ahead and went one step further. I ordered enough grains and legumes for a year. That is only one small part of getting the total supply of food needs but it is a significant chunk. It may even be the most expensive chunk. Well, almost. The next piece of gear I need is a solid grain mill. Those range from $450~$650, before taxes, title, shipping, handling, and whatever else can hit a shopper. Still, it is on it's way, being at the top of the list. Next I need to go back to the checklist and begin hitting the other things. Some things need to be slightly altered for me. Rather than sugar I will go with Splenda. Thankfully Splenda comes packaged in a sealed container (the larger ones). Though I am not sure how long it truly lasts. I will add some sugar, some honey, and some of the other sweeteners. But my primary will be Splenda. Most of my other goods will be just fine as they are listed from what I can tell. After that, the only real gear I need is a pressure canner, a hot-water canner (though maybe a good pressure canner can also be used for a hot-water canner by having the pressure reliefs open?). The rest of my needs are food based.
It wasn't just a comment posted that got me to revisit my prep purchase this month... I am beginning to... have concerns. I won't say a major problem is months away, but I won't say it isn't. It could be years away. Maybe it was like in August, when I sensed winter. While I don't know if that means anything either, it did make me wonder. I am wondering about... how much time is left before real problems hit. Much as a squirrel, if it felt winter like I did, even in August, it might begin prepping much more diligently. So... sure, I have become a squirrely squirrel. I'd much rather be safe than sorry. Do what you will, but be thinking... if all fails, who would feed you if you can't feed yourself? And, why should they? What do you offer? I don't have a thing to offer. Besides, remember that video about luck the other day? Assume you have no luck, make your own. Which... is exactly what I am setting out to do. If it all goes down, don't knock on my door, you... ain't that lucky.
That will be all until after my mother returns home, I have new tires, and I have that gift for my lady friend and my mother's Christmas wrapped and sent. Well, and maybe a little breather to let the coffers build again. Yikes but the natives strip it to the bone. Well, thankfully I have games to play and beans to eat, lentils to boot! :p
Good day.
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While I had purchased what I needed for food storage this month, I went ahead and went one step further. I ordered enough grains and legumes for a year. That is only one small part of getting the total supply of food needs but it is a significant chunk. It may even be the most expensive chunk. Well, almost. The next piece of gear I need is a solid grain mill. Those range from $450~$650, before taxes, title, shipping, handling, and whatever else can hit a shopper. Still, it is on it's way, being at the top of the list. Next I need to go back to the checklist and begin hitting the other things. Some things need to be slightly altered for me. Rather than sugar I will go with Splenda. Thankfully Splenda comes packaged in a sealed container (the larger ones). Though I am not sure how long it truly lasts. I will add some sugar, some honey, and some of the other sweeteners. But my primary will be Splenda. Most of my other goods will be just fine as they are listed from what I can tell. After that, the only real gear I need is a pressure canner, a hot-water canner (though maybe a good pressure canner can also be used for a hot-water canner by having the pressure reliefs open?). The rest of my needs are food based.
It wasn't just a comment posted that got me to revisit my prep purchase this month... I am beginning to... have concerns. I won't say a major problem is months away, but I won't say it isn't. It could be years away. Maybe it was like in August, when I sensed winter. While I don't know if that means anything either, it did make me wonder. I am wondering about... how much time is left before real problems hit. Much as a squirrel, if it felt winter like I did, even in August, it might begin prepping much more diligently. So... sure, I have become a squirrely squirrel. I'd much rather be safe than sorry. Do what you will, but be thinking... if all fails, who would feed you if you can't feed yourself? And, why should they? What do you offer? I don't have a thing to offer. Besides, remember that video about luck the other day? Assume you have no luck, make your own. Which... is exactly what I am setting out to do. If it all goes down, don't knock on my door, you... ain't that lucky.
That will be all until after my mother returns home, I have new tires, and I have that gift for my lady friend and my mother's Christmas wrapped and sent. Well, and maybe a little breather to let the coffers build again. Yikes but the natives strip it to the bone. Well, thankfully I have games to play and beans to eat, lentils to boot! :p
Good day.
One little success.
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It looks like I might be turning the clock back in my schedule. I know that seems like a small thing. But it has only happened a few times in my adult life. And it really isn't important when Iran is racing to nukes, half the Middle East is on fire against the West, and a massive drought has brought and will be bringing more pain to an economically beaten world to top things off, just to hit one of thousands of real problems. I can do little... scratch that... I can do nothing about those things. I can try to change when I go to bed and when I wake though. And I did. Going to bed at 3:00 I set my alarm for 11:00. I slept two to three hours ahead of what had become the norm. I set my alarm for 11:00, and... thereabouts... I woke. My goal is to try to continue with this for about a week, then shift it back another notch, say sleeping at 1:00 and waking at 9:00 or 10:00. It is merely a matter of taking control of what aspects of my life are within my grasp. That is all. But it is huge for someone who has so little control in so many areas, and can rarely even do this little trick. Normally I have to wait weeks or months to sleep my way around the clock back to days.
I am having weird dreams. Some are very life-like, possibilities, of the mundane sort. Others are just the oddest concoctions a man could imagine. Some don't even make sense in a way I could explain, other than the life of a being not even of the dimensions of which we are accustomed. I am not remembering them much when I wake, just enough to know I had them. The extra-dimensional dream? I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening WHILE the dream was happening. Wild, I'll tell you. Think of a cross of Picasso and Dali paintings come to life but in 1 1/2 or 2 1/2... or 10 1/2 or something dimensions. It was so foreign to even my weird and expanded way of thinking of things... Absolutely mind altering dreams. I'm glad I can't remember much of that one. Not that it was horrific, merely that it was so strange that thinking about it is a huge tax on all of my neuro-potential. It doesn't cause a headache, the little I can see, it just overloads 'the machine'. You would think someone would have to have used drugs to even imagine such things, but... nope. Never used mind-altering stuff. Thank God, too... if this or worse would be the result. Then again, that my mind can even concoct something means I probably have an unheard of imagination quotient, and maybe some other faculties back there, hidden from my common conscious view.
Well, on to... something. Get back to work! :p
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It looks like I might be turning the clock back in my schedule. I know that seems like a small thing. But it has only happened a few times in my adult life. And it really isn't important when Iran is racing to nukes, half the Middle East is on fire against the West, and a massive drought has brought and will be bringing more pain to an economically beaten world to top things off, just to hit one of thousands of real problems. I can do little... scratch that... I can do nothing about those things. I can try to change when I go to bed and when I wake though. And I did. Going to bed at 3:00 I set my alarm for 11:00. I slept two to three hours ahead of what had become the norm. I set my alarm for 11:00, and... thereabouts... I woke. My goal is to try to continue with this for about a week, then shift it back another notch, say sleeping at 1:00 and waking at 9:00 or 10:00. It is merely a matter of taking control of what aspects of my life are within my grasp. That is all. But it is huge for someone who has so little control in so many areas, and can rarely even do this little trick. Normally I have to wait weeks or months to sleep my way around the clock back to days.
I am having weird dreams. Some are very life-like, possibilities, of the mundane sort. Others are just the oddest concoctions a man could imagine. Some don't even make sense in a way I could explain, other than the life of a being not even of the dimensions of which we are accustomed. I am not remembering them much when I wake, just enough to know I had them. The extra-dimensional dream? I couldn't wrap my mind around what was happening WHILE the dream was happening. Wild, I'll tell you. Think of a cross of Picasso and Dali paintings come to life but in 1 1/2 or 2 1/2... or 10 1/2 or something dimensions. It was so foreign to even my weird and expanded way of thinking of things... Absolutely mind altering dreams. I'm glad I can't remember much of that one. Not that it was horrific, merely that it was so strange that thinking about it is a huge tax on all of my neuro-potential. It doesn't cause a headache, the little I can see, it just overloads 'the machine'. You would think someone would have to have used drugs to even imagine such things, but... nope. Never used mind-altering stuff. Thank God, too... if this or worse would be the result. Then again, that my mind can even concoct something means I probably have an unheard of imagination quotient, and maybe some other faculties back there, hidden from my common conscious view.
Well, on to... something. Get back to work! :p
Friday, September 28, 2012
A bit more prepper shopping.
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Being close enough to the end of the month that one of my checks is in, I decided to go ahead and buy this month's prep supplies. Nothing fancy, and some of it is going into circulation immediately, so I bought extra. The first item on my list was lentils. Some local academic types swore by them, Survival Blog recently had a piece, and others seem to swear by lentils. I am sure I have eaten lentils before, I sampled a mix the locals put together, too. But I can't remember the taste. Though, when hungry, taste is a bit further down the line. But done right, and with ham for example, I am betting these things are quite good. But more, unlike other beans, there is no need to pre-soak and they cook in 20 minutes, give or take. So, yeah. Beside being a super-food, a real one, they prep and cook in a comparative jiffy. All good. I also purchased a couple of cans of heritage seed and a week supply of MREs, to see how long that will really take me. I am going to see about eating MREs entrees twice a week, just as an add to my ongoing attempt to eat a bit more. Who knows, next spring may see me trying a variety or two of the seeds. I am thinking tomatoes. Maybe peppers too. While the fruit of the plants would be nice they are a side issue for now. What I am really interested in is creating more seed, learning how to grow the plants best, things like that. Still, who could argue with a half dozen solid producing tomato and pepper plants? Well, you could argue, but you don't count if you do. :p
You know, I really am getting on target with food storage. I'm not great at all this yet, but... it is coming along. Sure, I get sidetracked on the wrong things once in a while. I am not the best at organizing either. But really, I actually have a medium term pantry created, if it is still a bit weak. And I have some serious parts of my long term in play. The long term good stores will take a bit longer, but that's okay too. I have the perfect place to store foods, and it does stay cool down there, as good as any old root cellar, without the mess. I have a lot of space left down there, and more space in another room, or two, sort of. If I ever do get it relatively set up, I think my mother would love it here. For most things, since she knows how to use powdered milk, and all manner of such things, she would never have to go to the store, save for a very few items. But to find a wife who knows these things? In some ways I think this would be more like my mom's dream, she just never had the notion presented to her correctly. I think she would cook a lot more if she didn't have to run to the store and keep up on everything.
Well, that is that for today. I'm going to play my games until I can't stay up any more. A bite to eat first though. Good day.
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Being close enough to the end of the month that one of my checks is in, I decided to go ahead and buy this month's prep supplies. Nothing fancy, and some of it is going into circulation immediately, so I bought extra. The first item on my list was lentils. Some local academic types swore by them, Survival Blog recently had a piece, and others seem to swear by lentils. I am sure I have eaten lentils before, I sampled a mix the locals put together, too. But I can't remember the taste. Though, when hungry, taste is a bit further down the line. But done right, and with ham for example, I am betting these things are quite good. But more, unlike other beans, there is no need to pre-soak and they cook in 20 minutes, give or take. So, yeah. Beside being a super-food, a real one, they prep and cook in a comparative jiffy. All good. I also purchased a couple of cans of heritage seed and a week supply of MREs, to see how long that will really take me. I am going to see about eating MREs entrees twice a week, just as an add to my ongoing attempt to eat a bit more. Who knows, next spring may see me trying a variety or two of the seeds. I am thinking tomatoes. Maybe peppers too. While the fruit of the plants would be nice they are a side issue for now. What I am really interested in is creating more seed, learning how to grow the plants best, things like that. Still, who could argue with a half dozen solid producing tomato and pepper plants? Well, you could argue, but you don't count if you do. :p
You know, I really am getting on target with food storage. I'm not great at all this yet, but... it is coming along. Sure, I get sidetracked on the wrong things once in a while. I am not the best at organizing either. But really, I actually have a medium term pantry created, if it is still a bit weak. And I have some serious parts of my long term in play. The long term good stores will take a bit longer, but that's okay too. I have the perfect place to store foods, and it does stay cool down there, as good as any old root cellar, without the mess. I have a lot of space left down there, and more space in another room, or two, sort of. If I ever do get it relatively set up, I think my mother would love it here. For most things, since she knows how to use powdered milk, and all manner of such things, she would never have to go to the store, save for a very few items. But to find a wife who knows these things? In some ways I think this would be more like my mom's dream, she just never had the notion presented to her correctly. I think she would cook a lot more if she didn't have to run to the store and keep up on everything.
Well, that is that for today. I'm going to play my games until I can't stay up any more. A bite to eat first though. Good day.
Out, but barely. Car tags, you see.
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And a good thing too. Today was THE last day. I am not sure if there is a fine for being late, but if so, Monday would have seen that applied. And, just as likely as not, I would have gotten a ticket just getting into town Monday. There are police, state troopers, and sheriff vehicles everywhere here. My friend teases that there are two cops for every citizen. While not quite that thick, you might have trouble traveling without seeing a handful of them. Few roads, and congested at that, means a run-in is much more likely than not.
I wasn't sure how to do it. Sleep has been unforgiving, trying to change my schedule has left me exhausted. I went to be at about 3:00, set the alarm for noon. I was able to wake but it took me a couple... three... hours to shower, shave, all else, and get out the door. I had hoped to do a bit of shopping but that just wasn't going to happen. It was all I had just to get to town and back. I really am, pretty much, stuck here. For now.
I had only been using the trimmers to create a very rough outline of mutton chop sideburns. Today I cleaned out the rough, made them official. They go all the way to where a broader goatee would be and go down to the bottom of my facial jawline, with my mustache in place. They WILL get bushy if I don't tame them now and again, just a bit. I was expecting smirks regarding them, but actually I got a rather pleasant reception. Oh, while shaving, my sink drain plug mechanism failed. I thought about just... going with it and worrying about it later, but... no! Short on time I decided just to see if I could find the problem. Actually, it was all mechanical, all relatively simple, sort of like a puzzle with a half dozen parts. Now, between the failure and me removing the pieces to see what I had, I pretty much just had parts. No problem, really. In less than five seconds I knew what went where and how. My only problem was trying to get a screw where it went without being able to see. Well, and it was a small tight space for my gigantic hands. Still, all told, it only took a minute or two. And, now I know how that drain plug mechanism works. I might open a business... the Naked Plumber! I really should have put something on after showering but my mind was so fixed on time and getting this working that... Thankfully not even the girls were around to mock or... take an interest in poppos 'bits'. Cats, curiosity, and being naked is not always the best of mixes.
Yep, I am tired. I want to go to bed. I just want to crawl back to sleep. I have a minor headache too, and I am hungry. I can fix the hungry, take a few aspirin, and grind through until a better bed time. All worth not having the notion that my registration is out of date, probably to be remembered right when I really need to be somewhere, so not being able to do anything but get a ticket. That stuff really blocks up my mind-web. Then I freeze up. Then it all goes to hell in a hurry. A few overdue personal 'fix it tickets' can just shut me down. Same with some outstanding big bills or other such. A turtle trying to be a hare is what my life often resembles. A tank at the speed strip? Whatever. It is done.
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And a good thing too. Today was THE last day. I am not sure if there is a fine for being late, but if so, Monday would have seen that applied. And, just as likely as not, I would have gotten a ticket just getting into town Monday. There are police, state troopers, and sheriff vehicles everywhere here. My friend teases that there are two cops for every citizen. While not quite that thick, you might have trouble traveling without seeing a handful of them. Few roads, and congested at that, means a run-in is much more likely than not.
I wasn't sure how to do it. Sleep has been unforgiving, trying to change my schedule has left me exhausted. I went to be at about 3:00, set the alarm for noon. I was able to wake but it took me a couple... three... hours to shower, shave, all else, and get out the door. I had hoped to do a bit of shopping but that just wasn't going to happen. It was all I had just to get to town and back. I really am, pretty much, stuck here. For now.
I had only been using the trimmers to create a very rough outline of mutton chop sideburns. Today I cleaned out the rough, made them official. They go all the way to where a broader goatee would be and go down to the bottom of my facial jawline, with my mustache in place. They WILL get bushy if I don't tame them now and again, just a bit. I was expecting smirks regarding them, but actually I got a rather pleasant reception. Oh, while shaving, my sink drain plug mechanism failed. I thought about just... going with it and worrying about it later, but... no! Short on time I decided just to see if I could find the problem. Actually, it was all mechanical, all relatively simple, sort of like a puzzle with a half dozen parts. Now, between the failure and me removing the pieces to see what I had, I pretty much just had parts. No problem, really. In less than five seconds I knew what went where and how. My only problem was trying to get a screw where it went without being able to see. Well, and it was a small tight space for my gigantic hands. Still, all told, it only took a minute or two. And, now I know how that drain plug mechanism works. I might open a business... the Naked Plumber! I really should have put something on after showering but my mind was so fixed on time and getting this working that... Thankfully not even the girls were around to mock or... take an interest in poppos 'bits'. Cats, curiosity, and being naked is not always the best of mixes.
Yep, I am tired. I want to go to bed. I just want to crawl back to sleep. I have a minor headache too, and I am hungry. I can fix the hungry, take a few aspirin, and grind through until a better bed time. All worth not having the notion that my registration is out of date, probably to be remembered right when I really need to be somewhere, so not being able to do anything but get a ticket. That stuff really blocks up my mind-web. Then I freeze up. Then it all goes to hell in a hurry. A few overdue personal 'fix it tickets' can just shut me down. Same with some outstanding big bills or other such. A turtle trying to be a hare is what my life often resembles. A tank at the speed strip? Whatever. It is done.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
The game proceeds.
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After that zombie play day, where I hadn't slept for a day when I started trying to get that difficult trophy? Well, it turns out there is a good reason I didn't earn it earlier. I had found two of the sections where you could save. I also found stats you needed to have before progressing. The first stat for the first section, 14 kills, I reached. The next section suggested you needed to have 48 kills. I kept going over, and over, and over this section because I could not get that number. I decided, the next day, that I would give it three tries, then just go on with the game, coming back to this section sometime in the future, eventually, maybe. I ended up giving it only two tries, then just... went on with the rest of the run. Since I knew I wouldn't get it I considered just ignoring the targets out of protest. But... I'm not a protester. So, I killed everything I could. Near the end, knowing I couldn't get the prize, I just finished off a few, not even that close to the end of the run, and... *ding* Trophy! Stupid stats were simply wrong. But it had made me practice, practice, practice. I wonder how long before this I could have gotten the trophy though, since I wouldn't complete the run until I had this bogus stat. I actually, now, thinking back on it, don't think there are enough mobs to kill to even possibly get that high of a stat number. Never mind.
I am zipping through the game at quite a clip now. With most of the puzzles figured out, most techniques for bosses and mini-bosses down, and just a few mini-mini-bosses to puzzle, game life is grand. While I can't always remember, unless something goes with the words heard or read, a game offers neither words to read or hear. What is offered for memory is success. That I can sink my memory teeth into. Further, when I go back and play games from a year ago, I... still remember quite well. At some point memory fades a bit, and I have to rethink things at some points, but it comes back rather quickly. Yes, this sometimes surprises me.
I didn't get to bed until almost 6:00 and I didn't get up until 15:00 again. Oh well. The girls have been fed, and petted while they ate. They got their "morning" pep talk and sweet nothings too. Sam is out enjoying the last of the 'good life'. She so loves the summer, and the outside, save in the hottest of times. She really should be a California or Hawaii cat. Sassy is good wherever, liking it inside much better 90% of the time. Of course, this is the only place Sam knows or has ever known, so... I think she is good with it, mostly. Besides, unless she came up with the money to move and the political power to break the liberal lock on those states... we stay. *grins*
Good day.
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After that zombie play day, where I hadn't slept for a day when I started trying to get that difficult trophy? Well, it turns out there is a good reason I didn't earn it earlier. I had found two of the sections where you could save. I also found stats you needed to have before progressing. The first stat for the first section, 14 kills, I reached. The next section suggested you needed to have 48 kills. I kept going over, and over, and over this section because I could not get that number. I decided, the next day, that I would give it three tries, then just go on with the game, coming back to this section sometime in the future, eventually, maybe. I ended up giving it only two tries, then just... went on with the rest of the run. Since I knew I wouldn't get it I considered just ignoring the targets out of protest. But... I'm not a protester. So, I killed everything I could. Near the end, knowing I couldn't get the prize, I just finished off a few, not even that close to the end of the run, and... *ding* Trophy! Stupid stats were simply wrong. But it had made me practice, practice, practice. I wonder how long before this I could have gotten the trophy though, since I wouldn't complete the run until I had this bogus stat. I actually, now, thinking back on it, don't think there are enough mobs to kill to even possibly get that high of a stat number. Never mind.
I am zipping through the game at quite a clip now. With most of the puzzles figured out, most techniques for bosses and mini-bosses down, and just a few mini-mini-bosses to puzzle, game life is grand. While I can't always remember, unless something goes with the words heard or read, a game offers neither words to read or hear. What is offered for memory is success. That I can sink my memory teeth into. Further, when I go back and play games from a year ago, I... still remember quite well. At some point memory fades a bit, and I have to rethink things at some points, but it comes back rather quickly. Yes, this sometimes surprises me.
I didn't get to bed until almost 6:00 and I didn't get up until 15:00 again. Oh well. The girls have been fed, and petted while they ate. They got their "morning" pep talk and sweet nothings too. Sam is out enjoying the last of the 'good life'. She so loves the summer, and the outside, save in the hottest of times. She really should be a California or Hawaii cat. Sassy is good wherever, liking it inside much better 90% of the time. Of course, this is the only place Sam knows or has ever known, so... I think she is good with it, mostly. Besides, unless she came up with the money to move and the political power to break the liberal lock on those states... we stay. *grins*
Good day.
Clarifications.
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I know I left off fairly starkly with that last post. Yeah, well, okay, everything hurt.
I do my Father's will, I do. And, sometime in the past, long ago now, that was all of it. At this point? I love my life. I don't simply humbly oblige God and dredge through life. No, not a bit! I embrace my life, with it's warts, hurts, burns. Those things aren't the whole of my life, either. They aren't even the majority. My life is even sensuous, pleasing, fun, too. And I love to work when I can. I have a fantastic life!
No, that last post was just... when I so plainly see the difference through my senses, when I compare here with there, when I face it, am forced to face it? Of course I cry. You will too, when you see. You cannot imagine the difference. You are probably not even as disabled as I am, but you can't know how painful life itself is, at least in this disordered versions of things, until you see the other side.
It reminds that when I died that time, when they brought me back, I cried every waking hour for three days. I was so angry with the doctors that if I had been a sociopath or psychopath I would have done them grievous harm. Then again, if I was either of those I probably wouldn't have gone where I went. Further, coming back to the pain of the attempted suicide, hunger, and even simply needing to breath... It was disorienting and painful in ways words simply fail to be able to express. Perhaps nail your hand to a plank of wood, rip it off, then put it in burning oil? Yeah, maybe. That would get you to the point where we could discuss it apples to crab-apples anyway.
I do abide Father, but I don't do it miserably or as a duty. And I do believe this pleases Him. It's a circular thing. The more you do to please God, the easier life becomes, no matter your circumstances. If I can enjoy life anyone can. Yes, you and you and you. Yes, you can. Of all the things created, only one matters. All other things were made so that one thing could simply be... Life. The love of a God to make all things for this... You will see, sooner than you may suspect. But no matter, time flies. Be ready, be good, love, and love living.
By the way, if you think the Catholic Church holds secrets, has hidden wealth, and all sorts of such? You are right. The song "Miserere mei, Deus" (Have mercy on me, O God) was a Vatican state secret for centuries. Some of the other settings may still be held in reserve. I have to guess She holds many other secrets and wealth as such. Though, if a state decides to steal Her wealth, they will find they have merely 'rolled' a nun for all they get. For without faith, even the art, but literature and music too, are... hollow, empty, valueless of coin.
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I know I left off fairly starkly with that last post. Yeah, well, okay, everything hurt.
I do my Father's will, I do. And, sometime in the past, long ago now, that was all of it. At this point? I love my life. I don't simply humbly oblige God and dredge through life. No, not a bit! I embrace my life, with it's warts, hurts, burns. Those things aren't the whole of my life, either. They aren't even the majority. My life is even sensuous, pleasing, fun, too. And I love to work when I can. I have a fantastic life!
No, that last post was just... when I so plainly see the difference through my senses, when I compare here with there, when I face it, am forced to face it? Of course I cry. You will too, when you see. You cannot imagine the difference. You are probably not even as disabled as I am, but you can't know how painful life itself is, at least in this disordered versions of things, until you see the other side.
It reminds that when I died that time, when they brought me back, I cried every waking hour for three days. I was so angry with the doctors that if I had been a sociopath or psychopath I would have done them grievous harm. Then again, if I was either of those I probably wouldn't have gone where I went. Further, coming back to the pain of the attempted suicide, hunger, and even simply needing to breath... It was disorienting and painful in ways words simply fail to be able to express. Perhaps nail your hand to a plank of wood, rip it off, then put it in burning oil? Yeah, maybe. That would get you to the point where we could discuss it apples to crab-apples anyway.
I do abide Father, but I don't do it miserably or as a duty. And I do believe this pleases Him. It's a circular thing. The more you do to please God, the easier life becomes, no matter your circumstances. If I can enjoy life anyone can. Yes, you and you and you. Yes, you can. Of all the things created, only one matters. All other things were made so that one thing could simply be... Life. The love of a God to make all things for this... You will see, sooner than you may suspect. But no matter, time flies. Be ready, be good, love, and love living.
By the way, if you think the Catholic Church holds secrets, has hidden wealth, and all sorts of such? You are right. The song "Miserere mei, Deus" (Have mercy on me, O God) was a Vatican state secret for centuries. Some of the other settings may still be held in reserve. I have to guess She holds many other secrets and wealth as such. Though, if a state decides to steal Her wealth, they will find they have merely 'rolled' a nun for all they get. For without faith, even the art, but literature and music too, are... hollow, empty, valueless of coin.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Some days are just difficult.
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I won't say today is one of those days, only that one of my regular blog reads seems to be spiritually bleeding. Her remedy is a good one, as they go. But her remedy also brings things to mind that... cause me great pains. As I mentioned, having seen past the veil makes living here harder yet than it already has become, which is far worse than normal life for most which is difficult too. It can be summed up with two pieces of music, one is her salve, one is mine or at least an explanation of my life. The difference between the two does not even compare life here and there, or expose even more than moderately the way that knowing tears at my heart and mind. It does hint at the differences, my issues. But I do Father's will, and stay, and do my best, as is and all. Patience, faith, and a few other things have grown and now are my keepers. Keepers aren't always the best painkillers.
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I won't say today is one of those days, only that one of my regular blog reads seems to be spiritually bleeding. Her remedy is a good one, as they go. But her remedy also brings things to mind that... cause me great pains. As I mentioned, having seen past the veil makes living here harder yet than it already has become, which is far worse than normal life for most which is difficult too. It can be summed up with two pieces of music, one is her salve, one is mine or at least an explanation of my life. The difference between the two does not even compare life here and there, or expose even more than moderately the way that knowing tears at my heart and mind. It does hint at the differences, my issues. But I do Father's will, and stay, and do my best, as is and all. Patience, faith, and a few other things have grown and now are my keepers. Keepers aren't always the best painkillers.
The best of plans and intent...
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Going a day without sleep in order to reschedule sleep patterns since I had stayed up too late sounded like a great plan. At times in my life, that does work. Not this time. Beyond getting stuck on stupid trying to get that trophy, it seems that when I stay up, it doesn't always mean I can get to bed earlier. I didn't end up going down until... 4:00? I did, finally, get to sleep at that point. And I did sleep. But it was not a restful sleep, it was the sleep of the dead. Waking at 15:00 or so, with a headache as if I had consumed far too much beer last night, but without the accompanying dry mouth, I feel more like I tussled with a rhino and lost. The headache, at least, is not a migraine. It is bad, but it is a nice dull pain, slightly to the left of the center of my skill, that makes me think a battle axe split through from front to back, down to a few inches above my spinal column. I'll down some aspirin shortly.
Hey, but in my life, since the doctors can't really help and nothing I do works every time, I don't mind taking pot shots at things that have worked. Suffering just goes to the souls in purgatory, if too... I don't mean to... add to what I go through, on purpose. And I certainly don't mind trying to alleviate the suffering. I am pretty sure even souls in purgatory don't mind me taking some painkillers when warranted, if memory serves. They get enough anyway. *grins*
On to some... actual news. It seems "science" has decided that kids are fatter now because fast-food chains' advertising is imprinting on childrens' minds. The study ignores huge problems with the notion. They ignore the fact that the obesity tables were changed about a decade ago, to be much more "inclusive". They ignore that it is not children, but parents or other care providers who decide what, where, and when children eat. They ignore the fact that, by population, the number of children is greatly reduced from 20 years ago. Families are having fewer and fewer children, leading to coddling, reducing in home child-to-child play and competition. A family with six children, as well, is MUCH less likely to eat at McDonalds than a family with one or two children... the price, you see, is untenable. There are at least a half dozen other qualifiers that are simply being ignored, probably in a push to eliminate or regulate advertising. On the other hand, my first fast-food chains are still in my mind. I see and I get... hungry... all over again! Or... something like that. Thank you, Jawa!
As for creepy things companies do? Okay, this is downright creepy. There are so many things wrong with this I can't begin to go through it all. Of course, most people would just be happy to be "found" that they really wouldn't care. Heck, most people see nothing at all wrong with this. Well, until it all goes very bad, one way or another. It makes you wonder when they do this with no prizes, for... other reasons. My guess is, though, that they didn't do it for the public's sake, they did it because they wanted to try to make sure their people, or the ad agency, didn't rig the thing. They are trying to not allow the contest to be rigged. It only has a slim chance of working though. Cheaters are being created from grade school on now, it's the only way it seems. I would wish them luck, but luck being what it is and what they are doing as the method make well-wishes in their effort nearly impossible for me.
Life, death. The strangest of anomalies. No one really knows how they work, logic doesn't fit, the will to live can help but that isn't always the answer. Sure, you see stories about people who kept going and going and going in an effort to live. What you don't see is that most of the people in dire situations die no matter what they do or the stories of people who are completely stuck, do nothing, and still get saved. A young man anda young woman have survived against... anything logical. They will both get to have a chance at full, whole, lives... impossibly. I would say life for them will be very different in that they... have a greater appreciation for life. In the next case, something that seems impossible to have happened did. A young man lost his life for no good reason. Oh, don't blame YouTube, silly human tricks, or glass manufacturers. It isn't even luck, or the lack of it. It is... just the way of things. Pray for his family, and the repose of his soul. Now, while the death of a 59 year old man is not funny, some circumstances surrounding his death... A drummer in a disco band, playing somewhere in South America, died while his band was playing. His fellow band members didn't notice. What I could say about disco, drummers, and such? No, no, I will just leave it there. I have said a prayer for his family and friends too. Just understand from these things that life and death and health are not in our hands. We simply don't understand.
And finally, a story of to Russia with love that has an ironic ending. Ironic? Something. I was just discussing GM crops, "organic" foods, and such, the other day. It seems Russia is the latest to fall for Greenpeace lies. Now, the thing with Russia is, their leaders no more believe, let alone care, about the notion of genetically modified foods than myself or any other right-minded individual. What they do care about is maintaining power. The power that control of food, and limits on that, is immense. This is not about food safety, this is about control through the stomach. Greenpeace, after all, is just an bastard offspring of the ideological communist assault on America in the the first place. And, it's intent is exactly how it is being applied in Russia, using their own American political involvement front group spawn as... political cover. Yeah, I think that IS ironic... for the Russian people anyway. Government control of who gets artificially scarcified needed goods is what this is about.
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Going a day without sleep in order to reschedule sleep patterns since I had stayed up too late sounded like a great plan. At times in my life, that does work. Not this time. Beyond getting stuck on stupid trying to get that trophy, it seems that when I stay up, it doesn't always mean I can get to bed earlier. I didn't end up going down until... 4:00? I did, finally, get to sleep at that point. And I did sleep. But it was not a restful sleep, it was the sleep of the dead. Waking at 15:00 or so, with a headache as if I had consumed far too much beer last night, but without the accompanying dry mouth, I feel more like I tussled with a rhino and lost. The headache, at least, is not a migraine. It is bad, but it is a nice dull pain, slightly to the left of the center of my skill, that makes me think a battle axe split through from front to back, down to a few inches above my spinal column. I'll down some aspirin shortly.
Hey, but in my life, since the doctors can't really help and nothing I do works every time, I don't mind taking pot shots at things that have worked. Suffering just goes to the souls in purgatory, if too... I don't mean to... add to what I go through, on purpose. And I certainly don't mind trying to alleviate the suffering. I am pretty sure even souls in purgatory don't mind me taking some painkillers when warranted, if memory serves. They get enough anyway. *grins*
On to some... actual news. It seems "science" has decided that kids are fatter now because fast-food chains' advertising is imprinting on childrens' minds. The study ignores huge problems with the notion. They ignore the fact that the obesity tables were changed about a decade ago, to be much more "inclusive". They ignore that it is not children, but parents or other care providers who decide what, where, and when children eat. They ignore the fact that, by population, the number of children is greatly reduced from 20 years ago. Families are having fewer and fewer children, leading to coddling, reducing in home child-to-child play and competition. A family with six children, as well, is MUCH less likely to eat at McDonalds than a family with one or two children... the price, you see, is untenable. There are at least a half dozen other qualifiers that are simply being ignored, probably in a push to eliminate or regulate advertising. On the other hand, my first fast-food chains are still in my mind. I see and I get... hungry... all over again! Or... something like that. Thank you, Jawa!
As for creepy things companies do? Okay, this is downright creepy. There are so many things wrong with this I can't begin to go through it all. Of course, most people would just be happy to be "found" that they really wouldn't care. Heck, most people see nothing at all wrong with this. Well, until it all goes very bad, one way or another. It makes you wonder when they do this with no prizes, for... other reasons. My guess is, though, that they didn't do it for the public's sake, they did it because they wanted to try to make sure their people, or the ad agency, didn't rig the thing. They are trying to not allow the contest to be rigged. It only has a slim chance of working though. Cheaters are being created from grade school on now, it's the only way it seems. I would wish them luck, but luck being what it is and what they are doing as the method make well-wishes in their effort nearly impossible for me.
Life, death. The strangest of anomalies. No one really knows how they work, logic doesn't fit, the will to live can help but that isn't always the answer. Sure, you see stories about people who kept going and going and going in an effort to live. What you don't see is that most of the people in dire situations die no matter what they do or the stories of people who are completely stuck, do nothing, and still get saved. A young man anda young woman have survived against... anything logical. They will both get to have a chance at full, whole, lives... impossibly. I would say life for them will be very different in that they... have a greater appreciation for life. In the next case, something that seems impossible to have happened did. A young man lost his life for no good reason. Oh, don't blame YouTube, silly human tricks, or glass manufacturers. It isn't even luck, or the lack of it. It is... just the way of things. Pray for his family, and the repose of his soul. Now, while the death of a 59 year old man is not funny, some circumstances surrounding his death... A drummer in a disco band, playing somewhere in South America, died while his band was playing. His fellow band members didn't notice. What I could say about disco, drummers, and such? No, no, I will just leave it there. I have said a prayer for his family and friends too. Just understand from these things that life and death and health are not in our hands. We simply don't understand.
And finally, a story of to Russia with love that has an ironic ending. Ironic? Something. I was just discussing GM crops, "organic" foods, and such, the other day. It seems Russia is the latest to fall for Greenpeace lies. Now, the thing with Russia is, their leaders no more believe, let alone care, about the notion of genetically modified foods than myself or any other right-minded individual. What they do care about is maintaining power. The power that control of food, and limits on that, is immense. This is not about food safety, this is about control through the stomach. Greenpeace, after all, is just an bastard offspring of the ideological communist assault on America in the the first place. And, it's intent is exactly how it is being applied in Russia, using their own American political involvement front group spawn as... political cover. Yeah, I think that IS ironic... for the Russian people anyway. Government control of who gets artificially scarcified needed goods is what this is about.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Up all day, but it isn't pretty.
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I am glad I decided to stay up. The packages from Emergency Essentials arrived as did the strap machine. The EE package indicated that the total weight of the two boxes was 60 pounds. It felt like a whole lot more. Then again I hadn't slept in a day by then. I have everything stowed, save the strapping device, which now means I can put my AC away, in it's original packaging. I haven't been using it for several weeks, give or take. I am hoping it is dry. I don't know about this air conditioner, but most I have had collect water. I'll check that in the morning. If it needs drained, I'll figure that out. Then again this isn't Iowa. I did cook some meat earlier in the day, plus supper arrived on time. It was a good day, foodwise.
I really need to figure out the outdoor faucet before it freezes. I know it has to be getting close, time wise. Digging, lots of digging, still to do. Either that or I just push the dirt back in the hole. Gah! So close, so stuck. We will see.
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I am glad I decided to stay up. The packages from Emergency Essentials arrived as did the strap machine. The EE package indicated that the total weight of the two boxes was 60 pounds. It felt like a whole lot more. Then again I hadn't slept in a day by then. I have everything stowed, save the strapping device, which now means I can put my AC away, in it's original packaging. I haven't been using it for several weeks, give or take. I am hoping it is dry. I don't know about this air conditioner, but most I have had collect water. I'll check that in the morning. If it needs drained, I'll figure that out. Then again this isn't Iowa. I did cook some meat earlier in the day, plus supper arrived on time. It was a good day, foodwise.
I really need to figure out the outdoor faucet before it freezes. I know it has to be getting close, time wise. Digging, lots of digging, still to do. Either that or I just push the dirt back in the hole. Gah! So close, so stuck. We will see.
Don't shoot the messenger?
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Looking through the news I ran across this little nugget. Oh, I am faithful, but to try and let secularists say things seems to sooth some nerves. Oh, don't shoot me or Howard. Me? Because I'll shoot back and probably better. Howard? Because he isn't the problem. Oh heck, just listen to it. I laughed myself to tears. Tears when I realized how much of the population is like that. I was called a racist, by a so-called conservative, for believing blacks vote Democrat as a bloc so as to get free goodies. Where has that conservative been hiding. (It was Republican white activists you see in the civil rights clashes in the 50's and 60's down South. It was Democrats with the badges and dogs, for example. It wasn't until Dems saw that Jim Crow laws wouldn't fly that they decided to simply buy the black vote, and they have.) The demographic bomb is what worries me, that can't be fixed. Well, not quite like an election even if it takes four years. :p
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Looking through the news I ran across this little nugget. Oh, I am faithful, but to try and let secularists say things seems to sooth some nerves. Oh, don't shoot me or Howard. Me? Because I'll shoot back and probably better. Howard? Because he isn't the problem. Oh heck, just listen to it. I laughed myself to tears. Tears when I realized how much of the population is like that. I was called a racist, by a so-called conservative, for believing blacks vote Democrat as a bloc so as to get free goodies. Where has that conservative been hiding. (It was Republican white activists you see in the civil rights clashes in the 50's and 60's down South. It was Democrats with the badges and dogs, for example. It wasn't until Dems saw that Jim Crow laws wouldn't fly that they decided to simply buy the black vote, and they have.) The demographic bomb is what worries me, that can't be fixed. Well, not quite like an election even if it takes four years. :p
Luck, news, and bedtime.
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Hmm, it seems some people actually do have a good grasp of things. Luck, like many other superstitions vying to replace religion, often explains why people are the way they are. But only by people who seem to have nothing. This fellow dispels that notion quite well. h/t AoSHQ
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Hmm, it seems some people actually do have a good grasp of things. Luck, like many other superstitions vying to replace religion, often explains why people are the way they are. But only by people who seem to have nothing. This fellow dispels that notion quite well. h/t AoSHQ
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