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Long hours, that is all I know. I can't track time. Awake or asleep. I try to remember to set the alarm but by the time I am exhausted enough to sleep... I usually forget. Forget? Not quite the correct term. I did fix food last night for the first time in... a while. Busted me up a bit to eat. I have had much, much worse on that score. Still, it's been a while since I have gone even a few days without at least one proper square. Beside the stomach having to learn to work again, the whole g.i. has to figure out what to do with this stuff. I'm mostly over the cramping and... the rest of it. Well... perhaps one more trip. That's what sudoku is good for though. Yeah, but I am pushing myself physically. Pushing things just a bit much. Did you feel that thump? *shrug* Can't really change it, just have to work through it.
Didn't get to much. Didn't really care for the game, at least not in the condition I am in. Sleep deprived, figuring out how to digest food again, and angst tripping. I don't know, the series seems to have gone from being about supernatural to being almost a pure melodrama. Not really my thing. Still, I feel compelled to sort through the last few seasons. I'm almost done with season 7. Something in there. They did some research, mixed of course with fiction, and throwing in some action. War in the spirit world is much, much, quieter. And humans simply cannot participate quite as the show puts it. Only when the spirit world entities take on flesh. And, demons, like angels, aren't very good at war. They do not understand subterfuge, traps, tricks. They just don't. Trying to train them to human war styles is like trying to train a cat to fetch. Only should they become predatory do they use some... senses as we might think of it. Now, when angels fight, they are of the warrior cast and are armed and armored. I don't know how well their armor stands up to bullets, but I don't think it holds up well.
Mind you, I think you can only send an angel or demon back to their home base. Can't slay them forever. If I do think there is a price for those who are sent back... no way back to earth for some time, perhaps a need to heal, and it probably stings a bit. Whereas, if they come, and return sort of naturally, or by choice, sort of like us from old age they time out... at least angels. Dying "prematurely" is not popular with demons, or angels if for different reasons. Demons hate hell. Angels do love heaven, they just hate failing. Oh, and another thing. While I have suggested that hell isn't what most think? That is only in time. Right now, hell is exactly what is suggested. But that is because God hasn't... put Satan in the final prison. When God wins the final battle, hell will no longer be a perversion of His will. So, yeah, do fear it. Though, I think actually, in the end? The last version of hell will be worse than even being tortured by those who tempted the damned. No more lies means they can't try to excuse themselves, or blame others. Though that may be true in hell currently. Not 100% on that. And... these are just my notions, not... positive. Seeing, dreams, reading, praying, blender... results.
Good night.
Saturday, July 12, 2014
Friday, July 11, 2014
Yeah, a break.
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I still have two or three episodes. But I am going to take a break. Hmm, can't do much physical, immediately. Gaming will have to do. Though a shower first, and resetting the dishes to a hot sudsy soak after that.
Something that irritates me about the shows? I kept meaning to write it, but forgot as I got into other problems. This one is simple and mechanical. They don't pack. They only take their guns out, and then load them, when they are knowingly facing something. Seriously? Sure, there are things that packing won't help with, but even what can't be killed by it could often be slowed down by it. Further, if I believed in the monsters the show highlights, I would always have a silver blade, various types of rounds in my firearm, and I would have a hunting or sniper rifle, with various rounds. All weapons, from bladed to firearm, have limits. Still, you would be amazed at how many weapons one man can carry. And two men? An arsenal, with some crossover and some uniques, would be cake. Trust me.
There whole secular spin fails when looked at closely. Their failures are due to, in theory, taking the high road. But they are never on, and never approach, or never stay, on that high road. It reminds me of all the glib liberal speak-talk that means nothing and goes nowhere. It is doomed. You can't pick the high road based on good intentions without, first, intent. Then follow through. Then delivery. We have seen secular high roads end up murdering hundreds of millions of people and counting. It's alive and evil today, from abortion to medical homicide that is "legal", to many other ways governments, even in soft socialisms, are murdering their citizens. Europe is ripe with it and America is well on the path to joining. I do wonder if that type of governance isn't some sort of Satanic blood ritual. Truly, I do wonder. How many murders will it take to break out the son, who will then break out his father with an increase in the body count?
I still believe only the horsemen will slow things enough that... enough will be alive to fight Armageddon. Whether their actions will damn them, even so? Something that concerns me, peripherally or directly though is not mine to know, yet. Never mind, just... Yes, it is interesting to see what the, probably, damned, think about my area. They don't, yet, understand, that being populist won't save them, that feeling good isn't what it is about, or that taking the high road isn't even possible for those who don't know it. Passions, in the show, and a love of life over truth, are their Achilles's heels.
I don't believe in monsters of these sorts, not quite as they are presented, or in killing them in these ways. I do believe in monsters, angels, demons, but if it walks of flesh it can die of flesh. No hocus pocus or mumbo jumbo needed, no silver bullets, holy water won't burn their skin. While there is such a thing as exorcism, even it isn't that easy. The only time killing won't work? If it isn't God's will. Ever played a game where things have to play out? Even if you have what you need, you still have to go through the steps? So it is with death, and certain people. Now, if neither actor is acting in God's way, then I suppose it comes down to pure will, a bit of luck, and other things. For them it almost doesn't really matter. Perhaps there is some fate, dependent on choices, involved. That's it. Few angels, who arrive to flesh, have any powers. Perhaps a pocket of God's will, perhaps some tools sent with them. A few do, though, mind you. St. Gabriel, St. Michael, and some of the others carry a bit o' heaven with them. Most angels aren't even warriors.
It is interesting, their notion of the soul as a power source. I suppose it is, or could be, the way the sun is. But it can no more be used as fuel as the sun can, at this point. Sure, there is solar. But that is a... cast off minor attempt to use the... glow. It's not a mining of the sun's power at all. But the notion is there. The soul isn't a power source, it is a reality. It is bigger, and more powerful, than all of the time-space we know. It is it's own universe, in a spiritual sense. Valuable? Only to the owner, I suppose the way a flower head is to the rest, or the leaves. Lucifer doesn't want them, they are useless to him. Simply, he wants to corrupt them, as proof that angels are better. That man is useless. In anger, pride. Like a child who smashes his mother's favorite Tiffany lamp because he was told not to play near it. To hurt God, or us, or everybody. What amazes me is that he knows God, personally. One of the few angels. Which is why I suspect not-God has gotten his claws into Satan. When God was deciding who and what God is, He cast of what He was not. That, too, is immortal. Or, at least, He didn't destroy it. Part of His choice in what and who He is, I suspect. Creator. Not just a word, or notion, but pure.
Never mind. On to something else for a bit. Be well.
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I still have two or three episodes. But I am going to take a break. Hmm, can't do much physical, immediately. Gaming will have to do. Though a shower first, and resetting the dishes to a hot sudsy soak after that.
Something that irritates me about the shows? I kept meaning to write it, but forgot as I got into other problems. This one is simple and mechanical. They don't pack. They only take their guns out, and then load them, when they are knowingly facing something. Seriously? Sure, there are things that packing won't help with, but even what can't be killed by it could often be slowed down by it. Further, if I believed in the monsters the show highlights, I would always have a silver blade, various types of rounds in my firearm, and I would have a hunting or sniper rifle, with various rounds. All weapons, from bladed to firearm, have limits. Still, you would be amazed at how many weapons one man can carry. And two men? An arsenal, with some crossover and some uniques, would be cake. Trust me.
There whole secular spin fails when looked at closely. Their failures are due to, in theory, taking the high road. But they are never on, and never approach, or never stay, on that high road. It reminds me of all the glib liberal speak-talk that means nothing and goes nowhere. It is doomed. You can't pick the high road based on good intentions without, first, intent. Then follow through. Then delivery. We have seen secular high roads end up murdering hundreds of millions of people and counting. It's alive and evil today, from abortion to medical homicide that is "legal", to many other ways governments, even in soft socialisms, are murdering their citizens. Europe is ripe with it and America is well on the path to joining. I do wonder if that type of governance isn't some sort of Satanic blood ritual. Truly, I do wonder. How many murders will it take to break out the son, who will then break out his father with an increase in the body count?
I still believe only the horsemen will slow things enough that... enough will be alive to fight Armageddon. Whether their actions will damn them, even so? Something that concerns me, peripherally or directly though is not mine to know, yet. Never mind, just... Yes, it is interesting to see what the, probably, damned, think about my area. They don't, yet, understand, that being populist won't save them, that feeling good isn't what it is about, or that taking the high road isn't even possible for those who don't know it. Passions, in the show, and a love of life over truth, are their Achilles's heels.
I don't believe in monsters of these sorts, not quite as they are presented, or in killing them in these ways. I do believe in monsters, angels, demons, but if it walks of flesh it can die of flesh. No hocus pocus or mumbo jumbo needed, no silver bullets, holy water won't burn their skin. While there is such a thing as exorcism, even it isn't that easy. The only time killing won't work? If it isn't God's will. Ever played a game where things have to play out? Even if you have what you need, you still have to go through the steps? So it is with death, and certain people. Now, if neither actor is acting in God's way, then I suppose it comes down to pure will, a bit of luck, and other things. For them it almost doesn't really matter. Perhaps there is some fate, dependent on choices, involved. That's it. Few angels, who arrive to flesh, have any powers. Perhaps a pocket of God's will, perhaps some tools sent with them. A few do, though, mind you. St. Gabriel, St. Michael, and some of the others carry a bit o' heaven with them. Most angels aren't even warriors.
It is interesting, their notion of the soul as a power source. I suppose it is, or could be, the way the sun is. But it can no more be used as fuel as the sun can, at this point. Sure, there is solar. But that is a... cast off minor attempt to use the... glow. It's not a mining of the sun's power at all. But the notion is there. The soul isn't a power source, it is a reality. It is bigger, and more powerful, than all of the time-space we know. It is it's own universe, in a spiritual sense. Valuable? Only to the owner, I suppose the way a flower head is to the rest, or the leaves. Lucifer doesn't want them, they are useless to him. Simply, he wants to corrupt them, as proof that angels are better. That man is useless. In anger, pride. Like a child who smashes his mother's favorite Tiffany lamp because he was told not to play near it. To hurt God, or us, or everybody. What amazes me is that he knows God, personally. One of the few angels. Which is why I suspect not-God has gotten his claws into Satan. When God was deciding who and what God is, He cast of what He was not. That, too, is immortal. Or, at least, He didn't destroy it. Part of His choice in what and who He is, I suspect. Creator. Not just a word, or notion, but pure.
Never mind. On to something else for a bit. Be well.
A week down?
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Almost. I must have needed it. Zapped. Been having trouble taking medicine regularly. Doing my best. I probably should eat before long too. I have kept the girls fed and watered, but that's about it. The shows? Simple entertainment to annoying in what, and how, they explore some things. Myth, lore, faith or lack of it, things well remembered. Monsters? Yes, true, if more of study for my part. But a distraction while I rest up.
There are things about the tales, and show, that annoy in a different way. Like the leads having tans in spite of obviously being so fully clothed all the time, and when not, they don't have the farmer's marks (tan lines to the neck and only so far up the arms). Some other things, of course. Exorcisms that work, 100% an immediately? Sorry boys. It can take days, months, perhaps longer. Spells? There are no spells. The closest we can get are humble words, called prayers. And those need to be based on, and included in, and for, God's will, not our own. There are some other things, but it is a secular production, with a heavy belief in liberalism and popular liberalism, of the modern wrong sort. I've been in those shoes and those shoes lead to hell. No doubts. While there may be some who will make themselves tools of good or evil, most will just live and then die.
There are some interesting notions, as I have mentioned. They suggest something about what I discussed in the last sentence. They call them vessels, or skin suits when demons take possession. The problem I have seen with demon possessions is in the cases that are known? The possession doesn't work well and the possessed isn't able to... do all that much evil. The possessed, or their conscience... soul... may not be able to kick the demon(s) out, but they can interfere with the intended evil the demon(s) must have had when they took over the form. I suppose, however, that a human, willing to allow an evil spirit in, might be more amenable to doing evil. There are a few other notions that are... new possibilities.
Of course, I have mentioned nephilim here, and before. Being what they are, I have considered them forms of werewolves and vampires, among other things. Corrupted spawn of Adam and Eve. Some normal, mostly, appearing. Others of a more unnatural appearance, to include giants. Most know their place, after the flood. But monsters, in some cases, to be sure. Now, they named the mother of monsters Eve. I think it is because they had already used, and killed off, Lilith. She, actually, is the mother of monsters. Cain was the first father of monsters, but not the last. Well... stories, of course.
Oh, and the notion that the lead characters keep dying, usually not being allowed to remember that? And keep coming back? Oh, preaching to the choir on that one. One of them went through being the target of Lucifer's spirit on earth, the other of being St. Michael's body suit? Ring any bells? Not exactly, but things I have... considered, had concern regarding. Not so much Lucifer, if something dark. As I have suggested, I became Catholic, in part, to... make sure. But it's more being War that still... haunts me. Oh, and creatures like what I suggest I might be? The show suggest we go the purgatory. And... where did I go when I died, the time I remember. Bells, lots of bells. Never mind. Just stories.
Today? I am going to try to... get something done. A few dishes, a load of laundry, a shower, a meal... actually several, but not all, of those. I might even begin weening myself from the series. Perhaps a bit of gaming. I'm not sure I am up to gaming, though. Gaming can take it out of me. I'll know more later.
Good day.
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Almost. I must have needed it. Zapped. Been having trouble taking medicine regularly. Doing my best. I probably should eat before long too. I have kept the girls fed and watered, but that's about it. The shows? Simple entertainment to annoying in what, and how, they explore some things. Myth, lore, faith or lack of it, things well remembered. Monsters? Yes, true, if more of study for my part. But a distraction while I rest up.
There are things about the tales, and show, that annoy in a different way. Like the leads having tans in spite of obviously being so fully clothed all the time, and when not, they don't have the farmer's marks (tan lines to the neck and only so far up the arms). Some other things, of course. Exorcisms that work, 100% an immediately? Sorry boys. It can take days, months, perhaps longer. Spells? There are no spells. The closest we can get are humble words, called prayers. And those need to be based on, and included in, and for, God's will, not our own. There are some other things, but it is a secular production, with a heavy belief in liberalism and popular liberalism, of the modern wrong sort. I've been in those shoes and those shoes lead to hell. No doubts. While there may be some who will make themselves tools of good or evil, most will just live and then die.
There are some interesting notions, as I have mentioned. They suggest something about what I discussed in the last sentence. They call them vessels, or skin suits when demons take possession. The problem I have seen with demon possessions is in the cases that are known? The possession doesn't work well and the possessed isn't able to... do all that much evil. The possessed, or their conscience... soul... may not be able to kick the demon(s) out, but they can interfere with the intended evil the demon(s) must have had when they took over the form. I suppose, however, that a human, willing to allow an evil spirit in, might be more amenable to doing evil. There are a few other notions that are... new possibilities.
Of course, I have mentioned nephilim here, and before. Being what they are, I have considered them forms of werewolves and vampires, among other things. Corrupted spawn of Adam and Eve. Some normal, mostly, appearing. Others of a more unnatural appearance, to include giants. Most know their place, after the flood. But monsters, in some cases, to be sure. Now, they named the mother of monsters Eve. I think it is because they had already used, and killed off, Lilith. She, actually, is the mother of monsters. Cain was the first father of monsters, but not the last. Well... stories, of course.
Oh, and the notion that the lead characters keep dying, usually not being allowed to remember that? And keep coming back? Oh, preaching to the choir on that one. One of them went through being the target of Lucifer's spirit on earth, the other of being St. Michael's body suit? Ring any bells? Not exactly, but things I have... considered, had concern regarding. Not so much Lucifer, if something dark. As I have suggested, I became Catholic, in part, to... make sure. But it's more being War that still... haunts me. Oh, and creatures like what I suggest I might be? The show suggest we go the purgatory. And... where did I go when I died, the time I remember. Bells, lots of bells. Never mind. Just stories.
Today? I am going to try to... get something done. A few dishes, a load of laundry, a shower, a meal... actually several, but not all, of those. I might even begin weening myself from the series. Perhaps a bit of gaming. I'm not sure I am up to gaming, though. Gaming can take it out of me. I'll know more later.
Good day.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Oh, don't worry.
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I've gone through five seasons in a few days. Four more to go. Why? Hmm... from time to time I see things. Believe? Who can? Not even I. Neither can I disbelieve. Have you ever received advice, or knowledge, or wisdom, that you were sure was bunk? But, when you ran out of options, you tried anyway? Now, this isn't wisdom or advice. Or good, that is. But sometimes there is knowledge. Correct knowledge? As to wisdom? The problem I see that the lead characters have is being secular. Without faith, hard things are harder and easy things are made even more difficult. It's just the way it goes. Struggle against God, or for Him. But you won't Defy Him, not His plan. Can't. Trust me.
As a writer, a storyteller, what bugs me? My stuff isn't all that original. Then again, I never really thought it was. I was pulling from the bible, New and Old. I was pulling from things I have read regarding lore for longer than some of my readers have been alive, by twice. Odin, the Princess of Pain, the demi-god(s) of death, even some weather or other anomalies? I know these, from other cultures, even from science. Some were in Judaism, Christianity, or brought to them. Others were out there in the pagan world. And, yes, I do believe in other gods, just no other God. I don't fully understand that myself, mind you. But whether angels, demons, or other beings, there have always been things more powerful than men. And a reason, at the very least in recent times, they have, for the most part, kept their heads down. God handed them their ass on a platter with the flood. Whether they believed in God before, He sure got their attention with that, and some other things. They know that His sheep, unless welcomed by the black sheep and only for those among them, and other soulless two legs, such as nephilim and children of Cain, are hands off. Why, or how, can I believe there are gods? God said so. He said, "Thou shalt not have strange gods before me". He did not say there were no other gods, He did not say this thing in any other way save to leave, at least, the possibility open. And, truly, the probability, as I see things. I half see His Words as warnings, almost more than a command. Much as a mechanic would advise against running an engine without oil. He is the Mechanic who put it, and us, all together. He would know.
Well, it is entertaining. And, in some interesting ways, informative. I hadn't considered the notion of being vessels, living who choose to offer themselves the form of angel, perhaps other things, willingly. I'm not sure it's necessary. If I do think the person involved... their true potential isn't realized until both they, and the circumstances they are meant to be a party to, exist in the same... what we would call timespace. I do believe, at any time, all who could play the roles, exist. They simply never fulfill their roles, most of them. They simply embody some aspects. But, say I was War, but unrealized. My health sucks, which might make being War... problematic. I think the other half of the key, to fulfilling a role, would return my flesh to health. That I am sure about.
Never mind, just running through ideas. A lot of similar material is covered on the show and in my writings. It is spooky to see it, irritating to see that others have already covered this material, and surprised at some of the notions, and similarities offered. And to note some differences that might be more correct. Tired, though. Time for a nap. I'm just over half way through. Good... night. Hmm... after one more episode.
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I've gone through five seasons in a few days. Four more to go. Why? Hmm... from time to time I see things. Believe? Who can? Not even I. Neither can I disbelieve. Have you ever received advice, or knowledge, or wisdom, that you were sure was bunk? But, when you ran out of options, you tried anyway? Now, this isn't wisdom or advice. Or good, that is. But sometimes there is knowledge. Correct knowledge? As to wisdom? The problem I see that the lead characters have is being secular. Without faith, hard things are harder and easy things are made even more difficult. It's just the way it goes. Struggle against God, or for Him. But you won't Defy Him, not His plan. Can't. Trust me.
As a writer, a storyteller, what bugs me? My stuff isn't all that original. Then again, I never really thought it was. I was pulling from the bible, New and Old. I was pulling from things I have read regarding lore for longer than some of my readers have been alive, by twice. Odin, the Princess of Pain, the demi-god(s) of death, even some weather or other anomalies? I know these, from other cultures, even from science. Some were in Judaism, Christianity, or brought to them. Others were out there in the pagan world. And, yes, I do believe in other gods, just no other God. I don't fully understand that myself, mind you. But whether angels, demons, or other beings, there have always been things more powerful than men. And a reason, at the very least in recent times, they have, for the most part, kept their heads down. God handed them their ass on a platter with the flood. Whether they believed in God before, He sure got their attention with that, and some other things. They know that His sheep, unless welcomed by the black sheep and only for those among them, and other soulless two legs, such as nephilim and children of Cain, are hands off. Why, or how, can I believe there are gods? God said so. He said, "Thou shalt not have strange gods before me". He did not say there were no other gods, He did not say this thing in any other way save to leave, at least, the possibility open. And, truly, the probability, as I see things. I half see His Words as warnings, almost more than a command. Much as a mechanic would advise against running an engine without oil. He is the Mechanic who put it, and us, all together. He would know.
Well, it is entertaining. And, in some interesting ways, informative. I hadn't considered the notion of being vessels, living who choose to offer themselves the form of angel, perhaps other things, willingly. I'm not sure it's necessary. If I do think the person involved... their true potential isn't realized until both they, and the circumstances they are meant to be a party to, exist in the same... what we would call timespace. I do believe, at any time, all who could play the roles, exist. They simply never fulfill their roles, most of them. They simply embody some aspects. But, say I was War, but unrealized. My health sucks, which might make being War... problematic. I think the other half of the key, to fulfilling a role, would return my flesh to health. That I am sure about.
Never mind, just running through ideas. A lot of similar material is covered on the show and in my writings. It is spooky to see it, irritating to see that others have already covered this material, and surprised at some of the notions, and similarities offered. And to note some differences that might be more correct. Tired, though. Time for a nap. I'm just over half way through. Good... night. Hmm... after one more episode.
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
No choice.
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I had to take down-time. There wasn't an option. Oh, I might have been able to push through for a few more days. Not really on fumes, on ghost. I've done it before. The price would have been even higher. As is, I realized I was at the end of my rope and pulled over to the side to take a planned rest. The series showing up was fortuitous. It gave me something to sink my teeth into. I'm not even half way through, and may push to finish it. Entertaining, of course. Some of it offers deja vu, of a sort, but among story tellers, mind you. I have been trying to keep up on medicine. When I hit that wall, doing much is quite a trick. I've only missed a dose or two. Sleeping has just been what it has been.
I am back to trying to figure out what to do, however, and how to do it. I don't know if I will do much work today, but I will begin doing some things. It's just the way that works out sometimes. I pushed last week, and very hard. I did go beyond what... I thought I should. I sort of fell into a trap of my own design, then got good and stuck. I over-promise, but this time it wasn't just involving me. So... At least I was able to keep most of my word. No shooting Thursday, but I did do some things Thursday and again Friday. Yeah... I over-reached my boundaries, and not by a little. And, when I can, I'll do that as often as I can. I just knew there was a price, and simply paid it. It's when I get stingy with rest that I am more at risk for a very long dirt type dive. Probably. I am just hoping the price is nearly paid in full and I can get back to work. Just a few days of good work this week would make me happy, if I think only a few things can happen. I'll put in what I can.
I went to bed very late. I woke earlier than usual. I did a sort of test, to see if this would be pushing my body too much. It seemed okay with it, so I got up. One thing I will be doing is, again and now, pushing for an earlier bedtime and earlier rises. At least I was well within it still being actually morning when I woke. That bottle simply had to spin, for a while, sleep that is. It seems to be coming back into some control. I may need a nap, and will take one, in another hour I suspect. This life I lead is sort of messed up. I am limited, there are prices to pay for doing much of anything, sleep isn't always something I can control, but I put every ounce of what I can offer on the table and push on through. Falling, rising, doing, sleeping, eating. In some ways no more or less than others, in another sense far less, and yet in another sense... far more. Few could do what I do while I do far less than most. I don't like that answer, but... it's just the way it is.
Well, back to the series. A couple more then nap time. Then on to seeing what I might be able to get done. Later.
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I had to take down-time. There wasn't an option. Oh, I might have been able to push through for a few more days. Not really on fumes, on ghost. I've done it before. The price would have been even higher. As is, I realized I was at the end of my rope and pulled over to the side to take a planned rest. The series showing up was fortuitous. It gave me something to sink my teeth into. I'm not even half way through, and may push to finish it. Entertaining, of course. Some of it offers deja vu, of a sort, but among story tellers, mind you. I have been trying to keep up on medicine. When I hit that wall, doing much is quite a trick. I've only missed a dose or two. Sleeping has just been what it has been.
I am back to trying to figure out what to do, however, and how to do it. I don't know if I will do much work today, but I will begin doing some things. It's just the way that works out sometimes. I pushed last week, and very hard. I did go beyond what... I thought I should. I sort of fell into a trap of my own design, then got good and stuck. I over-promise, but this time it wasn't just involving me. So... At least I was able to keep most of my word. No shooting Thursday, but I did do some things Thursday and again Friday. Yeah... I over-reached my boundaries, and not by a little. And, when I can, I'll do that as often as I can. I just knew there was a price, and simply paid it. It's when I get stingy with rest that I am more at risk for a very long dirt type dive. Probably. I am just hoping the price is nearly paid in full and I can get back to work. Just a few days of good work this week would make me happy, if I think only a few things can happen. I'll put in what I can.
I went to bed very late. I woke earlier than usual. I did a sort of test, to see if this would be pushing my body too much. It seemed okay with it, so I got up. One thing I will be doing is, again and now, pushing for an earlier bedtime and earlier rises. At least I was well within it still being actually morning when I woke. That bottle simply had to spin, for a while, sleep that is. It seems to be coming back into some control. I may need a nap, and will take one, in another hour I suspect. This life I lead is sort of messed up. I am limited, there are prices to pay for doing much of anything, sleep isn't always something I can control, but I put every ounce of what I can offer on the table and push on through. Falling, rising, doing, sleeping, eating. In some ways no more or less than others, in another sense far less, and yet in another sense... far more. Few could do what I do while I do far less than most. I don't like that answer, but... it's just the way it is.
Well, back to the series. A couple more then nap time. Then on to seeing what I might be able to get done. Later.
Tuesday, July 8, 2014
Oh now...
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that's just messed. I write about the fact that the series is similar to... things in my life. And the next episode is a story about something, or someone... writing their story in a book. I don't know who or what, yet. Just started. Though I... have my suspicions. Messed up, big. Well, art, life, imitation, truth stranger the fiction... and? Shut up. Still don't like it. Well... back to the show.
Oh? I'm to 2:43 in this show. If the link doesn't quite work, or take you to it, it is season 4, episode 18. In case you have your own access methods.
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The ending of that? Worse. Ah well... Just stories, innit? *hanged man's grin*
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that's just messed. I write about the fact that the series is similar to... things in my life. And the next episode is a story about something, or someone... writing their story in a book. I don't know who or what, yet. Just started. Though I... have my suspicions. Messed up, big. Well, art, life, imitation, truth stranger the fiction... and? Shut up. Still don't like it. Well... back to the show.
Oh? I'm to 2:43 in this show. If the link doesn't quite work, or take you to it, it is season 4, episode 18. In case you have your own access methods.
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The ending of that? Worse. Ah well... Just stories, innit? *hanged man's grin*
Oh, really?
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Maybe or maybe not. I remember conversations I have had with folks about nephilim, demons, angels, God and the like. Some have read what I have written, others haven't. Belief? Yes and no. Some really think these things, and my understandings, are just stories. Entertaining, fairly well constructed mostly, with an ear to 'myth' and some follow up into reality. Linear, just a bit too far. Others have a much stronger belief, usually limited to areas of mutual agreement, leaving off large chunks where there isn't common ground. And, then, there are the folks who don't want to believe. People who's doubts are as much with their doubt as their belief.
The stories seem to be good enough. Even if they must be doubted. And, some doubts... I understand. For example, the notion that the four horsemen, or one of them at least, heard the call to God? Many believe the horsemen are damned. Hell following with the pale horseman might be an indication. And, of course, the notion that one of them is Satan himself. Could be. But something that might be missed is free will colliding with fate and God's will. Well... and confusion and misunderstanding... even for those who participate, as sheep or the actual bringers of the end. Could one or all of the horsemen be Christian, in the true sense of the word? Or even, how could they not be. Either way, they are doing God's will, work. Then again, Satan is doing God's work, and will, just not... consciously willfully? Something. Notions, just like any normal man or woman... something to consider. I don't reap doubt, mind you, I just have and live it, on some things.
People want someone to know all, tell it. Truth is? Only God knows. No, not even angels know. Not St. Michael, not St. Gabriel. It doesn't work like that. They don't even have souls. Usually they don't have flesh. As I have said, that is why good intentions are not enough. It takes good intentions, coupled with positive follow through, ending in a good result. Or it simply doesn't matter. Patting yourself on the back for giving an alcoholic bum a $20 spot, so he can continue to drink? It's the bricks the road to hell is paved with. Feeding, clothing, finding housing for, a family who has had a fire gut their home, until they can get back on their feet? Until they do? Without a price? That's more like it. Even visiting a filthy criminal in prison, and telling them that you are praying for them, or visiting the sick. These are good when done for goodness' sake. There is more. Church, for example, will not save. Only Christ can, and knowing Him. And... Him knowing you. Meet and great Him, let Him into your life, then go to church. Church will not save you anymore than sin can damn you, save the one. But if you go there, do that once and for all damning sin, you will know it beforehand. No one does that by accident. That's a part of that sin, to do it knowingly. It is doubt in God's forgiveness that will damn many, most actually. For that is doubting the power of Christ's sacrifice, which is one aspect of the unforgivable sin.
I don't know it all. I have spent a hard life looking. For truth, which turns out to be Truth. I have made, make, and will continue to make, mistakes, to sin. Big, small, known, and unknown. But my faith isn't in my deeds, knowledge, wisdom, it is in Christ. I used to believe I was strong enough to be my own. No one is, save God. Period. I understand secularism, spiritualism, and even an attempt at atheism. I have been past the veil, seen that there is Truth beyond it. Took a long time to finally bow. In humility, in reverence, in awe, and not just for what I will get. I have some doubts if I have a soul. Even so, I bow. Belief about the rest of it? No more required than a belief in angels, or demons. Not required, though... strongly advised, as I see things. The bible isn't a story book. My blog may be, but the bible isn't. Is the bible understood? I think, mostly, but still yes and no, not even by the faithful, not even by angels, certainly not by demons.
Anyway. Yeah, I understand doubts. I commend them, recommend them at times, have them, and share them. But I have seen what I have seen, done what I have done, and share it... if... not always absolutely directly, or accurately. I am not sure we can, yet, share like that. We don't even know our own minds, not fully. How are we going to share what we don't know? Will? The faithful give that to God and yet still sin.
Yeah... I saw doubt in a young man's eyes, one who reads here from time to time. He won't question me, not directly. And, I was thinking... I am glad he cannot believe. I hope he never learns what would allow him to believe. But I don't want him to die young, either. He will know, or the possibilities, should he live long enough. Innocence is lost, in life, and only the Redeemer can find it and return it. I just hope that, when the pains of some of the truths of life find him, that he will find the humility to kneel. And pray. And surrender to the understanding that he can't know and isn't strong enough to... be his own man. Not without God.
Oh... well... yes... I'm not just an ogre, or nephilim, hiding away. I think, live, breath, hope, and pray. And I probably have seen and done things that really aren't possible. Either slightly deluded, a bit mind and soul weary, perhaps open to suggestion, but maybe, just maybe... telling some truths that are uncomfortable. I remember much, but so little too, at times... Later.
.
Maybe or maybe not. I remember conversations I have had with folks about nephilim, demons, angels, God and the like. Some have read what I have written, others haven't. Belief? Yes and no. Some really think these things, and my understandings, are just stories. Entertaining, fairly well constructed mostly, with an ear to 'myth' and some follow up into reality. Linear, just a bit too far. Others have a much stronger belief, usually limited to areas of mutual agreement, leaving off large chunks where there isn't common ground. And, then, there are the folks who don't want to believe. People who's doubts are as much with their doubt as their belief.
The stories seem to be good enough. Even if they must be doubted. And, some doubts... I understand. For example, the notion that the four horsemen, or one of them at least, heard the call to God? Many believe the horsemen are damned. Hell following with the pale horseman might be an indication. And, of course, the notion that one of them is Satan himself. Could be. But something that might be missed is free will colliding with fate and God's will. Well... and confusion and misunderstanding... even for those who participate, as sheep or the actual bringers of the end. Could one or all of the horsemen be Christian, in the true sense of the word? Or even, how could they not be. Either way, they are doing God's will, work. Then again, Satan is doing God's work, and will, just not... consciously willfully? Something. Notions, just like any normal man or woman... something to consider. I don't reap doubt, mind you, I just have and live it, on some things.
People want someone to know all, tell it. Truth is? Only God knows. No, not even angels know. Not St. Michael, not St. Gabriel. It doesn't work like that. They don't even have souls. Usually they don't have flesh. As I have said, that is why good intentions are not enough. It takes good intentions, coupled with positive follow through, ending in a good result. Or it simply doesn't matter. Patting yourself on the back for giving an alcoholic bum a $20 spot, so he can continue to drink? It's the bricks the road to hell is paved with. Feeding, clothing, finding housing for, a family who has had a fire gut their home, until they can get back on their feet? Until they do? Without a price? That's more like it. Even visiting a filthy criminal in prison, and telling them that you are praying for them, or visiting the sick. These are good when done for goodness' sake. There is more. Church, for example, will not save. Only Christ can, and knowing Him. And... Him knowing you. Meet and great Him, let Him into your life, then go to church. Church will not save you anymore than sin can damn you, save the one. But if you go there, do that once and for all damning sin, you will know it beforehand. No one does that by accident. That's a part of that sin, to do it knowingly. It is doubt in God's forgiveness that will damn many, most actually. For that is doubting the power of Christ's sacrifice, which is one aspect of the unforgivable sin.
I don't know it all. I have spent a hard life looking. For truth, which turns out to be Truth. I have made, make, and will continue to make, mistakes, to sin. Big, small, known, and unknown. But my faith isn't in my deeds, knowledge, wisdom, it is in Christ. I used to believe I was strong enough to be my own. No one is, save God. Period. I understand secularism, spiritualism, and even an attempt at atheism. I have been past the veil, seen that there is Truth beyond it. Took a long time to finally bow. In humility, in reverence, in awe, and not just for what I will get. I have some doubts if I have a soul. Even so, I bow. Belief about the rest of it? No more required than a belief in angels, or demons. Not required, though... strongly advised, as I see things. The bible isn't a story book. My blog may be, but the bible isn't. Is the bible understood? I think, mostly, but still yes and no, not even by the faithful, not even by angels, certainly not by demons.
Anyway. Yeah, I understand doubts. I commend them, recommend them at times, have them, and share them. But I have seen what I have seen, done what I have done, and share it... if... not always absolutely directly, or accurately. I am not sure we can, yet, share like that. We don't even know our own minds, not fully. How are we going to share what we don't know? Will? The faithful give that to God and yet still sin.
Yeah... I saw doubt in a young man's eyes, one who reads here from time to time. He won't question me, not directly. And, I was thinking... I am glad he cannot believe. I hope he never learns what would allow him to believe. But I don't want him to die young, either. He will know, or the possibilities, should he live long enough. Innocence is lost, in life, and only the Redeemer can find it and return it. I just hope that, when the pains of some of the truths of life find him, that he will find the humility to kneel. And pray. And surrender to the understanding that he can't know and isn't strong enough to... be his own man. Not without God.
Oh... well... yes... I'm not just an ogre, or nephilim, hiding away. I think, live, breath, hope, and pray. And I probably have seen and done things that really aren't possible. Either slightly deluded, a bit mind and soul weary, perhaps open to suggestion, but maybe, just maybe... telling some truths that are uncomfortable. I remember much, but so little too, at times... Later.
Yes, still awake.
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Look, it's the way it goes sometimes. At least there is entertainment.
What amazes me about the shows is... well... if you have read here for a long time, you will see some of the notions covered. More isn't written. No, never a demon hunter, or even monster hunter, of course. A hunter, and a lorehound, sure. And some of the things I have seen. If you took my blog and made it into a series of shows... you could get there. It's almost spooky at times.
It is tearing my body up, a bit, to watch. I am sort of trying to sort that part out and get back to normal. I just seem fixated. I am about a third the way through. As I said, add the two lead character together. They are seemingly opposites, so I can see why the doubt. I call it the Durden/Narrator effect. And, as I have mentioned, I am... many things. A bastard of many things. This is just one area. Too big, too little, too strong, too weak. All stories, of course. But stories are, hmm... all we are. Never mind, just some thoughts.
Of course, perhaps I am just open to suggestion. Perhaps, being ill, I think whatever I am sold. But I am going to tell you, whatever the case, that there is some strong mojo in those tales, according to my own understandings. They aren't perfect, or always right, and of course fictionally based... for now. But they cover much, sometimes the stories have the details right according to what I have learned and seen, sometimes it is the characters and as I have lived my life and come to believe, or simply gone through. It truly is almost spooky. I really can't wait to see more. Oh, and... I am lip syncing some of the episodes as I am watching, in time with the dialogue... the first time I see them. Yes, yes... it certainly happens.
Never mind, again. Just... saying. Oh, but remember, I haven't watched television for... years, half a decade? A decade now? And I don't read, so... Yeah, never mind.
Good... night.
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Look, it's the way it goes sometimes. At least there is entertainment.
What amazes me about the shows is... well... if you have read here for a long time, you will see some of the notions covered. More isn't written. No, never a demon hunter, or even monster hunter, of course. A hunter, and a lorehound, sure. And some of the things I have seen. If you took my blog and made it into a series of shows... you could get there. It's almost spooky at times.
It is tearing my body up, a bit, to watch. I am sort of trying to sort that part out and get back to normal. I just seem fixated. I am about a third the way through. As I said, add the two lead character together. They are seemingly opposites, so I can see why the doubt. I call it the Durden/Narrator effect. And, as I have mentioned, I am... many things. A bastard of many things. This is just one area. Too big, too little, too strong, too weak. All stories, of course. But stories are, hmm... all we are. Never mind, just some thoughts.
Of course, perhaps I am just open to suggestion. Perhaps, being ill, I think whatever I am sold. But I am going to tell you, whatever the case, that there is some strong mojo in those tales, according to my own understandings. They aren't perfect, or always right, and of course fictionally based... for now. But they cover much, sometimes the stories have the details right according to what I have learned and seen, sometimes it is the characters and as I have lived my life and come to believe, or simply gone through. It truly is almost spooky. I really can't wait to see more. Oh, and... I am lip syncing some of the episodes as I am watching, in time with the dialogue... the first time I see them. Yes, yes... it certainly happens.
Never mind, again. Just... saying. Oh, but remember, I haven't watched television for... years, half a decade? A decade now? And I don't read, so... Yeah, never mind.
Good... night.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Longer than a nap.
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But I wouldn't exactly call it a regular sleep. Tonight I will put in the effort to get to bed earlier, and wake earlier. I've simply not been sleeping as I should, and it's kind of fun to let go on that once in a while. To push it, instead of cowing to sleep needs and demands. I don't get to do that often, I often can't, and I have been putting things in the schedule that sort of preclude that anyway, this summer. But I think it's giving me headaches. So... enough fun is enough. Still, it really was fun. When I was a "kid", that was my life. Burning the candle at both ends wasn't a joy, that was just regular life. Don't most "kids" do that?
I keep thinking about Game. From alpha types, to include sigmas, on to betas, deltas, and gammas. Truth is, the difference is often one of perception and interaction. Who believes what. It is why I suggest, when questioned, turn that back on the questioner. A question like, "Just who do you think you are?", needs to be turned on it's head. An assertive answer like,"Uhrm, who, exactly, do YOU think I am?", but without much emphasis on the question, and more of a demand/command style interrogative, pushing into 'their' territory and space and mind, is the way to go. Add a dose of mockery and some slighting of the original intent and directed at the questioner...
Still, the physical differences between men at the different levels isn't all that much. It's a matter of will power, in the end. Oh, sure, some believe that a very fit man is higher on the totem pole. That isn't even true. It's only good for players. Having muscle, for a man, is as natural as having beauty for a woman, and varies. But it's more having enough will and enough strength to back that up reasonably. That's all it takes. But enough strength too, to not have to become aggressive. Assertive is all that is needed, with the strength to ensure it. Being a body beautiful isn't good. Besides, what it takes to get and maintain that detracts from the necessary interactions needed to find a woman. It's the male equivalent of a woman who spends so much time dressing and making herself up that she has no time to get out and be noticed. Also, it often makes a man a muscle nerd. If that is all he has, he depends on it too much, much as a man of poetry. A trap of, and in, self. Although being weak of body makes having a strong will and the ability to express confidence equally difficult. There is a balance.
It is a competitive sport. The prize you ask? Why... it's children. Although having children conveys a lot more than just that. Wanted or not. Which means those pretty couples who stay pretty but have no children? Are dead ends. Vanity over genetic continuation is just as much a failure as the people who believe their ugliness, or weakness(es), bars them from entering the Game, and so are single and angry. Oh, I'm ugly, I just don't care. :) I just can't get to the arena for competition these days. Too tired. Same effect, unfortunately, but at least I'm taking a pile of pills just to draw in air, so have an excuse. And, even so, I have at least three children out there. And have been engaged four times. Both those over the fact that I have nearly been dead most of my adult life. I feel sorry for those who have nothing, not even memories.
I guess I just get grumpy about people who could, should, easily find love, but don't even try. Some of them haven't been trained well. It doesn't take much to lift your abilities, either. If many don't understand that. Then again, the pressure, social, economic, cultural, governmental, and even in most "churches", for generations now, has been dead set against people having children. Those who are natural to it, though, have ignored. Often, like when I was younger, lip service was paid to the ideas while I was busy putting my boots under many beds. There is that, natural Game. But it doesn't work out well, even with successes. Something has to give on those fronts. It will, but only through an economic collapse. An inevitable one. We are about a third to a quarter of the way through that. It's a matter of not letting everything collapse. But that doesn't seem to be the case either. Time will tell if Wisdom, or death, wins out.
Blathering. Yes indeed. Just woke. Some dreams still on the tongue but just slightly out of reach and sight, I think. Short sleeps don't leave much margin by which to remember such things. But... it's in the post, somehow.
Later.
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But I wouldn't exactly call it a regular sleep. Tonight I will put in the effort to get to bed earlier, and wake earlier. I've simply not been sleeping as I should, and it's kind of fun to let go on that once in a while. To push it, instead of cowing to sleep needs and demands. I don't get to do that often, I often can't, and I have been putting things in the schedule that sort of preclude that anyway, this summer. But I think it's giving me headaches. So... enough fun is enough. Still, it really was fun. When I was a "kid", that was my life. Burning the candle at both ends wasn't a joy, that was just regular life. Don't most "kids" do that?
I keep thinking about Game. From alpha types, to include sigmas, on to betas, deltas, and gammas. Truth is, the difference is often one of perception and interaction. Who believes what. It is why I suggest, when questioned, turn that back on the questioner. A question like, "Just who do you think you are?", needs to be turned on it's head. An assertive answer like,"Uhrm, who, exactly, do YOU think I am?", but without much emphasis on the question, and more of a demand/command style interrogative, pushing into 'their' territory and space and mind, is the way to go. Add a dose of mockery and some slighting of the original intent and directed at the questioner...
Still, the physical differences between men at the different levels isn't all that much. It's a matter of will power, in the end. Oh, sure, some believe that a very fit man is higher on the totem pole. That isn't even true. It's only good for players. Having muscle, for a man, is as natural as having beauty for a woman, and varies. But it's more having enough will and enough strength to back that up reasonably. That's all it takes. But enough strength too, to not have to become aggressive. Assertive is all that is needed, with the strength to ensure it. Being a body beautiful isn't good. Besides, what it takes to get and maintain that detracts from the necessary interactions needed to find a woman. It's the male equivalent of a woman who spends so much time dressing and making herself up that she has no time to get out and be noticed. Also, it often makes a man a muscle nerd. If that is all he has, he depends on it too much, much as a man of poetry. A trap of, and in, self. Although being weak of body makes having a strong will and the ability to express confidence equally difficult. There is a balance.
It is a competitive sport. The prize you ask? Why... it's children. Although having children conveys a lot more than just that. Wanted or not. Which means those pretty couples who stay pretty but have no children? Are dead ends. Vanity over genetic continuation is just as much a failure as the people who believe their ugliness, or weakness(es), bars them from entering the Game, and so are single and angry. Oh, I'm ugly, I just don't care. :) I just can't get to the arena for competition these days. Too tired. Same effect, unfortunately, but at least I'm taking a pile of pills just to draw in air, so have an excuse. And, even so, I have at least three children out there. And have been engaged four times. Both those over the fact that I have nearly been dead most of my adult life. I feel sorry for those who have nothing, not even memories.
I guess I just get grumpy about people who could, should, easily find love, but don't even try. Some of them haven't been trained well. It doesn't take much to lift your abilities, either. If many don't understand that. Then again, the pressure, social, economic, cultural, governmental, and even in most "churches", for generations now, has been dead set against people having children. Those who are natural to it, though, have ignored. Often, like when I was younger, lip service was paid to the ideas while I was busy putting my boots under many beds. There is that, natural Game. But it doesn't work out well, even with successes. Something has to give on those fronts. It will, but only through an economic collapse. An inevitable one. We are about a third to a quarter of the way through that. It's a matter of not letting everything collapse. But that doesn't seem to be the case either. Time will tell if Wisdom, or death, wins out.
Blathering. Yes indeed. Just woke. Some dreams still on the tongue but just slightly out of reach and sight, I think. Short sleeps don't leave much margin by which to remember such things. But... it's in the post, somehow.
Later.
Oh well.
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No, I didn't get to bed by 23:00, or 0:00. It's 9:00 and I am just thinking about a bit of a nap. Beastly weird lately. It's like, while my body can't continue my little push, my mind can, and does. It's doing neuronet pushups. It's wearing me out a bit. But I'll bet I'll be able to make due with a simple nap again. I did remember to get the trash out. It's not recycling day so I skipped messing too much with that.
It is wearing on my body, now. But... so be it. I have been getting medicine in, feeding the girls, and watching through the series as if it was a race. All good. I am hoping to wake in time to fully wake and make a call today. Either today or tomorrow. Then again, is today still a holiday? No... it wouldn't be, would it? I am so dated on holiday settings.
Good night. Or... probably more like just, later. I'll be up again before too long.
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No, I didn't get to bed by 23:00, or 0:00. It's 9:00 and I am just thinking about a bit of a nap. Beastly weird lately. It's like, while my body can't continue my little push, my mind can, and does. It's doing neuronet pushups. It's wearing me out a bit. But I'll bet I'll be able to make due with a simple nap again. I did remember to get the trash out. It's not recycling day so I skipped messing too much with that.
It is wearing on my body, now. But... so be it. I have been getting medicine in, feeding the girls, and watching through the series as if it was a race. All good. I am hoping to wake in time to fully wake and make a call today. Either today or tomorrow. Then again, is today still a holiday? No... it wouldn't be, would it? I am so dated on holiday settings.
Good night. Or... probably more like just, later. I'll be up again before too long.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
Looks like I made it.
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Even though I messed up sleep a bit, I sort of pushed on through by simply relaxing and watching vids. I'll be to bed before midnight tonight, and up by 8:00 I believe. And, tomorrow, whatever level of relaxation is needed will be had. Perhaps all of it will just be watching episodes, perhaps with some game play, maybe with some work. A phone call, about the faucet is the only thing for sure.
I will say, they have really caught some of my riffs in some of the shows. Only, as with the video about truth or truth... combine the two brothers. Now, imagine having that go on inside, to the darkest, funniest, best, worst. All the way to the logical conclusions, and back. I won't suggest more. I've painted the pictures here, with words, with music. I haven't even asked for, certainly not required, belief. I would prefer you not believe. That hurts a bit too much. Best to... take it as smoke, which then goes on to mean there was a fire, but minimize even the smoke. Or you will burn. I know.
Well... one more episode. And, no, I didn't make it through the season I started. Close, but... tomorrow. Good night.
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Even though I messed up sleep a bit, I sort of pushed on through by simply relaxing and watching vids. I'll be to bed before midnight tonight, and up by 8:00 I believe. And, tomorrow, whatever level of relaxation is needed will be had. Perhaps all of it will just be watching episodes, perhaps with some game play, maybe with some work. A phone call, about the faucet is the only thing for sure.
I will say, they have really caught some of my riffs in some of the shows. Only, as with the video about truth or truth... combine the two brothers. Now, imagine having that go on inside, to the darkest, funniest, best, worst. All the way to the logical conclusions, and back. I won't suggest more. I've painted the pictures here, with words, with music. I haven't even asked for, certainly not required, belief. I would prefer you not believe. That hurts a bit too much. Best to... take it as smoke, which then goes on to mean there was a fire, but minimize even the smoke. Or you will burn. I know.
Well... one more episode. And, no, I didn't make it through the season I started. Close, but... tomorrow. Good night.
Well, okay...
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A three or four hour nap was enough. Now I can continue on my merry vid watching way. If I need a break from that I may try out the new game or see if I can keep working on my old game. I'm feeling fairly good, as good as usual. Perhaps since I know I won't be pushing for any work, I was able to... just push through, if seemingly without pushing. Or... it's just the luck of the draw. I can't always do this. Morning medicines, then on to the shows... hmm... perhaps a shower first. The only two things I will do today is to get the trash bins to the curb, policing any remnants before I do. That and take a shower this "morning". That is it. I'll check to see if tomorrow is recycling. If so I might break down a few boxes and do a few other things.
I'll probably try to bake through to 23:00, then try to lay down for the night. If I can, I'll at least make another call regarding the faucet tomorrow. Other than that, tomorrow and maybe Tuesday are a wash. Then I will begin thinking on things. I seriously need some down time, with no push, no shove, no schedule, no lists of lists of lists, no trips to town, nothing. Life isn't quite that pure, however, but I can cut it down to minimums. One show in the series, then a shower. Hmm... one cup of coffee, with that show, then a shower. Yes. Later.
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A three or four hour nap was enough. Now I can continue on my merry vid watching way. If I need a break from that I may try out the new game or see if I can keep working on my old game. I'm feeling fairly good, as good as usual. Perhaps since I know I won't be pushing for any work, I was able to... just push through, if seemingly without pushing. Or... it's just the luck of the draw. I can't always do this. Morning medicines, then on to the shows... hmm... perhaps a shower first. The only two things I will do today is to get the trash bins to the curb, policing any remnants before I do. That and take a shower this "morning". That is it. I'll check to see if tomorrow is recycling. If so I might break down a few boxes and do a few other things.
I'll probably try to bake through to 23:00, then try to lay down for the night. If I can, I'll at least make another call regarding the faucet tomorrow. Other than that, tomorrow and maybe Tuesday are a wash. Then I will begin thinking on things. I seriously need some down time, with no push, no shove, no schedule, no lists of lists of lists, no trips to town, nothing. Life isn't quite that pure, however, but I can cut it down to minimums. One show in the series, then a shower. Hmm... one cup of coffee, with that show, then a shower. Yes. Later.
Okay, so far.
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It's just about 9:30 and, so far, I'm just watching away.
Some odd things I've noticed? Bruises in odd places. No marks, oddly. Just the soreness. How I could possibly get bruises where I got them is... another question entirely. Something else that is odd? The finger I cooked... several times... then re-injured with a sunburn? As that heals, it's like other parts of my hands are... getting damage similar to the burn. Almost as if the burn is migrating. No pain, just areas resembling burns. It has happened several times in the last few weeks. It comes and goes. Right now, a spot on the outside bottom of my right middle finger. Weird. Who knows, maybe I have simply picked up some sort of skin condition. My skin becomes dry, scaly a bit, and the damage seems to be coming from inside. I promise, I haven't burned my hands lately. I know when I do, even when it doesn't hurt. Odd.
Well, back to the series. Only 14 or 15 more to go for this season. Doubt if I will make it through that yet today, but... I'll get close. Interesting review of lore, myth, religion, much of which I know... a bit about. Not always how I have seen things, some new twists on such to be certain. It is entertaining. It was pop culture that lead me to learn what I have learned. I have simply taken it further. This is fiction I can handle. So far.
Well... later. Go have yourselves a good day. I am trying.
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It's just about 9:30 and, so far, I'm just watching away.
Some odd things I've noticed? Bruises in odd places. No marks, oddly. Just the soreness. How I could possibly get bruises where I got them is... another question entirely. Something else that is odd? The finger I cooked... several times... then re-injured with a sunburn? As that heals, it's like other parts of my hands are... getting damage similar to the burn. Almost as if the burn is migrating. No pain, just areas resembling burns. It has happened several times in the last few weeks. It comes and goes. Right now, a spot on the outside bottom of my right middle finger. Weird. Who knows, maybe I have simply picked up some sort of skin condition. My skin becomes dry, scaly a bit, and the damage seems to be coming from inside. I promise, I haven't burned my hands lately. I know when I do, even when it doesn't hurt. Odd.
Well, back to the series. Only 14 or 15 more to go for this season. Doubt if I will make it through that yet today, but... I'll get close. Interesting review of lore, myth, religion, much of which I know... a bit about. Not always how I have seen things, some new twists on such to be certain. It is entertaining. It was pop culture that lead me to learn what I have learned. I have simply taken it further. This is fiction I can handle. So far.
Well... later. Go have yourselves a good day. I am trying.
No sleep tonight.
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I probably could, even now, though I have some doubts. It's not that I am running hot, it's just that sleep isn't seeming like an option. I am watching a television series that I wanted to see. With something like eight years, and 22-23 episodes per years save a short 16 episode year... it'll be a while. And, I have a new game... 'The Last of Us'. I don't know if I can push on through until tomorrow night, but that is sort of the goal. Between not being able to sleep and having some things that are drawing me to stay awake...
Popcorn, earlier. I have some left. I found that jolly time select, I think... I'll check the brand later, actually does really well. Yeah, I prefer to pop it from kernel, and don't care for the stuff they put in pre-bagged popping corn. I've found a method of popping that works out here, and a brand that seems to work much better. Big and fluffy. There is still something just a bit off. I suspect it is because it is drier out here, or the altitude. But it is much better, and I would far rather have mountains, low crime, reasonable neighbors than perfect popcorn! Along with a touch of salt and butter, and so that I can cut salt some, I add garlic powder. Nothing fancy, just trying to abide the doctors' advice. I haven't seen much difference, and I won't cut salt completely, but I will... try to be more reasonable about it. I did love my salt. Then again, if it's a real killer, it should have killed me. I used to salt everything, heavily. Go figure. Ah well... Moderation seems fair enough.
I will take medications, as per time schedule. I just won't sleep until I have to sleep. That may happen. Or maybe just a nap in there somewhere. When I used to study, I could go a day or two if need be. I might have ended up crosseyed and short on temper and other forms of logic, but I did study well enough to pass engineering courses. Sometimes, if I had slept for a month, I had no choice. Bleh. And I have run a couple of all nighters recently enough with B and S man... Driving, this, and that. Of course, those about killed me... not in the literal way, just... Well... that's the story for tonight, and maybe tomorrow.
Later.
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I probably could, even now, though I have some doubts. It's not that I am running hot, it's just that sleep isn't seeming like an option. I am watching a television series that I wanted to see. With something like eight years, and 22-23 episodes per years save a short 16 episode year... it'll be a while. And, I have a new game... 'The Last of Us'. I don't know if I can push on through until tomorrow night, but that is sort of the goal. Between not being able to sleep and having some things that are drawing me to stay awake...
Popcorn, earlier. I have some left. I found that jolly time select, I think... I'll check the brand later, actually does really well. Yeah, I prefer to pop it from kernel, and don't care for the stuff they put in pre-bagged popping corn. I've found a method of popping that works out here, and a brand that seems to work much better. Big and fluffy. There is still something just a bit off. I suspect it is because it is drier out here, or the altitude. But it is much better, and I would far rather have mountains, low crime, reasonable neighbors than perfect popcorn! Along with a touch of salt and butter, and so that I can cut salt some, I add garlic powder. Nothing fancy, just trying to abide the doctors' advice. I haven't seen much difference, and I won't cut salt completely, but I will... try to be more reasonable about it. I did love my salt. Then again, if it's a real killer, it should have killed me. I used to salt everything, heavily. Go figure. Ah well... Moderation seems fair enough.
I will take medications, as per time schedule. I just won't sleep until I have to sleep. That may happen. Or maybe just a nap in there somewhere. When I used to study, I could go a day or two if need be. I might have ended up crosseyed and short on temper and other forms of logic, but I did study well enough to pass engineering courses. Sometimes, if I had slept for a month, I had no choice. Bleh. And I have run a couple of all nighters recently enough with B and S man... Driving, this, and that. Of course, those about killed me... not in the literal way, just... Well... that's the story for tonight, and maybe tomorrow.
Later.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Probably not going to do much.
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Oh, I keep looking over tasks, or thinking about them. I just don't have enough going to do a thing about it. Even the game I am playing... well... I'm doing the highest difficulty level and it just isn't entertaining at the moment. So... back to watching that series I had started. A couple of those and it'll be time for bed. I will go back to trying to push my clock back. I guess time will tell with that.
I did try to call my mother. No go. She called the other day but I missed the call. I called mid-afternoon, so it should have been good. Who knows though. Perhaps they had their 4th thing today, or... who knows. I am happy to think she takes time off from her phone though. That thing can own people if they let it.
Good night.
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Oh, I keep looking over tasks, or thinking about them. I just don't have enough going to do a thing about it. Even the game I am playing... well... I'm doing the highest difficulty level and it just isn't entertaining at the moment. So... back to watching that series I had started. A couple of those and it'll be time for bed. I will go back to trying to push my clock back. I guess time will tell with that.
I did try to call my mother. No go. She called the other day but I missed the call. I called mid-afternoon, so it should have been good. Who knows though. Perhaps they had their 4th thing today, or... who knows. I am happy to think she takes time off from her phone though. That thing can own people if they let it.
Good night.
Okay, I must have been too busy.
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I missed medicine yesterday. Ah well. It wasn't an extremely busy day, but... with the givens, it actually was. Stack on the rest of the week and it was quite a lot. Just pushing to get to things was part of the problem. For, even when I am doing nothing but sitting, if I am ruminating about getting to things, the focus can leave room for no other considerations. That must have been what happened. I don't remember forgetting. And, actually, sometimes I do. I don't always fix what I realize I forget, either because it isn't available, perhaps I remember while in town for example. Or, when I remember, I have nothing to drink to take the medications with and no immediate way to go get that. But, yesterday, I was so focused I must simply have not even had the fact go through my mind.
I showed the guys one of my best new little tech toys. It's a simple one. The flashlight I keep clipped to my shirts, and on me at all times. It kicks out an amazing amount of light on it's middle setting, and has a much brighter and much dimmer setting. It even cam in handy. As we were finishing our meal, a few things were dropped but it had gotten dark. The back light, that was good enough for finishing our meal was good enough for socializing, but not good enough to find a cap that had dropped. I think they were actually impressed with it, more so since all it takes is a AAA battery. They don't like the expensive rechargeable and rare battery types any more than I do. I'm telling you, a little backup flashlight, that you can carry anywhere, is excellent. It's not really good for find your way across a dangerous ridge-line at midnight, should you have the need, though it would work if you were to go slowly. What it is good for is a quick, short range, bright to dim light, for finding almost anything, including your way through a dark "cave" at night, finding little things that you drop, and about a thousand other very small tasks are made easier... including reading fine print with older eyes... amazingly helpful. Or, should you drop your main flashlight, to find it.
I'm starting to have a small collection of things that simply help in life. I am starting to arrange things, and collect and learn things, and do things. I can't believe how much very small things can help. Actually, it is the very small that help across tasks and in various ways, that are much more pleasing than the single, bigger, if usually more specialized tools and gear, that I am enjoying. It is these little things that will take me further, easier, and better. If you think about a long dusty trail, what gets you the most isn't the long walk, or even the heat. It is the pebbles that get in your shoes if you can't keep them out, or remove them due to frequency, that anything. The little things. I highly recommend a small flashlight, a pocket knife, and perhaps a little cordage, on you, at all times. Doesn't take much, it just has to be reliable, tested, familiar.
Rest. Yes. I doubt if I will get to anything today. I need the rest. I may take the weekend, and on into Tuesday or Wednesday off. I need it, or may. But... I will get my pack together in that time. I want to go hiking. Early in the morning is best. A run to the yurt, perhaps. It will be getting very hot by noon, from now on. Though it will cool, it won't cool until after dark. Yes... perhaps an 8:00 or 9:00 hike next week. After I am back on track. But for now... cooling off and resting, mostly. A couple days of nearly nothing. I need it, hard. Later.
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I missed medicine yesterday. Ah well. It wasn't an extremely busy day, but... with the givens, it actually was. Stack on the rest of the week and it was quite a lot. Just pushing to get to things was part of the problem. For, even when I am doing nothing but sitting, if I am ruminating about getting to things, the focus can leave room for no other considerations. That must have been what happened. I don't remember forgetting. And, actually, sometimes I do. I don't always fix what I realize I forget, either because it isn't available, perhaps I remember while in town for example. Or, when I remember, I have nothing to drink to take the medications with and no immediate way to go get that. But, yesterday, I was so focused I must simply have not even had the fact go through my mind.
I showed the guys one of my best new little tech toys. It's a simple one. The flashlight I keep clipped to my shirts, and on me at all times. It kicks out an amazing amount of light on it's middle setting, and has a much brighter and much dimmer setting. It even cam in handy. As we were finishing our meal, a few things were dropped but it had gotten dark. The back light, that was good enough for finishing our meal was good enough for socializing, but not good enough to find a cap that had dropped. I think they were actually impressed with it, more so since all it takes is a AAA battery. They don't like the expensive rechargeable and rare battery types any more than I do. I'm telling you, a little backup flashlight, that you can carry anywhere, is excellent. It's not really good for find your way across a dangerous ridge-line at midnight, should you have the need, though it would work if you were to go slowly. What it is good for is a quick, short range, bright to dim light, for finding almost anything, including your way through a dark "cave" at night, finding little things that you drop, and about a thousand other very small tasks are made easier... including reading fine print with older eyes... amazingly helpful. Or, should you drop your main flashlight, to find it.
I'm starting to have a small collection of things that simply help in life. I am starting to arrange things, and collect and learn things, and do things. I can't believe how much very small things can help. Actually, it is the very small that help across tasks and in various ways, that are much more pleasing than the single, bigger, if usually more specialized tools and gear, that I am enjoying. It is these little things that will take me further, easier, and better. If you think about a long dusty trail, what gets you the most isn't the long walk, or even the heat. It is the pebbles that get in your shoes if you can't keep them out, or remove them due to frequency, that anything. The little things. I highly recommend a small flashlight, a pocket knife, and perhaps a little cordage, on you, at all times. Doesn't take much, it just has to be reliable, tested, familiar.
Rest. Yes. I doubt if I will get to anything today. I need the rest. I may take the weekend, and on into Tuesday or Wednesday off. I need it, or may. But... I will get my pack together in that time. I want to go hiking. Early in the morning is best. A run to the yurt, perhaps. It will be getting very hot by noon, from now on. Though it will cool, it won't cool until after dark. Yes... perhaps an 8:00 or 9:00 hike next week. After I am back on track. But for now... cooling off and resting, mostly. A couple days of nearly nothing. I need it, hard. Later.
Late to bed, of course.
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It could have been much worse. With company over until... rather late, that I was able to relax and sleep fairly quickly was a bit of a surprise. Within an hour I had it, mostly, wrapped up out there, was in, and heading to bed. It didn't take long at all to hit my stride into sleep. And I slept very well. I know I dreamed. But it seems to have been the fluff dreams of childhood. Then again, as I recall, I had terrible nightmares even back then. Okay, how about fluff dreams of the childhood we idealize we had? Yeah. Life sort of starts out harsh. Then it gets worse, then much worse, and further degrades as we learn, from learning if we are smart enough, that we will never know. And the more we know the more we realize that we, after being bullet proof (compared to those around us, often), are not the lucky ones. Then we, eventually, I hope, are tended and can revert back to some of the simplicity of our childhood even while drawing breath. Of course, simplicity... innocents of a sort, young or old, comes vulnerability. But... it's not bad, either way, any way, as I see things now. Amen.
Today? I woke at about 13:00, so there isn't much day left. And it is pretty warm. First thing I did was geared the fans and set the AC to run for a couple of hours. Oh, and closed the windows. I should have set the alarm to wake earlier, just to close the windows. But I think that wouldn't have worked, there is no way by bed time I could have glommed an idea like that together and put it into action, so... If I let the night air in, then close the windows before heat from the day seeps in, life is much easier. It isn't, obviously, always possible though. But... for a restful day, I think it will do.
I will probably do very small things. A little cleaning here and there, from time to time. Perhaps dishes and a load or two of laundry through the weekend. Nothing at any speed, a load at a time. This, that, and the other thing. If I can make room on the kitchen table finally, and that is very possible, I might get to honing one of the blades and begin working a balloon, or three, or whatever it takes, with it. I might even do a thing or three in the garden or garage. But only easy or necessary stuff. And outside stuff will be done when things cool off.
Wonderful. Restful. I love working a week because it makes weekends so very nice.
My friend doesn't understand some things. And there is no way to explain some things. Of course he will have to give me razz in any case. That's what friends are for. Of course, some day, he may be 'splained'. His ears will ring, he'll twitch, and his head will spin. And? He'll still razz. That's what friends are for. Ha! It's good to have friends. Life stinks without some serious razzleberry pie, a la mode, when available and the season is right.
Later.
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It could have been much worse. With company over until... rather late, that I was able to relax and sleep fairly quickly was a bit of a surprise. Within an hour I had it, mostly, wrapped up out there, was in, and heading to bed. It didn't take long at all to hit my stride into sleep. And I slept very well. I know I dreamed. But it seems to have been the fluff dreams of childhood. Then again, as I recall, I had terrible nightmares even back then. Okay, how about fluff dreams of the childhood we idealize we had? Yeah. Life sort of starts out harsh. Then it gets worse, then much worse, and further degrades as we learn, from learning if we are smart enough, that we will never know. And the more we know the more we realize that we, after being bullet proof (compared to those around us, often), are not the lucky ones. Then we, eventually, I hope, are tended and can revert back to some of the simplicity of our childhood even while drawing breath. Of course, simplicity... innocents of a sort, young or old, comes vulnerability. But... it's not bad, either way, any way, as I see things now. Amen.
Today? I woke at about 13:00, so there isn't much day left. And it is pretty warm. First thing I did was geared the fans and set the AC to run for a couple of hours. Oh, and closed the windows. I should have set the alarm to wake earlier, just to close the windows. But I think that wouldn't have worked, there is no way by bed time I could have glommed an idea like that together and put it into action, so... If I let the night air in, then close the windows before heat from the day seeps in, life is much easier. It isn't, obviously, always possible though. But... for a restful day, I think it will do.
I will probably do very small things. A little cleaning here and there, from time to time. Perhaps dishes and a load or two of laundry through the weekend. Nothing at any speed, a load at a time. This, that, and the other thing. If I can make room on the kitchen table finally, and that is very possible, I might get to honing one of the blades and begin working a balloon, or three, or whatever it takes, with it. I might even do a thing or three in the garden or garage. But only easy or necessary stuff. And outside stuff will be done when things cool off.
Wonderful. Restful. I love working a week because it makes weekends so very nice.
My friend doesn't understand some things. And there is no way to explain some things. Of course he will have to give me razz in any case. That's what friends are for. Of course, some day, he may be 'splained'. His ears will ring, he'll twitch, and his head will spin. And? He'll still razz. That's what friends are for. Ha! It's good to have friends. Life stinks without some serious razzleberry pie, a la mode, when available and the season is right.
Later.
Excellent 4th celebration.
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I think they really enjoyed themselves. I sure enjoyed having some company. Food and talk. They just left. Yeah... guys need guy company once in a while. We had way too much food, but that was all just fine. Better to have too much than too little. They are thinking at least once a month. That really would be good. Can go cheap, a salad or two, chicken, hotdogs, brots, hamburgers, or step it up to a pork loin or other roast, brisket, or such. Easy.
Further, one of the fellows is thinking of a road trip, up through Wyoming. There are a number of things to see up that way, and with my vehicle, we can easily all pack in, share costs, and probably have a bit of fun. All without getting into too much trouble, possibly. That's one of the best 4th's I've ever set up and had work out. Yeah, that worked out very well. I am toast, about ready for bed, but all good.
I hope you had a fine 4th, or will when you get to it. Be well and good night.
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I think they really enjoyed themselves. I sure enjoyed having some company. Food and talk. They just left. Yeah... guys need guy company once in a while. We had way too much food, but that was all just fine. Better to have too much than too little. They are thinking at least once a month. That really would be good. Can go cheap, a salad or two, chicken, hotdogs, brots, hamburgers, or step it up to a pork loin or other roast, brisket, or such. Easy.
Further, one of the fellows is thinking of a road trip, up through Wyoming. There are a number of things to see up that way, and with my vehicle, we can easily all pack in, share costs, and probably have a bit of fun. All without getting into too much trouble, possibly. That's one of the best 4th's I've ever set up and had work out. Yeah, that worked out very well. I am toast, about ready for bed, but all good.
I hope you had a fine 4th, or will when you get to it. Be well and good night.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Yes, yes, it is about to begin.
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A shower, laundry moved, dishes set to soak, a bit more light picking up, and a call letting me know they are on the way. I asked them to pick up some soda. I don't have anything else to drink. Gah! Can't remember everything. Well... I do have coffee, but... that's just not... fit for a meal... other than breakfast. If I keep getting fussier I'll become British! Bleh! :)
Worn out. This week has seen me... doing this, that, or the other thing, and every day. Little or small, heavy, light, and mixes. I don't have everything done, but there is nothing that didn't receive a lick and some spit. But this weekend? After this? Rest. Oh, Lord knows, I need it... hard. Worn down to my nubs and then wearing on even those. Done. Pleased, but done, for now, this week. Rest... and cool.
If I keep going like this I am either going to expand, then catch, my breath or I am going to end up going down from it. I am stuck pushing. When I can, I do. When I do, I overdo. That is just my nature. I love my nature. If I was healthy I would be a multimillionaire. Not from greed, but from production. Wealth, as a biproduct, is fine. If you create you will be rewarded. Then... you have the responsibility of managing that wealth, turning it into greater gains, and sometimes losing it. No risk, no reward. One of the huge lies of socialism is that you can do little and still thrive. Not so, and the truth hits, soon or late.
They are here! Later.
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A shower, laundry moved, dishes set to soak, a bit more light picking up, and a call letting me know they are on the way. I asked them to pick up some soda. I don't have anything else to drink. Gah! Can't remember everything. Well... I do have coffee, but... that's just not... fit for a meal... other than breakfast. If I keep getting fussier I'll become British! Bleh! :)
Worn out. This week has seen me... doing this, that, or the other thing, and every day. Little or small, heavy, light, and mixes. I don't have everything done, but there is nothing that didn't receive a lick and some spit. But this weekend? After this? Rest. Oh, Lord knows, I need it... hard. Worn down to my nubs and then wearing on even those. Done. Pleased, but done, for now, this week. Rest... and cool.
If I keep going like this I am either going to expand, then catch, my breath or I am going to end up going down from it. I am stuck pushing. When I can, I do. When I do, I overdo. That is just my nature. I love my nature. If I was healthy I would be a multimillionaire. Not from greed, but from production. Wealth, as a biproduct, is fine. If you create you will be rewarded. Then... you have the responsibility of managing that wealth, turning it into greater gains, and sometimes losing it. No risk, no reward. One of the huge lies of socialism is that you can do little and still thrive. Not so, and the truth hits, soon or late.
They are here! Later.
Well, a bit of cleaning, finally, anyway.
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Simply put, I couldn't keep up. Be we aren't cooking or eating inside. Still, if someone needs to use the facilities... To late too do much good, but It will... eventually, be a good thing. Too hot to air the house out, so that'll have to wait until tonight. I got the cat litter changed while I was at it. It lasts a lot longer if I do nearly daily upkeep. Barring that, changing nearly whole hog is the only other option, every few weeks. I got one part of it last week or so, but finished the project today. Back in trim, or as close as I am going to get to that until the last of the chores are done.
And, yesterday, I noticed a cat had been hit by the side of the road. Not mine, mind you. A big tom. Felt bad for him, but I can't do much else than pull him off the road, into a bag, and send him along with the rest of the refuse. I did NOT want to touch this project. I didn't have time or energy until now, so it's not like I avoided. I just feared. If they swell, and it's hard to tell unless you work with dead animals, if you disturb it, it could pop. Not a pretty thing. Luckily no such thing happened. Still... I probably need to spray bug killer out there. Yes, I know they clean it up. But...
I also cleaned the patio area up a bit, moved the garbage and recycling bins, and some bigger boxes, around to the back to be out of our way. The grill should be downwind of us, so we won't get the heat from that. It is a warm day out there, though. But by 19:00, it should be cool enough. I just hope they call before just showing up. We'll see if their memory is as bad as mine, or good... depending on the day. :p But they have decided to bring their own meats. My friend wants steak, and the other friend wants brots or such. No skin off my nose. Even if I bought enough hotdogs and hamburgers for three families of three. Oh well. I'll get to it myself. My one friend is excited about using the hibachi. I'll let him, but he gets to cook his own then. That dang thing is hot to work with. I'll use the grill/smoker myself... just keep it open. The hibachi is good, for camping or such, when you can just burn wood. But otherwise it's a waste as I see things. But... I'm good with whatever. I've got enough coals and will be getting more soon anyway. All good. Just something for me to give a good bark about, which I have... twice now. Then let go. I told you, I like to have something like that at least once a day.
Ah, right... a shower and then into more social attire. Hmm, shorts would probably be fine here, but these need washed. Oh, and after the shower, I'll put what dirty dishes I have to soak and move the dirty laundry to the wash room. Then... that'll be as much as I can do for the event... Time, then, to chill until they decide what they are doing, and when. Later.
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Simply put, I couldn't keep up. Be we aren't cooking or eating inside. Still, if someone needs to use the facilities... To late too do much good, but It will... eventually, be a good thing. Too hot to air the house out, so that'll have to wait until tonight. I got the cat litter changed while I was at it. It lasts a lot longer if I do nearly daily upkeep. Barring that, changing nearly whole hog is the only other option, every few weeks. I got one part of it last week or so, but finished the project today. Back in trim, or as close as I am going to get to that until the last of the chores are done.
And, yesterday, I noticed a cat had been hit by the side of the road. Not mine, mind you. A big tom. Felt bad for him, but I can't do much else than pull him off the road, into a bag, and send him along with the rest of the refuse. I did NOT want to touch this project. I didn't have time or energy until now, so it's not like I avoided. I just feared. If they swell, and it's hard to tell unless you work with dead animals, if you disturb it, it could pop. Not a pretty thing. Luckily no such thing happened. Still... I probably need to spray bug killer out there. Yes, I know they clean it up. But...
I also cleaned the patio area up a bit, moved the garbage and recycling bins, and some bigger boxes, around to the back to be out of our way. The grill should be downwind of us, so we won't get the heat from that. It is a warm day out there, though. But by 19:00, it should be cool enough. I just hope they call before just showing up. We'll see if their memory is as bad as mine, or good... depending on the day. :p But they have decided to bring their own meats. My friend wants steak, and the other friend wants brots or such. No skin off my nose. Even if I bought enough hotdogs and hamburgers for three families of three. Oh well. I'll get to it myself. My one friend is excited about using the hibachi. I'll let him, but he gets to cook his own then. That dang thing is hot to work with. I'll use the grill/smoker myself... just keep it open. The hibachi is good, for camping or such, when you can just burn wood. But otherwise it's a waste as I see things. But... I'm good with whatever. I've got enough coals and will be getting more soon anyway. All good. Just something for me to give a good bark about, which I have... twice now. Then let go. I told you, I like to have something like that at least once a day.
Ah, right... a shower and then into more social attire. Hmm, shorts would probably be fine here, but these need washed. Oh, and after the shower, I'll put what dirty dishes I have to soak and move the dirty laundry to the wash room. Then... that'll be as much as I can do for the event... Time, then, to chill until they decide what they are doing, and when. Later.
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