One year ago today: October 9, 2014, I walked out.
Five years ago today: October 9, 2010, glad I didn’t buy.
Six years ago today: October 9, 2009, more cameras, please.
MORNING
That delay fixing the electric cost me my time slot at the motorcycle repair shop. He can’t take me in until a week from tomorrow. I told you the guy was busy because he is the best. But that gives me a lot of unplanned time off. I’m a bit behind on my reading though I never get that far behind. Besides, I like to read on the train. It’s what I do.
They say you can’t fall out of love. Say that after somebody throws out your most precious childhood belongings that you left her in a tiny box that took up no room. So you wouldn’t lose them on the road. I will never trust a Canadian woman again. Ever. A box of pictures and papers, such senseless, thoughtless evil. For no possible gain.
That motorcycle schedule makes it difficult to get to the Smithsonian next week. See, I told you the entire continent is in a conspiracy to stop me from making that trip. I would normally have bought the ticket this afternoon. Instead, I went shopping to several stores to find nobody makes a camera or camcorder with the features I want at a reasonable price. All the big names have let me down. Sony, Nikon, Panasonic, Argus, Canon, and Kokak. All junk in some way.
The best featured of what I found was the Sony, but I have not trusted that outfit since 1982 when they ruined my videos of Angel Falls. And charged me $42 for a photocopy the owner’s manual—to find out 22 of the pages were in French. But the worst thing about Sony is their proprietory formats. You have to watch those soundrels. They’ll make you use Sony junk from the special charging cable right down to the file format on your computer. I did not buy a camera today.
Ha, did you hear the rumor about the food service people and their $15 per hour paychecks? Now they are apparently complaining about all the deductions. Taxes, Obamacare, Social Security. They’re not taking home that much more than when they earned minimum wage. Hey, retards, welcome to the system, the ones that’s been propping you up. It’s the Karma Café, where there are no menus and you get what you deserve. One middle-class paycheck slaughter and suddenly you’re all ex-Democrats.
NOON
This is lunch. Yep, I know that on Fridays I can have anything I want. It’s just that after a while of avoiding the really bad junk food, a nice salad is what you want. Note the imported stuffed olives (stuffed with anchovies, an aquired taste) and the home made dressing. Virgin olive oil. That’s the only virgin anything I’ve met in thirty years. But these days, a lot of Millennial men can say that when they turn 25, har-dee-har-har.
The trip back from that store usually means a stop at the Goodwill. The beautiful piano is still there. You watch, it will sell a week before I buy a place big enough for it. And Goodwill is kind of a bittersweet place for women. You’ll often see the the most stunning luxuriant hair on an otherwise unattractive women. Or her daughter. Today, four in a row. I was wondering if they were following me around. I stocked up on reading material and a shiny metal pot for Arnold, the avocado, when he turns two months old. December 5. His skin is just starting to shrivel, so any time now I’m hoping for a taproot.
Is it my imagination, or has youTube started censoring the Trump campaign speaches? I’ve literally had them go blank on me followed by a cryptic message that the broadcast was “removed by the user”. Funny, I thought I was the user, but it also disappears from the search results. Plus, have you seen Trump openly taunt the Liberal press? Call them what they are, liars, cheats, dishonest. Daring them to pan the cameras out to show his crowds? If nothing else, Trump has vocalized a lot of what many intelligent Americans have felt about the press for ages.
And the press are bastards. Clips, out-takes, slanted reporting. One of my favorites is how they refer to Trumps commanding position since day one in every debate, every state, every poll, and every major voting group as his “current” lead. Like it is temporary. Or the way the portray the 1-percenters as “surging”. Trump should begin charging the Liberal press for the right to attend his rallies. If he does that 21 days from now, you’ll know where he got the idea.
What? He already said that? Nope, he did not. He said he should go for a share of the advertising revenue send to charity, not outright charge the more evil stations for camera time. I see nothing wrong with Trump beginning to hold his political rallies on private premises with bad media excluded.
NIGHT
A short while back I mentioned a washing machine with a built-in sink. Here is one such unit, priced at a thousand dollars. I lifted the lid to show the basket, a flimsy plastic affair that they should be ashamed to call a sink. Basically, a few of the input nozzles for the tank empty into this, well, it is more of a plastic tray than anything else. More novel was the screen on the front of the machine, playing music and showing an advertising video of the features.
Next item on the to-do list was to get some more facts concerning the evils of the American diet. You don’t need me to tell you that is probably the single most misinformed, disinformed, opinionated, unprofessional, contradictory topic in the land. The only thing people talk about more than sex or money. Every eccentric medical practicioneer and useless health club owner has a book out on the topic. What I’m aiming for is nutritional information and, equally importantly, how it is being disguised.
Like the seven names they have for corn syrup solids and sugar substitutes. I know a certain amount about chemistry from one of the two correspondence courses I’ve ever taken in my life. (I don’t like correspondence courses, the other one I took was locksmithing. I got top mark, they sent me a free key-making machine.) I’m looking to see why I fell ill 12 years ago for no reason, and why I must now take nutritional medication for life. Medications that regulate digestive processes, like blood sugar (diabetes prevention, (I don’t have diabetes)) liver functions (statins), and anti-gout (another preventative measure).
Pardon me if I blame my diet without proof, but what else is there, realistically. I don’t have any bad habits, I get adequate exercise, I do no drugs, and worked in a conspicuously healthy environment. I got serious about this after my experiences in 2003 – 2004, but I really don’t have anything to back up my changes except common sense, I suppose. For example, I take a 15 to 40 minute nap most afternoons, which I now find out is recommened. I follow guidelines that are generally consistent across otherwise contradictory diet advice. (Like eating apples and I walk around twice as much daily as the published averages.
Once aware of the positive changes, you make other changes, like prefering fans to air conditioning, avoid restaurants, televisions, and relax at scheduled intervals. For me, that is 9:30 to 10:30 every morning. Then you drop dead. Ha, ha, just kidding. My biggest stress today was finding out Home Depot does not sell 7/16th drill bits. What a bunch of deadbeats.
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