2022
March

And now, let the randomness commence.

I have not gotten what I need in order to care about the relationship.

I have been surrounded by Demons & Devils all of my life. I wonder who The Angels have been?

B--- Enterprises: More Than A Tasty Muff
Slut Voice Cameo, "So much more," edit cut out while licking lips.

MEDIA: Drugstore Cowboy - I prefer to believe almost all the other characters were imaginary.

*angry whistling commences*

What Seemingly Scientific Experiment could I conduct this minute? What data am I sitting on?

see previous


I no longer have any skin in the game.
/I do not have

This is not how I wish to spend my time.

I am sorry, but for reasons described previously, I do not care.
/I do not care.

"Frankly, my dear..."


WRITING: Killing PowerShell Notes, G'MIC Notes, and a running cut copy (editing downward, reducing the scrap) of The G'MIC Manual (or whatever it is called). I'd written a script to encrypt the notes (see last month), but in the grand scheme, these are all scrap, consisting mostly of Keyword Reminders: Get-Object or Get-Service, for instance.

HTML: Two Concentric Circles?

I'm not trying to save my life.
I'm trying to save my soul.

(·) or (•) for that HTML Thing.
/{}

Phone Keyboard Symbol Test
Row 1 (deg): ° • ○ ● □ ■ ♤ ♡ ◇ ♧
Row 2 (star): ☆ ▪ ¤ 《 》 ¡ ¿
Do They Work?

Was scrambled Cable TV in the eighties just unintelligible transmissions from the future?

Self: Awareness. Freewill. The Decision Making Node. And perhaps, little else.

Remember back in The Days of The Arcade? Well, my call sign was 0, -0-, or 000: a call-out to luck over skill... even if I was pretty darn good.

TAX: Scan Documents

TAX: Download Forms
TAX: SLCSP

MEDIA (recently, as remembered): Trainspotting. The Public Enemy. The Big Lebowski. Six Degrees of Separation. It's sort of surprising I can't remember more. Or perhaps, that's a bit of an indication of how pointless it all is.

RUNE: O-Pal

TAX: 1099's

As to The Chicken or The Egg Problem, "The Chicken" always comes before "The Egg".

That's a lot of quacking. The Ducks are (and have been) back in town.


EYES: On allergy meds. Seriously, blurry. Cataracts seem really (like really-really) likely. But not the slightest action on my part. On an upswing (emotional and vision-wise)*. Putting together a plan (sigh, yes, once again) to learn Braille: detach those typewriter keys.

*{so much so, I} even {made} a writing note


MEDIA: Sopranos - Fifth Season. In The Bag.

TAX: Income Spreadsheet. All the forms will be easily fillable based on this condensed information. After all, this is not my first rodeo.

Backgammon: 10 to 1. I'm not that good. But I know some strategy. And I've got a history of being lucky.

TAX: Recheck that Spreadsheet. Now is the time to catch a mistake. In fact, I likely will not check (too hard) the completed form, as I've no real incentive to catch a mistake at that point. Still, for the most, I can't really help myself. It's more of a decision not to check the check of the check, if you know what I mean.

The only way to win is {at least, be willing} to lose completely.

1018: 42 Days 10 Hours
Make a copy and pass the original on in 1,018 Hours... or send me a check for $1,018.
"You do not own this tape. By accepting this tape..."

At some point, ya gotta have standards.

It's both Better & Worse!

Short Month... I presume.
/(content-wise)

MEDIA: Breaking Bad. I speed-watched (skip-skimming w/ fast forward, possibly skipping entire episodes) the first season long ago. But never bothered with the second. I never got into it. I'm enjoying the series much more this time around.

WALK: BBQ. Smells Good! Real Good!

TAX: B&D... mostly. Sounds like some kind of fetish.

WALK: Stadium is In Design... or so, that's my wild conjecture after overhearing a short-score of words.

MEDIA: "To be Sick as a Brick". Let us listen to this song, soon.

TAX: Finish The D

WALK: Skateboard. Catch & Release.

Toxic Masculinity is a rallying-cry term coined by Toxic Feminists to describe a Diverse Array of Stereotypical Negative Male Behaviours & Traits... including such things as Opposition to The Toxic Feminist Agenda.

TAX: PTC

TAX: 1040 Remainder... mostly.

MEDIA: Sopranos - S6.1. The Dream Sequences Suck!

I've got the bottom half of Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs covered with no hope or expectation of moving on from there... absolutely none.

Goodness & Morality are welcome.
Theology & Word Worship are not.

No-See Blurred Window Film has changed the light scene around here. It's much sunnier with the blinds open.


The War is over.
We retreated.
Have it.
The World.
Everything.


WALK (EYES/OM, so much tag): On The Bench, closing my eyes, sunny clouds look all stormy in that place behind my eyelids... sort of stormy, on the edge, lightning trying. Open eyes. Yeah. Weird. It's too sunny for rain. But nice effect. Within fifteen minutes, it's raining a drizzly bit. Good going Mind's Eye. You got it right... better than I did.

RUNE: All Three Dice. I feel like rolling them.

What's the next great Sudoku?

WALK: In an effort to get outside more, I've taken to walking around the building and doing laps in the nearer, smaller park. Let's say between zero and five times a day.

RENT x 3

SQ (Slaughter Quest): I'm beginning to see the value of One Off Scenarios (please, call them Modules or Adventures) loosely linked together in a Non-Deterministic Campaign: ala, Computer Game Sub-Quests. Lately, I've been envisioning a Hex-Board Campaign Map. But I've got no real interlacing trick, as of yet. I guess, Victory Conditions and/or Unlocking Quests (or whatever) would work. Also, the boon of being allowed to Run Two Characters at Once.

Everything Girl

Old Joe

Virus Attack? The Operating Systems on both my phone and tablet have been updated. Why? I have my suspicions.

WALK: It was cold. But I still did a lap in The Near Park wearing nothing more than a Short Sleeve Hawaiian Shirt.

FOOD: Jasper Johns Bakes A Cake!

RENT: Hidden in folding Backgammon Board... the game of the moment.

DEPRESSION: I assume I am suffering from mid-to-middling depression. For the most, I am unmotivated, doing what I must, but finding little interest in more. Karma is an important idea... as is revisiting all past (traumatic?) moments of my life. On the other hand, I have The energy for this note... and near constantly (at least, when not consumed by it all) search for something more.

It wasn't just my eyes. Something about reading, itself, became less interesting/fulfilling. Like, what does it matter? I don't care. And I already know enough. All rolled into one. Sort of like, why learn (and/or study) more, when my mind is already packed solid? Opinions will differ, of course. But that's just it. I have a full helping of both Fact & Opinion, at this point. So, what of it? Where's the payoff? The culmination of all this work? Or was it not work? But rather, play, all along?

MEDIA: PsyTrance. Pop Rock. A week or so ago, I did Rene Descartes' Meditations... or some of them. But I've broken The Problem into pieces. And am not quite as concerned with The Whole.


OM: I am that which perceives that which my visual, auditory, olfactory, sensory, and taste bud systems forward for my attention. Add in memory states and a whole lot of swirling metaphor (Brainlings, et al) and what else is there?

I am at the center of all this. But I am not this; much less, all this.

What else?

Hormone fronts, floods, and lagging edges.

Anything else?


20-1539: Assuming I proceed (or to the extent I proceed), this will be The Formatting Tag for any future Judging The Judges entries in this space. But do I have the will?

20-1539: I am unimpressed. Justice Denied because There Is No Justice (my words and rationale, of course) is Not Justice. More to the point, I wonder about The Karmic Implications. To the extent The Law of The Land has been decided, I wonder how This Law effects The Land.

20-1668: Let us not expect justice. It's a sorry state of affairs.

Perhaps, Police Departments should be sued alongside Police Officers, so if lack of notice becomes the king pin for Qualified Immunity, said Police Departments can be held liable for insufficient training and creating a public hazard.


I don't believe this world can be saved.
One can save themselves... and that's about it.

Also, it seems likely one will have to lose everything first.