2022
April

No Fools, here.

with/for/to
/not with, for, or to

In the end, I was worse off for the relationship.

MEDIA: Grateful Dead - Ripple, Touch of Grey. I'm also a big fan of Uncle John's Band, Truckin', Shakedown Street, and Friend of The Devil. Moving on to Fastball - The Way.

MEDIA: Sopranos. I thought The Final Cut to Black was pretty High-Tension & Solid.

Nice Soft Snow!

TAX: Routing
TAX: Mail


Bearing False Witness includes the crime of not bearing witness when called upon to do so.
/sin

As it is written, so shall it be.

FEEL: Anger. Hate. Swearing. Throwing Punches. I don't know if it's taxes (mailed, this morning, just now more-or-less), eyes (oh, so crappy), hunger (2:30PM and just starting with anything beyond Hot Chocolate), or any of the usual suspects (my anger takes a particular form, has a predefined target), but I'm pretty angry at the moment. One could call me livid.

Denounced as Liars, Cheats, & Thieves


RUNE: Pocket Watch

/tired, as well?

143: Looks like the cash grab was a dismal failure. Pity, in some ways... as it would have rewarded conservation.

FEEL: After much help, Mad turns to Sad.

FEEL: Sad turns to tired and listlessness and lethargy sets in.

I now understand sad songs. There are a lot of them
/feel
/stories

Yes, sometimes a slash-item isn't all that important. Still, they make me feel better... like I'm telling the entire story, however trivial the additional material might be.

Until you are willing to speak the truth, I am unwilling to speak to you.

My truths are denied and answered with lies.

Both Heaven & Hell find their own.

Is this The Time?

EAR: Um, yeah. Might have punctured my ear drum. I don't really think so. But opinions differ. Certainly, I was in great pain last night. And there has been a touch (an almost insignificant touch) of blood. I muck with my ears a lot.

GIFT (outgoing): Chocolate Salami. Biscotti. Cool Folding Flower Card. All By Others... Sweetie.

DREAM: At Times, there is a definite selection of which Dream World I'm going to fall into. If Empirical Reality is all there is, it's quite impressive what My Brain has modelled... everything of which I am aware or can comprehend, basically.

WALK: The Park seems really uneven, today.

Today is fast becoming Every Day.

Shopping List: Vitamin Drink. Hand Balm. Bulk Coffee Beans. The last, a possible gift; so, tentative.

The sticky part of the year is upon us.

29,308 (601): "Hush little dolly don't you cry..."


RUNE: The Pocket Watch broke at The Stem. It was a remembrance of my paternal grandfather. But I'm pretty close to throwing it all away. What was he? A sick man wearing pajamas in an easy chair, a blanket over his lap. I remember nothing else. I'd been thinking about tossing the watch for a while... even before it broke. I have no charm left for any other grandparent nor have I ever had one for my paternal grandmother. Well, I had a Music Box. But I gave that away (to another family member) ten or so years back. The watch wasn't worth anything. Cheap Model. $50 Mint. And this specimen was far from mint. Perhaps, I will throw it away by degrees: stem first. And though I was told it was His Pocket Watch when Dear Gram presented it, I stopped believing this particular watch held any meaning (or even that he used it the once) long ago. They dealt in knickknacks such as this. It likely was just lying around. But then, they were not rich folks; and maybe, this was The Watch He Was Using When He Died. Yeah, probably not. Stem is already in the bin.

They sold "junks". Gram (not that I ever called her that, always Grandma or Grandpa Last Name) looked down on their wares. Eh, it might have been a particular subset. But I generalized it to the lot... and the entire (kid desiring) consumer world beyond.


H: Movies and TV (re. Breaking Bad) are Story Boarded. The same folks who do Story Boarding (i.e. those with the same skill-set and interests) also do Comics and Anime. Hence, a stylistic overlap: sometimes deliberate; and sometimes, not... undoubtedly working in both directions.

Folks used to come listen to The Captain snore from miles around; they found it... commanding. And thus, the story starts.

WATCH: I lied about where I got it. Dad gave it to me. I surmised it was gramps on account of his Social Security Card being tucked in the box (long since gone).

21-588 (21A85): I'm inclined (sight unseen) to side with the dissent. As to the litigants, who do I mistrust more? Doesn't Matter. Moving On.

21-463: Do I care? Not really. I have no horse in the race. But it's been (and likely, will continue to be) a grand spectacle to watch.

21-463: I will happily define treason so as to include any level of proposing or enforcing a "facially unconstitutional" law.

21-463: I would join Sotomayor's Dissent in full. The next step should be fun to watch.

The Devil is in the details, as is understanding The Nature of God.

WATCH: Honey in The Works. The Works in The Bin. It's Gone.

RUNE: Silver Dollar. I'm ready to get rid of this one, too... or, you know, buy another, so I have a pair.

There is nothing I wish to accomplish anymore; except for, perhaps... but then, not really.

Money; But No Culture.

Yes/No? Is there really a reason for a No? Probably not. So, Yes?

Does Being All In Unity (i.e. there is no other but God) explain God's apparent obsession with Love & Adoration?

DELETE: Select _ALPHA_CHANNEL_ Programs

DELETE: CIV IV In Full

WALK: A Happy Birthday Balloon was tied to The Bench. It was annoying. I switched to The Other Bench.

FEEL: Keen for Revenge!

I guess I need to check that.

Also, not being Keen on Revenge couldn't hurt... and is, likely, Key to The Solution.

RUNE: Dice - Full Load! Oh, I'm playing The Lottery. Come On! Big Money!

BUY?: Canteen. Water. Soda. Belt Wallet. Maybe. Putting together a Summer Walking Outfit. Most of my shorts sag. Will, also, need a provision for glasses. But I usually hang those off my shirt.

WALK: Ice Cream Truck. Second Time. Not Buying.

I would rather die preparing for Heaven and be wrong than die preparing for Hell and be right.

Those who wish to Control The Narrative will forever be at odds with those who wish to Explore The Narrative.

DREAM: The Hobby Shop was wonderful. I went through a deck of (MTG) Trading Cards w/ Owner. I sort of got booted out during check-out. "Never noticed this room. I'll do this after I pay." No. Not a chance. Upon waking debriefing, I was thanking The Owner for The Shop, my experience, and his time, self-conscious about not recognizing anyone or being able to hear them. "I don't know the rules to this or anything. Do you?" And with that question, whatever link existed was cut; and I was booted out of the debriefing fully into the waking world (eyes suddenly open). Apparently, everyone is just trying to figure it out. I like the shop. I like the loot. I like that I seemingly recognized at least three... well, Brainlings is the word I want to use. But conversation (with all three) implies Entities. I want to go back.

The Road to Heaven is not paved with sin.

MEDIA: Breaking Bad - Ended. In the last scene, I could see My Father (a dead chemist, last seen in baggy clothes) die again. I cried... convulsive tears. Very Moving.

RENT: In Mushroom Field Guide, sticking out like a bookmark.


Conditional Morality (and/or Selective Morality) is no morality at all.

One must give The Devil his due.

One must give the same consideration to one's enemies, The Fallen, even The Devil himself, just as one might desire for themselves.

All for one and one for all.

Everyone is judged equally, no matter the giver, no matter the taker, no matter the circumstances.

RUNE: I carry none in my outside pants, today. I am thinking about killing The Wheel and all other Runes which relate to (and/or thru) my father. Did he ever work a single math problem with me? No. Chemistry Experiment? Maybe. Not that I can remember. Perhaps, in the distance. But we never turned water blue together. So, F-Him! He was there. But not. And then he was gone. Not really much of a father. I would not choose him again... not without serious concessions or improvements on his part. So, The Runes are gone. It's just a matter of the where and the when. Probably, soon. Probably, without much reverence or ceremony. I would take Steve, instead. It could easily be a fool's trade. But I'd be hoping for The House on The Hill, bordering The Country Club, on The Drive... with a few more caveats thrown in for good measure. But then, that's quite The Wish List for someone who has yet to learn The Rules of The Game.

Garden of Eden
Biological Paradise
Steve, et al
As many concessions as I can muster

A Straight Replay would be pointless, unless I can keep my soul intact, keeping what I have learned... along with the wherewithal not to unlearn it... at least, not so quickly.

In such a game, words will always fail. But my intent can be known, if it is wished to be known.


REFLUX: 2022-04-09: Bacon Cheeseburger. A single entry does not a Data Dump make. No meaningful problems since. Nope. I take that back. Something a few nights back. I guess I'm just not recording night-time stomach upsets. File Deleted.

Might is Right includes (and/or subsumes) such notions as God, Karma, and Public Opinion. It is not just a matter of Physical Strength or Military Might, but of all power, whatever its form or function.

Warning Siren for Tornado!
False Alarm!
Better Safe than Sorry!

PICS: Thunderstorm Sunset. More likely to be deleted than ever seriously considered for publication.


Into The Dungeon Deep: Slaughter Quest Variant. On a Board (think Monopoly, Sorry, or even Life, but mainly Monopoly). Go around edge. Party moves together. Perhaps, square by square. Perhaps, by dice roll. Wow. So much unwritten. And I'm just not going to, now. Properties are Monsters, Traps, Obstacles, Quests and so on, progressively evolving each time the square is landed upon (for Monopoly, Life would be more of a one-time track). Group Cooperation. There are alliances and so on. Say, Lawful Monsters (or Honourable or whatever) will make Binding Oaths but only with those who honour their end. So like, early decisions carry through. "Our Friendship, once lost, is lost forever."

So, how does The Date Night Version differ?
/Romance


The Whore of Gold at The End of The Rainbow