puerile as a directionality
bob
No flies on me
Sorry, angel
I must take what I see "
Much of my waking time I share the joy of participating in something
less than myself. It can be multiplicative or it can be .. I'm
sounding so formal .. like mold filled ductwork that kills. It
kills!!! <-- :)
Work harder not smarter. It is better to document than it is to do.
Todo.
I'm waiting for my own personal tornado. As I indicated earlier, I
didn't get the bailout package I expected. I'm figuring a tornado will
get me different kind of federal bailout.
I have at least 10 computers here (only 6 actually work - the rest are
more parts or garbage or nostalgia or some sort of tantric thing - I
don't know).
What mystery? Mastery! Motherly. Ministerially. Multiplicatively.
Marginally. Momentumlessly. Mop mop mop mop. Music.
It's something that you want to wonder about but don't care enough
about to put forward the effort.
I've been playing the piano a lot more lately than I have in years.
My hands ache some days. It's the cold here. I should have been
Burmese. Launching into a general rant about WRONGNESS isn't something
I'm interested in at this point but I reserve the right to whine, carp
and complain (I originally wrote: "I reserve the right to bitch about
things that YOU SHOULD CARE ABOUT" but I decided that was a bit too
strong and I'm all about toning down.).
I'm thinking 6500. It's only another 10 percent drop. OK, I'm really
thinking 6000 but I don't want to be negative.
Unemployment: 12-14 percent (admitted) within 18 months.
Kidney beans are cheap and they are good for you. Rice and potatoes
are cheap and the have CALORIES. Store brands rule! Blankets (we keep
them on our couches in the living room) save heating dollars.
It's like if we weren't able to itemize so well (my wife has
businesses in two states - an office in Florida - she doesn't write
off her home office any longer for some reason I don't spend the time
to understand - I've got quite a bit of pre-tax stuff also ) our
adjusted income would exceed the limits for the 800 we are ENTITLED to
receive.
Again, I'm thinking toilet paper. Perhaps some popcorn also. Maybe a
couple of bottles of that blue Gatorade. It's not the taste it's the
color. Blue on blue.
The sky is (not) bright (because the sun has gone down, silly) and the
son (sic) always brings brightness into my life. Each and ...
I feel the pull of the wifi tribe. Warriors they are. Keying and
mousing and clicking and responding to the inputs they receive ...
I am not easily impressed. Yet ... I feel a oneness with the wifi
warriors.
Puerile. It's a life goal.