Taking A Break

Resting for the next lap of the proverbial rat race.

Fall cleaning 'phoning it in: There are items scheduled through the end of the month, mostly crap from the hard drive. See y'all in October, maybe ...— 30 —

Tired Of It All Tues.

73 wasted yrs. in this world of shit & pain surrounded by brain-dead doody-heads. And summer will be gone w/in an hr.Just purchased a stupid, indulgent belated birthday gift for myself. Don't feel any better, maybe when it arrives.

This not-eating thing has worked out well: Eight days to the end of the month & even after indulging myself I've over US$600.00 in the credit union & 18 bones in folding money. Not to mention many dollars in quarters saved for laundry but now made superfluous by WASHConnect, which infects one's 'phone.

Can't possibly spend more than 100 bucks on "necessities" between now & the end of the month, so I s'pose I can indulge myself in the 100+ simoleons of turnouts & other railroading junk I need/want. And of course, the more one buys at one time, the more one makes up for shipping costs. Wheeee!

Currently attempting to consolidate, organize & discard some things that have been piled up all over, many of which have ended up on the only flat surface available.

And elsewhere.

73 & Counting ...

I can assure you I don't feel a day over 83.And I'd like to thank all for the sincere good wishes, presents, surprise party & so forth. It's so wonderful to have friends! (Who will cheerfully call the fucking police on me because I was righteously angry. W/ friends like that ...)

Friday Freak Out

Blues Guitars

My life too. Oh, the sufferation.Bonus live track:

State Of The Nation: Beat To Shit

Ed Cara / Gizmodo:71% of Americans Say They're Completely Exhausted
Fox News:   Nearly 3 in 4 Americans are battling the same exhausting health problem, CDC reveals

Erica Sloan / Washington Post:   Americans are tired. Women and young adults, most of all.

What? You think mature male citizens aren't fucking sick & tired of the Gawddam non-stop bullshit too?

I've noticed plenty of exhaustion: Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinquo.

In conclusion, we're all exhausted:

Impressionistic

The Sky Above, The Crud Below

I'm Sorta Back ...

Not that I was missed.

Ugly, ugly, ugly, except the clouds.

Finally realized my problem was from constipation, so cleansed the colon, then slept for about 10 hrs. Still yawning, however, because humanity & all its works are still unspeakably dull, inane, boring & mind-numbing (image above) except, of course, for the parts where you horrid pieces of murderous shit are trying to kill anyone in your way.

Exhaustion & Enervation

It's not the heat, it's the existential agony. But let's be honest: There is sweet-fuck-all in your miserable world of shit & pain for which it's worth staying awake.

Get Away From Me, You Loathsome Bastard!

Nowhere is safe. Can't even watch model railroading videos w/o this bullshit being shoved in my face.Much more appropriate transportation for his bruised lumpiness.

Can't wait to see his rotting corpse hauled to the boneyard in this coffin by the renumbered 8647 loco.

The pricks at UP have painted three locos to "pay tribute to our nation’s presidents". (Tribute* indeed: Apparently this 4547 abomination is the Union Pacific sucking up to Fats to get their purchase of Norfolk Southern approved.) The other two are "tribute" to Abraham Lincoln & oil man G.H.W. Bush, the one-term 41st Pres. who lost to Slick Willie. That's some accomplishment. F.D.R.? J.F.K.? Demoncrats, obviously. No more UP rolling stock on the layout; they're not getting a penny in licensing from me. 

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*Per Merriam-Webster: "Historical Payment: Wealth or valuables given by a weaker nation or group to a dominant power as a sign of submission or to ensure peace."

Anniveraries

Holy Bullies and Headless Monsters celebrates 20. Pen-Elayne on the Web, 24!

Pretty sure I'm going to knock it the hell off if this dungpile or I make it to 20. (3 May '27 for this inanity; I'm so far past 20 I may not wake up tomorrow, let alone next yr.) Talk about a waste of time, energy & effort on my part! I should be kicking myself for being such a fool.Stupid, stupid, stupid!!

Monsoon Season

Or hurricane season, as this is from Hurricane Marie, now spinning off the coast. I knew those were rain clouds I saw last night. It's been raining steadily, occasionally heavily, for 13+ hrs. Mins. ago it picked up.

Must've been a last gasp, seems to be petering out.

Storm creates huge waves and dangerous currents at southern California beaches

Wouldn't It Be Nice If ...

... I had the energy, interest, inspiration, reason, motivation or stamina to do anything but lie in bed & yawn?

Friday F.O.A.D.

There is no one more angry, bitter, or resentful than I in this world of shit & pain. Hitler, Mao, Pol Pot, Stalin & Trump combined are pikers next to me! Sure, they did a lot w/ famines; watch me go!

Most Vaguely Exciting Or Interesting Events In The Outside World Since Mid-August

S'pose I could have shot the Korean women w/ sound system & microphones shouting about & bouncing up & down for that Jesus feller I saw again today, but I already have footage of them & barely had the energy to walk, let alone get the camera out & work.It is not encouraging to see the Beverly Hills Fire Dep't. Code 3 two heavy-duty ambulances to the same building where one is going for a medical appointment, let alone when eight firefighters/paramedics w/ a gurney enter the building.

No sign of them at the office I was visiting, not that I was there for anything that would have led to a 911 call. Thanks to the D Line, I got from Wilshire/Western to Wilshire/La Cienega, two blocks away, much faster than surface transport, & was finished before the appointment was actually scheduled.

The hell's "on duty" mean? It just sits there. I continue to be suspicious.

No damn wonder I'm exhausted; this world is dull as dishwater, & that has such people in it.

"The Wages Of Sin Is Death"

Sounds good, dunnit, but like everything else in both Testaments & the Quran it is an absolute lie. The wages of any & all human existence are death, the grave, cremation, composting, yada. THERE IS NO ETERNAL REWARD.

The final destination for each of you, "good", "evil" or too stupid to decide.

Which of course raises the common-sense question: WHY FUCKING BE "GOOD"? Why not be a murderous thug primate like all the other humanoid scum destroying the planet?

Good question. Why not hurt others as they have hurt you? Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. That's in Gawd's Big Book of Lies too.

Self-Diagnosis

The hernia that popped out about four months ago is now what the croaker called "a big hernia". He suggested surgical consultation, but there's no consultation w/o an ultrasound, & the first one I could schedule was 5 December. Three months, if you've lost track. Worst things that could happen? More pain, inability to evacuate & gangrene.

Other crap: Exhaustion & enervation are probably not due to sleeping sickness, as I've no symptoms beyond the inability to remain upright, even in a chair, for more than three hrs., & certainly don't remember being bitten by a tsetse fly.

Depression? The heat? The sheer droning boredom of your awful idiot-filled world?

Dehydration, for which the nurse practitioner actually advised me to consume more salt? (Bought a bag of Fritos® & some cheese dip, as there's almost no protein in me either.)

I also suspect that gravity (Weakest of the four forces.) is increasing, especially in the outside world. Or the atmosphere is denser/heavier, to the point of pressing me down.

Bi-Polar

Constantly shuttling between the absolute blue-hot rage that fuels my righteous & well-justified desire to torture & kill all my enemies (It's a long list. Just about everyone I've ever known, met, or heard of is on it.) & complete exhaustion & enervation that so saps my strength I can't remain upright & must lie down, in a fitful state between sleep & consciousness. (One of these days I won't be exhausted when I get up; the rage & energy will continue unabated & you'll all be in trouble.)

Thank you all again for all the support & concern that I've never heard from anyone, ever. Now I know who were never my friends. Only some little prick who likes to call the police on people. Little bastard apologized to me the first time he squealed, when nothing happened; last yr. I was imprisoned for a wk. & yet not a peep so far. Been almost a yr. & a half, jerkwad. (Revenge is a dish best served cold.)

But I'm the one w/ the "problem", not a heartless society of uncaring pigs!! No, yours is a perfect world of greed, corruption, bullshit, denial, perversion, degeneracy & Republicanism. And, of course, squealing rat informers.

Now tell me this is the best of all possible worlds, you deluded idiots!

Mass-Grave Monday

You fucking Yankee pig-dogs beat the Nazis & the Nipponese, came home & let the very same fascists, wrapped in the flag & carrying the cross, take this shithole nation over because you sissified weakling losers in this nation of closet cases were scared of colored people & Commies. What sad losers.

Every trembling, fearful white pansy in this world of shit & pain should be taken behind the barn & shot in the head, & I'm the man for the job. Ignore me the & the sad truth (or even call the police because you don't like the truth) long enough, & I kill you. Simple, innit?

Or we put them in the barn, seal it & introduce the insecticide/release the whirlwind!

Turnabout is fair play! As someone keeps typing, NO HALF-WAY MEASURES!!

Slow Summer Sunday ...

Still 'phoning it in. Not that anyone's watching or listening, let alone paying.

At an impasse; I need a mess of new turnouts & I have to decide which brand(s) & sizes to buy. (Walthers or PECo?) Already have track I may never use, so I'm planning & measuring at least twice. Also realized a crossover is needed.

Have two used ones, but I effed one up a bit & the other doesn't work so well either.

Two new turnouts may be easier & less expensive than taking this to Burbank's Train Shack at US$75.00/hr.

Note broken piece of brass(?) that allows the point rail to flop about.

That grommet is yesterday's technology, 'though this newer model doesn't appear any easier to repair.

This will now require hrs. more experimentation & the joining & rejoining of track, turnouts & paper templates. One hears the phrase "World's Greatest Hobby" a lot; thinking it's somewhere between most irksome & most boring.

Have some all-American track-laying, re-laying & then laying again & again music.

This cat is quite the selector. Hey-bob-a-re-bop!