May 012016
 

Ok, starting from scratch today.

The other week I went to the doctor for a checkup. I mentioned I was having difficulty losing weight and asked him for something. He gave me something all right. This pill he gave me sucks. It makes me nervous, keeps me awake at night, gives me cotton mouth, and other side effects. Yes, I have been less hungry, so it does that but it is a stimulant of the nervous system as well. Because of lack of sleep I have also been really tired as well. I don’t know if I can keep on taking this pill because of what it is doing to me, or take it less often. Weight loss has been a struggle for me. I started off a few years ago at 230, got down to just below 200 and then gained it back in the last few months. I have bad knees and ankles, so doing anything like running or the like is very difficult for me and even with all the walking I do, it still causes my knees to hurt badly. I just wish I could lose 100 lbs and be done with it.

I keep on changing the things I eat. Lately it is my usual breakfast of tostada con tomatoe y avocado, a cup of coffee and unsweetened soy milk. Lunch and dinner during my work week is salads with a fat free dressing, my mixed nuts (dry almonds, pumpkin seeds, chia seeds, and flax seeds) about ¼ cup of that, a kiwi or two or banana, and usually a thing of peanut butter crackers or nature bar, and a couple of schweppes lemon lime soda water. Hopefully eating more salad helps me lose this belly.

I have also been suffering from Tennis elbow the last month or so and everytime I bump my elbow it worsens it. Yesterday was a particularly bad day for me.

I am excited that Game of Thrones is back on, problem is I work when it is on, so to keep from spoilers, no social media after it has started until after I watched the episode the next morning. I wish it was on HBO go by the time I get home from work to watch it, but no such luck. I have to sleep on it. Is Jon Snow revived yet? When are the dragons going to raise hell on the night walkers? When will I see Brandon again? All these questions!!

I don’t know if I mentioned this or not but I have been getting back into waze. I spend way too long editing maps again, way too much time. I told myself an hour a day and here I am spending 4+ hours. There is better use of my time. Shame! Shame! Shame! I need to use that time watching itpro.tv and learning for further education. I am tired of this dead end job. I have been here 5 years. No raise, no nothing. Just a tool and a fool.

I miss the beach. I miss Florida and I miss Spain. I really need to get the fuck out of Oklahoma. I hate it here. I hate the commute, I hate the cold and snow, and I hate living out in the middle of nowhere. I really need to work on getting myself in shape to get out of there. I have a house of stuff I need to go through and get rid of stuff. I should have started months ago, now that things are warming up it would be a great time to do so.

The other day I had to reinstall the rom on my phone. It was running really slow and the GPS was going squirrely, so it was time. It sucks to have to redo all the apps and settings, and it takes a lot of time. I have it mostly done, there are a few apps I have yet to login to and get reset up, the main ones are done though.

I also have some car work to do, rear brakes, and I think it is time to change my spark plugs and wires, because it drives kind of funny when I accelerate. I also have to change the oil. I did recently replace the speakers, it was time. One of the speakers that was in there had a big hole and tear in it and the rears weren’t working at all. I need to troubleshoot to see why the sub isn’t working. Hopefully it is something easy and not expensive.

Ok, I think that is it for today. We will see what tomorrow brings.

  
Mar 152016
 

So today to celebrate pi day I made pie! Blueberry chocolate chip pie to be exact. I haven’t gotten to cut into it yet because I finished it right before work. I was going to just bake it and then post a picture, but I decided to go ahead and make a video even though I did a blueberry chocolate chip cobbler a few months ago.

pi pie

pi pie

Oh, if you didn’t already know, for the last couple of years I have been putting my fat ugly face in front of a video camera and cooking. It was actually something I was going to do when I was still living in Florida (I actually painted my kitchen and everything) but I never did do any actual videos. Well I finally started doing it, to very limited success and audience. I am slowly building an audience on my social medias but I am not really feeling it on the site. About a year ago or so I moved my videos off of youtube, but I am thinking about moving them back just because of the sheer numbers there and more chance to catch eyeballs.

This weekend I have another video I want to make and I need to get Computron back up and running. It has been down for way too long. I have most of what I need to get done done. I have videos to edit. Darn it!

Current Music: The Young Turks
  
Mood : happycalm
Music : The Young Turks
Mar 072016
 

So right now my main computer is down. I bought an all in one cooler for it and despite doing a bunch of research to make sure it would fit, it doesn’t. I spent $100 on it, so it isn’t like I want to return it. The radiator is too small, and the holes don’t’ match up. So I am working on making brackets to attach to the case and to the radiator. Been working on drilling holes and stuff to make it fit. I need to get back up soon. I have videos that I need to edit and other tasks that only it can handle. Hopefully I can get it all back up soon. It has been down for way too long now. I might take pictures of the box later.

There is so much that I want to put down in paper, but I don’t give myself enough time to be able to do so. So much that I need to let out, to see in black and white. I need to start dictating it to my phone and let google do the hard work I guess.

Yesterday I talked about my diet problems. I am trying to get a hold on this. Today I ate my normal breakfast of half a demibaguette toasted with shredded tomato, avocado, olive oil and sea salt. I also had coffee with chocolate soy milk, and a banana Lunch was some dal and potato curry I made myself, I also had 10 peanut butter crackers, A salad with organic sugar free dressing, a lemon lime sparkling water and a coke zero. Once I am done with this pack of coke I need to stop buying it. I know the artificial sweetener is hurting. Breakfast usually doesn’t change much, sometimes I have fruit, but not usually. I used to be really good in eating fruit, I need to get back into eating much more fruit, and nuts as well. That might be another part of my problem.

Current Music: The Young Turks
  
Mood : happytired
Music : The Young Turks
Oct 212011
 

Okkkk. So a lot has happened over the last week.

Jewel was in Oklahoma for a funeral of one of her uncles and I took off Sun and Mon to spend itme with her and be with her at the funeral. It was really nice seeing her again and being able to spend time with her even if the occasion was a somber one.

On Sunday after we did the casket viewing thing we went over to the animal shelter. Jewel wanted me to get a little dog for me. I didn’t find any that I liked or thought would fit, so we headed over to the cats and after spending a lot of time there I ended up getting two cats. One is white with brown markings named Ripley, and one is black with white markings named Belladonna. I need to post pictures of them which I will soon. I haven’t been able to get good pictures of them because they don’t understand the word pose. They are really beautiful sweet cats. I think they are going to be good for me and help me with some things. I hope we all get along and stuff.
On Monday was the actual funeral, after the funeral we went to Goprum and had a really good meal. The food was yummy. I am glad that I took the time off for the funeral because I think Jewel really needed me and I was there for her. Her family is not supportive/understanding of her veganism and the fact she saves chickens from death and mistreatment. Pretty typical attitudes for this part of the country for sure.
Tuesday I spent the day relaxing and bonding with the kitties. I also did some cleaning and straightening of the house, something I need to really get done quick with new tenants. Yesterday was a bad day for the kitties. We went to the vet to get checked up and Ripley did not like getting her temperature checked at all. Belladonna has ear mites I have medicine for and they both have a virus from being in the shelter, the OKC shelter crud as the vet put it, which is pretty typical with humans too, so I got some medicine for that too.

Today I was awoken early by dad to go to one of his friends business, one of those extortionware got installed on his assistants computers, and I had to work on getting that removed, I had to leave with the scan still being done, and so I have to go back tomorrow to fix. Also now that I know what it is, when I get home I am going to have another plan of attack in case the bootable av sw I ran didn’t fix. It sucks being away from the kitties, and sidestepping the plans I had for today, but at least I will have a little extra money to have since I need to do an oil change and a couple of other things soon.

Anyway I am tired and ready for bed now. I know I have to go home and do some work before returning tomorrow and doing it all over again.

  
 Posted by at 12:08 am
Jul 102011
 

Looks like google+ is open to invites again (for now). If you want to be invited vivisectvi86 @ gmail.com 🙂

  
 Posted by at 10:41 pm
Feb 122011
 

Ok so it has been a long time. I am a fucking asshole I know. so anyway. Big news. Big news.

I am moving back to Oklahoma next month.

I know. It sucks. I don’t want to move. It is a family thing, so I need to move. Dady needs help so I am going back to help him. I turned in my notice on Wed at work. Gave them a month to replace me. That was nice of me to give them so much notice. I have been working on the details and planning and stuff and packing. I have been packing as well. I hope I get it all done. I have a bit over a month to get everything all packed up and stuff.

I also bought a new Nas
Andre

I named him Andre. I love it. Quick and holds a lot. Did I mention it was fast?? It is. I moved all my music and pictures on it and put my external drives on it and have been working on putting my back up / messed up drives on it as well. Right now I am cataloging pictures and will need to start going through and cleaning it up then organising , then moving more data on it from old drives, clean and organise until all peachy keen. This will probably be an ongoing thing that will take 6 months to a year.

My friends Kim and Tammy are coming down in March to help me move and vacation and drive back up with me. I am thinking of taking them direct from the airport to Key West for a day and a half. Should be fun.

  
Mood : happyweird
Music : bagpipe music
Tv : Bay News 9
 Posted by at 10:22 pm
Dec 302007
 

So I know I am not writing in this thing as much as I should. I have been busy and lazy at the same time. I need to write more often, especially when I am home.

On Wednesday I had my year end review. It was pretty good. The one thing that I can complain about this company I work for is the fact that their raises suck. You get a raise once a year and the most you can get is 5%. My raises have always been 3%, and it normally only covers the amount that my rent goes up every year. Fucking bullshit. The raise doesn’t really do much for me after Uncle Sam and 401(k) gets to it. It is an increase of a little over $1000 a year. The good thing that came out of it is that I am going to start to learn the supervisor duties and be more active in that kind of stuff. Hopefully that becomes true. I would love to have that kind of experience.

On Friday I was going to go to Busch Gardens but I woke up too late to do so, and it would have been a perfect day for it, it was nice and warm out. I decided not to waste the day away so I finally left out the house and I headed on down to Caribbean Cafe and had a sandwich and then went to Rolling Oats and picked up a few things there. I probably should have spent some time at a park, but I didn’t. I took a few pictures of my outing, I didn’t upload them yet, I will later on.

Around 8pm I got a call from Georgia and her mom was having internet problems so I went to her mom’s house and got that all fixed. She said she called Bright House and they blamed the encryption key. The networks were bridged and also I uninstalled and reinstalled the wireless dongle and that fixed the connection. He blamed it on not knowing the key. Anyway, it was easy work and I made $40 and a few lbs of Panamanian Coffee out of it (really good coffee too! Drinking it now).

It was really nice to see Georgia and her family again. She is looking really good and her youngest is getting really big. Her mom’s youngest is getting really big too. He has grown two feet since I have seen him last.

Tonight I am working an overnight shift. I worked it out with the overnight guy but for some reason that wasn’t communicated to the guy who makes the schedules, so everyone thought I was coming in at 4pm. I got a few phone calls on my cell, which I had my ringer off so I could sleep to prepare for the shift. So tomorrow I am coming in at 4pm. Fun fun.

I think that Mary is pregnant. I have her on my wish list on Amazon and she is a friend on Netflix and she has a few pregnancy books and movies on her want list and queued up. I hope that she is happy. I hope her man makes her happy.

I am so ready to go home now…

Current Music: http://jared.serveftp.net:9000/listen.pls
  
 Posted by at 4:30 am
Sep 242007
 

1 gig 20 years ago, compared to one gig today:

Original link:
1 gig 20 years ago, compared to one gig today

Again this isn’t much of an update. Not much going on, just living. I decided to make some fried okra the other day and in the process of making it I found out that one of the pots that I have has a hole in it so I had to throw that out. I am going to have to buy another one to replace it when I get paid.

I just pissed off Karla. I wanted her to get me some Mexican stuff, and she was fine with that, and then I asked her to model it for me when she got it, and for some reason she was pissed off about it, so much so that she stopped talking to me, and didn’t take my apology. So ya, she will have to cool out about that.

I love CrooksAndLiars.com. It is one of my favorite blogs to read. The following was posted today:

My New Hampshire phone rings (caller ID 000-000-0000 WTF?)and I pick it up out of curiosity. “This is (talking like a magpie so I haven’t got a clue what the name of the company is) Research. Would you like to be part of a poll for the Democratic presidential primary candidate?” I agree and the woman rapidly reads the list of candidates. “Clinton, Obama, Edwards, Dodd, Biden and Richardson.” I say, “Kucinich.” The woman on the phone says “Who?” I say, “Kucinich. Dennis Kucinich.” I hear coaching in the background – apparently the call is being monitored. “I’m sorry, but Dennis Kucinich is not on our list. Is there anyone on the list I gave you who you would vote for?”

So there you have it. Kucinich is down in the polls because he isn’t included in the polls . . . and you can forget about Gravel, too.

It is really interesting. I just clicked on the link within the article: and it gets even more interesting starting with comment 95.

At first I thought it was a Dem poll created by Hillary, but no, it is a Rep poll to try to get dem voters. Fucking bastards.

I know that there was something else I was going to include here. I forgot it. I hate it when that happens.

Bastard.

  
Mood : happyblah
Music : http://jared.serveftp.net:9000/listen.pls
Tv : Bay News 9
 Posted by at 11:07 pm
Aug 032007
 

By Ray Bradbury

In the living room the voice-clock sang, Tick-tock, seven o’clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o’clock! As if it were afraid that nobody would. The morning house lay empty. The clock ticked on, repeating and repeating its sounds into the emptiness. Seven-nine, breakfast time, seven-nine.
In the kitchen the breakfast stove gave a hissing sigh and ejected from its warm interior eight pieces of perfectly browned toast, eight eggs sunny side up, sixteen slices of bacon, two coffees and two cool glasses of milk.

“Today is August 4, 2026,” said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling, “in the city of Allendale, California.” It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. “Today is Mr. Featherstone’s birthday. Today is the anniversary of Tilita’s marriage. Insurance is payable, as are the water, gas, and light bills.”
Somewhere in the walls, relays clicked, memory tapes glided under electric eyes.

Eight-one, tick-tock, eight-one o’clock, off to school, off to work, run, run, eight-one! But no doors slammed, no carpets took the soft thread of rubber heels. It was raining outside.
The weather box on the front door sang quietly: “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…” And the rain tapped on the empty house, echoing.
Outside, the garage chimed and lifted its door to reveal the waiting car. After a long wait the door swung down again.

At eight-thirty the eggs shriveled and the toast was like stone. An aluminum wedge scraped them into the sink, where hot water whirled them down a metal throat which digested and flushed them away to the distant sea. The dirty dishes were dropped into a hot washer and emerged twinkling dry.

Nine-fifteen, sang the clock, time to clean.
Out of warrens in the wall, tiny robot mice darted. The rooms were a crawl with the small cleaning animals, all rubber and metal. They thudded against chairs, whirling their mustached runner, kneading the rug nap, sucking gently at hidden dust. They like mysterious invaders, they popped into their burrows. Their pink electric eyes faded. The house was clean.

Ten o’clock. The sun came out from behind the rain. The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles.

Ten-fifteen. The garden sprinklers whirled up in golden founts, filling the soft morning air with scattering of brightness. The water pelted windowpanes, running down the charred west side where the house had been burned evenly free of its white paint. The entire west face of the house was black, save for five places. Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick up flowers. Still farther over, their images burned on wood in one titanic instant, a small boy, hands flung into the air higher up, the image of a thrown ball, and opposite him, a girl, hands raised to catch a ball which never came down.
The five spots of paint—the man, the woman, the children, the ball—remained. The rest was a thin charcoaled layer.
The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light.

Until this day, how well the house had kept its peace. How carefully it had inquired, “Who goes there? What’s the password?” and, getting no answer from lonely foxes and whining cats, it had shut up its windows and drawn shades in an old-maidenly preoccupation with self—protection which bordered on mechanical paranoia.
It quivered at each sound, the house did. If a sparrow brushed a window the shade snapped up. The bird, startled, flew off! No, not even a bird must touch the house!
The house was an altar with ten thousand attendants, big, small, servicing attending, in choirs. But the gods had gone away, and the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly.

Twelve noon.
A dog whined, shivering, on the front porch.
The front door recognized the dog voice and opened. The dog, once huge and fleshy, but now gone to bone and covered with sores, moved in and though the house, tracking mud. Behind it whirred angry mice, angry at having to pick up mud, angry at inconvenience.
For not a leaf fragment blew under the door but what the wall flipped open and the copper scrap rats flashed swiftly out. The offending dust, hair, or paper, seized in miniature steel jaws, was raced back to the burrow. There, down the tubes which fed into the cellar, it was dropped into the sighing vent of an incinerator which sat like evil Baal in a dark corner.
The dog ran upstairs, hysterically yelping to each door, at least realizing, as the house realized, that only silence was there.
It sniffed the air and scratched the kitchen door. Behind the door the stove was making pancakes which filled the house with a rich baked odor and the scent of maple syrup.
The dog frothed at the mouth, lying at the door, sniffing, its eyes turned to fire. It ran wildly in circles, biting at its tail, spun in a frenzy, and died. It lay in the parlor for an hour.

Two o’clock sang a voice.
Delicately sensing decay at last, the regiments of mice hummed out as softly as blown gray leaves in an electrical wind.

Two-fifteen.
The dog was gone.
In the cellar, the incinerator glowed suddenly and a whirl of sparks leaped up the chimney.

Two thirty-five.
Bridge tables sprouted from patio walls. Playing cards fluttered onto pads in a shower of pips. Martinis manifested on an oaken bench with egg-salad sandwiches. Music played.
But the tables were silent and the cards untouched.
At four o’clock the tables folded like butterflies back though the paneled walls.

Four-thirty.
The nursery walls glowed.
Animals took shape: yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers cavorting in crystal substance. The walls were glass. They looked upon color and fantasy. Hidden fills clocked though well-oiled sprockets, and the walls lived. The nursery floor was woven to resemble a crisp, cereal meadow. Over this ran aluminum roaches and iron crickets, and in the hot still air butterflies of delicate red tissue wavered among the sharp aroma of animal spoors! There was the sound like a great matted yellow hive of bees within a dark bellows, the lazy bumble of a purring lion. And there was the patter of okapi feet and the murmur of a fresh jungle rain, like other hoofs, falling upon the summer-starched grass. Now the walls dissolved into distances of parched weed, mile on mile, and the warm endless sky. The animals drew away into thorn brakes and water holes.
It was the children’s hour.

Five o’clock. The bath filled with clear hot water.

Six, seven, eight o’clock. The dinner dishes manipulated like magic tricks, and in the study a click. In the metal stand opposite the hearth where a fire now blazed up warmly, a cigar popped out, half an inch of soft gray ash on it, smoking, waiting.

Nine o’clock. A voice spoke from the study ceiling:
“Mrs. McClellan, which poem would you like this evening?”
The house was silent.
The voice said at last, “Since you express no preference, I shall select a poem at random.” Quiet music rose to back the voice. “Sara Teasdale. As I recall, your favorite…”

There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground,

And swallows circling with their shimmering sound;

And frogs in the pools singing at night,

And wild plum trees in tremulous white;

Robins will wear their feathery fire,

Whistling their whims on a low fence-wire;

And not one will know of the war, not one

Will care at last when it is done,

Not one would mind, neither bird nor tree,

If mankind perished utterly;

And Spring herself, when she woke at dawn

Would scarcely know that we were gone.

The fire burned on the stone hearth and the cigar fell away into a mound of quiet ash in its tray. The empty chairs faced each other between the silent walls, and the music played.

At ten o’clock the house began to die.
The wind blew. A falling tree bough crashed through the kitchen window. Cleaning solvent, bottled, shattered over the stove. The room was ablaze in an instant!
“Fire!” screamed a voice. The house lights flashed, water pumps shot water from the ceilings. But the solvent spread on the linoleum, licking, eating, under the kitchen door., while the voices took it up in chorus: “Fire, fire, fire!”
The house tried to save itself. Doors sprang tightly shut, but the windows were broken by the heat and the wind blew and sucked upon the fire.
The house gave ground as the fire in ten billion angry sparks moved with flaming ease from room to room and then up the stairs. While scurrying water rats squeaked from the walls, pistoled their water, and ran for more. And the wall sprays let down showers of mechanical rain.
But too late. Somewhere, sighing, a pump shrugged to a stop. The quenching rain ceased. The reserve water supply which had filled baths and washed dishes for many quiet days was gone.
The fire crackled up the stairs. It fed upon Picassos and Matisses in the upper halls like delicacies, baking off the oily flesh, tenderly crisping the canvases into black shavings.

  
Mood : happytired
Tv : Scrubs
 Posted by at 12:55 am
Jan 022007
 

Crystal Moon day 9
Year of the Blue Rhythmic Storm

kin 75: Blue Planetary Eagle

I Perfect in order to Create

Producing Mind

I seal the Output of Vision

With the Planetary tone of Manifestation

I am guided by the power of Abundance

I am a polar kin    I extend the Blue galactic spectrum.

  
Mood : happycalm
Music : http://jared.serveftp.net:9000/listen.pls
Tv : A view to a kill
 Posted by at 5:21 pm