Stoneface - January

Well, I am finally getting around to a real update. The layout of the new "blog" has been tweaked to its final form. I have been posting daily to the "blog" in the interim with a few residual thoughts. Now that the latter is "on the record," I will not have to discuss those topics again.

Typical Update Hottie

Comments. Commenting was activated for the new "blog." I was not expecting many comments since there are really only a handful of diehard readers. Comments are also moderated, so I can weed out any foolishness. Many thanks to readers who have made submissions. I may have responses to posted comments, but I have decided not to do so within the same section. Responses will appear in regular "blog" posts.

Surveillance. The Google® surveillance of the "blog" continues, although I have no idea what the underlying interest may be. The surveillance is overt and automatically triggered by a new posting. No attempt is made to hide the fact since the Mountain View (in Cali) and Texas locations blatantly appear in the visitor log. Of course that's the reason why the hottie images are still being embedded in the posts. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Homeless Buddy. I have seen my homeless buddy only twice since the new year commenced. Same ol' shit. He's offered to assist me in a variety of ways to save money. Most of his suggestions require that I engage in some level of fraud. However, fraud is so rampant now that no one would even notice. For some reason, I remain unconvinced.

Shotgun "Chef" - Armed and Dangerous. Back at Slob Manor (read: rental housing), Alan had mentioned that the "chef" has acquired either a rifle or shotgun. And, he has it stashed in his squalid room. Yeah, he's got gun. Why does he need a gun? Obviously, the mental state of the "chef" is in question. See yesterday's posting for all the details.

Hawai'i Kai Visits. Moms sustained minor injuries after falling over while lugging a large trash receptacle. The trash bin fell on moms' knee. Otherwise, nothing to report.

Evening Outings. Same ol' shit, except that the Kahala outing is no more than 1.5 hours including the bus commute. I procure my dinner. Then, I loiter in the fruit-based computer store in the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall). Last night was one of the worst outings. The place was jam-packed with asswipes of all varieties. Pay day, you think? Or, extreme boredom.

Sleep. I am still plagued by insomnia. Even the small glass of wine consumed before bedtime has done little to help. The problem is most likely Slob Manor itself. In any case, I may mummify the wine consumption.

Tablet Computer. I have developed mixed feelings about the Nexus 7 tablet computer, primarily because of the on-going Google® surveillance. The direction of Google® "apps" also disturbs me. Lots of data collection and more integration of its social networking gauntlet. On a side note, I have discovered that my Apple® ID is still active. Is it time for the fruit-based tablet computer?

"Crack House" in Chinatown. Still no decision. However, the mental state of the "chef" of Slob Manor fame will be a determining factor at this point in time.