Twilight

The poor Vienna Sausage is in the twilight of its existence. I keep mentioning the decline of the Vienna Sausage, I know. The decline is gradual and steady, but the effects are chilling. What is it like to lose one's "manhood"? What kind of life can be enjoyed as an old eunuch? We will soon discover the answers, eh?

Typical Gorgeous Young Hottie

Here's what (I believe) happens. The geriatric mind, if still functional, can experience the biological urge upon espying a gorgeous young hottie. However, the Vienna Sausage is not able comply, possibly due to low testosterone and other maladies. That's why old codgers seek out medical remedies for "erectile dysfunction." If the mind were not able to experience the biological urge, then such remedies would not be explored.

The early decline of the Vienna Sausage most likely occurred because it no longer served its primary purpose (i.e., reproduction). Testing the Vienna Sausage "manually" cannot abate the inevitable atrophy of the useless appendage. Only an in-the-flesh babe can stave off decrepitude. Not going to happen.

Typical Phase-Of-Life Hottie

Moving to the dumpy Chinatown dormitory is a reflection of my actual phase-of-life transition. Old, rundown, and populated by the lowest common denominator of society, the Chinatown dormitory is a metaphor of geriatric decomposition.

On a side note, I have tweaked my new Apple® iPad® mini 2 tablet computer to monastic specifications. Just like the Nexus 7 tablet computer, the superfluous functions have been disabled. In this case, the reason is battery power conservation, not the fear of the "terrorist"-tracking surveillance robot. I have, however, allowed location services to remain active.