Human Comedy

Last night, I Spent about three hours viewing various programs on RT (formerly known as Russia Today) I really didn't feel like doing much else. I am still illin' after all. RT is refreshing, a "breath of fresh air." And, I finally feel as though I am being properly informed. Many people may disagree, preferring to rely on the corporate-sponsored media of empire. Few critics actually spend any time with RT, so that presents a credibility problem. Anyway, I urge everyone to check out the programs on [deleted].

This morning at Chaos Manor (read: rental housing), Alan said that he is now attempting to secure a room in the Plumeria Hostel that is comprised of two or more old walk-up apartment buildings. The reviews of the accomodations are mixed. There are short-term and longer-term rentals, relatively speaking, and the rates seem to be fairly high. The only redeeming factor appears to be the tourists who stay there on vacation. Otherwise, the longer-term rentals are somewhat similar in quality and type of residents as the disgusting Chinatown dormitory. Anyway, Alan has submitted a reservation for a room. So, he may be moving in there as early as this Friday.

By the way, I spoke with the landlord of Chaos Manor last night, deploying my cheap "smartphone" for the first time. My tentative move to Waimanalo has been pushed up to next week. There appears to be no hurry now. The landlord's most pressing concern, from what I could ascertain, is to get Alan to move out as soon as possible. It is ludicrous, I know. That's the essence of the grand human comedy. Oh, how I wish to distance myself from human folly! Unfortunately, as long as I am in proximity with other humans, then I will be privy to myriad low-grade sitcom scenarios.

When I arrived back at Chaos Manor in the afternoon, I observed all of Alan's new plastic storage containers lying on the floor in the common area. Alan has labeled each container with a description of its pending contents. He sorted out what looks to me like trash and placed them in the labeled containers. So, what's really happening is that Alan is transferring the accumulated useless junk and trash from the stacks of boxes in his squalid room into the new containers. Nearly everything, and I am being serious, could simply be discarded or thrown into the recycle bin. The plan, I suppose, is that he will move all of that junk into the tiny hostel room. My guess is that Alan will be evicted from the Plumeria Hostel within two weeks after moving in.

The Plumeria Hostel, from what I gleaned in the reviews, is comprised of visiting tourists who are on a budget. There are probably lots of young people, university students perhaps, who stay there. Young hotties could also be part of the demographic. The longer-term residents are, once again gleaned from the reviews, derelicts similar to the residents of the despicable Chinatown dormitory. In other words, losers. There is also section partitioned off for babes only. The neighborhood itself is seedy. Over the years, lots of the homeless and destitute have relocated to the locale. Illegal drugs and drug dealing are commonplace. Alan will not fit into either demographic.

To be honest, my only concern is where I will procure my dinner this evening. New Year's Eve is essentially a half-day holiday. So, my outing at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) this evening will consist of only one survival objective. I, personally, do not celebrate the new year. Why bother? I am only getting older and moving closer to death. Sheesh!