Signing Off

Update 2022: Exodus Notes now provides third-person observations of the frontlines in lieu of the legacy “blog.” Also, the Molech-themed Twitter® feed was permanently suspended (read: censored).

Caravanserai

The nauseating visit by the detestable surveillance robot last night was simply insulting. Like the common cold or a bad sitcom, it keeps coming back. So, my friends, the time to say farewell is upon us. I have done everything in my power to reduce the readership to zero. And, all that's left is to "pull the plug." Obviously, there are still a lot of "loose ends." There is no way around that.

Typical "Loose Ends" Hottie

At this point in time, very little effort is being expended on homeless preparations. Instead, I am battling the common cold. The window deflectors for the homeless motorhome (read: minivan) have not arrived as of this date, which presents a serious obstacle. Several of my previous homeless preparations have been deemed unworkable. New solutions are being considered. And, no word from my homeless buddy either.

Typical Addictive Hottie

My last and worthy societal observation is the final word. There is something psychopathological and spooky about the epidemic of "smartphone" addiction. With each passing day, I see more and more people convert to "smartphone" zombies. So much time is spent staring at a tiny screen of a damned telephone. Oh, yes, I know that it is a handheld computer, too. But, it is primarily a telephone.

Typical "Smartphone" Hottie

There really is something terribly wrong when nearly the entire population of empire is obsessed with playing with the device. Of course, the consequences are grim: a "dumbed-down" citizenry, passive media sycophants, thought slaves, and more. Frankly, I would rather be living out of a minivan.

Typical "Blog" Hottie

Anyway, that's where we stand right now. The exact date when I will descend into the cesspool of homelessness is unknown. So, no fanfare. No tearful good-byes. No lengthy apologetics. Many thanks to everyone who joined the public journey of the ol' lavahead through the years. Twenty years, my friends. Please leave any final comments for posterity. And, if desired, continue on an abridged journey (of more of the same) through the social media conduit.

Defective Genes

The common cold lingers on. Yet another day of suffering with the addition of the dreadful post-nasal drip. The last occurrence of the common cold was a year ago, and it went on for several weeks. Oh, the agony.

Typical Moody Hottie

Naturally, I was not even in the mood to entertain the idea of homelessness, no less motorhomelessness. In fact, I have been in no mood for anything. I just want the disease to disappear already.

Typical Credible Hottie

Incidentally, I have been having second thoughts about mummifying the "blog." Yeah, next I will have second thoughts about homelessness. Soon I will have the same dubious credibility as the central bank of empire.

Typical Young Hottie

Really, though, the only worthwhile aspect of the "blog" is the embedded pictures of young hotties. The rest is nonsense. I could post the pictures of young hotties on the social media conduit. Why bother?

Typical Existential Hottie

The crux of the matter is that I am going through a severe existential crisis (exacerbated even more by the effects of the common cold). Confusion is the result. Yet, only a series of tragic circumstances has brought me to the crossroads of "hell" (term used loosely). I failed to integrate into the "social fabric."

Typical "Social Fabric" Hottie

Foremost, most people in my age group are grandparents. Obviously, due to defective genes, I was shunned by all babes. There's no other reason. My sole human purpose of reproduction was therefore thwarted. And, I was literally left out in the cold. In the days of early humans, my brethren were sacrificed to Molech. In modern times, we of defective genes are social outcasts.

Typical Social Media Hottie

With no lineage, I am essentially shunted into a long wait for the relief of death. In the interim, I will have to tolerate a "purgatory" of meaninglessness as an old codger. Not even the social media conduit can save me.

Typical Practical Hottie

And, what about the homeless motorhome (read: minivan)? Was all that money wasted on nothing? I love the minivan. I am not like other old coffers who waste money on expensive sports cars just to fool themselves into believing that young hotties would be attracted to them. The minivan is a great motor vehicle. I have not hit my head on any part of the vehicle. So, no concussions are likely.

Typical Numbered Hottie

Homelessness has not been ruled out yet. So, the minivan may still become a homeless motorhome. The "blog," however, cannot continue much further. Its days are numbered. My credibility is at stake. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa! And, of course, the intrusive visit by the despicable surveillance robot at 7:40pm HST seals the fate of the "blog."

Illin' & Chillin' (Continued)

A sleepless night complete with nasal congestion and "night sweats" made for a dismal day. Aches and pains were amplified to the point of being debilitating. To say that I was cranky would be an understatement. In fact, I am rethinking the idea of homelessness.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Lots of homeless were conspicuously visible all day. Many of them are older than me. Oh, the huge cargo van (refer to the "blog" of June 15th) was parked on Bishop Street in town this morning. I confirmed that it is a homeless motorhome. The owner is the "king of the homeless."

Illin' & Chillin'

A whole day in an air-conditioned shopping mall resulted in the onslaught of the common cold. My whole body aches as well. How would I fare as a homeless guy given my fragility? That's a good question. In fact, I am ready to "throw in the towel" concerning the homeless decision.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Lots of homeless guys out and about. At least five rode the afternoon bus heading to Hawai'i Kai. Otherwise, the homeless were "camping" anywhere and everywhere. Heck, there are at least three homeless motorhomes (read: automobiles) parked in the same shaded parking area as my future homeless motorhome.

Poverty

As with every Saturnalia holiday, the entire day was spent at the den of consumerism (read: shopping mall) in Kahala. The focus was on extended loitering as required by the homeless life-style. A total of six hours was spent there with a brief excursion (about 1.25 hours) to town and back on the bus. Coffee, a smoothie snack, and dinner were courtesy the fast food joint.

Typical Holiday Hottie

Overall, a miserable experience. What made the event even more fatiguing was the realization that I would be doing that (i.e., loitering) daily once I am homeless. And, yes, the homeless were everywhere (i.e., highly visible) all day. The Saturnalia holiday allowed them the luxury of leisurely loitering anywhere.

Silence, Little Lamb!

There's not much more that I can do. Even if I had a wage slave job, I would not fork out $1,200 per month for a substandard rental studio apartment. I would also have to pay for utilities. And, I have no furniture, no cookware, no small appliances, nothing. To regain some semblance of a mediocre "standard of living," lots more money would be flowing out of my bank account. That's totally unacceptable.

Now

For some reason, the "blog" has not been mummified yet. I cannot understand why I am "dragging my feet" concerning its termination. I am already at the point that its maintenance is a chore. And, with nearly zero readership, the time to put the "blog" out of its misery is now.

Typical Delicious Hottie

Back in Waimanalo, the landlord invited me to dinner with the family along with three other guests. The meal and dessert were delicious. I have not disclosed my tentative plans to move out of the rental studio next week. I really am not sure about how I will broach the subject given that I will be homeless.

Infestation

The latest population statistics have been revealed by local news sources. The current population of Hawai'i is about 1.43 million people. Doesn't seem too high, but that's a lot of satanic gargoyles infesting a handful of islands with limited habitable land.

Typical Local Hottie

The same sources also disclosed that the average population growth is about 30 people per day (or 900+ people per month) given births, deaths, arrivals, and departures. The figure does not include undocumented immigrants or homeless people. Thus, the actual number is probably at least twice as much.

Typical Unlimited Hottie

That's 1,800 people minimum moving to the islands per month. With limited housing opportunities, there is obviously no place for so many people to live. So, the overpopulation of the islands was not in my imagination after all.

Typical Official Hottie

The official homeless figures are also ridiculously low. According to the same sources, there are about 2,800 people in homeless shelters and on the streets. The actual figure is most likely three times higher at the least.

Typical Sane Hottie

Little wonder why I am going crazy. The population crisis is likened to a huge roach infestation. Sheesh! What will Hawai'i be like in ten years?

Typical Surveillance Hottie

And, speaking of infestation, the roach-like surveillance robot paid the "blog" a visit at 8:30pm HST. Why? The "blog" is close to mummification. What's the point?

Gargoyles

This morning, I dropped by the Nissan® dealership in Kane'ohe to pick up my license plates and ordered the window deflectors for a ridiculous amount (even with discounts). Well, at least the future homeless motorhome (read: minivan) benefited by a free wash.

Typical Dealership Hotties

I ended up parking the minivan at the dismal Ala Moana Center (future homeless staging area) for the day. People, formerly referred to as satanic gargoyles, love to shop. There were a few homeless people loitering there as well. I even spotted a dilapidated homeless motorhome in the parking lot.

Typical Mucho Hottie

Traffic was horrendous this afternoon. The trip back to Hawai'i Kai took nearly an hour and mucho petrol. People, formerly referred to as satanic gargoyles, love to drive around in their 2,000-pound motorized chairs (read: automobiles).

Typical "Smartphone" Hottie

Two more idiotic shopping days before Saturnalia. Oh, I don't know. People, formerly referred to as satanic gargoyles, seem oblivious to anything and perfectly content thanks to "smartphone" addiction.

Typical Modern Hottie

As I previously mentioned, life in the islands does not even remotely resemble paradise. I have been hiding in my monk shell for so long that I am so out of touch with reality. I am a prehistoric fossil in the modern world.

Typical Recycling Hottie

By the way, I have already minimized my recycling activities in preparation for homelessness. Well, my contribution was too insignificant anyway. Just one hour of observation in any fast food joint will prove my point. The amount of waste generated in that time reduces recycling to a big joke.

Typical Transitional Hottie

The transition to homelessness, aside from preparations, is not going well. I keep thinking that I will "chicken out" and waste more time and money in the Waimanalo rental studio. Eventually, probably just a few months, I would end up in the homeless motorhome anyway.

Typical Prepared Hottie

Yes, preparations for homelessness have been progressing rapidly. All I have left to acquire is a sleeping bag. Then, I will be " good to go," for what that's worth.

Typical "Blog" Hottie

The " blog," by the way, can be mummified at any time. No advanced warning will be given. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Bust

This morning, during my usual Hawai'i Kai visit, I was able to use the liquid scratch remover (previously donated to my bro) to reduce the effects of the vandalism imposed on the future homeless motorhome (read: minivan). Better than nothing.

Typical Idle Hottie

My bro has been laid off from work for some time now. He was able to secure temporary work for a couple of weeks, but now he's idle again. Unemployment seems to make him cranky. My nephew resigned from his wage slave job at the retirement home about a month or so ago. Now, he's idle as well.

Typical Gale Force Hottie

Gale force winds and cooler weather ... not exactly paradise. What happened to the days of perfect tropical weather? Same thing that happened to the "Aloha spirit." Gone forever.

Typical Social Media Hottie

The social media conduit is a bust. Probably not worth maintaining, but it will stand as the successor to the "blog." Postings are limited to 140 characters, perfect for a homeless guy. I have disabled all notifications, so it may be a while before responses or comments are received.

Thugs

The Nissan® Quest S minivan has been vandalized by unknown thugs. Two thin, albeit deep, two-foot vertical and contiguous scratches were discovered on the front and sliding doors on the left side. The vehicle doesn't even have license plates yet. Why deface my future homeless motorhome?

Typical Buckhead Hottie

By the way, an issue concerning alleged missing sections of the old journal has come up. Tiger old journal should be intact. The links to the chapters have been truncated, though. So, the chapters have to accessed sequentially.

Typical Rested Hottie

As the days to homelessness decrease, I find myself becoming irritable. The latest vandalism incident certainly didn't help. Living it of a minivan will be challenging, to say the least. The only issue that really bothers me is the matter of sleep. Will I actually be able to get a good night's rest? Then, there is the problem of needing to "drain the lizard" during the night.

Typical Fond Hottie

I am now considering a time limit for my homelessness, possibly two years. After that deadline, I may have no choice but to permanently relocate. I am not fond of the islands. I have been displeased with Hawai'i ever since I moved back. Believe me, this dump is no paradise.

Retrospect

As the "blog" moves rapidly toward mummification, there should be a brief moment to pay our respects to both the latter and the old journal for 20 years of continuous service. Yes, two decades of ramblings from the ol' lavahead.

Typical "Blog" Hottie

Once again, for any of the two or three remaining readers who have elected to part company at this time, infinite gratitude is extended to you. And, for anyone choosing to continue the journey on the recently launched social media conduit, a very warm welcome!

Gauntlet

Lots of confusion setting in as the final homeless decision comes to fruition. Actually, there was no homeless decision. Homelessness is a default scenario. Nothing more, nothing less.

Typical Default Hottie

The "blog" is in its final days as well. It could be mummified at any time (or the end of the month at the very latest). For those of the dwindling readership who are leaving permanently at this time, I would like to express my gratitude and offer a fond farewell.

Typical Seamless Hottie

Anyone continuing on until the bitter end, not to worry. The transition to the social media conduit will be seamless. In fact, the social media conduit has been set up already. It is all viewable by anyone. No requests or special accounts are necessary.

Typical Social Media Hottie

As stated previously, the social media conduit only facilitates very limited dialogue. So, there will be little in-depth coverage on any topic. Perfect for homelessness, eh?

Typical Valuable Hottie

Preparations for homelessness continues. I have divested my backpack that was serving as luggage. I cannot keep anything in the homeless motorhome (read: minivan) that looks valuable or looks as though it may contain valuables.

Typical "Good To Go" Hottie

As far as acquisitions, I only need a decent sleeping bag and the costly window deflectors for the minivan. Then, I will be "good to go."

Typical Sizeable Hottie

I should mention that the homeless crisis in the islands is out of control. Few people really know the extent of the crisis. Even posh Hawai'i Kai now has a sizeable homeless population.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Eventually, due to extreme political stupidity, homelessness will become a criminal offense. There's just no way around it. So little is being done to address the issue that eventually, when the truth surfaces, there will be a panic move to violent Draconian measures. Naturally, I will be right there "in the mix" when the gauntlet is laid down.

Social Mummification

I am already mummifying one of the social media conduits because of its unmanageable nature. Primarily, I cannot make that particular social media conduit accessible by everyone (without releasing more personal information). The associated "app" is huge, way beyond tolerable. So, the account will be mummified in a day or so.

Typical Social Media Hottie

The other social media conduit, in "microblog" format, will officially supersede the current "blog" in a few days. So far, it seems both manageable and workable. It is also fully public.

Typical Manageable Hottie

Actually, the implementation of any social media conduit is moot. The readership of the "blog" is nearly zero. So, as I edge toward homelessness, I will also edge toward total obscurity. I am fine with that.

Typical Inevitable Hottie

With that said, I have been inundated with doubt over the homeless decision. At times, I feel as though I should remain in the Waimanalo rental studio for as long as possible. Then, I come to my senses when I realize that "as long as possible" may only be a few months. Homelessness is inevitable.

Edging Toward Dereliction

This morning, my homeless buddy and I met as previously planned. We made a short excursion to the area where he and his cohorts have an exclusive "camp." It's the frontage of a rental storage facility.

Typical Overnight Hottie

The potential overnight parking spot is on the same side street as my homeless buddy's "camp," just before it forks in two different directions. According to my homeless buddy, only two or three vehicle park there at night, their owners being security guards for the adjacent properties. From what I can ascertain, undisturbed overnight parking may be possible until at least 5am. The local urinal is the gutter next to the roadside curb.

Typical Subsidized Hottie

My homeless buddy also disclosed that he's going back to Vietnam in February, much earlier than expected. He will be there for six months again. He also has plans to move to Alaska, although I seriously doubt that he would like the place. He believes that he can qualify for subsidized housing over there.

Typical Fortunate Hottie

Later, I chatted with Maka at the gym. He provided a few more homeless suggestions. I lamented that I never expected to end up homeless. "You're fortunate that you have the minivan," he said. Yes, I will be one of the more affluent of the homeless, for what that's worth.

Typical Decisive Hottie

So, the homeless decision is a done deal on New Year's Day, I suppose. Not really an adventure that I look forward to. However, what other options are there?