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Here's the deal, I read blogs. I read blogs because often they make me think about stuff, stuff I probably wouldn't think about, otherwise. I could read more books or have more involved conversations but reading blogs is easier, it's more convenient. They also help me pass the time when I need to pass time.

I like reading blogs. And I don't mind throwing a couple bucks around to sorta say 'thanks for sharing.' The way I figure it is that I ask the question "Would I buy that person lunch?" I usually would and I would not just buy them lunch and just watch them eat because the last time I did that the other person was a little weirded out by it, but I would buy myself lunch too. So, that brings the price to two lunches.

Word for word, or probably more likely thought for thought, it's cheaper than paperbacks or a round of drinks.

Plus if you have a question or a statement there is usually a place for comments or there is an email address around somewhere.

Sometimes I don't post stuff

I forget what I was doing but I came across the following. Something that I wrote awhile ago, I forget why I wrote it and I don't know why I didn't post it at the time

...I don't know why I'm posting it now but here it goes.


A hero is a man who does what he can.
- - Roman Rollard

If you read this site from stem to stern you may think there is a lot of hopelessness. Lately, I’ve been in discussions that are akin to defending hope in the face of hopelessness. Seems noble at best but hypocritical at street level.

From stem to stern
Through life I learn

six cents worth

It was raining yesterday morning so like the lameass I am I drove to the public transportation station.

In my truck there is this neat little compartment at the top of the console that holds my cell phone quite nicely. I placed the cell phone in this compartment like I usually do and said to myself "Don't forget to take that." Well I did forget to take the phone and subsequently missed an opportunity for lunch with Lady G.

And I really like lunch.

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"That will be $2.94."

That's the price of a grande white chocolate mocha. I've been visiting Starbuck's once a day all week, well, all week except Monday.

I offered a $20.00. I offered the twenty because I had $21.66 in my pocket. The paper money consisted of a single and the double sawbuck.

She asks "Do you have anything smaller?"

I hold up the single as if to prove that I don't and say "All I have is a single."

Maybe I was trying to get my overpriced coffee beverage on the cheap.

Maybe she would say "Today, that's close enough."

I was handed a five, twelve ones, a nickel and a penny.

I tipped the six cents.

In the long run...

sahalie reminds me that the price of silver usually goes up, in the long run.

There’s a line in a movie where someone says he’s sold his soul to the devil. He’s asked what he got for his soul and the answer is that he was taught to play the guitar, real well. And the guy asking about the trade says “And for that you traded your everlasting soul?” and the trader replies with a shoulder shrug “I wasn’t using it.”

There have been times when I was in the middle of doing something and I would think that that something was pointless. And you know what, that activity would turn out to be pointless but often later down the road, I’ll use a skill or a piece of knowledge that I picked up during the pointless activity for something that has a point.

Sometimes my pointless activities are not always without value, I guess is what I’m saying.

outed.

The new machine is out of the box and about 80 percent setup. It's networked and has all the major programs I use, installed. There are some lesser programs I still need to install but that can wait. That sucker's quick

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At work today we had a visitor, a female fourth grader. She starts school tomorrow. She thought it was funny calling my "A doll", as in "Oh, thank you. You're such a doll."

wiseass.

I wonder about my exchange rate of soul to silver.

Regina is unemployed - her choice at the moment.

She’s unemployed because she wants music, more music.

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There was this point being made, I forget by which means it reached my senses but it was major media. The point was if people don’t like their job, it’s mostly their own fault. The guy said if you don’t like your job then leave. Most people would argue that they have expenses. The reply was that the expenses were all chosen, the mortgage or rent, the car payment, credit card bills, he argued that they could all be reduced or maybe eliminated by most of the people who do the complaining. Is there a smaller apartment you can rent? A less expensive car you can drive? Take the bus, even. You stay for a reason.

The point – be aware of your priorities because that is most likely why you make your choices.
The message – stop complaining because it’s your own choice.

Sometimes, I don’t like my job(s) but the money and security are convenient. I could leave, I still know certain folks that would welcome me but the pay would be less and the job not quite as secure. I could even do the self-employment thing again but...

Sometimes, I trade a bit of soul for silver.

Regina, she’s trading silver for soul. I hope it works out.

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So, I try not to complain so much about my job but I still wonder about my exchange rate of soul to silver.

Sore throat, running nose, congestion – all mild.

So, I eat better and keep warm, warmer than I like but I dislike colds. I don't get colds often maybe something mild every other season, usually late in the season. There have been a couple times when it has been worse. Maybe, it was the lack of sleep or the sleeping under a running fan on one of the cooler nights.

Anyway, mild cold symptoms are here. As I was leaving the house I took a half dose of NyQuil, probably not the best way to start the day. I got to work and figured a grande espresso drink from Starbucks should counteract any effects of the NyQuil. Around 11:30am the nose starts to feel like it wants to start running a bit so I go to the drugstore to get some stuff. Stuff got – DayQuil, Cold-Eeze and white chocolate Reese's Peanut Butter Cups (on sale). I take a Cold-Eeze and read the package which states that I should not chew it but let dissolve slowly in my mouth.

I chew hard candy. I chew jawbreakers. I chew hard cold drop lozenges such as Cold-Eeze. I chew them all.

I did actually refrain from actually biting all the way through the lozenge, I sort of squeezed it between my teeth. Does that count as chewing? I mean the teeth never met. Never bit through.

I'll let my lawyers figure it out.

I think I have the makings of a cold.

There's always tomorrow...usually

Twice I bought new blades for the band saw. Twice I got the length from the manual. Twice the blades did not fit. So I took the blade out and measured it by hand.

I sent Delta an email letting them know their manual has errors. My original message was "You suck!" but that was changed to the page numbers in the manual with the erroneous information. The "You suck!" was implied.

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I forgot about the therapeutic effects of a hobby. Just concentrating cutting on the outside of a hair thin line the brain kinda shuts down and then there comes a time when you realize you're thinking on to a different level. Or at least that's how it works with me.

Of course, I usually then feel guilty that I'm not actually spending my time working on the house.

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The new computer is still in it's box. Maybe, Wednesday that will change.

I'm a big favorite with myself according to the amount of email I get from me

I'm emailing myself because I forgot to bring my Jumpdrive.

I was there because I was dropping off Little g for a sleepover, it was her friend's birthday. The house belonged to a friend of Lady G. I'm there making small talk because I have to wait for something. The friend opens the deck door and leans the screen door up against the frame. She explains that her brother walked right through it one day.

I was still waiting and ran out of small talk so I fixed the door.

Old habits die hard. I just hope that I didn't overstep something because her husband was home when I did it.

I'll wait and see...

I was leaving the office for the night, it was a little bit before 11PM. My truck was parked about two blocks away, down by the beach. I had just reached the last intersection I had to cross and I waited for traffic to pass but this traffic was not passing. The non-passing vehicle was a black Mercedes driven by an attractive female. My first thought was "I not turning tricks tonight" but then I recognized the driver. It was the owner of my second means of employment.

"You just leaving now? Was what she asked through the mechanically opening window.

"Yeah, but this is early for me." I said as I looked at my watch even though I knew the time of night. "I sometimes don't leave until three in the morning but I'm hoping the new computer will help with that a bit."

"Oh!, ...I should be coming back soon, 'my daughter' is doing better so I think I can do three days a week. Then we can start kicking butt, again" I think she said 'butt' but I'm certain I heard 'ass' in the confines of my head.

"I've been waiting." I said hoping she was correct.

sixteen hundred times larger...

This is something I did with the band saw. It's a 1600x1 scale model of a 3-D dragonfly puzzle. It's actually too big to properly cut out on the band saw but I did it. I think from stem to stern he's over two feet long. His wingspan is over twenty-seven inches.

1600 times larger, I think that's funny. It's actually too large to do anything with it. I might hang it from the ceiling. Any future ones will be smaller, maybe only one thousand times larger.

He's one of a kind.

You might be able to make out the small dragonfly on the front wing, he's the green speck.

It's finally happened..

What has happened? I got myself a new system for the second job. My present system which is a Pentium 3 has a lot of crap on it and I ask it to do many things. Things that it sometimes finds difficult to do but it gets them done albeit slowly.

I'm sorry old friend, you have rarely let me down but it's time to go.

The new machine Pentium 4 with a gig of RAM runs at 3.2 Ghz, 200GB hard drive. It will stay in the box until this weekend.

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Someone made me cake. Cake is good.

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"Hey, guys" I said as I sat down for lunch.

"How come they always ask 'Where's Timmy?' but they never ask for me?" was the reply to my salutation.

"That's because you are always here" I said as I smiled at the one who was asking for me.

I don't really skip that much.

I don't deal with the public coming in off the street everyday, but where I sit I can hear what is going on. I'll hear things and I just have to take a walk around the cubes to see the type of person who said such a thing. Some of the stuff is unbelievable. Today it was "Who is Public Works?" For those of you who don't know, Public Works are the folks that pick up the trash, install/repair the sideways & roadways, keep the street lights lit, stuff like that.

If you're in the city how can you have never heard of Public Works? Especially, when you're standing in City Hall.

...Of course, it may have been an act, she was a pretty young blonde.

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So I get a call.

"Tim, it's me but it's not work related"

"Okay"

"You know 'so-n-so' right? Well he has this partner (business partner, not life partner) who is moving and he has a seven year old rabbit he needs to find a home for and the 'owner' said you might be interested. Would you be?"

"I would say no I'm not"

Sheesh, I took the 'owner's' rabbit a couple years ago as a favor to her. I'm not really in love with rabbits.

I'll probably change my mind though if I'm asked again because I'm a sucker. ...And I'm really in love with rabbits.

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"I like your shoes"

"Yeah, I like em too but.." and I show the crack that runs the width of the shoe right in the middle of where my foot bends when I'm walking.

"How did you do that?"

"I don't know but it's both shoes and it's happened to another pair I had too"

"Maybe it's the way you walk"

"Yeah, or maybe it's all the skipping I do"