The Quagmire of my Discontent: The Apocalypse of WeeSaul - Abondon all hope, ye who enter here!!!
Thoughts on Ohiopyle...

The river of my life…

Flowing through the mountains of my soul

With each passing year

The deeper it carves its way

Towards the very core of my being

Piece by piece taking a bit off the top

And carrying it to parts unknown

Miles and miles I have floated against my will

Unable to stop, unable to turn back

Always going with the flow wherever it make take me

And I wonder if this is all there is

Drifting along, no control, just going with the flow

I want to have a say in what my final destination is

I want to have some steering input in my destiny

For once in my life I wish to be heard above the roar of the river

Just once – then I shall return to my aimless drifting through life

As I make my way to the sea…

No sinners - confession
Thoughts on Stuff - Skipping out of work early...

Left work a bit early though to the standard employed person it was a long day, and if I had the luxury of being an hourly employee, I would have received overtime on this day. Being a salaried employee at the Workplace of Despair is not for the weak or lazy…


So here I sit in my regular coffee shop though I have been regularly here as of late. Sitting here pondering what I should do with my life. At the moment, I still have parental obligations to the kiddoes though this shall not last forever for they shall go off into this world and do the things that they want do or must do…


And that leaves me with deciding what to do with me in this not too distant future. What should I do? What would I like to do with me? What will I be whence I finally grow up? It’s a big world out there, and I have seen very little surface area of this blue sphere. Should I venture forth and see what I have not yet seen? Or should I just relax and behold the wonderment of all that surrounds me at that particular point in time at that specific location? So many things to ponder upon in the brief I have whilst I am still needed…


Though there is a part of me that would feel I should just give up – my mission completed, time for the scrap heap so what remains can be recycled into something that is once again useful to the universe. I am not a quitter by any means, but these years of constant battles has taken much from me, and the desire to continue upon the path I have found myself upon takes more and more from me each and every day without returning a single thing…


So much to ponder upon and consider, and I have some time to do such though not much time relatively speaking or in this case typing in many ways for I have never been in this coffee shop on a Friday night and I have no clue whence they shall close, but from my casual observations I will surmise that closing time is very soon and I will need to go whether my coffee is finished or not…


And so I shall end this here and finish what is remaining in the cup and be off. And so I shall bid y’all a fond fare thee well and venture forth to the world outside this specific coffee shop at this particular time…

Zombies at Laundrageddon...

Laundry Day of the Zombie Apocalypse – I realize that Sunday is the day that most folks do their laundry, which is why I choose to do so at this ungodly hour. I attempted earlier in the day, but was turned away by the shear number of undead in the place. It would appear that a great battle must have taken place here for there is debris strewn across this Laundromat of the Misbegotten. Everywhere can be seen signs of struggle – mismatched socks, dryer sheets, empty bottles of bleach and fabric softeners, food wrappers, beverage containers. The struggle must have been great…


And this is why I avoid the place whence the parking lot is full. I want peace and quiet. I want to clean up after myself. I want to be as far away as possible from the Zombie Hordes. Does it take so much effort that one cannot pick up after themselves? Does it kill one to be respectful of other’s property? There are a minimum of five garbage cans in this facility and not one is full, is it so hard to walk over to one of them and dispose of that which one desires no longer?


I will never understand people, perhaps I never will…


And so ends this sermon. Go ye now, my brothers and sisters. And thine mother is not here to pick up after you…

No sinners - confession
A Rare Political Rant...

So here I sit upon the majestic Workplace of Despair Throne wasting time whilst I should be doing the work for which I am paid. And yet I am not doing such. And I feel no shame or remorse about this fact…


One thing I am absolutely tired of is those who feel their calling is to be a purveyor of doom. The party affiliation does not matter though when they are on the losing side it instantly means the end is neigh for there cannot be any good to come from those they oppose – everything shall change for the worst, the sky shall fall, “it’s the end of the world as I know it and I am going to bitch and moan about it until everyone sees things my way for my way is the only right way to exist in this country…”


I am tired of both sides in this regard – tired to the very core of my meager existence, tired to the point that mere words can never adequately express my feelings on this matter. I have nearly reached the point of screaming at all inhabitants of this land, “Shut the fuck up, I get it! You lost and yours was the only correct way to live, and now we shall all perish! I get it!”


I do not often voice my opinion on the matters of politics although I am an elected official in my voting district for I do not have all the answers, and there may be more than one road that leads to utopia and I shall not judge those who think the road we should be on is different than the road I feel we should take…


But I will stand and judge those who proclaim the end is neigh just because their candidate did not win and that person was the only one who could keep this nation from dying a tragic and horrible death. I did not wish to hear any of this talk 20 or 16 or 12 or 8 or 4 years ago, and I do not wish to hear it now. So to all of you prophets of doom, I shall say to you in the politest way I possibly can, “Shut the fuck up. K?”


And so ends this sermon. Go ye now in peace, my brothers and sisters…

No sinners - confession
Food (or maybe Coffee) for Thought...

Finally received the paperwork to officially close a thirty year chapter of my life. I found it somewhat ironic(?) that she had signed her portion exactly two months after she met her future replacement me. Now to actually sign the aforementioned paperwork that is an entirely different matter all together. I notified the soon-to-be-ex-wife that I had finally come into possession of this material, and I asked if she would want me to sign it in a timely fashion. Her reply was short and a bit snippy and basically said I could do whatever I wanted so I figured my best course of action would be to counter this with something as unpleasant, well, not unpleasant to me personally, but rather something to would put a damper on her plans for the future. My reply was, “I think I will be contesting it, maybe months of counseling will be good”. Her reply was somewhat more unpleasant though at this point I am just going to allow her to stew over my suggestion for a day or maybe two before I give her the courtesy of a reply…


I have ended my be nice and let her do whatever she wants for this strategy has not worked for she seems to be growing nastier and nastier as the days progress, which has me puzzled for I have done everything in my power to be accommodating to her wish to be rid of me. She wanted me out so I left though it has not been an easy or smooth transition for there are many things that I have yet to change to my new address and new items as such appear on a daily basis. If I had known in advance of my change of residence I could have compiled a list of that which need changed beforehand and I would feel much better that everything would be taken care of in its proper time…


The recent vehicle problems and final solution has left me short on funds for the short-term. I could technically transfer money out of saving if I really and truly needed to, but ‘tis not the reason for saving money – the day to day expenses of this existence. My savings is there for an emergency for which I absolutely have no other alternative but to use these funds. Not having spending cash is far different than needing cash for my survival. And at the moment I have no credit cards to use in such cases though I do believe that I should acquire one at some point in the future for such purposes…


In addition to a credit card, I do not have any sort of television – cable, antenna, satellite dish – none. And will, more likely than not, never have such again. I have watched some programs that are freely streamed upon the Interwebs, but I have no desire to pay for a service that I may use two hours per day for background noise. I do have in the new abode a television that currently reside on the top of the refrigerator and I may one day use it as an addition monitor for my computational device whence I have the additional cash to purchase another HDMI cable, but again, ‘tis not a necessity so this may never happen and ye olde television may spend its remaining years perched high above the scenic studio apartment…


In the last three months (wow, it has only been a bit over three months) I have a new residence, a new vehicle, and a new cell phone, which is a surprisingly stupid story in itself and maybe another time I will tell the tale and all the world will proclaim that indeed! that is an amazingly stupid story, but I did get a cool phone at the end. I suppose that there has been some good come from all the crap I have been through to this point. Well, there has been other good as well. Some friends and relatives had eliminated themselves from my life. Some people have stepped up and went above and beyond the call of duty. I can once again go full-geek and game on occasion for I could no do such for a long period of time for this sort of activity did not included her for she did not understand the concept of using one’s imagination as a central fixture of a game. I can do the bar scene again if I so desire to do so, but I have no desire to go back to that lifestyle though I did sit at a bar for the first time in 20 years on what would have been the 25th anniversary otherwise know as the first night in the new abode. For those of you who do not know me in the wilds of meatspace – most likely everyone who reads this – my parents owned a bar as I grew up so from a very young age my life revolved around gathering places for the consumption of alcoholic beverages. In many ways, these places are a second home to me, but one cannot always go home again…


Next purchase that I will need to make that is not for my survival is a new tablet. Ye olde tablet has served me well, but as with all things, it will one day be dead. It has been my companion in various states, on the land and in the air. It has seen much, giving the graphic representation of many of thoughts. It has sent time with me over a couple years worth of lunch breaks. It has even snuck past security at the Workplace of Despair to spend some time-wasting time with me. But now with keys refusing to stay attached, battery no longer holding a charge, screen that is no longer touchable, it will not be long before it no longer functions. Over the years I have owned many portable electronic devices that were more easily transported than my laptops. I have owned palmtops, PDAs, and tablets with or without attachable keyboards. And I am sure that I will carry on this tradition into the future even if I can create Word documents on my cellular communication device. Just as I am sure that I will continue to own desktops and laptops for as long as they continue to manufacture such. And I imagine that there will come a day whence these forms of computational devices will be replaced by something far superior and I will move onto this future…


And so these are my thoughts on this day placed into a graphic format so that they can be shared across this planet and possible others…

No sinners - confession
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