tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41610006206701935712026-05-15T20:39:18.821-05:00Random thoughts and iIdle ramblings from the idle mind of the thoughtful village idiot. Chiphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17870953525737875812noreply@blogger.comBlogger223125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161000620670193571.post-22792544511407259702018-07-17T00:00:00.000-05:002018-08-04T19:29:52.409-05:00

I'm tired, physically, mentally and emotionally exhausted.  I am safe but I am so bloody fucking tired.  I want to escape to a place where I can rest, and recharge, somewhere safe from the worries that plague me daily.   However, that's not possible, physically, mentally, or financially. I'm stuck.  The depression and anxiety have taken their toll.  Even though the

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'I Will Survive!' As of this moment I am not a cancer survivor, but I will be. My Mantra of late; This is my life. I will survive. You will not beat me. You will not defeat me. You will not break me. You will not take me. This is MY LIFE! I WILL SURVIVE! var infolink_pid = 273277; var infolink_wsid = 0;

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There are days in my life I can look back on and say: 'On that Day,  my life changed.  On that day I am not the same person I was the day before.' The day a girl in the neighborhood and I decided to see what the hubbub that we were being taught in Health class was all about.  We were about 10 or 11. The day I met my best friend.  I can't remember the actual date

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At best he is a con man and a fraud, at worst he is a Russian puppet. I will give him more respect than his party gave his predecessor, though just. barely. However, like his party did with 44, I will fight his hatred and ignorance every step of the way.His America is not the one I volunteered to serve. As many on the right are fond of saying;I took an oath, there is no expiration date

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Ugh. Sometimes I really hate the way my brain works. 0430: 4:30 am for you non-24 hour types, a random thought forced its way into my melon. My brain latched onto, and wouldn't let go of the absolutely absurd idea of putting Dazzle camouflage on of all things, hockey pucks. It's not like the game is difficult as is, so let's make it even harder for players, especially goalies, officials,

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See ya when I see ya...Peace. var infolink_pid = 273277; var infolink_wsid = 0;

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I thought about calling in sick for this one, taking a mental health day for a long weekend.  Then, this caught my eye.Reset my WHAT??? Are you clinically insane?  I'm not certain there is enough touchy-feeling goodness in the multiverse, let alone bail money to convince me to chase that folly.  That nonsense would be detrimental to my mental well-being, and the physical well

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So, as result of having a lazy day still basking in the success of Monday's post, as well as an extended nap or two it's now three hours before this one is supposed to publish. Wait, that sounds familiar, I think I may be repeating myself.  So, you guys like, um...stuff? After eight years this nonsense is still around.  Idiot birther conspiracy.  Really, Corey?  Eight years

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So, as result of having a lazy day basking in the success of yesterday's post, as well as an extended nap it's now two and a half hours before this one is supposed to publish.  All I've done today is ponder my navel.  As far as bellybuttons go, it's a fine innie and a perfect spot to store my lint collection.  I'm sorry to announce I've found the remains of the missing spelunkers

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"Hello, I have a question about your targeted advertisement demographics.  It's my understanding that you sell feminine hygiene products.  I'm not quite certain people over the age of 18 who live in, or have recently visited, or are thinking about visiting the U.S.A. is the efficient use of targeting labels. Yes, of course I understand that many men purchase products for the women in

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If you haven't yet noticed, I like to play games with words.  Not word games per se; crosswords rarely hold my attention long enough to get through the across clues once.  Find-a-word, ugh hate em.  Scrabble. I can take or leave, preferably leave.   I did have a letter tile, Scrabblesque type app on the pc for a while. it tracked your longest scoring word and the best

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I think the weather is about to change.  It's either going to get hotter, which we don't need, or it's likely to rain, which we do need.  I scored 18 of 20 on my daily ritual of analyzing.  it's an Aspercreme and Tylenol type of afternoon.  I hate the way my body works sometimes. The thought of the day is one of those that comes on the cusp of sleep and not sleep, that gray

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From the Wastelands news desk at KORN radio. (reference) Not really me.  A Missouri man was charged with attempting to have sex with a cow... for a second time. (story here) The article states; "Unlawful sex with an animal is a Class A Misdemeanor punishable by up to one year behind bars."  Does that statement imply that sex with animals can sometimes be of the lawful

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Sunday afternoon in the wastelands and the heat index is 44°c/111°f.  Fortunately, it's a dry heat, the humidity is only 59%.   The calendar says there are still two months of summer left.  I don't think we'll get off that easily.  We might start feeling a significant change in the weather in 80 days when the NHL starts up again. Yeah, yeah.  I know, that's three

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1:30 in the am on Sunday, 27°C/80°F and the humidity is 90%.  Next week brings more of the same.  Excessive heat warnings, with high temps and humidity producing heat indices of, yeah, these numbers are right, 45° C/112°F.  Even the big white dog, (None other than the E-dawg, Elvis, in case you are wondering), who normally loves being outdoors, looks at me like I'm crazy, (the

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Less than twelve hours after posting what I assumed was the last of the Ramble I began to contemplate what I would compose for Monday.  Ugh, I hate the way my brain works sometimes.  I don't want to do these, but I don't want to not do them either.  Is this one a fluke, a statistical blip, an aberration or a weird Marvelesque post-credit teaser?  Will there be another one

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I'm just going through the motions now,  I won't say it's an extinction level event, only that for now, it's over. This one will be number 206.  One hundred and fifty-two since the reboot.  I have made it further than I thought I would.  Who picked 152 in the pool?  Congratulations. There is always a chance that something poignant may come up and grace these pages again,

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Still not the end, as I'm not ready to completely throw in the towel.  However, there is still nothing here.  I don't necessarily want to give up the Ramble, but I don't want to do them either.  Yay us.  The internet debacle of two weeks ago really burst the bubble.   Even had I made the 6 month goal I'm not certain I wouldn't still be in the same boat.   Now,

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Fourteen down, this one to go.When I started the Ramble 5 years ago I had no idea how long it would last.  When I rebooted it this past January I said it was mostly for my benefit.  Well, I'm not getting anything out of it right now.   Lately it's become an unpleasant chore.  var infolink_pid = 273277; var infolink_wsid = 0; I would like to thank you for

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Big white dog, (why, yes.  His name is Elvis.  How did you know?), and I can't do a thing with him. Thirteen down, one hundred and twenty-five to go. Wasteland Monday, feeling much like a piñata on seis de Mayo.  Seven p.m. wasteland time zone or four balls Zulu.  Wait, I've already done that story.   Monday evening and I'm without a buffer to fall back on at midnight

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...are apparently immortal. Twelve down, one hundred and twenty-six to go. Saturday evening in the wastelands.  Saturday night and I haven't put the proverbial pen to paper since Wednesday.  So much for staying in front of a thundering herd of readers, all twenty of you.  I took yesterday off and babied a migraine.  I took Thursday off to babysit a dying cat. Several years

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Eleven down, one hundred and twenty-seven to go. This one will get me through to the weekend.  Which also means I still need to find words to put on the page for Monday.  Two days to get one entry done.  I'm not sure it's enough.    There are about a baker's dozen digital sticky notes posted on the computer with ideas.  That's not really the issue, motivation and

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Eleven down, one hundred and twenty-seven to go. For most of my Navy days, when we weren't steaming  "Haze Gray and Underway" I was assigned as a First Responder, it was called fire party in those days.  Think of it as a fire department.  We typically sat around and waited for something not to happen.  As a result, I didn't do much watch duty when we were pier side. 

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Ten down, one hundred and twenty-eight to go. Wow!  What a concept.  The dashboard for the Ramble shows something I haven't seen in a while.  A number in the Scheduled row.  Albeit, it's only one, but a number nonetheless.  I'm not scrambling to get something ready for midnight.   By the looks of it that number will be two with about eight hours to spare.&nbsp

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