"I wouldn’t make a post responding to the comment, that’s all the mystery commenter wants. If you ignore it and don’t give it any credence, which you shouldn’t because anyone who doesn’t want to put their name to their words means the words aren’t worth anything." Unknown commented on "A 4 GigaNight" Feb 28, 2024 Daniel...you are not the intellectual giant you would like to think you are...and you are usually regarded as a joke to most who ACTUALLY know you because of your smug know-it-all ignorance in life in general. I was going to put the whole comment here and then pick it apart line ..read more

Events are unfolding faster than I can unpack them and put into words. I just woke up and it's just past noon and I am feeling good after a half hour during which I eliminated whatever it was I ate last night I had done pretty well in that department. I remember going to buy a Big Texas Cinamon Bun from the machine here. I sort of remember eating it. I remember testing the "pate" style food that I had gotten for Harold. I had cleaned his plate and laid it by his water then opened the can of turkey flavored pate for him. And then in the throes of a mental glitch, remembering that in the past Ha ..read more

This blog is one of a few things that I've slacked off on the past couple years. Getting some kind of job and/or disciplining myself to busk 36 hours a week, has been another derelicted endeavor. Learning the correct Funk & Wagnell's way of placing the word "derelicted" in a sentence has been put on the back burner, even. But, yeah. "When you're standing still, you're going backwards," one of my mentors told me when I was around 14. I'm totally responsible for not having made the migration to another blog hosting platform that isn't going to censor this blog...(victimize me with censorship ..read more

When Google is making sure that hardly anyone sees a certain blog, then I guess its author is at liberty to write whatever hare-brained thing that comes to mind; as he tries to make sense of the shadows on the wall... Tanya invites me to join "the party." I still haven't found the key to unlock the joy of writing just for the sake of it, with the journey being the reward, type of thing. The obnoxious Big Tech bosses, already controlling what 90% of the people with smartphones are going to see and hear every minute of every day leading up to the November election, are really getting ..read more

I was thinking today about how interesting this blog might be still, to this day, if I were to still live under the wharf.  Need a lift? Nee Chances are that, if I lived there when the Covid thing came into play, I would have, one way or another found out about the nice hotel where the city was putting the homeless people. I remember seeing the tent cities dissapear from under bridges everywhere and hearing the news that the homeless were being housed in a pretty nice hotel. They were being fed and I would imagine given some kind of funds for use on "personal items" ie. bottles ..read more

And, so I'm going out to busk until the sun goes down or I make my kratom money whichever comes first ..read more

Back, After Almost A Month Without Internet I started a fast about 6 hours ago. But, not before the "one last hurrah" of a package of Little Debbie™ Glazed Donut Sticks. I guess I was sending the message to my brain of: This is the kind of thing we will be flushing out of every cell of the body, right down to the mitochondrion.  Sort of like putting a blood hound on the trail of a missing child by letting it sniff her dirty socks before setting out to search the countryside... I wonder if the spelling of "Donut," rather than "Doughnut" on the product has anything to do with copyright i ..read more

  The coldest temperature that I ever busked in was 37 degrees, and I remember that, in between songs, like if I was talking to someone, I had to keep my hands wrapped around the neck of the guitar. If I let go of it, the next time I fretted a chord or something, I would feel how the neck itself had dropped in temperature and it might have taken a minute or so of playing before the stinging in my fingertips subsided. At 37 degrees, I just relied upon a few simple chords that could be played using the strongest muscles in the hand, like a G major chord, played by wrapping the thumb around ..read more

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Thunderstorms; heavy downpours, Harold entrenched somewhere dry... The uncluttered living room, which is where I spend all my time now, when I'm home; reminds me of a jail cell. Some of my most content moments were spent while in solitary confinement in one county jai or another. All I needed was a good book and coffee and I would stay up all night, reading by whatever light filtered through the bars. What has to happen is, a period of extreme boredom has to set in.  Going from a busy lifestyle with all kinds of choices, and plenty of stimuli, on the outside to being thrown into a ..read more