Ekleipsis? I like it.

 I'm not even going to edit this. It is raining, and I will try to get some projects done. September, 2020. Seven years.   

Lately, several things have rolled under the bed and the stove. Once my fat body with bad knees hits the ground, I have to figure out how to get up. 

I was telling my wife, if I had a grappling gun like Batman, it would help considerably. If I had roller skates AND the grappling gun, I could get off the couch much faster to help her as needed. I would also like the skates to be retractable, though. I will need a stick to push the button on the shoe. 

She said this system is getting complicated. 

I said I am really having a hard time getting off the floor. If you threw a shovelful of dirt on me, i'd just close my eyes and take a peaceful nap. 

I don't expect it to be easy. 

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My wife almost threw the rice bag away. 

I said we should keep it. 

I just saw it in the closet, and I have to tell you, I'm almost 53 and feel good knowing there is some sturdy burlap handy for just such an emergency. 

Soon, I will be organizing screws and bolts in coffee cans and mason jars...

For the Delorean.

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It's like I am the only one who, on a bad night, cuddles up on the couch with an adult beverage, cheese and crackers, and watches as many White House Correspondents Dinners on YouTube as I can until I pass out.

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Not feeling close to my elected officials right now. I'm sure it's something I have done. I have not corresponded by letter in 52 years. 

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Dream...being chased by demon...others also with me? ..says I had my ten years, 3 chances...and I hid again....he catches me, laughs, and says do it again and i felt something move in my heart, like he touched it, and I woke up with my hand on my wifes back.....she immediately sits up, holds my hand,  looks at me and says that means  I have a secret.  Then she goes back to sleep and remembers nothing. 

So, I am awake at 3 am again. 

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Funny isn't funny anymore when the mood changes even true love can be challenged by a deal breaker moment atmosphere can change when you are seen in a different light nobody is immune

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Remember when celebrities only tried to influence you subliminally with the content of their art? Good times....good times...#DirectorsMedium

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im Gaffigan can say anything he wants. Everyone is free to speak. Everyone is free to choose who to listen to and where to spend their money and where they can type an opinion and what can be put in their bodies and what they want to believe

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Maybe the world did end in 2012. How would we know?

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Couldn't put on my socks yesterday, could barely put on shorts today. Just realized I waddle around with that same look as the dog had when she realized she couldn't walk. I am NOT going for a ride today, no matter how much cheese I am offered. #itis

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If there were giants a mile high, would we feel the need to scurry across their bodies while they were sleeping? Would we bite them & cause a rash? Splatter ourselves on their windshields? Are we unknowingly party to such activity? Would we gather in mass & wipe out said giants?

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I used to ride the bus with a Nesara Gesara. Didn't have a care in the world.

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Philosophizing

 The world is full of people who cannot/will not grasp someone else's situation...hence the term 'walk a mile in their shoes' is lost.  

 Many who do have empathy can't help.

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The trick to the world of fiction is the reader understanding that the writer was actually there.

Social Summary

 Some recent social media posts....all regularly scheduled, random, stream of consciousness blather

I just want to know what it is like to be duly noted.

It kills me to admit we actually need social engineering...

Killing time, waiting til I have an errand to do...but isn't everyone on here doing the same? Waiting for twitter to start charging for useless/or disagreeable/unpopular posts. Think of twitter as a toll road....

I was once an able bodied fool. I tried to make it a noble lifestyle choice, but I am afraid I am able no longer. While experience has lessened my ability to act the fool, my heart says "Just be"...

My wife fixes a hot dog by boiling it and then splitting it in half lengthwise and frying it to simulate grilling it. They are excellent. I simply microwave them until they explode. She will pass, indignantly,if I offer her one.

There is a post office service that sends you a pic of your daily mail, if you want to avoid human contact & that potentially wasted effort of leaving the couch to walk to your mail box for the crushing disappointment of no golden ticket

..the distance between ignorance and genius is never insurmountable, and can be demonstrated in the blink of an eye, a slip of the tongue, a push of an enter key, a loosening of a belt, a sudden change in the wind

Really tired of the unrelenting insults hurled at actual sheep

I love the absurd but hate to see it used as a weapon

We now go to a commercial break while I deal with the supposedly healthy effects of a tablespoon of olive oil and lemon.

(1)Most of my life I have dealt with bouts of night terrors/sleep paralysis. I have died, been torn apart, been eaten...I've learned to, been conditioned to, not be as shook up about it. I've also had some crappy relationships. If I have a weird dream and a

(2) woman is getting sexual, I'm instantly "who are you? I'm old, out of shape, broke, broken & happily married. Get the FUCK away from me"..& I wake up wondering where the demon from the old bad dream went, or is this the new one? Dreams..

3) weirdest dream I ever had took place in some primordial soup/odd jungle imagery and a business like woman, complete stranger but a face I would remember, handing me a document and telling me to "Sign this". That's the whole dream. I'll paint that someday.

What will my brain decide to desecrate the pristine walls of social media with today?

I keep seeing these threads asking "what was the first movie you saw in The Theatre"...I've been afraid to mention it. I fell asleep, my dad drank my malted and ate my food. I was 5 and it was Song of the South. I enjoyed the film. Do I have to take classes? silent for so long

Ending the day on a typo that better accents the point -- priceless

Coffee Pot broke quite awhile ago. I didn't replace it because I bought it for 8 bucks and they want 16 for the same model now. Ok, I didn't replace it because I'm not supposed to drink coffee.

Been a normal short night and I have a long napless day...so I make some coffee on the stove. How hard can it be? Well, it boils to eruption real quick.

I will clean it up when it cools. Other than a faint aroma and me mentioning an occasional skipped heartbeat, the wife will be none the wiser.

I love coffee and peanut butter toast.

Taste.

The Impossible is being eaten away, one small piece at a time.

Get you some. 

It's delicious, but highly addictive . Not many survivors of the rehab, and it won't be pretty when it's all gone.

A Tweet by another name...

 I used to want to bowl a tournament in every state. Now I wonder if the bigger challenge would be to try to visit the bowling alleys I have won a tournament in.  This is not a small number, and many (most?) have closed. I guess I should try to visit the location?  Could be interesting. My own little stealth goodbye tour. 

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Life is satire. I would say it is bad, cheap writing, but I think the best satire goes unbeknownst...and few of life's participants seem to catch on. Horatian, Juvenalian, Menippean...parody, incongruity, exaggeration, and reversal are clearly represented at any given moment, from almost any possible viewpoint. 

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Are you sure there are only two choices? Are you sure they have different results? 

Dig deep for the less obvious. 

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Start a sentence until it finishes itself. Write until it is not you writing. Poets, songwriters, call it The Muse.

 Matrix?

 Maybe. I have talked about it many times...all those writers that say it just came to them. Those fictional inventions that were later manifested into reality. (Jules Verne, for example.) 

Has the story already been written, or does it write itself? Do we write it ? Is every word, every thought, out there somewhere? That would imply dreams exist, and maybe we do not, or every thought is reality. Lore exists that implies we should be careful what we think of.  For humors sake, may I refer to the giant marshmallow man in Ghostbusters?  

People believe there are actual gateways to other realms, and one day the demons may spill into ours.  The implication is that this would be curtains for us. 

I would prefer to envision that event as more like the brawl at the end of Blazing Saddles.

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Call it fiction.  

The wife likes store bought ice

 Air.

I type to a vacuum, and I love it. It's like speaking to loved ones, that you know won't hear what you said Til you are gone.

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I was bullied as a child. Among other abusive tendencies, they stabbed me with pencils and broke the lead under my skin. I still have green marks.

I wasn't a victim...it didn't hurt, and I had hopes that these otherwise good kids would grow out of it before the next guy they did this to came along. He probably wouldn't have been so kind.

I've probably mentioned that I'm not bitter.

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Currently watching the social engineering, wondering what the plan really is. I'm sure it will come to me.

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Sadness in the air where laughter should be.

Work on that.

 An important rule of measure in my world is A Month Of Sundays.    (7 1/2 months, give or take.)

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Use your powers for good. It is the Law of this land