Sunday, February 1, 2026
The new Meta quest horizons plus apps. Meh. I can live without them. I can't live without my sweetness. I can't live without the beautiful lady.
If a person was to be deported to Hong Kong, there would be definite disadvantages. The expected housing would be a cage home. Wretched. Inhumane. But that seems to be standard issue.
That's what happens when you have a culture that lives out of the anstract right side of the brain all time time with the pictographic symbolic semasiogrpahic writing system where everything is reduced to some hyper venal stomach level, gut level sentimentalities rather than langues with phonetic alphabets such as English, Thai, East Indian, Russian etc who live out of the logical left side of the brain which places a premium on intellectual knowledge and advsncement.
Pictographic language is limbic reptile underbrain symbolic acquisition. Alphabet based language is mammalian over brain. Reptile underbrain is lower chakra. Mammal overbrain is higher chakra. In this dimension, the reptilian underbrain is the older and more powerful brain which explains the coffin homes slum lord mentality in Hong Kong.
Then it would be that language all the time rather than English.
The opportunity cost of speaking that language for hours on end every day is otherwise speaking English for hours on end every day.
The writing system would be a steep learning curve. It would register as somewhat of a disadvantage.
Most countries in the World have squat toilets. Another disadvantage.
Not all countries have welfare or social assistance or a National health care system.
The health care system in a lot of countries is better than Canada. The UK and the US, China, Russia, Thailand have better health care systems than Canada.
Better to live in a country with no health care system than to live in a country with a health care system as incompetent as that in Canada. Whoop. Hospitals with emergency rooms closed all weekend is normal and standard issue. Euthanizing people in their 20s without a terminal illness. These things don't happen with health care systems in other countries.
14 years and I'll be 70. I don't think I'll make it past 70.
A lot could happen in 14 years. I could go to England.
I doubt it.
I could go to Sidney BC again.
I doubt it...
Trump as a YouTube commenter noted, doesn't laugh. Which is some indication of overall personality or lack thereof.
Its quite turgid, actually. He doesn't sing or whistle either. My neighbour, ever since over a year ago when he started smoking that unspecified garbage, has stopped whistling.
Ever since he reinvented himself as a meth head, he acquired one more thing in common with the women he associates with.
Since I don't smoke that garbage, I have one less thing in common with women who smoke that stuff.
That is one degree removed just as it would be if my neighbour all of a sudden joined some religion where someone has to wear certain clothing and cut their hair a certain way and the women he associates with are also of that strange exotic religion.
Whether you have that one more thing in common or have that one less thing in common often makes a difference enough to be a tipping point.
Me and Beebs had a lot on common. We were like two peas in a pod.
I don't think I can make it without her. The strain in my heart due to grief might make it that I have just less than ten years left to live, then I'll be experiencing a massive broadband upgrade.
My neighbour is the type of person who wouldn't tell anyone if he had cancer. Some forms of cancer don't show as much as others.
That same meth head lady visits him. They seem to have a karmic connection. Due to smoking meth, she may or may not be long for this world. My neighbour was two years older than I am now when I first met him 12 years ago, he was age 58 then and even then, he looked thirty years older than I do now. He always looked prematurely old. Now he's 70. And if that wasn't enough, he's now smoking whatever.
My mind paints a picture that in a few months to a coiple of years, he'll experience the next phase of life, the massive broadband upgrade, and then sometime after the lady will follow and he will be there to pick her up when she goes. There are lots of stories like that.
Or he could live another 20 years, all those years I'll be stuck in this hotel. I hope I move one of these days. I might move back to Vancouver. Variety is the spice of life. Or else try for another city I've never lived in before. No city in BC is as rock show as Vancouver. Not even close. Granville Street st night looks spectacular more than any other city in BC.
There is a website called Rentola. Very reasonable rents. $650 month, rent in upscale neighbourhood house. $750 multi room suite in suburbs not trashy downtown eastside.
Hopefully in a house in an upscale neighbourhood, the landlord is a good one. Otherwise it's just you or else one other tenant against a powerful crackpot landlord. In slightly more downscale hotels, it's more democratic. 70 residents VS the one crackpot landlord.
Ideally, I put on my balanced armature earbuds when I hear my neighbour. So I only hear brief snippets here and there which really changes the dynamic rather than me having heard the entire thing. Whatever it is.
The strangest part of the story.
I'm have some kind of fetish for women who are old. Who doesn't? Anyways, I'm thinking on one level that the lady who visits him is mocking me as if saying, "You have a fetish for old women, granny porn, but you're not scoring with any. Meanwhile I'm scoring with someone who is old."
I would never envy a woman for a man. You're talking about the difference between concave and convex.
A man never envies a woman for being a woman. Women have to get f*cked by men and then they have to get pregnant. That would be awful. Grim. Depressing.
When a man goes for a woman who is old, he sees breasts, fergina, etc.
What does a woman see with a man who is old, some decrepit, ghastly, cheesy, tumescent c@ck which would be rather grim and wretched.
A woman told me that she has porn on her computer. Now what does that really mean? What a woman calls porn and what a man calls porn are very different things. For women, there are a lot of "alone" pictures of men. Again, ugh, wretched. Grim.
Women are the more beautiful gender, but even then a relatively few of them. Women come in more looks than you can imagine and some of them, well, they look like whatever they look like. It's a grim setting of the physics of this dimension that we have to endure such indignities.
My neighbour might get into heroin and that will be the end of him. When a person does uppers, be it whatever, there is a rush phase and then a crash phase which is emotionally devastating. The amygdala and hypothalamus and adrenals are on fire! Heroin or any opiates wipes away the BS like a magic eraser. The stronger the upper, the stronger the downer needed such as fentanyl. Some junkies seem to have nine lives. They did fentanyl
Quite a few times and still survived. I guess a person survives and survives until. One day they don't.
I hope that we all say a prayer thanking God that he is blessing and protecting my neighbour and his woman or women as God steadfastly blesses and protects all things.
My mind paints a picture that one day, I'll go to work and when I get back, I'll find out that he died. He will have actually been dead that morning.
I'd like to move to another room. I've spent enough time in this room.
The human species all throughout history, you could expect this level of delinquency and edgy energy. Lots of delinquents.
Ideally, I would like to live with people who are quiet and spiritual and intellectual. And people who go to Church at least once in awhile.
I don't like the energy of most of my neighbours. The way the world is, I could expect to live with awful neighbours for life which is my case is only another 14 years or less. If I make it to 70 and I'm healthy, I would think that there's no way I'll make it to 80. I don't know why I would want to. I'll probably be all VRed out at that point. Other than VR, there is nothing really worthwhile to live for.
I'd like to move to another room but what if that area of the hotel has neighbours who, in their own different way are worse. Heather was able to graduate and get an early reprieve. Meanwhile I'm stuck in this edgy and unwanted dimension. I wish I could be in the sfterlife with Heather.
Even with the most insufferable edgy BS, time goes fast. The years indeed go fast.
My life won't really start until I get to the afterlife. I hope I pass my life review. I see 111 everyday which for me in my case could be a preapproval to heaven. That I will indeed have a majorly job in the afterlife in the employ of Royalty.
I would like to move to a country with a Monarchy. There's no Monarchy anywhere in the Americas.
The last Royalty in the America's were the Aztec Kings.
I hope I'm not stuck in this room for the next 20 years. And with that neighbour there for the next 20 years. If that were the case, I'd rather get to the next stage of my life that much sooner and skip this one altogether. Some lives are worse than death. Insufferable. Unwanted energy jangle.
#45 - The Donited States of Trumperica.
#47 - The Donalded States of Trumperica.
The angry tweets that Trump sends at 8 in the evening is called sundowning.
It is a period just at sundown when old people with some dementia feel anxiety and agitation and some confusion.
A doctor on YouTube commented that Trump was angry at anyone who would comment on his health and Trump could have written nothing else, but he wrote in all capitals that he went through a few cognitive tests as if he aced a few Mensa tests. The cognitive exams are the Montreal Coginitve Examination which is an exam to determine rate of old age cognitive dementia or Alzheimers.
I have to move from this room. What if I'm here for another 20 years and that neighbour lives for another 20 years? That would be just awful.
As God as my witness, I would sooner opt to be dead a thousand times over than to live in this room for another five years let alone for twenty years. I'll tell that to my landlord. That I'd much sooner be dead, a thousand times over with the very God as my witness than to be in this room for another five years.
I hope that God is merciful to me and grants me a massive whopping heart attack that I won't ever recover from rather than to force me to live in this room for another five years. Then after that, I'll finally be truly happy for the first time.
Vancouver has lots of rooming houses. A lot.
Not a lot of rooming houses in this town st all compared to Vancouver. This is a small town. Slim pickens. Selection suffers. Small town cheap.
Some ancient cultures, the ones that James G Frazier wrote about, believe in a demi-urge.
Not God and also not the devil, the demi-urge is the artistic albeit spiteful and mischievous craftsman who fashioned what is commonly referred to as the forces of life. These forces of life are responsible for returning another and worse for of energy to you when you're trying to generate a certain kind of good energy. The Freemasons also refer to this architect of life as Tubal-Cain.
If you want to know what's responsible for always unfailingly sending the most psychotic bonkers delinquent neighbours your way when you're trying to generate a certain salient energy for yourself, in my experience, every country in the World none excepted have the demi-urge which appears in the form of Murphy's Law in that There's always one more Son of a b*tch than you accounted for. Whatever can go wrong will go wrong.
That's why I feel that it's unreasonable for God to not give me an early reprieve.
I'm always generating a certain kind of energy and then getting, whoop, another and worse and delinquent forms of energy in return. No good deed goes unpunished. That's what the ohysics of this dimension are set to. I've come up with certain answers. I feel that I am entitled to an early reprieve from God.
God is being profoundly unreasonable with me in not granting me an early reprieve. I need to die of a quick and massive heart attack. As soon as possible would be nice. Or what about a sniper bullet from a high impact slug? I'd be bead before I knew what hit me. I'd be dead before I hit the ground. That would be like winning a $100 billion dollar lottery.
Cookies and cream center Queen Victoria levels of exquisite sweetness.
I've had quite a few Royal dreams. One day, I'm going to get out of here.
When. Do I have to be here for another five years, let alone twenty? No, really. I'd rather be dead.
When I hear about the afterlife from Seek Reality Online, living on this Earth dimension seems like a waste of time and is otherwise existentially counterproductive. I want to be in the afterlife.
I would experience the exquisite Spring morning in the 1920s and be living in the West End in a room as pristine as the room the lady in the movie UN Chien Andalou was in. She looked like she was living in the ultra rich Chancellor Boulevard in Vancouver.
Of course she wasn't. That movie was filmed in Spain. And West End Vancouver looks whatever if you haven't been anywhere else. The rich houses of New York, the Hamptons, the rich houses of England are on another level from whatever Vancouver has.
What an insufferable situation but it's kind of like sports. In most sports, the ball is in play or in the air for about less than ten minutes, if all the moments were spliced together. The rest of the time, it's talking heads, deliberating.
Same with my neighbour and his skanky methy women. I only hear them for less than ten if not five seconds a day all spliced together. As soon as I hear them, I plug my ears quickly as that kind of makes my stomach turn, it makes my skin crawl. I have to move to another room. I'd rather be dead than to stay in this room for another five years. It's the demi-urge if you believe in that bulls hit. Because at the end of the day, the demi urge's biggest problem to itself is itself.
Pastor Joel said that often, problems make the most noise just as they are about to leave. When Jesus healed people from demons, these demons screamed just as they were leaving.
My neighbour, when I first met him, he was two years older than I am now and he looked thirty years older than I do now let alone ten years ago. He is kind of decrepit. If he looked that old for that long, he might have some form of progeria which is like looking like one is 70 when they are 40. Kind of like death warmed over. He hasn't looked any older nor younger since then. Actually kind of older. More wrinkled and thinner. I keep telling him that he should do yoga. He does drugs instead. What zoner.
Life in the fast lane - ad absurdio.
Groan. Ugh, ghastly. Wretched. Do I have to endure this ordeal and have that awful energy cstaluzing with my thoughts, what, for the next twenty years? It's a long road that has not turning. I don't know if he'll be alive in twenty years. I know that I won't be. My odds of certainty that my body's battery will just run out and that I'll die st age 79 is near 100%. And that's from scientific knowledge. Let's face it, about 95% of people die at age 70 or before. That's a scientific fact. That's nearly 56 years of experience of mine speaking.
56 years of retarded, miscreants, low-rent, hard-scrabble, experience.
70. Then after that its 100 terabytes of broadband experience. A massive broadband upgrade from the 5G that I'm experiencing ncing now.
My neighbour won't know or care if I move out. He seems to be so drugged out these days. Even if I died, I doubt that he would much care, at this point.
After awhile, a town can just GET to ya. I'd rather be dead than to be in this room for another year, let alone for five years or twenty years.
I have to tell my landlord,
"I've been paying rent here for over ten years. And this is how I am rewarded, through being stuck in that room for another twenty years due to regulations like the grandfathered smoking clause which ends if a tenant moves to another room and in many cases a noticeable rent increase. I have to move bsck to Vancouver. It has a ton of rooming houses. Even though I'm on probation, I can have the file transferred, just like with welfare. I might have to wait until my probation is over before I move back to
Vancouver. I could stand staying in this hotel for another year but not in this too.
"He has one year left on his probation." Ya-Dang
I have one year left on my probation. In all likelihood, I'm better off dead. That God has kept me alive I feel is completely unreasonable der the circumstances. If God respected my wishes at all, He'd grant me an early reprieve. I'll be a lot happier for it. That's if I pass my life review in the afterlife. I should be able to.
A few people who live in my hotel don't know or don't care if they pass their life reviee in the afterlife and it certainly shows.
I should share my poetry with people. I'll tell them that I composed three poems that will always stay with me because they have sentimental value:
1.
Suicide baby,
That's the way to do it,
Get some heroin
And get down to it.
2.
F*cked in the head,
Everybody dead.
3.
Mother mother,
Demon lover.
I was thinking of standing at the podium and reading these poems, my poems, for the annual Catholic poetry contest st the Catholic Church.
What did you think of my poems? I'll bet Shakespeare wishes that he wrote that.
This is not mere doggerel of the truculent and indifferent masses, this is effervescent and even irridescent flowing fine poetry that will live on through the ages.
These are the palabric heights of poetic composition and iambic petameter.
Death before Disco.
Hopefully my landlord will let me move to another room. Otherwise, I'm going to have to move back to Vancouver.
Vancouver is way way more rock show than this town anyways. Vancouver has spectacular places to visit compared to this town. And in Vancouver you save massive if you get an annual pass.
I would get an annual pass to
- The Vancouver Aquarium
- The Vancouver Museum
- The Maritime Museum
- The Museum of Anthrooology
These places are the apex pinnacle of olsces to visit not only on this Earth but in the entire Universe. These olsces are number one stellar awesome, platinum, Sterling silver, Dom Perignon, 12 cylinder Ferrari Testsrossa, Lamborghini Galliardi levels of supreme optimal excellence.
Even thinking that I might get an annual pass to these excellent places is a light in this otherwise dark tunnel of small town morass and structural ineptitude especially regarding my miscreant thoughtless demon of a neighbour who won't be missed when or if I ever get out of here.
I'm a places over people kind of person.
I've lived in quite a few towns in my life and when I look back at all the people I left behind in other towns in previous lives, I ask myself "Do I miss them?" And the answer is, "Uh.... no."
No, I don't miss them at all.
"Toxic and won't be missed." Donald Trump
That's Trumps best poem. Better than anything he wrote in The Art of the Deal because that cuts to the central essence of what being a yuppie truly has exemplifies. That in your fit of sheer opulence and luxury, you still realize that the demi-urge can and will do a number on you through you generating a certain kind of cogent and salient energy and then having the forces of life generate another and worse kind of energy in return because as per the rotten setting of the ohysics of this dimension, No good deed goes unpunished. It's a ghastly wretched Satanic and very devious dimension. The sooner I'm rid of it, the better.
I would never ever do myself in because for sure, instinctively, one would feel that something like that would compromise their progress in the afteflife. It's not a good example to set. As ghastly as I think that oicareswue neighbour of mine is, I would never want that person to kill himself. I actually hope that he wins the lottery and moves into a house near Chip Wilson of Lululemon's house in Vancouver. A real rich posh neighbourhood like that.
Whenever you don't like someone, don't wish something bad for them.
"Watch your heart, Father." SCTV, It's A Wonderful Film, part 2
Instead, wish that they win the lottery and move to a better place. I wish that on the proviso that I sure won't miss them when they're gone. And that life is better without them.
The silver lining on the dark cloud is when the situation ends, I will feel a lot better on that particular day than if the situation never happened. But what if the situation never ends? My reptile brain, the make up stuff if you don't have the information part of the brain asks, "What if this never ends? What if I'm stuck in this room for the next twenty years? And that crazy neighbour is alive for the next twenty years as well?"
What if that neighbour never wins the lottery and moves into a rich neighbourhood?
Then theoretically, I'm better off dead.
What if this situation never ends? That freaks me out.
See, my dream is to live in a small tiny cottage with a small tiny yard enough for a garden of vegetables.
I would have neighbours but a reasonable distance away but a lot of neighbours.
Otherwise if I was living in a house in a remote olsces, sure it would be lots of peace and quiet, but for pretty much sure, eventually there would be a knock and there would be someone who wants to stay or have the intention of kill the house owner and take the house. Then you got to get all Louis L'Amour on them and pull out a shot gun and blast a hole in their body the size of a large pizza. Then get busted.
So to avoid all that, live in a well populated neighbourhood in a small tiny house all to myself with enough room to use a VR golf club.
I think I'll be stuck in this dim rancid grotto of a room for the next score years.
"Four score and twenty years ago."
The thought of that is repugnant, an anathema, and is abominable to me.
I hope that I won't be stuck in this room for life.
Any town, from the most unenviable backwater town to the most enviable rock star rock show of a city, there will always be edgy people, weird unwanted energy. Generate a certain kind of energy and get another and worse in return. I could see that happening in any town on the planet.
I'd like to quit life but only under one certain condition in that my departure must be God granted through a massive devastating heart attack.
Some people mysteriously died through spontaneous combustion. There has to be something supernatural, spiritual about that.
"I could not stop for death
So death kindly stopped for me."
"Life is spent on the wire. The rest is just waiting." Papa Wallenda
Monday, February 2, 2026
Today, I cleaned the sidewalk streets downtown, a couple of them, just parts of it as well and then that was it. A half day.
The physics of the afterlife compared to this one can be divided into subtractions and additions.
Subtractions
- No more fear of physical death. You got that over with! Whew!
- No pain, temperature sensitivity
- No more needing money
- No more needing to eat
- No more needing to sleep
- No more old age and illness
- Life without concrete.
Additions
- telepathy
- teleportation
- tme travel
- Not an incremental broadband upgrade. A massive broadband upgrade.
Life has to be lived when you're here. No wanting an early reprieve. A lifetime goes fast.
The days go slow but the years go fast but if you have VR, the days go pretty fast too.
A person always thinks that whatever strange situation they are now in will be forever. No situation is forever. Situations always change. Change is the only constant.
Tuesday, February 3, 2026
Endless Overtake VR. Like the old Android tablet race car games that I love with such similar eponymous titles such as Traffic Racer, Traffic Rider, Highway Racer, Highway Rider,
Best VR app ever. Rated 100 stars out of 10.
$11 plus tax. So what? Completely worth it.
It is therapeutic to drive a car along a highway.
This app is so good that it is personally rated as: A gift from God.
I got Moto Rider VR. Same as above but with motorcycle. Zero Glide is kinda like that and Retronika too. Moto Rider $4 plus tax. Not a huge expenditure. However I am watching my budget. I'm not rich. If I was, I'd be living in a richer place.
I got Retronika for free. Mysteriously. Usually, it's a $17 purchase. I've gotten a few apps for free, Mysteriously, such as Alex and the Jets.
I also mysteriously got Back to the Future pinball for free on Android tablet.
Retronika. I used to know of a Japanese lady named Rika. Rika can be thought of as an abbreviation of Retronika. That's why I got it for free. I'm keeping score.
Rika used to work as a manager and she held rank.
Lots of Japanese ladies are named Rika.
There is a VR app called 7 Lives. Narrative genre. Price: free.
At one point early in the story, the player has the vantage point of being in a hospital in Japan. All kinds of people show up speaking Japanese. Doctors, nurses, orderlies. The best thing to say under the circumstances is Rikaidekinai.
The Japanese language is composed to evenly timed syllables or beats akin to music called Mora. Reek ah ee de kin ie. Anyways, say that during the first few days that you are in Japan or if you are in the airport during a stopover and you should do fine.
In the dialect of Mandarin, it would be wor bue ming bah.
In German its, nicht verstehen.
Thailand Its, Mie kow Jie.
Polish, nie rozumiem. I did learn this a couple of years ago. I thought rozumiem meant either remember or forget.
I've learned quite a few languages over the years. Languages are a result of the ohysics of this dimension vs one where there is telepathy. This dimension has no telepathy, only inference and intuition. Using sounds spoken language is produced. Using written letters, pictographs, codices, whatever, written language emerges as a way to get around not being able to use telepathy but having to make oneself understood.
Without language, telepathy would have no meaning.
Without telepathy, language would have no understanding.
This dimension is a foundry which creates languages because it is necessary because of no telapthy.
Yesterday on Monday, February 2nd, I saw my grandfather in a dream. It was all very fast. I saw my parents, they were young and slight, oh, at the old house we lived in near Chinatown in 1975. Then I saw my grandfather sitting on a sofa with a window to his right. I walked towards him. It was good to see him. I heard he was dead, but I guess not because he was right there. I said to him in Chinese, "I have a chance to ask you something." He walked ahead walking with me. His face was old and leather but he was smiling. I saw his crooked lower teeth. I was going to ask him about if I was going to have to stay in this room with a somewhat insufferable situation for much longer. I didn't get a chance ask him the question.
I also notice that in the actual house, in the exact place, the stairs went downward although in the dream, there were the stairs in that same place but they were leading upward. Symbolic.
I didn't have to ask him the question. If my grandfather was there, he already read my mind! He walked with me as if to tell me that he will be walking with me for the next while.
In the dream, my stepmother hair was tied in a bun. I do remember seeing a photo of her in a photo album with her hair like that. This is the first ime aive remembered that photo in decades.
Also, my grandfather had a large brown bandage wrapped around his head like Jacob Marley from A Christmas Carol.
One more thing. My grandfather was about the age I am now when I was born. Ghosts love doing that.
Last week, I there were discarded parts of a vacuum cleaner. One of the items, if I can adequately describe it was a round circular plastic spider web with a few concentric rings of spokes like on a cart wheel.
In between two spokes in the very central ring layer, I custom fitted and taped the section of drinking straw cut to size that I use as a side stick for VR pilot apps. But not before filling in the gaps in the hole where the straw inserts with some cloth to make the connection snug. Then duct tape the entire thing down. So there is no movement. That feels so much like an airplane sidestick that it is scary. On the bottom of this I stick in a thumb tack and then duct tape it secure. That is the peg which the string grip of the VR hand grip attaches to.
Then I place my legs over this to hold it down. This feels so much like a real airplane sidestick that it's scary.
Also, I fold some tissue paper at the outsides of this circular plastic spider web from a vacuum cleaner. And duct tape that on there. This creates a much more comfortable steering wheel for Endless Overtake.
When I went to driving school, hands were advised to be at the 10 o clock and two o clock position on the steering wheel. This app is set up that the hands are on the Victorian 4 o clock and 8 o clock position on the steering wheel. This is the new school way.
There's more. The sidestick attachment becomes a steering column which is long enough to hold between the knees with the legs folded up. This attaches the steering column in place for that added realism. It feels so much like driving a real car that it's scary.
One more thing. For the motorcycle VR app, I use a bamboo back scratcher that I got in Chinatown here in town. That, if held right with both hands simultaneously holding the VR handgrips and its not rocket science, it's really not, is the motorcycle handle bars.
If I tape a section of chopstick on the thin edge parallel to the flat edge and not vice versa, that is the steering column which again, held between the knees of legs folded up should add an additional feeling of realism that is tactile and palpable for the motorcycle VR app.
Wrong!!! The motorcycle handlebar works in a forward backward level push pull motion to steer, not an up and down see saw motion. Back to the drawing board.
However, still use the back scratcher which is better than not using it at all for some sensation of realism.
Actually, when I wrote not vice versa. Actually, do it the vice versa way. A segment of chopstick or entire chopstick, who cares taped to one end, the end that does not face the back for when I need to use the back scratcher again for its original intended use and that should do it. Realism with Jerry rigged VR accoutrements 101.
This steering structure of the motorcycle is different than
1. The steering wheel of a car
2. The yoke of an airplane
3. The sidestick of an airplane
4. The VTOL lever and the sidestick and throttle three part configuration of the helicopter.
And each of these are different from all the others. The thing is, I've done them all. In virtual reality. I onky drove a car and tried a motorcycle in real life.
I've never flown any planes or helicopters ever which shouldn't be too surprising.
I didn't pay any money for this, apart from the back scratcher which I got for $3.99 or thereabouts. Not expensive.
It would be a challenge for anyone to find a plastic spiderweb from a vacuum cleaner.
MacGuyver or what?!
I'm not that technical. I don't know the actual name of the round plastic spider we from a vacuum cleaner.
None of this is rocket science. It's low grade tech. Jerry rigging. MacGuyvering. The Red Green Show, duct tape.
With this VR gadget, it really feels like I'm driving a car. The best is to put on some favorite music and just do it. Or put on the News. News radio, work commute. Why not?
Tip: If I can do this, you can do this too.
President Bill Clinton and Hillary Clinton agree to testify in the Epstein trial. Trump is probably worried. Bill Clinton could say,
"I don't know about myself and Epstein but I sure saw Trump talking with Epstein there a lot of times."
That would be incriminating testimony from a former Head of State.
This reality show is about to get more intense.
Wednesday, February 4, 2026
I wasn't going to mention this but I got Highway Racer for $7.83.
I regretted it. The graphics were awful. The gameplay was less than satisfactory and the cars looked rather wretched, worse than some of the airplanes on Simple Planes VR.
I want able to get a refund at first. But a few hours lsrer, I tried again and most likely got the refund. I'm on a budget. Penny wise, pound foolish.
I can see other times in my life when I'm paying over $10 just in tips. I go through periods of mostly poverty with a few periods of petit level wealth. Think $5,000 which would be about the extent of it. But not too many times.
When I see another $5,000 windfall again, I will travel to Sidney BC and Vancouver too because those places are heavenly. UBC is so heavenly to me that it is a white searing level of intensity of heavenly vibes. The last time I went to UBC and left, I wept softly and promised I'd visit again and that I love UBC forever. It is heaven.
This morning I woke up and saw it was 3:33. Sometimes I wake up and look and see what time it is and I see interesting numbers. More often than not, it's 1:11. A Royal ghost is haunting me, majorly. I see that so many times a day. I get more than my fair share of turning on the Android tablet to play an app and the time is 1:11. That happened quite a few times.
Not to get specific at all because it wouldn't be appropriate, Trump has some uh, gastro intestinal issues. It happened quite a few times.
The problem is worse than Canadian News would even mention.
Apparently this has been going on since he was the host of The Apprentice.
Donald Trump, likes to eat a sandwich made with Big Mac, a filet of fish thrown in with French fries. All in one sandwich which is a creation of a gourmet genius. That's at least a Michelin one star. He's a zoner.
And he likes speed namely Adderall which loosens the uh, duodenum and jujenum.
Opiates cause a person to be constipated, the opposite effect.
This problem is still preventable. Trump must change his diet to either exclislusively Chinese, East Indian, Japanese, or European diet. Stop eating so much deep fried food.
Eat salads.
More starch and carbohydrates. Bread is the staff of life.
Bran muffin. Fiber.
And do 20 minutes of yoga 365 days a year. Do a few Ashtangas. But do it every day. It works but has to be done every day. The results will definitely be noticed in two months.
Bill Clinton was known for jogging all the time. He even went on a jog in Stanley Park when he visited Vancouver.
Trump could, it's up to him, try to go on an exercise regimen. Hire a personal trainer. He was a yuppie in the 80s. Yuppies are into health and fitness.
At the White House Christmas dinner, Trump sat at a table alone. Others were talking with other people. Perhaps they were worried about his health issue reoccurring.
I've known about Donald Trump, The Art of the Deal, since the 80s and I really do wish the best for him.
Would Trump ever consider doing Zen meditation for even five to ten minutes every day.
Some Heads of State do practice mediation and yoga.
Thursday, February 5, 2026
When Trump went to Thailand, he was given a crown. The Thais were mocking him but he didn't get that.
When Fifa gsve Trump the Peace prize, they were mocking him, but he didn't get that.
When Maria Machado gave Trump the Nobel Prize that she won, she was mocking him, but he didn't get that. That was a faux pas. To accept someone else's Nobel Prize for yourself is worse than asking back a gift that you gave to someone.
This is the man who calls out PM Governor and talks about invading Greenland and making Canada the 51st State.
Trump has a point. California has 58 million people. Canada has 45 million people. If someone preising over 58 million people can be a Governor, I suppose so could someone who presides over 45 million people.
Trump talks about controlling lands on other continents when he couldn't control his own continence.
The 51st State is like the 19th hole. I hope it isn't a death omen.
When you worry about someone because of something they did or said to you, ask
1. What they do others.
2. What they do to themselves.
Trump insults Canada and the Canadian PM but he's the same guy who takes Nobel Prizes that another person won is quite petty. I thought Trump was a yuppie. A yuppie would never do that because a yuppie is also a Lord of Discipline. And Honor.
Well, it just goes to show, just when you thought you knew someone.
And what Trump does to himself. Knowingly seeing the effects of fast food and certain pharmaceutical habits on himself and doubling down anyways rather than stepping back and thinking, perhaps I should quit this because of what it's doing to my health. All things in moderation.
A person insults, strangely, the same percentage of people they meet as the percentage of time that they insult themselves when they are at home. If a person insults 50% of the people they meet, they must be insulting themselves 50% of the time, but they often don't realize it because it became internalized, normalized and sublimated. "Oh, I never do that right. I must be f*cked to even think that. I probably have brain damage like Emily Carr thought she once had, but didn't. Oh well, f*cked in the head, everybody desd. That's one of the best poems I've ever written. I fear the future. To quote Saturday Night Live, "No Tony, you can't f@ck the future, the future f@cks you! It f@cks you if ain't planned for it and aren't prepared for it." I worry about the future and growing old. J must be retarded."
And so on.
Trump can dish it out, but he can't take it. He threatens to sue people who insult him, yet he insults people on an industrial level calling them pathetic losers. Heck, Trump even refers to inanimate objects as losers. He called windmills losers.
On the Rainy Bridge level of Endless Overtake VR, there are windmills. I see these windmills and think, "That's what Trump refers to as losers."
I've cleaned a few places.
I cleaned a Coffeeshop area. I saw two Police Officers. This reminded me of myself as last night I was able to get the Police car on Endless Overtake.
A VR app that Unreal Engine needs to develop is a history of Police cars.
First, the Police car with the red light on top referred to as cherry tops.
Then the Crown Victoria huge gas guzzlers of the 70s and 80s. Those engines were huge and could deliver. The large size of the engine also provided a good crumple zone.
Then the Dodge charger which incidentally on Endless Overtake, there is a Dodge Charger which is exactly like the Police car but without all the Constabulary bells and whistles.
Do a prototype futuristic Police car, the human sized drone. PAV. Private Aerial Vehicle.
What the heck. Throw stuff at the wall and see what sticks.
The Police car app could have two objectives.
1. Find the suspect car and hit the back of that suspect car on either the port or starboard side. This takes timing.
2. Find the location of the target location. However this is what a taxi driver or Über driver also does.
Then I cleaned an area at the Royal hotel.
After that, I cleaned an area across the street from the Courthouse. That area hadn't been cleaned in a long time if ever. It had a visiting a swamp kind of vibe. I cleaned the sidewalks. Now it looks like a European plaza. That's the ideal the reality is that it is a neighbourhood in Canada, not Europe.
I found some cheese on the street today. It was clean and sealed. Truffle flavour cream cheese. How exquisite is that?
I think that I might be retarded. Fear of the future either makes a person a retard or else means that a person is already a retard. Either way I lose. Perhaps I'm retarded. Oh well. Me and millions of others.
Friday, January 6, 2026
Tsking the day off today.
Yesterday, I worked strenuously and had only one meal.
Today I felt exhausted.
This morning I played VR drums over my headset loudspeaker rather than with earbuds. It isn't loud at all. But slightly loud.
I wonder if anyone knows that I play the drums.
My drumming got better. I learned finally how to do rolling triplets.
My drum style is West coast fusion. Fusion between jazz and rock. Allan Holdsworth. Letters of Marquee. That song reminds me of Fisherman's Wharf.
Playing the drums to that song is like fighting through a battle. All kinds of imorovs, rolling triplets, rhythms structured to the music.
Letters of Marquee. Good song. Great drum along song. However it just occurred to me. What does the title mean? Marquee who? Not to get too specific, the Marquee de S & M? Hopefully not. Marquee is a title. Lots of people in France had that title.
The News talks about Trump a lot.
- Trump posts racist video about the Obamas. The Police are held to a higher standard.
Some Police Officers got fired over racist posts made on either social media or in departmental intercommunications.
Members of the judicial branch are held to a higher standard than the Executive branch, in this case.
- Trump won't stop tweeting about losing the 2020 election.
Some people have weird obsessions. I heard a story on YouTube yesterday which should help.
A man in a village is gripping onto a lamp post with both hands. He says that the lamp post has him in its grip and won't let him go. The villagers were laughing at him.
With pretty much all problems, it's not that the problem is gripping you and won't let you go, it's usually you who's gripping the problem and won't let go all the whole thinking that it's the other way around.
Sunday, February 8, 2026
Red Tails.
George Lucas. World War 2 airplanes. Cinematography smoking.
I got it on sale with discount for $3.85 including tax which is a hellcat of a deal.
It goes to show that in the United States, a person of any Nationality could be a world war 2 pilot. Curtiss P-40 Warhawk. Vought F-4U Corsair. Mark 5 Spitfire. Major. Hellcat.
I fly the jet plane pretty good. When I miss a target, I fly slightly past it and go up as I start to turn, I shut off the engine completely. The plane goes into freefall. Then as the plane just starts to face downward as it is falling under its own weight, I immediately fire up the jets again. It works. I stalled and crashed only once doing this. I had to refine the technique. I learned this from the movie Sisu 2. The German pilots were doing that with their Schwalbes.
I wonder if I could ever be a pilot. I doubt it.
It costs $80,000 for pilot school and that's only flying a Cessna which is underwhelming. I need to fly a Lockheed P-80. I also need to fly an F-86 Sabre. I doubt I'd ever get a chnsce to except in VR.
I wouldn't pay $80,000 just to fly a Cessna. I need to fly a military jet.
World War One planes are Crap. No retractable landing wheels. No flaps. No speed brake. Awful. Just awful. Wretched.
The is a new aviation app. $20 plus tax. Too pricey I won't get it. It's called Aviation something something. I don't remember. Virtual Aerial Flight Manouevers or something like that.
Pros. It boasts high fidelity. Hd and fast frame rate. 3 modern era jets. F-18, F-14, etc. Has free flight mode.
Teaches you aerial maneuvers. Has 3-D external point of view replay.
Disdvantages. Terrain looks awful. Worse than Dawn of Jets. Planes look worse than Dawn of Jets. Sidestick is to the right and never in the center like with other VR apps but I suppose that is structurally realistic. I never flown with a Sidestick to the right only in the center.
Price $20?! Who do I look like, Elon Musk? I seriously doubt it. My pocketbook is extremely shallow. No deep pocketbook with me.
Everyone in reviews said that the dog fights are difficult. The Ai enemies are very difficult to get. One experienced pilot in reviews said it was easy. I would say, don't take a shot until you are directly behind the target. Don't attempt to hit the enemy plane when it is flying from side to side. Even with getting a bead on it, it's fricking difficult. Get directly behind the enemy target.
Check it out. What do you think?
Sidney BC is a very heavenly town. Heavenly vibes. Really.
Sidney is an aviation town.
My favorite bands to play drums to are
- Jean Luc Ponty
- Allan Holdsworth
Jean Luc Ponty. The drums are incredible. Once you get into the rhythm, it's like the drums play themselves. The one thing to learn with playing jazz-rock fusion is rolling triplets. Get ready to improvise. But never be random or arbitrary. Play along with the music. The guitar and bass and singer should tell you what to do. But the drummer has to be the metronome. Don't rely on the bass and guitar and singer to do that. So try not to rush or drag. Do complex and confounding syncopation, off beats, ghost notes. Really lean into it.
I wonder how loud the meta quest goggles speaker is. I out it on full blast and played the drums. It sounds as loud as a somewhat loud transistor radio with a trace of bass.
If my neighbours heard me, I mean I was like Animal on the muppets.
I have a bongo drum included in the drum set. That bongo drum has a sound for some ethereal reason really accentuates Sunday vibes.
A rolling triplet is when the left hand hits beats at a certain pace and the right hand hits beats twice as fast. A really fast one is a rolling quadruplet. That is when the left hand also hits beats as fast as the right hand in a rolling triplet, except it's a rolling quadruplet.
Every once in a while, a jazz song demands a good fast rolling quadruplet. And don't forget to intersperse with hitting the crash cymbals while doing a rolling quadruplet.
I hadn't played on a drum set in years but I've thought of playing the drums every day.
First of all when life paints me in a corner where I'm on welfare and living in rooming houses. Drum set, rooming house, wrong. The walls in rooming houses aren't soundproof. People can hear a drumset for sure. Look what happened to Eddie Murphy when he got the drum set on Mr Robinson's Neighbourhood. Not good.
That's why I never got a drum set.
Seriously, what drum set would I opt for?
I would want a set of yellow TAMA drums or else Sonor.
I would need a mixture of Paiste and Zildjian cymbals.
Thsts it. Either a yellow drum set or a red one. Whatever's available.
I wouldn't go for blue or black as a drum set. I mean, really.
Orange would be my third choice of color for drum set and it has to be anointed glossy. Not dull matte.
I want one of my cymbals to have huge pockmarks because something that that is mysterious and ethereal. Some symbols have pockmarks which I think is genius. I do like the traditional grooved symbols. Grooved like a record.
My drum set would need
- one snare drum and stand, duh, of course
- one bass drum
- one small bongo drum,
- two Tom Tom drums,
- one floor Tom
- three crash cymbals of different sizes,
- a ride cymbal
- high-hat cymbals
Holy smokes, why not half of Macy's while you're at it, I mean, holy smokes, that's a lot of stuff.
What I don't need for my drum set.
- 16 Tom Toms like I seen some drummers have. Holy smokes, what are they playing for an orchestra?
- three or four f*cking bass, drums. Even two bass drums. I mean what is this, a drum set or a haberdashery?
I developed a sore wrist. Right wrist while playing VR drums.
Tips.
- Don't "power through". Stop.
- Rest for as long as possible.
- Wear a tensor bandage.
- try the Moelle's method which is to use the arms rather than wrists and to let the drumstick bounce rather than using the wrist. No, that doesn't work in VR. Oh well.
- try a muscle relaxant like methcarbamol or else an NSAID like aspirin, ibuprofen, Tylenol.
"Beer is a muscle relaxant." Hitch-hikers Guide to the Universe.
Hopefully, I don't develop some weird health problem. Because of this namely carpal tunnel symdrome and complete lacerations of the wrist muscle through long term use.
The radial and ulnar connective cruciated ligament. I don't know. I'm not a doctor.
I think I have a wrist bandage somewhere that I found in the laundry room a few years ago. Somewhere.
Sunday, February 8, 2026
UKAHT, VR
Narrative adventure. Antarctica. Free.
Mind blowing. Best app I've seen in a long time if ever.
I went to the Royal BC Museum.
New exhibits. Wildlife photography. Very nice.
I went to see Butterflies narrated by Daisy Ridley.
The IMX theatre reminded me of VR so much that for the first few minutes, I was convinced that I had on my VR goggles sitting in my room and that I wasn't really at the IMAX theatre. After the movie is over, a person gets to walk out of the theatre. VR doesn't do that.
I set the lighting to dim lighting in the VR movie theatre. The real actual IMAX theatre, I noticed, sets the lighting down to zero.
The screen is big. It feels strange being in a real movie theatre rather than a VR movie theatre. Like a reverse culture shock.
Then I went to ask about the new VR AR exhibit.
There is a circular room. People put on VR goggles, been there, done that, and see a VR AR movie about killer whales aka orcinus orca.
The way it works is that it's a 15 minute narrative genre VR trip which starts at pre set times. A person must set up a reservation. I tried to set up a reservation and the earliest reservation was one hour away. I have an annual pass so I'll go back early one morning.
I already have VR goggles. I have hundreds of VR apps downloaded from the app store. One more app, one less app, what's the difference unless it's a desert island app.
I could have gotten popcorn but it's pricey but it would have been premium popcorn with melted butter.
The Monarch butterfly is poisonous to eat. So much so that another species called the Viceroy butterfly, a false Monarch butterfly which looks like the Monarch bitterly as a defense.
The Monarch butterfly eats the milkweed. This plant is poisonous to all animals except the Monarch. You see the connection....
There are ten species of butterflies to every other species of any other animal and scientists have even then only discovered half the species.
When you see the bizarre, outlandish, science fiction, almost alien, essentially limitless permutations, forms, morphologies of caterpillar species and their coloration, forget humans, God is still the supreme fashion designer of all the animals. It is really incredible. And that's just caterpillars let alone all interesting looking ocean species of animals and plants too.
Monday, February 9, 2026
The Epstein files is like a social pandemic for the rich.
Carney is mentioned in the Epstein files.* However, CBC fact check said that Carney was only mentioned on Newsletters as Governor of the Bank of England. Carney once hosted a luncheon in which Epstein was one of the guests but did not show up. Things like that. He was never connected or associated with Epstein. His wife's sister went to high school with Ghislaine Maxwell. Strange six degrees of separation.
"Politics makes strange bedfellows of us all." Shakespeare
Nothing to see here.
Starmer is in the Epstein files.* Starmer hired an ambassador, Peter Mendelson who was associated with Epstein to whatever degree. Starmer himself was not associated with Epstein.
Melania was trafficked and then became a trafficker.* She's in the Epstein files too.
Epstein is mentioned in the Trump files.*
Was there like a Skytrain to that infamous island of Capri? It seems a lot of people went there.
*source: different YouTube comments. ibid.
Sky Legends VR. Much waited for.
Artemis 2 is going to fly past the moon.
It isn't even one orbit like the command module did. It's just a flyover.
Engineers then had actual orbital mechanics and Delta V in their heads. Today's engineers don't have that knowledge and rely on computers.
The 2 pilots. What degrees do they have?
Apollo astronauts had advanced degrees and astronaut degrees not to mention the test school thesis they had to write. Here kitty kitty.*
*source: all YouTube comments.
My Valentine poem. 2026.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Oh Beebs, oh Beebs, oh Beebs,
I just can't make it without you.
Grief is a slow, sharp, searing pain in the heart that just never ever goes away. I think I'll be in grief for life.
The only cure is to be in the afterlife with Beebs.
What about the baby?
AI answer: In Walkabout Mini Golf, "the baby" most likely refers to Toby the plant in the Labyrinth course. Known as "the babe with the power".
I guess that answers my question.
Herbessa was my baby. What about the baby?
Poem, adapted from Aldous Huxley's Ape and Essence:
Amelia needs a meal,
But Amanda needs a man,
And a Beth needs meth.
One of neighbours has that meth lady visit quite often. I thought hookers only visited once ot twice. I never heard of one to visit all the time.
That the name of the drug rhymes with the word 'death' ought to be a clue.
William Burroughs wrote that in every junkies eyes, he saw the setting sun.
I hope that my friend doesn't die from meth however similar to Trump, I think that there is some chance that he could die within the year.
I've seen at least one meth hookers at the Church. Do not make eye contact or give any hint that you might be a taker. Only bad can happen.
Murphy's Law says, Never play cards with a man named Doc and never date a woman with worse problems or worse drug problems than you have.
Talk about trading one set of worries for a worse set of worries. What a train wreck.
Meth head or not, I wish the ladies at the Church well. Jesus taught to love your neighbours. It's this dimension that grinds people down. In the afterlife, they would be wise benign sagely spirits like Joe the Tramp in the movie Polar Express. Since I'm on welfare, I might be a benign tramp in the afterlife too. Riding the Polar Express.
Meth heads have a meth aura which to some people is enticing. Not me. Meth hookers have never been any kind of priority. At all.
I hope my neighbour is always well but I don't know what to expect, exactly.
"I speak of my hopes and not my expections." Sherlock Holmes
The final death store is if he starts doing heroin to cut out the BS of the coming down off meth. The crash. It would be awful. Opiates usually help and then he'd be addicted to opiates and with the strong possibility of fentanyl being thrown into the mix.
On the island, it's generally smoking although there are a few hardcore mainliners.
On the mainland, it's a level more hard core. Needles. Jug hits at five in the morning, new school speedball, meth and fentanyl, breakfast of champions.
In the States, a woman got kidnapped. Nancy Guthrie.
"You can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant." Arlo Guthrie
The kidnappers know the score. As long as the victim is alive, the ball is in their court. If she's dead, the ball quickly shifts more into the Police's court. Charges are elevated with expected increased penalties. In the Stares they have the death penalty. They don't f*ck around.
Death penalty, in Cantonese: say ying.
A dead body is still somewhat of a bargaining chip but not as much as a living person.
It's about leverage. Often, you can get a certain amount of power when the other person wants something a lot more than you do.
What about the baby?
In this case, "the baby" most likely refers to the Lindbergh baby. A famous case in American history when the baby of the pilot who flew across the Atlantic for the first time ever was abducted and murdered. Bruno Hauptmann was the kidnapper. He got the death penalty. Let's hope that this case doesn't have as dire an outcome.
This makes me wonder about psychics. A psychic could ask the spirits. How good is the psychic? That no psychics solved the case makes me wonder if psychics are a scam or not. Perhaps a psychic could visit the family of the woman who was abducted.
There is no outcome which does not involve the kidnappers looking over their shoulders for the rest of their life. The best outcome is if they release her, ask for no money and turn themselves in. That would involve the lightest sentence, although still a formidable sentence. Anything else, return her alive, get the ransom money. The Police will be hunting them down for life. And if she dies, even more so with the death penalty then in the cards. Kidnappers set up a chain of events that in a game of chess against the Police, the kidnappers will be checkmate. Never the Police.
The Police play chess but also the game of goh. Surround. That's guerilla warfare tactics.
The physics of this dimension are edgy indeed and worry inducing. I hope to make it to the afterlife and pass my life review.
Those who have had near death experiences say
1. You are unconditionally loved.
2. All is happening as it should. Everything is happening according to schedule.
3. Everything will be OK. Ça va bien aller. - This is also from Vancouver street signs.
Trump blocks opening of Gordie Howe bridge. Who would have something against Gordie Howe?
King of the jungle indeed.
Trump is a throwback to the Royal Courts of old when the king would preside over matters of national importance like a trade deal involving a few hundred bushels of grains for a few dozen tankards of wine or of imminent military incursions from neighbouring Nations and then afterwards to micromanage, slumming and hear a case involving two farmers ateemoting a trade involving 2 horses and 9 sheep with one side asking for one more horse so it could be three horses for each sheep and the other side asking for one more sheep so it could be five sheep for each horse.
First it's stopping multinational wars overseas and then it's the Gordie Howe bridge. That's quite diletantte and petty for a POTUS.
Tuesday, February 10, 2026
Trump and his tariffs. Clue, it's the American consumer that has to pay for Trumps tariffs on Canadian goods. If Canada launches reciprocal counter tariffs on American goods, it's Canadians that have to pay that tariff. That's the definition of tariff.
It is actually a trickle UP theory while the upper classes are slowly getting rich off the poor.
I can't wait until I leave this life. After hearing about how good the afterlife is from Seek Reality Online, it's like an expat hearing about another country that's so much better than this one and that expat can't wait to move there.
After hearing about how great the afterlife is, life in this dimension seems counterefficient and a waste of time. I'm just going through the motions. The setting of the physics of this dimension create a set of physics have over the course of millenia created certain weird cultures certain unwanted and politics. Strange cultures.
And also the weaponization and politicization of the physics of the dimension is something I am eager to see the last of.
I love Heather more than life itself. I would gladly give up this life to be with her in the afterlife, but as if that wasn't good enough because it's a package deal, I also get the much better lore exquisite physics of that dimension.
The days go really slow but the years go really fast. I think I'll be around for another 14 years. Then I'll be 70. I believe that the vast majority go at three score and ten years of age. After that, I'll be with heavenly Heather in the afterlife.
"Where oh where can my baby be?
The good Lord took her away from me
She's gone to heaven so I got to be good
So I can see my baby when I leave this world."
Old song. I don't know who sings it.
This is my only reason for living. Loving Beebs.
Loving, loving, loving Beebs.
I love her more than I love life itself.
However I never did like life all that much to begin with because I've always somewhat resented the inefficiencies and imperfections and downright delinquent dysfunctionalities in the vicissitudes of life.
Again, I love Heather more than life itself.
Sometimes a person goes through weird energy angles in the form of anger, envy, lust, obsession, etc and then they have to do some soul searching. Is it really about the soul or is it about the physics of this dimension which isn't the same thing as the soul at all.
Often, the fantasy is better than the reality.
There is the ideal and then there is the reality.
Just when you thought you knew someone... Whew!
And most of all, don't ever lose that imagination!
Lord of the Rings is about the spirit of adventure. The path leading from your house if followed far enough will lead to an adventure.
Not all who wander are lost.
I don't know if I'll ever go on an adventure again.
I don't worry about anyone's opinion of me in this town. What if in a few months, I'm living in another town or perhaps I even die? Would their opinion of me be as important if I knew that was going to happen for a fact?
Seek Reality Online, Swedenborg Institute, Matt Fraser, Allen Kardec, psychics in general, they say things that resonate with things I have observed in observing my dreams for quite a few years.
After awhile, certain patterns show up again and again.
The Hope Paranormal EVP voice box of an EVP session with Catherine O Hara.
HP: Did you have a reunion with John Candy?
COH: He is beside me.
HP: Did you see your old friends and relatives again?
COH: party
Cuba is going through very difficult times. There is almost no oil or gasoline in Cuba. No tourism either.
The wrath of the Trump administration has dealt a heavy hand in the form of an oil embargo to Cuba. Cuba used to get oil from Venezuela.
The band Psychic Mirrors are of Cuban origin. They are geniuses.
I hope that the Cubans are able to power through this crisis. Like all people of all Nationalities, Cubans are very resourceful people.
At one time, Cuba existed without any electricity, gasoline, but that was back in the 1800s and many skills have been lost.
Cuba seems to be a place that lives off of fishing. A Cuban sea bass, a fire, fish roasted until its golden brown and caramelized at the edges, add some butter, black pepper, and squeeze any citrus on top.
Skateboard, scooter, bicycle, cart with horse or donkey, are all non gasoline based transportation options. Schön Schüsse!
Venezuela might try to send oil to Cuba on boats of different sizes but whatever size the boat, the US takes the time and is thoughtful enough to preemptorially bomb these boats, these courier de bois of the Caribbean, presuming them to be drug boats.
Hallmark. When you care enough to send the very best.
Shoot first. Ask questions later.
Again, the setting of the physics of this dimension and the politicization and weaponization of it can do a real number on anyone. It's worse if someone can't imagine let alone know of or don't believe in another dimension where the physics are way better.
Russia could help with goods and supplies but let's face it, Russia to Cuba is a hell of a commute. The distances involved.
Emily Carr. And me possibly having some mild brain damage.
I have to learn to do a backflip and forward flip to the point of works every time and while holding a lightsaber in each hand. Then I will be a Jedi. I have to try different approaches. Tweaks. One day, I'll just get it. I wish I had gotten it years ago.
I read an online article when I googled fear of Trump.
The article was about ten ways to cope with Trump Administration anxiety. One of the ways was to not self censor. When I write on this blog, I wonder if some of the things I say are crazy as my aim is to be 100% sane. Complete and perfect sanity is my objective.
The objective is not perfection. The objective is to be, well, you know, whatever.
Jesus was 100% sane when he was on the Earth, but how many people could get to that level?
Rosemead is available online and if you know where to look2, then you can see the movie for free.
Rosemead is a Chinese American chick flick about a mother dying of cancer who has a son whom she sees is turning into Charles Manson. She then takes matters in her own own hands and leads her demented son to a motel and shoots and kills him.
She gets busted etc. Then later dies of cancer.
I'm quite excited actually. The only thing better is if I could be with Beebs in heaven.
Before watching this, in the words from Fawlty Towers, televisual feast, im worried that the movie will be too scary, depressing, or anxiety inducing if not panic attack inducing like the Emma Stone liver on the floor scene in the movie Kinds of Kindness. The panic attack I got when I saw that body horror trope, was through the roof! It is a Police story which should give you an idea of the sheer cocaine come down levels of the clinical and edgy and scary things that the Police sometimes see on the job.
The Police are very Byzantine and Machiavellian.
In Tumbler Ridge BC, a female shooter at a high school killed 6 updated to 9, and the shooter herself was dispatched by her own pernicious lethal hand. Satanic.
Charles Tex Watson. Texas bell tower. Annie Oakley. Calamity Jane.
Score:
Shooter - 10 including himself
RCMP - 1, the Mounties got their woman.
Result: The decision and victory goes to the RCMP.
"Titus the helpful padlock." Rage, Stephen King
10 down for the count plus 25 injuries. The RCMP would not confirm type of weapon used. I'm thinking machine gun. A machine gun could do 10 and injure 25 with an extended squeeze of the trigger. A clip only holds 6 to 9 bullets. The shooter would have to reload meanwhile worrying about students and teachers throwing chairs at him, driving a pencil or a ruler through his neck or ribcage.
7 dead at school. 2 dead elsewhere. The 2 dead elsewhere were people he killed on the way to the school, hors d'oeuvres.
On the way to Dawson Creek going North, on the highway, a person will drive past Tumbler Ridge for sure.
Tumbler Ridge is known for Dinosaur Park. It is a tourist attraction that brings in many travelers to the region.
Did dinosaurs exist at the same time as humans? As the Tumbler Ridge Twitter account asked followers. My answer was "Yes."
The people of Tumbler Ridge are very resilient. Tumbler Ridge Strong!
They have Dinosaur Park and that will help them get through the tough times.
Tumbler Ridge, you are not alone. Enough people in BC and Alberta are very concerned right now.
Bonkers, as the British would say. Right bonkers, yeah?!
F*cking freak-show.
Given the number of the dead and of those injured, the tally eerily, well, let's say that Tumbler Ridge just had their own Lapu Lapu day.
What happened was that later this century, time machines that work get developed. A century later, these time machines got upgraded where they have enough electricity to travel back to the dinosaur days.
It would require electricity to the level of where Willem Dafoe said in Poor Things, "Nothing is happening between us. To get any kind of arousal from me would require the amount of electricity equivalent to that required to power all of Northern London."
Somehow they were able to conjure up all that electricity which would require 7 Site C dams. A settlement of humans went back there and then decided that they liked it so much that they decided to stay.
There was a television movie in the 70s that had that premise.
For everything I remember, I forgot about a thousand things. That ratio of things remembered to things forgotten is 1:1,000.
That's why I would answer yes to the question that the Tumbler Ridge dinosaur park asks.
Trump is mentioned in the Epstein files as much as whips and chains is mentioned in Fifty Shades of Grey.
Prince Philandererew has been put on point as King Charles agrees to advance any Police investigation especially about that picture. Was she drugged or worse?
Prince Andrew could complain that it's all a witch hunt. He could say,
"Look, empirically speaking, at different times in history, different issues would come up and be identified as illegal. Issues du jour. At one time, being Jewish was illegal in Germany, at times in history being a queer was illegal but in many countries, there is now legalized gay weddings. In Canada, a law calléd Bill A-15 made it illegal for anyone to be queer and work for the civil service and employees were encouraged to expose any queer working in their ranks. Nowadays it's don't ask don't tell, you can't handle the truth. Or perhaps you can or else just don't care. Live and let live. To you your business, to me my business.
"OT sounds like you're not getting very much business." The Breakfast Club
At one time, John Sinclair was sentenced to a few years in prison just for the possession of a cannabis roach. Now the government is making tax revenue off of cannabis sales. Regulated cannabis. Edibles aren't to exceed a certain amount of THC and CBD. Now it's sexual indiscretion that is the mainstay of Court games.
It was twisted at one time. The movie Taxi Driver delves into the topic of trafficking minors which was going on at the time. It's awful but there wasn't the witch hunt atmosphere going on.
The wealthy and privileged and sadly often the not nearly as wealthy and privileged get into let's say awful things. Awful. And again, no witch hunt.
Although even then, there were Court cases from time to time. Strangely, the age of consent differed in different places and times throughout history. Crazy, unfortunate, but true.
In previous generations, women were generally thought of barefoot and pregnant.
Its a form of ableism. A certain woke female demographic resent it that men can go off to Southeast Asia and score with lots of women effortlessly. They envy and resent Asia.
A man can score with more Asian women in a few years in Southeast Asia than most men will in their whole life in the West. The West is somewhat more matriarchal and when men don't really need the West and go overseas that creates a certain loss of power. The premise being that a man who is lucky is even more of a winner than a woman who is lucky as a man who doesn't score is supposedly more of a loser than a woman who doesn't score. It's connected. It's a double edged sword.
"A man who wins does not feel the win as much as a loser feels the loss." Ian Fleming
Trump used to work for Roy Cohn who used to work for tailgunner Joe McCarthy who was into instigating a witchhunt against suspected Communists. Now Trump is starting a witch hunt against Somalians. Why? Somalians seem like a fun loving happy go lucky people. Some are probably very talented musicians.
One day, this witch hunt will be over as people become culturally desensitized in some way to it and there will no doubt be other witch hunts revolving around certain issues in the future.
Fooling around with the underage will always be illegal but with no witch hunt just as there are hundreds of illegal crimes now with no witch hunt attached to it, yet, lol.
Anyways, this witch hunt is on and I'm one of the witches. My lawyer will contact you."
This is a trap of rank. If a Prince can be implicated in this business, a Prince is on equal or higher rank than a US President, then a US President could certainly be placed under some kind of judicial stricture. However a Crown Prince or Princess let alone a Monarch certainly outrank a US President. A US President is only installed for four years. A Monarch is there for life.
The dragnet is closing in on Trump.
Again, the physics of this dimension can do a number on anyone.
