Tuesday, October 21, 2014

I Want More Happy Fathers and Partners in My Life…

asus-ve278hNo, this is not purely wanton and escapist capitalism.  They say money can’t buy you happiness, but it sure makes travelling the road of life much more fun. 

Dad was in a super jubilant mood tonight.  He was very upbeat and it was contagious. I got in the mood very quickly as well.  Even the Mag-dawg was joyous for my father’s arrival more so than usual. Maggie spent the whole time vying for my father’s and my attention. She finally settled on me as I was the only one giving out leg buckling back scratches. Maggie can get so enraptured in ecstasy that she collapses to the floor with an especially good scratch.

“Let me give you a big hug,” my father said to Lori who is still here tonight. “It is good to see you!”

“If you wanted to buy a computer part today, what would it be?”  my father asked frivolously as we sat on the couch and took my nightly crazy meds.

“I wanted to possibly get a $300 27-inch monitor for my blogging and writing computer amongst the other things I am getting for Christmas,” I replied glowingly. “Mom said she was going to pitch in and pay for $50 dollars of it.”

My father told me to email the details to the pharmacy so his computer guru, Matt, could look at them.

Regarding Our Rat Friends *cough*…

The rats are coming in through the dog door in the laundry room and eating Maggie’s dog food. They’ve also chewed a hole through the space under my sink in my kitchen.  It is a disconcerting sound when you are laying in bed in the pitch dark and you can hear a bunch of commotion in the kitchen. It sounds like my house is haunted!

Come On Inside this Broken Heart and Make it Whole…

a fall LoriLori is having a very rough and tough morning mentally. I call these the severe doldrums she gets from time to time.  Luckily, she doesn’t have to teach any classes today and she doesn’t experience these doldrums very often as well. 

She called me pitifully crying early this morning about how worthless she was and how her life will never amount to anything. She cursed mental illness as well as the blight on life it often is. It was quite a rude awakening for me per se, but I know the feeling and have felt that way many times.  I told her just to drive up from Auburn and spend the day with Maggie and I.  Maggie adores Lori and that should make her feel better when Maggie fawns all over her. I also have a computer with Lori’s name on it.

Lori’s only misgivings about coming was leaving her four cats to fend for themselves all day. Lori will admit that she is one of those crazy cat lady types.

“I am going to get you some some of those beloved steak biscuits at Hardee’s before I leave Opelika,” Lori told me as we ended our conversation.

Ah Bless! A woman of my very own heart! We can have his and hers heart attacks together after that greasy, fatty, and calorific meal – two peas in a pod.

Monday, October 20, 2014

The Holy Grail of Grocery Shopping Some Would Say…

Self-Checkout - $83.99 was the damage to my disability shopping account.

kroger-self-checkout-laneDad urged me to go through the vacant self checkout lines tonight. He was also a very quiet soul this evening for some reason or another. I did smell wine on his breath so maybe he was just very relaxed.

“It is easier than you think,” my father reassuringly told me.

I’ve used it before once, but I only had four items.

I apprehensively wheeled my cart to an open lane. Kroger was very busy this evening as if everyone in the Valley tried to shop at the same time and at the last minute.  I know it sounds preposterous but I kept wondering if there was snow or inclement weather in the forecast thus all the fuss and feathers tonight.

That self checkout contraption is persnickety and cantankerous to say the least as well.  I finally swiped my disability account debit card, punched in my pin number, got the green light to go along with a receipt, and then started to load my food back into the cart with my father’s help.

“Sorry about going over eighty bucks again,” I told my father timidly as if I was going to get scolded.

“It was my fault,” he surprisingly replied. “I got you up all those many plastic Solo cups, paper bowls, and paper plates to use. They are expensive.”

Beware of Precarious Perches…

d-con-art7Mom and I just went and got two Sour Raspberry slushes at Sonic.  Those things are so good.  As we were pulling up in front of my house, my father’s car was sitting in my driveway.  I guess I am just the popular person in the family today.

“I’m declaring war on these goddamned rats that are getting in your house!” my father decreed as he left my backyard to meet my mother and I in the front.

Mom wanted to come in and see how well I have cleaned my house the past few days.  I couldn’t have done it without Charlie’s help. My father was also still fussing up a storm as he put more rat poison under my kitchen sink and under my basement.

“Don’t you dare let Maggie get into this rat poison!” my father exclaimed to me with a menacing look on his face. “It will kill her too!”

I shuddered at that thought. I made doubly sure that dad put the rat poison in places where Maggie couldn’t reach.

Compliments From the Commander In Chief…

I was also in my favorite Fred’s Dollar Store earlier today.  The manager was flirting up a storm calling me sweetheart and darling.  I felt very flattered and would have asked her out to dinner if it wasn’t for me already dating Lori. She looks about double my age as well. I wouldn’t be surprised if she is probably still married to boot.

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Bio-Hazard Battle

Au Revoir, Oh Charlie and Papa…

How to Fold ClothesCharlie and my father have just left after a great and grand fanfare from the Magster.  Charlie once again got in my kitchen and started to clean.  He walked through the den with empty pizza boxes in one hand at one point to take to the trash bin. My father was ready to leave, but Charlie said he was going to fold the clothes in my dryer first.

“Bring them in here,” I told Charlie of the den and we all got to folding and we were done in just a few minutes. 

Dad brought me two burritos from Taco Hell and set them on my piano.  I am hungry, but I want them to last and to get the chance to savor them. I will eat them before bed which will most likely be after midnight. Andrew will meet indigestion most likely if eat so late.

Carnage On the Railways…


I was walking the tracks today near my father’s river house this afternoon.  I kept noticing animal bones strewed about the rails today.  Mainly deer.  It seems there is some kind of disconnect between deer and the danger of railroads. They will just stupidly and blindly walk out in front of a moving train as if it wasn’t even there.  It kind of made me feel melancholy about all this loss of life. 

It was also good I had my cellphone with me today.  The phone rang and I quickly answered it when I saw it was one of my parents calling.

“Your mother fell down the steps to the basement and laundry room,”  my father told me solemnly.

“I’ve got a long walk, but I will be there soon,” I told my father fearing the worse and then I headed for my car which was parked in downtown West Point.

Mom’s okay with no broken bones.  She is just a little bruised and banged up.  The doctor said she should be back on her feet in a few days. She wants me to go get us some Sonic chocolate shakes to drink tonight when she gets home.

Don’t Laugh At My Hair…

hair-club-for-men“Don’t laugh at my hair!” Charlie said as he was handing me breakfast through my open front door 9am this morning. “I just have gotten up!”

A smile formed across my face as an opportunity formed in my mind. Mine didn’t look much better I might add as I had just gotten up as well.

“You about don’t have enough hair left to fuss about,” I told Charlie chuckling. 

“God-damn-it, I know it! Now you better eat your breakfast!” he replied laughing.

And the Bountiful Things Keep Coming for Me Today…

Janice's CasseroleCharlie’s wife cooked a casserole tonight and Charlie just brought me a plate.  I am obsessed about casseroles and everyone in the family knows about this.  Janice sent me through Charlie some poppy seed chicken casserole, yellow rice, a pasta dish marinated in a vinaigrette sauce.  Janice also sent a healthy slice of buttermilk pie.

I just called my father to see if we are still doing fried chicken Sundays.  He said it was up to me.

“I would love two of my burrito supremes tonight,” I told him. 

“Charlie and I will be by for the medication ritual in just a bit,” my father happily replied.

2:28 AM…

mcdonalds-menu-breakfast-dollar-5319I can’t sleep and decided to get out of the bed after what seemed like tossing and turning for hours. Maggie is being extremely needy this morning – confused as to why we are up so early.  She keeps ambling into my computer room with a swagger to get a vigorous back scratch.  Bless her dear soul – I need to go to bed and sleep so my dearest Magster can get some rest as well.

Charlie will be here in a few hours with breakfast. High anticipation abounds.  I am especially craving those hash browns Charlie brings – so salty, crunchy, fatty, and tasty.

Krystal’s is the only fast-food joint open at this time of the night.  I am tempted to go get a sack-full of twelve cheese Krystal's. There is not much food in the house at the moment as it is in the last bit of the week before buying groceries once again tomorrow.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

When Vigilante Violence is Justified…

bulliesI read a little article a moment ago about bullying being rife in modern day schools.  I was once badgered sporadically like a victim of bullying.

“Kick him as hard as you very can in his family jewels,” my father told me when I complained about it after school. I must have been around 10 yours old.  “He will be very hesitant to ever bother you again.”

The boy’s name was Heath Abner.  He tried to pick on me after the conversation my father and I had a day before. I ended up punching him in the mouth as hard as I could – busting several of my knuckles on his teeth and bloodying and breaking his nose as well.  The school suspended me for four days for that altercation.  I never got picked on again, though. I got the reputation of being a scrapper.

My Christmas Wish List...

View Full Screen for Best Viewing Experience.

Friday, October 17, 2014

A Domesticated Man–Ruler of His Castle…

man's castleYes, I’m domesticated and quite the opposite of what my ex-wife would likely tell you. I’ve been cleaning house for most of the evening and tonight.  I stopped, Mags and I had a hotdog and some potato chips, and then I got back to work again as the Magster very warily looked upon the proceedings.  She’s was very worried that she might get a bath as well.  Water to Maggie is like kryptonite to Superman.

All of this just thrilled my father to no end when he arrived a moment ago for our nightly medication ritual.

“Damn boy!” he told me with emphasis as we sat on my couch. “You can really do it when you put your mind to the task. It smells so clean in here!”

“That’s my mother in me,” I told my father and we both agreed.

My father’s and my real inclination is to procrastinate.

Helen Friday…

Helen Friday Oct.

Today’s meal was really, really good except for the chowder peas (which I don’t care much for).  Helen cooked smothered pork chops, gravy, and rice.  I also absolutely adore Brussels's sprouts. Not pictured is a bowl of fried okra that I requested to go with the meal.

Helen also cooked something new and different today.  It consisted of steamed asparagus and then had a sauce made of mayonnaise and lemon juice spooned over it. It was really delicious.

Working Design's Alundra…

I’ve had a helluva time with my microphones lately. My beam forming microphone bit the dust a few weeks ago. That’s why I haven’t been vlogging.  Well, my $6.99 Syba microphone I ordered from Newegg came this morning and I am quite astounded in how good it sounds.  Halleluiah, we have video blogs again!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

That Dress Certainly Looks Nice On You Tonight…

ribsI had a fun afternoon of pizza with mom and then I drove to Auburn to eat dinner and watch a movie with Lori, but I am so glad to be home very much as well. I am still working on my stamina for such extracurricular activities.  I have learned what some people consider fun, I consider drudgery much like the video games I have been trying to play for the past few years.

We ate at Chili's and both got the baby back ribs.  They were delicious if messy.  We then went back to Lori’s posh apartment and watched the 1999 film American Beauty which was a fascinating and somewhat disturbing film to see. I have always liked Kevin Spacey as an actor. I admit I was cheering for Lester on taking such charge and control of his life. It reminded me of my very own revolt as I got a job at Wal-Mart a few years ago and wrestled my finances and healthcare away from my father’s control. That equivocated to being akin to my namesake battling windmills sword in hand.

Helen Friday? Give a Green Light to Fried Okra…

fried-okraThe verdict is still out on whether Helen will cook dinner tomorrow.  I have yet to see my father and he will most likely ask me for some suggestions as well. My only selection I want for sure is some fried okra.  My father will like that as well as we haven’t had it in awhile.  I also want Helen’s hamburger steak patties in gravy.  Helen cooks that very well.  They are always very fork tender as she lets them simmer for hours as she cooks the rest of the meal.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

There is a Time for Peace and There is a Time for Quiet…

hippie-sixtiesPeace Out Man! Can You Dig it?

That sums up my evening.  My father has just left my little abode after our nightly medication ritual. He said I was overly quiet tonight and it worried him.  He didn’t like my glasses saying they are too retro looking – like glasses out of the sixties.  Speaking of my glasses, It is taking some time to get used to them.  I have keratoconas, like my father, (an abnormal curvature of the cornea) in my right eye so it can look a little blurry without my hard contact lenses in. The hard contacts tend to correct the curvature for the most part.

Maggie has spent the last 15 minutes trying to tell me something to no avail. Call me the clueless human of the household. She kept pawing me and rearing upon the side of my chair.  I scratched her back vigorously, but that didn’t stop the pawing or the vying for my attention. After much guttural grunting and vigorous tail wagging, I finally poured some of her dog food on the floor close to my computer and she gobbled it up. Maggie has weird eating habits and prefers to eat in the computer room with me despite having a bowl full of food in the laundry room.  I keep a cup of fresh dog food in the computer room just for these occasions.

Mrs. Sandra called my mother today and told her she couldn’t make it to Mexican Thursdays tomorrow evening.  Mom wants me to drive to Valley and get two of those large pepperoni pizzas at Little Caesar’s for $11 bucks with tax. I’m not one to deprive myself of pizza.

I’ll Take Green Apple for the Win, Alex…

slushMom and I have discovered slushes at Sonic.  You can get two large slushes for a little over two dollars.  Our usual large chocolate shakes would be $10 to $11. This allows us to go more often and not break the bank.

“What flavor are you getting?” mom asked excitedly as we were leaving the optometrist. 

We had just picked up my brand new glasses. I look like a combination of Justin Timberlake and Michael Douglas in Falling Down.

“I think I’m getting the sour blue raspberry slush,” I told my mother. “I also want some cheddar peppers.”

Mom had decided on the green apple slush and an order of their delicious onion rings.  We love to sit in my car as we drink our drinks, eat, and enjoy the especially interesting people watching.

Well, I’m a Daisy if You Do…

pancakes“Come over and eat breakfast in a minute,” my mother told me over my phone. “Helen is cooking her pancakes.”

I hung up the phone and hurriedly pulled on some jeans, a clean shirt, and brushed my hair.  It was jacket weather this morning as well.  I pulled on a warm Auburn football adorned hoodie.

Now, I am not a big pancake person.  I prefer savory over sweet for breakfast most mornings so you will have to forgive my misgivings about this morning’s breakfast.  My only real sweet breakfast weakness is strawberry preserves. Oh gawd, that stuff is good. The Smucker’s brand is best.

Helen changed my opinion about pancakes for breakfast today.  Her pancakes were so light and fluffy and we had real maple syrup to drench them in. Helen put the cake in pancake. Helen had also cooked some crispy and savory bacon that would knock your socks off.

Helen announced to all of us at the kitchen table that it had been a week without smoking and we were all very proud of her.  I know how very hard quitting smoke can be.  She was past the first few hardest and nail biting days.

Of course, I couldn’t leave without giving Helen a big congratulatory bear hug.  Helen giggled like a little schoolgirl as I about picked her up off the floor in a big embrace.  

Goodbye for Good, Segregation… 

I was thinking this morning about when I was a child.  Helen sat at the table with us eating breakfast this morning and that would never be allowed when I was a child in the South during the seventies.  My grandmother had a black lady named Kat that cooked and cleaned for her.  Kat would always have to sit on a stool at the kitchen counter as we ate breakfast at the kitchen table and she ate hers.  My grandmother would also have separate tableware and cutlery for her as well.

The X99 Chipset is Out…

And you have to sacrifice your first born child to be able to afford it.  Intel’s new flagship processor is an 8 core design priced at just over a thousand dollars.  The X99 chipset also brings along DDR4 memory that’s is pushing memory speeds into the stratosphere.


Tuesday, October 14, 2014

The Surveillance of Fred’s Dollar Store…

Benadryl“I saw you walk out of Fred’s today as I was driving through their parking lot,” dad told me tonight as he sat down on my couch. “It worried me. That was your favorite place to get those allergy pills.”

Dad said he was going to be late tonight, but I didn’t expect an 11pm visit. I was beginning to grow worried about him as well. I was hoping beyond hopes that he wasn’t drinking and driving tonight.  I was also yawning as Maggie and I impatiently looked out the window for his arrival. Maggie would occasionally whine pitifully.  She knows our routines quite well.

Dad is worried I am getting hooked on Benadryl again – a very tenacious and subversive addiction. I assured him things were fine and that I was just getting a gallon of milk and some more sour candies.

“Be honest with me if you ever do get hooked on it again,” my father said very sincerely as he put his hand on my knee for support and reassurance. “I promise I am not going to get mad at you, but I will help you or arrange to get you some help.”

Devil’s Canyon…


This is the very apple of my eye right now – the 4.0 GHz Core i7-4790K processor.  The K in the processor designation denotes that the processor multiplier is unlocked and is ready and ripe for overclocking.  I am reading where some people are easily surpassing the 5.00 GHz mark on air cooling with this “Devil’s Canyon” chip  --  Devil's Canyon being the codename of Intel’s new lineup of enthusiast chips. It costs $339.99 at Newegg right now.