Freedom means being unchained and loose...

I have no danger from excessive cellphone use and possible brain cancer - I don't own nor use cell phones, I think they are tethering. "Where are you now, darling?" and it isn't just your wife that can find you but the wonderful benevolent government can, too. Which is a positive thing in mountain rescue (providing there is a radio tower relay close by) but for your normal marijuana and guns run into the county it could be embarassing. Anyway, they can't find me that way, until they plant one under the chin line or back of my ears.

No, my concern is with my computer or the television soaking up my time, they do it so well. I should be stronger than that temptation to read what Tam wrote... she hasn't even posted since I last checked at 23:15 PDT, it is now 04:28, nope. There she is! posted at 7:32 her time, whew! I almost missed that. And no telling what Jenny Hogan has to say about the commute to Seattle (always about how long it will take to get to Seattle - no one ever does anything but drive through or by Tacoma). So, as I try to catch up with LtG, now CPTG and the destruction of his blog and my link to his adventures for Freedom, the clock has slid on to 5:01 and more of my day is gone.

I have stopped looking at video, and I can empty two mugs of coffee in the load times between blogs, then I have to read and likely leave a message of boring tempo, like I was important enough to have an opinion. Of course I have an opinion, if I can tear myself away from reading the next post by SailorCurt or all the others in my blog list. Yep it is 5:15 and time to find some food, figure out the weather and news and then dress and depart on the motorcycle for work at McNeil Island. Until I get back and link up again... and burn up my time, ruin my eyes and keep becoming a puddle of soggy fat flesh because I don't exercise while stand at the computer... choices, I should make better choices and start living off the net, remember when you could? No, well let me show you a picture of when there was only one television in the home, and after Howdy Doody and Mickey Mouse there wasn't anything to watch so I went outside.... where I should be soon as I check to see if Breda posted something yet.

Bye!

Resolutions or resolution?

End of the year is about here; I have completed weeding three hundred and four items from the collection this month. Weeding is one of those terrible secrets about Public Libraries that those that love books don't like to talk about, needing space for newer and better (one hopes) circulating items. But I could use the same treatment in my home, getting rid of the excess I will never use again, or in my life getting done with those wasted minutes in a life poorly spent. Here in the prison the inmates have a sentence and time remaining to be served and they are experts at what they must do to get out any sooner, unless there is a surprise they didn't expect in their future. I have to come up with a six year plan, all I have left before I start draining the Social Security Trust Fund with the rest of the Boomer generation. I figure to also look at the ten year plan at the same time, having been granted three score and ten years as the life of a man. There are several things I won't become: a Presidential candidate, a suicide bomber, a holy man, nor a drug or alcohol addict. I do have some things I would like to do (a bucket list?) and some titles I don't have yet but would like to (a fine fellow?) and positions I could work at earning (Elder?). Well, back to regular work, buying new titles to replace the ones weeded.