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The Most Unfortunate Man in Pompeii...
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I mean, they were all unfortunate; maybe he just knew what was coming (no pun intended) and chose to spend his final moments...
Nonexistent Rocks and Minerals
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This, my facebook filling up with AI slop, pandering to my taste. Adverts for things that don't exist (search every website every link takes you to!!), posts about made-up-facts, or made up minerals like the few I'll post below:
All of this is complete and utter AI drivel and slop, and it's not just with Opals.
Every single thing on Facebook now you have to check; a fact paired with an inaccurate image, an image paired with a nonexistent fact, all worlds now are in existence side by side and the vast majority of them are filled with idiots.
And AI, and Facebook, they're doing an excellent of preying on the idiots...
The Visit
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The Son comes, Tuesday night, Tacos, then unload the truck. He's brought me some treasures: 2 chests of drawers filled with unaccountable obscenities, (the boy thoughtfully pretends not to have looked), a missing piece of a genii infested oil lamp, box of cufflinks, antique toy-trunk filled with candlesticks, and my church pew.
This, perfectly sized as a waiting area for the foot of my bed, only there's nobody waiting...
The box of candlesticks, some sterling, take them out, admire my good taste, reunite one with it's mate from a previous trip (I did strive to keep mated candlesticks together, the boy, with his troupe and their theatre props, obviously did not). The rest are all carried up to the antique shop.These are all beautiful things, but I haven’t the space, I have to make choices. And I’m appalled at how cluttered, filthy things have gotten, I’ve let it all get out of control, furnishing my place like King Tut his Tomb, after my own tastes of course…
Everything disembarked we catch up, the next morning he's up, stealthy, 6:00 AM - his efforts at being quiet making 5X the noise he would of if he’d just woken up, he's looking for a cafe, and the day begins. Searching arrowheads in Balfour, no finds, only flakes, and then lunch and he's off.
My chest of drawers, do I need this? I'm overwhelmed with the abundance of new treasures, and so I park it in the hall, a 3 foot wide chest of drawers in a 2 foot wide hall, completely blocked, and I’m at an impasse...Do I keep it? It's a beautiful thing, but - space is scarce, and my tastes have changed. I want Zen. I need the room for projects. IN any event the drawers need to be emptied before I can part with it, and where to put the emptied things?
Today, tomorrow, it will have to be moved, I'll need the real-estate for other things, time to clean the flat, pair up all the cufflinks, bowties, scarves, sort through the drawers for all the little shitty discoveries that have to be decided upon and parted with; I was so damned happy without a single material thing it the world, but my past is catching up with me...
Brittle Days
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And the mornings are ferociously cold some of them, they abbreviate the first cigarette; back inside to make coffee and wait for it to thaw a bit before getting out and about. There's snow already on the low mountains surrounding town.
Found a good new series - so far (1 episode in); "Dark" - on Netflix, which I won't bother to describe here, only has a bit of that "Stranger Things" vibe. And reading (re?) Haruku Murakami "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle", which is excellent and after my taste at the moment; only while it all seems new I'm suspicious I've read it a long time ago; must have been because I find no reference to it on my blog...but the bit where he goes down the well (and I'm not there yet, so we'll see) - I remember that.
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The liquor strike drags on and I'm spending far too much on oversized bottles of premium liquor. And today there are no buses; rumour has it that Balfour & Taghum still have a reasonable selection but I might be forced to skip my medication, which is not inspiring.
The chilis indoors might still be growing, they're certainly turning red, and raining resin and pollen and leaves and flowers all over the floor. I'll need to sweep and mop after all this is done, I want them off the windowsill, but I'm not giving up just yet.
The Laundry Machine - the one that charges your card, some "Sparkle Solutions" outfit out of Ontario, it's not been working all week. A part is on order. My card has nothing on it, and I'm overdue a fresh pair of shorts. But I can't do laundry...
SO I check their website, that promises an option to charge the card with a credit card online, only there's no link. Call customer service. They can't find the link either, and can offer no options, only to have somebody reach out to me on a business day.
This is inept.
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Facebook, nothing on, but I saw a great little ad for a magic trick that I want and so I clicked on it to see how much it is...
$100. Nope. A hundred bucks for what amounts to a $1 made-in-china "Gimmick" and 100 pages of instructions is a little steep...
But it is a cool trick...I'll see if I can figure it out elsewhere...
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And; perusing Reddit I came across this little gem:
Which I have to laugh at, I'm sure (well, not SURE) that it's not the same one I have my own horror story about a certain stalker who wouldn't take no for an answer and made my life a living hell for 7 long years. And to this day when I hear the name, no matter how cute the person wearing it, I still cringe...
The kids laughed. When my leave of abstinence is over I'm going to be a fury getting back in the saddle, but no more of this...
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