the return of the living tiki (notes from the library)

•May 8, 2014 • 9 Comments

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“Sir, why did you take a photo of my license plate?”

“Why were you taking a photo of me?”

“I wasn’t taking a photo of you! I was calling my son because I’m picking him up.”

“Dude, you were totally holding your phone out like this aimed right at me! It freaked me out that some stranger is taking my photo – that’s why I took a photo of your plate.”

“I wasn’t taking a photo of you! I was calling my son! Are you going to delete my plate from your phone?”

“No, I still think you were taking my photo and I’m going to keep it just in case.”

“In case what? Look, I don’t like you having a photo of my plate, OK? Delete it from your phone.”

“No. And I’m going back to working on this computer, alright? I have important stuff to do and you’re disrupting my time – I only have 15 minutes on this.”

“I’m going to report this to the library staff.”

“Fine, go ahead.”

“I will.”

“I don’t care. I’m not listening to you anymore.”

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Me: “Good god, I thought I was paranoid.”

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OK, you may have noticed I’ve been MIA for many, many months. And you will probably notice that this posting blog is already a bit different. Notably the absence of images. Most notably the absence of boobs. It has made me very sad. 

You see, all the problems and bad luck I’ve been having for the past couple of years [right when I began this blog…. hmmm] seemed to have kicked into overdrive right at the start of 2014. Case in point: I’m typing this from the public library.

Beginning right off the bat in January, my internet provider suspended my account. I first thought it was because of a late past-due payment, but I was actually paid up. A week later it was back on with the explaination of “administrative error” from my DSL provider. Then my landline went dead.

Two and a half weeks later, and after dealing with two different AT&T repair guys (one went on vacation), my landline was back on with the explaination of either “construction crew down the street cutting the line” or “something wrong with the line outside my apartment”. But I didn’t care. I was finally back online. Then my computer crashed.

Since I don’t have the spare cash to fix my computer (which is close to ten years old and probably riddled with spyware, malware, and all the other wares except tupper), I decided that for the time being, I would disconnect my landline and conduct all my needed computer work at either my job or my local library (which is just two blocks away from my apartment.) Then my job decided they would no longer allow personal internet access at work [Damn all my co-workers and their Facebook addictions!].

OK, fine….

so it’s the library then.

This worked fine for about two weeks (although co-ordinating schedules meant that I could only glean 3 hours of computer time at best per week). Then, for some reason nobody could explain, I was unable to log on to my internet service provider account (even though I was still paying for my year contract – regardless of having a landline or not.) Long story short, I discovered I was prevented from logging on only with the computers at my local library branch [you know, the one two blocks away from my apartment], not with any other library branch computers nor any other computer in the entire universe.

Just the ones that are the easiest access for me.

A week ago that finally changed, and I can now access my account. I think it may have had something to do with my library’s switch of their computers from Internet Explorer to Google Chrome. I didn’t care – I was just happy I could finally read my e-mail after way too long, and finally get back to the business of getting out of my own personal hell and finding a way to live within and without this carnival reality.

I could add that (again, for some reason no one can explain) my only form of phone currently [a pay-for-minutes cell phone] just decided that it would no longer be able to send texts. It can receive them, just not send.

I don’t know about you, but that last little bit of the communication BS I’ve been experiencing for the past few months is really making me think this is not all happening randomly. 

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I hope this explains my abscence. I haven’t even been able to listen to, much less simply give a call to the Celtic Rebel. I have no clue what’s going on in the blog-o-sphere. I have four half-finished posts, and am still trying to figure out a way to insert images into my postings using just the library computer.

I am, however, still very aware of this fake theatre reality being shoved up my spinal column. If anybody out there is still wondering what happened to the missing Malaysian airliner, it was knocked out of the air by King Kong [they were flying over the supposed exact location of Skull Island from the movies.] 

I wouldn’t pay too much attention to the kidnapped Nigerian girls, either. When the supposedly distraught family members are looking not so distraught, and when their supposedly hand-made protest placards are looking not so hand-made, and when even Michelle Obama is prompting everyone to hashtag “#bringbackourgirls”….

it has a huge probability of being bullshit.

I don’t care. I’ve got my own problems – one of which is my time is running out on this computer.

 

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I will be back, though. I must – it’s one of the few ways I keep myself sane. Plus, I miss all my readers and fellow bloggers. And I’ve still got original thoughts, insights and other stuff I want to share.

Sometime this year I plan on sending out my remaining mini-posters to my donators and have entertaining posts again. I just need a millionaire out there to decide he wants to invest heavily in my blog by sending me probably what he pays just in car insurance for a year (Seriously – my money struggles wouldn’t be that bad if it weren’t for all the misfortunate things happening… like losing my computer and my car.) 

However, for now I can only recommend doing what you can to be in control of and create your own reality. It’s why I have the tarot cards image as my header (I had it in my blog library of images because I was using it for another post):

We are all fools on a journey to become magicians, learning to understand and master the magic stuff of life and create the reality we desire. 

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What? An overdue fine?! I turned that book in!

ONGOWA!

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