Sugar Rush without the Rush

So I've been taking this cocktail of Zoloft and Risperdal for a while now and it seems to work. The only concern I have is that they are over the line. Speaking directly to the excess from the Zoloft and the flattening effect of the Risperdal. It's like the Zoloft makes me crave candy (the sugar rush), and the Risperdal doesn't let me enjoy it (without the rush). I've got a happy solution for when I see my doctor next. I think I should be prescribed a slightly lower dose of each, hopefully making them therapeutic without the High Holy Justice.

Seriously though, I'm going through candies, coffee, sunflower seeds, et al. like they were going out of style. A fat butt shouldn't be prescribed unless there's a serious need for it, like when I was manic and they prescribed Zyprexa.


UPDATE: I'm now taking 4 mg of Risperdal and 175 mg of Zoloft. I already feel better. I still think that's too high for the Zoloft, but we will see.

A Man with a Purpose

                                  Man had a View of the Harbor,
                                                   
          He Watched Bugs Bounce off the Light Bulb.


                                           -- David C. Coffin

Breaker, Breaker

I'm losing sleep over doughy pizza. The key variable that Dad brought to my attention last night is the amount of dough going into the recipe. I made a double batch and formed it into 1 pizza. The crust will not brown correctly, or at least not the same, when using twice as much dough. Today I think I'll pickup some ingredients at County Market along with some shave cream.

Now as far as sleep goes, I'll have to wing it.

Senseless Computer Pursuit Makes Sense

First I'd like to say that I'm not investing until intellectual property is taken off the table. It's too easy to trump a project with a patent. It's too easy to build a project without a trump.

I'm taking a minute to champion a small victory in the computer cyberspace. My unsavory and often obsessive computer pursuit has come full circle, and my numb self has been spending time away from the computer. It's a natural progression from 1. Computer Junky into 2. Jaded User into 3. Passive. If you must know, the computer obsession didn't make sense to the first guy that picked up a calculator.

Thank the Good Lord I'm Alive

After a morning with espresso, and a full day, I'm happy to say that it's a good thing I'm still alive. The internet can be a rough place, and to make it through can be a challenge.

When the internet takes my soul and I'm truly a goner, please be respectful of my legacy.

Business Lessons - First Timer at Auction

Today I learned a valuable lesson. Keeping up isn't good enough. If you want something, I mean really want something, you have to work for it. Today is a prime example of losing sight of what really matters and ending up flailing wildly in the wind. I'll begin with my coffee binge, doesn't it always start with a coffee binge?! After setting up and seeing that it's a nice day, I went to get a buying number. It's the first time I've gotten a buying number. Let's hope it turns out good. I wait patiently (not so patiently) for the first item I'm interested in.


It's a Rolex. It looks worn. Who wears a fake? I will when I win it. It's in a glass cabinet near the front of the auction. Now a Rolex is slightly out of place in this setting and 3 to 1 it's a knock off. But I have to have it. What if it's a real Rolex bought by a rich farmer (I don't think farmers' make much money) and may just slip under the radar. Well, I muscle my way into the auction, I make it $7.50, and outbid to $10. That's all the money I've got so I'm out.


That's my first mistake. What should have happened was a $10 bid with money on the way, or no bid at all. It's very likely a knock off and I really don't need another watch. No matter which way you look at it, it's a lack of resolve and determination that sullied the deal. I have no idea whether the watch would have been bid up, whether it's real, or if I could have had a shot with a $10 jump bid. But what I do know, then, is that my buying power is limited and I've got to think fast.


Next, a set of arrows that look reasonably flightworthy sit on the 3rd table in. Again I'm waiting like a predator, teeth sharp from the lost watch. $2.50, $3.00, $5.00, $7.50 and I'm the proud owner of a set of wooden arrows. Immediately, a man walks over to me and instructs me in the laws of archery and these arrows aren't made for combination bows. Why the hell not? Well, because the force generated from a combination bow will make the arrows splinter and jab into your hand. I guess, these arrows are not what I was thinking. Quick I'll put them up for sale and regain some of the money minus the commission. A fire sale later and I'm out $4 and the arrows before I've paid.


Fate, thou art a heartless shrew.


All but lost heart, a nice woman sells me "The Fellowship of the Ring" on cassette tape at a great price ($1). Annette shows up late. Better late than never. She gave me a few products to add to my stash. She made quite a few deals herself. The rusty "irons" tools are very popular with the crowd. Annette's making me look good, as she is setup right next to me. I get a couple buyers, lots of lookers, and a disappointing end to a big sale. All in all, it was a good day. But, my profits were drained by the arrows deal, and I couldn't recover.


PS. To my English teachers, I know I'm not supposed to change tenses within a paragraph or a blog post, as it is. It's my little way of adding interest at certain points. I'll correct my tenses when I get a chance.

Content on the Interweb is Complete Dross

When people write articles for the internet their spellcheck is confusing them into making dumb decisions. Seriously, I would say there is a lot of propaganda on the internet, but the articles are too poorly written with poor content for propaganda. I'd say about 10% of the content I read is worthwhile with only 1% going above and beyond to really capture their topic interest. This is shit. I spend far too much money on computers and internet for the content and composure of this shit. Really get back to your business models computer people, otherwise you'll be staring at a digitized monkey throwing bananas on your facebook pages.

UPDATE: I've found the YouTube content to be slightly better, but that's no excuse for poor writing.

The Long List of Keeping Warm in Winter

Travel to exotic locale.

Turn up heat.

Cover up with Blankets.

Hot shower and dry well.

Warm clothes in layers and headgear and long underwear.

Tanning Bed.

Corn Bag.

Candles.

Sit in the sun.

Curl into a ball.

Cook food on stove.

Fireplace fire.

Rub hands together.

A hot drink.

Open shades for sunlight.

Area rugs.

Drink water.

Electric Blanket.

Move more.

Laughter.

Electric fireplace.

Open heat vents.

Chemical heat packs.
Pocket Hand Warmer Device

Stock up.

Be social.

Cuddle an animal.

Cuddle your family.

Cuddle an attractive woman.

Hot peppers.

Play a game.

Read a book.

Take pain killers. (short term solution)

Stay inside.

Call on neighbors.
Lick lips.
Turn on a light.

Call on family.

Sunflower.

Get jiggy with it. (have sex)

I want to be a little healthier

I've spent the last 45 minutes thinking of nasty things I could write on the internet. Take note, I didn't post 1 of them. What it boils down to is that I want to feel a little bit happier...no not even happier...but more comfortable. It's my belief that humanity and the generally wondrous creatures that we are, is something that should be taken for granted. I've dealt with the powers that be, and have secured a little piece of the pie for myself, found friendship, and have even gotten a few scars. There's more to the human condition than our moments. A piece that does not yield. I'm sure that I will have years of prosperity and candor before I meet my maker and live eternally in heaven.

Computers are the most Senseless Pursuit on Earth

Nobody likes computers