Last Week in July 2005

Sun 24 Jul 19:55
It's been forty years this afternoon, and I still hate camp! Given I have forty years left, I suppose I'll still have it at the end of my life.

Tue 26 Jul
The final lasts an hour with the thirtysome questions. It's been brutally hot this week, threatening to get higher than human body temperature. So far, I've yet to get some window frames painted, the driveway finished, the heating ducts cleaned, or the most important start in real estate. I put too much burden on free days.
Last night the internet ran quickly, which might explain why it was down over the weekend. (Note: it's slow again this weekend.) I took the bus home last night. It was still 28C at 10:30 PM! Midnight, our schnauzer, seems to be healing from the wound of the busted cyst.

Wed 27 Jul 8:06
The walk to work took a strange twist. I dropped off the van for work on the trunk lock, which cut off a third of my walk to work, and then a coworker picked me up with a third to go. So, I'm set for the first class on sole proprietorshps. I'm at work just past 7:30 for the second day in a row.
15:18
It's as hot as Tatooine today as temperatures threaten to hit 38C. Because the electricity was off for several hours, the office was quite ward. My office reached 26C around noon, which is the highest since I moved in some two years ago.
As we slowly moved toward a short workweek, I found out more about the search for open accounts in payables. By running a report, a dozen invoices dropped off. Most of the remainder of my search are in late April and May.
I have a hot walk to Academy Plaza this afternoon, the first of four classes on sole proprietorships. I will leave as late as possible, for I have no idea how long I will have to wait to get into the office. (It turned out that the instructor was rather late, and I had to stand in the heat some ten minutes.)

Fri 29 Jul 21:55
I spent the day marginally getting things done. I had a brief survey of other Block courses, none over four sessions. I still feel like a kid in a candy store. There is so much to learn about taxes and the side subjects.

Alopex

Anthony Kennedy is 69

This morning proved expensive because I took our Schnauzer for shots against distemper and rabies. First I went in the wrong direction, then I had to detour around the bridge on Richelieu Road. Midnight received more than shots. The cyst that burst left an infection on her rear. The vet had to anesthize her to cut off all the fur. The sore ran roughly two by one cm. We have her on antibiotics and topical wash. We cannot allow her to roan the backyrad freely for the next two weeks. Someone must watch her with the sore.
Sat 20:00
I've been looking through parts of the copies of "The Story of Civilization", which I received on 11 July. I realized this evening how little I know of the eighteenth century philosophy, particularly of the physiocrats.
Alopex

When I Was Happy with My Life...

I'm summarizing most of my imagestreaming. I just caught up on my blog last night. I'm still uncertain about a ruse when the owner pretends to fire Król. Jona Winter will be the link, but she'll push Pete into the chute, not because he saw something, but because WInter recognixed him from the Forrest Schools.
Thu 15:51
I am still behind in work, because of the hour I'd lost yesterday when a buyer had me look for paperwork she'd had all along. In the mailroom, no one is in, so I am virtually alone in getting the mail out today. I just had a nice nap, which I will need, for I missed obtaining money for food this afternoon. Next week I'll be very buy with two Block classes and a final.
Thu 21:25
It's been twentyfive years at 4:05 PM since I was offered the graduate teaching assistantship in the Department of History. it was one of a series of illusions that somehow I was on my way to control over my life.

Latest on Frank Franklin

Last night I imagestreamed as I was walking to Academy Plaza. My boss is out this week, so I'm waiting until next week to request Friday (29 July) off. I listened to the tape after I reached work today, along with my streaming on the way. The main product is the foundation of the plot of Frank Franklin. Saturday morning will provide the rescue of Marty and Chad from the Forrest Schools. Then comes the confrontation at Franklin Mills. We'll save Monday for the climate at Derrick and Crete.
Meanwhile I'll introduce the villains, Joan Winter, secretary to Jack Mooney, and Jeff Starr. boss of the crooks at Franklin Mills. I decided to make the owner of Derrick and Crete the hero for having the patience to allow George the time to solve the crime at Derrick and to wrap up the other case Franklin Mills.
I have five scenes in mind: the opening one with Pete, the one with Pete at the top of the garbage chute, the extant of Marty and Pete in Franklin Mills, the attack of Jeff Starr on Brian, and a final scene of the reunion at Christmas.
So far, none of my blogs have shown up on the internet this week (until now). It'll be difficult to plan anything tonight due to my busy schedule. However, the idea of imagestreaming seems to charge some of my creativity. My next strategy should be to construct a plan for my next line of work, should I find it exigent to do so. After all, I may have to take a better job to accelerate my move into unearned income and an easier time making a living!

Phyllis Diller is 88!

Longevity has become commonplace. Gerald Ford was 92 on Thursday, and now Phyllis Diller reaches 88. One of the reason -- and Business Week just had an article on it -- that retirement before 70 will become rare, save for those who build unearned income.
Last night I took the final for business entities and passed it without review. I must find out the questions I missed before I find it complete.

I am in the process of going through the voluminous number of books I've accumulated over the past score. It's a painful look at all the dreams I gave up after I received my Penn State MBA, ultimately for severe underemployment. Since I cut down on expenses, the extra money goes toward reducing principal on the mortgage. Now I intend to reduce the gap between what I want to do and what I have done. The three biggest ones are real estate and investing, stock broking and investing, and accouinting and CPA. Most importantly is how to close the gap, day be day.

Ugh! Once again a hard rain caused the drainpipe in the back to back up, and once again the water ran into the window well and poured into the basement. I took the rugs outside and hung them on the line in the rain. I figured to give them a washing before they dried.
So I'm back to figuring out how to accomplish my goals. I spent much of the afternoon in my bedroom just going through some old aspirations and dreams in the form of books.

Well, after much thought, I think I'll begin posting only in here, and ignore the other two outllets I have -- a live journal and a diary. Therefore, there will be mixed posting from here, but all readers do have the choice to ready what they will.

Alopex

Schrub's and My Birthday, 2005

With the terrorist bombing of London, my thoughts are rather simple. Al-Qaida should target the hinterland, preferably in Schrub's Texas, if they want maximal impact. London may have already destroyed the myth that Schrub can keep us safer than anyone else. Every other myth for the election of 2004 has gone already.
Should Al-Qaida strike, they'll probably do so some months later. Thanks to Schrub, Iraq is now a major staging ground for terrorists -- and we'd thought Nixon's invasion of Cambodia was a mistake in 1970! Of course, the American public doesn't care how many Iraqis are killed, let alone the lies Schrub fabricated to invade Iraq in the first place.

Then there is the biggest Ponzi scheme of using debt to pay for deficits. Interest rates have risen over 2%, which translates into $150 billion more on interest for nearly $8 trillion debt. Some things must be cut from the budget. I'd like to see the Republicans take a beating in the next election in 2006.

ALopex

Chuck White and Independence Day

I finally read through the online site of Treasure Chest of Fun and Fact on Chuck White up to 1957. There were three artists of the series by that time. Fran Matera, who draws Steve Roper and Mike Nomad, was the one I saw in 1968-71. Looking overall at twelve years of Chuck White, I must smile at the plots and the unrealistic situations. It's no wonder what they toned down Chuck White to a 14-year-old who likes to snoop into suspicious characters, like Nancy Drew.

The Schurb is gearing up to place a fascist throcrat in place of Sandra Day O Connor on the Supreme Court. Alberto Gonzalez might be the ticket, although the theocrats don't like him. I'd love to see Schrub fall apart at this juncture. He's overdue to pay for what he's escaped over the past five year. It must be dumb luck to get past all the historical trends against his even being in office, let alone the worship of him as the son of the god Reagan. Reagan is such a god that his face is on a stamp, even though one usually must be dead ten years to get on a stamp in the United States. Then again, Reagan is a god, so he'll never die, Therefore, the government suspended the rules. Next: the emperor Caligula.

Personally I've found both Schrub and Pruneface gods of inspiration. I'll never allow my brain to fall into desuetude as Reagan did in the late 1950's. I'll also be aware of the longtem effects of alcoholism, although I think Schrub was a moron before all that ethanol killed off his brain cells. There is no way he'd have gone into the Penn State MBA program with a 77 average. Then, Schrub bought the degree, rather than earned it, and it shows in his reluctance to quantify the cost of the war in Iraq. In mny NBA classes, we quantified anything possible. We also had to pass a communication course, which Schrub would have never passed.

Alopex

The Halfway Point of 2005

Dear Keith:
Happy fortieth birthday, little buddy!

I've spent so much time with Chuck White that I'm starting to think I've experienced his adventures. The 1950-51 year focused on hotrods and exchange students. Both ended well as expected. Then the war in Korea showed up, and Chuck and Joe try to enlistat age 16! Then they nearly foul up the FBI's attempts to capture a pyromaniac at a defense plant.

Today was not helpful. A thunderstorm manged to catch me again after I got on the bus. I was quite soaked as I walked through Franklin Mills. Once out, I kept a steady pace, even though I took the long way home, because the bridge is out.

Worse news came that Sandra Day O Connor is retiring. Schrub is going to use his divine status to ukase a fascist theocrat to replace her on the Supreme Court. In the immortal words of Don Rickles, "Hello, dummy!" Last year the voters adopted the bastard president for the first time in our history. What really gets my laugh is that so many don't want to pay more taxes, yet they also want government to pass unenforceable laws, which will require more taxes. If the Catholic hierachy is so gungho on ramming their perverted view of sex and the Southern Baptists so favored to stick their noses into our private lives, they should pay taxes for enforcement.

Alopex