Sunday, October 18, 2020

Item #1: Put Memo On Fridge RE: Make A To Do List


 There were no bookshelves at the Goodwill Store when I went there yesterday afternoon, after stopping at the Shell for a new nicotine vape (to replace the lime green one on the bed next to the remote for the TV.

The TV that gets about fifteen over-the-air stations, which I hardly ever turn on. The commercials paint a disconcerting picture of our culture.

The target audience seems to be those too poor to be able to afford cable and broadband, and elderly people who never switched from their rabbit ear equipped sets that they have been watching since long before computers and internet came along.

The idea is that you load up on the food that is advertised, so that you will soon be under the care of a doctor; who could prescribe you any one of the drugs advertised, maybe even through one of the health care "plans" advertised, should it be determined that the drug is "right" for you, and if you promise to consult him should any of a litany of side effects occur.

And then, if and when this lifestyle runs afoul of good health, the rest of the advertisements are for attorneys, ready to sue the pants off of all the other advertisers on the channel.

Meanwhile, the latest batch of books, all six of them, were under three dollars at the Goodwill Store.

One of them is a "motivational" book co authored by Bill Cosby, entitled: "Come On!" -telling his fellow African Americans that he has decided to join them in being black, after 40 years away; since he is now rich and can't be hurt by anyone.

Blaise Pascal is solid; a kick-ass philosopher, him.

Now, I go to push the bike (that's Jacob's) down to the gas station with the two new tubes in the tires; where I will cross my fingers and put the pump to the valve..

Becoming mobile, should the tires hold air, will help me as I tackle the next 40 or so items on the to do list that I plan to make...

Success

I pushed the bike down to the gas station and put air in the tires and then rode the bike back home. Now, the map in my head has shrunk to where things that were 12 minutes away yesterday are now about 4 minutes away...

Now, to Walgreen's to replenish the nitrogen precursor pills which bodybuilders and myself use to generate explosive workouts and/or guitar practice sessions.

Goodnight.

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