Friday, December 27, 2013
Last Beer.
(4)
Sipping on beer #7 at 1621. Sip. Kootch is sleeping in her chair and her Japanese TV has many, many 'Japanese schoolgirls' singing and dancing. Beautiful and Iconic.
Sipping on beer #7 at 1624. Sip.
Sipping on beer #8 at 1657. Sip. I'm gonna wrap this up with this last beer,
'The Skeptic's Annotated Bible' arrived on time this week. I like it! It even has a 'biblical page marker' just like many other bibles. Sip. My old 'Booger Bible' has no such embellishment. Sip.
Kootch is sleeping in her 'floor chair.' Japanese TV is showing dumb cartoons.
Sip. Do I have an interesting photo of a Japanese Schoolgirl? Sip. Lemme check...
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Nope. Nighty nite!
Sipping on beer #7 at 1621. Sip. Kootch is sleeping in her chair and her Japanese TV has many, many 'Japanese schoolgirls' singing and dancing. Beautiful and Iconic.
Sipping on beer #7 at 1624. Sip.
Sipping on beer #8 at 1657. Sip. I'm gonna wrap this up with this last beer,
'The Skeptic's Annotated Bible' arrived on time this week. I like it! It even has a 'biblical page marker' just like many other bibles. Sip. My old 'Booger Bible' has no such embellishment. Sip.
Kootch is sleeping in her 'floor chair.' Japanese TV is showing dumb cartoons.
Sip. Do I have an interesting photo of a Japanese Schoolgirl? Sip. Lemme check...
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Nope. Nighty nite!
Lies and Law: Soulmates Forever.
(3)
Aware of my patriotic duty to report to my readers, I visited the local 'head shop' yesterday (Headed West). Huge inventory of 'Marijuana Paraphernalia!' Strangely, I was not greeted with any enthusiasm. The dude did not address me as, 'my man.'
I wondered out loud whether 'they' would be selling any Ganja come January 1st. He replied in the negative, stressing that Headed West was not into Marijuana Paraphernalia at all... only tobacco. 'We smoke tobacco only. Pot? What is Pot?' We are the 7-11 of tobacco paraphernalia!'
I said, 'R-i-i-i-ght. Where can I buy Pot on New Year's day?'
He offered one suggestion.
I 'got the picture.'
Lies, unchallenged, manufacture more lies.
Marijuana on Schedule One: Lie.
Head Shop for Tobacco: Lie.
The Lie begets The Lie.
The Cops and the Courts understand those Lies. They live in their lies!
I prefer the simplicity of Truth. Lies are waaay too complex for me, because you must remember too much 'history.' Sip.
And CNN is reporting that previously established 'medicinal Marijuana' facilities will be first to sell the 'recreational variety.' Yeah!
So... I will do my duty next week. Sip.
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I have come up with a new idea: Add a verse from 'The Rubiyat' now and then as a kind of emphasis:
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LXIII
Oh, threats of Hell and hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain: This life flies!
One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown, forever dies.
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Aware of my patriotic duty to report to my readers, I visited the local 'head shop' yesterday (Headed West). Huge inventory of 'Marijuana Paraphernalia!' Strangely, I was not greeted with any enthusiasm. The dude did not address me as, 'my man.'
I wondered out loud whether 'they' would be selling any Ganja come January 1st. He replied in the negative, stressing that Headed West was not into Marijuana Paraphernalia at all... only tobacco. 'We smoke tobacco only. Pot? What is Pot?' We are the 7-11 of tobacco paraphernalia!'
I said, 'R-i-i-i-ght. Where can I buy Pot on New Year's day?'
He offered one suggestion.
I 'got the picture.'
Lies, unchallenged, manufacture more lies.
Marijuana on Schedule One: Lie.
Head Shop for Tobacco: Lie.
The Lie begets The Lie.
The Cops and the Courts understand those Lies. They live in their lies!
I prefer the simplicity of Truth. Lies are waaay too complex for me, because you must remember too much 'history.' Sip.
And CNN is reporting that previously established 'medicinal Marijuana' facilities will be first to sell the 'recreational variety.' Yeah!
So... I will do my duty next week. Sip.
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I have come up with a new idea: Add a verse from 'The Rubiyat' now and then as a kind of emphasis:
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LXIII
Oh, threats of Hell and hopes of Paradise!
One thing at least is certain: This life flies!
One thing is certain and the rest is lies;
The flower that once has blown, forever dies.
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Come on, January!
(2)
And now that Marijuana will soon be legal to smoke, there will be another method of imbibing that drug: eating and/or drinking. I'll try them, and report.
Back from the fridge with beer #3, buzzing nicely. I checked on Kootch, who is watching Japanese TV. So far so good.
Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep, lotsa good stuff there.
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1445. Sip. Kootch is sitting in her 'floor chair' in the 'laid back' position. She has a plastic baggie of frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel over her eyes. Doctor's orders. I presume the idea is to minimize bleeding. So far so good... Sip. I must blow my nose frequently in order to clear out the mucus caused by microwave radiation. They are zapping me as usual. Tears are quickly removed with tissue. My 'home environment' is a really far cry from the environment at Kaiser today as I waited in the waiting room for Kootch. No radiation! I had fun reading magazines and doing an 'eyesight experiment:' I noticed that after I stared at a sign on the wall, and then stared at a blank wall, the 'false image' of the sign appeared to be projected onto the blank wall. It was fun doing 'timing experiments' with that 'false imaging effect.' Blink. Sip. No 'lettering' could be detected, only a false (dark) image which faded away after 20 seconds or so, depending on how long I stared at the sign.
At my age of 78 I'm never bored.
And now that Marijuana will soon be legal to smoke, there will be another method of imbibing that drug: eating and/or drinking. I'll try them, and report.
Back from the fridge with beer #3, buzzing nicely. I checked on Kootch, who is watching Japanese TV. So far so good.
Sip. Time to reread last week... Yep, lotsa good stuff there.
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 1445. Sip. Kootch is sitting in her 'floor chair' in the 'laid back' position. She has a plastic baggie of frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel over her eyes. Doctor's orders. I presume the idea is to minimize bleeding. So far so good... Sip. I must blow my nose frequently in order to clear out the mucus caused by microwave radiation. They are zapping me as usual. Tears are quickly removed with tissue. My 'home environment' is a really far cry from the environment at Kaiser today as I waited in the waiting room for Kootch. No radiation! I had fun reading magazines and doing an 'eyesight experiment:' I noticed that after I stared at a sign on the wall, and then stared at a blank wall, the 'false image' of the sign appeared to be projected onto the blank wall. It was fun doing 'timing experiments' with that 'false imaging effect.' Blink. Sip. No 'lettering' could be detected, only a false (dark) image which faded away after 20 seconds or so, depending on how long I stared at the sign.
At my age of 78 I'm never bored.
Kaiser Permanente to the Rescue!
(1)
First sip of Natural Light at 1330. Sip. Kootch and I got home less than an hour ago, soon after the nice folks at Kaiser Permanente did some eyelid surgury to reduce her eyelid 'overhang.' Apparently, 'Orientals' are prone to such eyelid problems which affect mostly older folks (Kootch is 80). The upper eyelids 'hang over' obscuring the upper part of the field of view, causing the owner to 'nose up,' which in turn causes muscle pain in the upper back. So far so good. Kootch claims that she has already lost that 'over-awareness' of her back muscles! Good on ya, Doc! Sip.
I'm working on a 24 ouncer. Sip. Six 12-ouncers in the fridge. Canadian 'Myst' backup.
Speaking of 'Mystical,' Colorado will legalize Marijuana for recreational use on January first! I have previously mentioned that alcohol and Marijuana have an excellent 'synergy' (as do LSD and Marijuana when it is taken on the 'downside' of a Trip at about 6-8 hours or more. Ganja goes with pretty well with everything, even sex and 5-minute chess. I plan to do an entire blog night while doing both NL and NM, hopefully next Friday or next monday. We shall see. Sip.
First sip of Natural Light at 1330. Sip. Kootch and I got home less than an hour ago, soon after the nice folks at Kaiser Permanente did some eyelid surgury to reduce her eyelid 'overhang.' Apparently, 'Orientals' are prone to such eyelid problems which affect mostly older folks (Kootch is 80). The upper eyelids 'hang over' obscuring the upper part of the field of view, causing the owner to 'nose up,' which in turn causes muscle pain in the upper back. So far so good. Kootch claims that she has already lost that 'over-awareness' of her back muscles! Good on ya, Doc! Sip.
I'm working on a 24 ouncer. Sip. Six 12-ouncers in the fridge. Canadian 'Myst' backup.
Speaking of 'Mystical,' Colorado will legalize Marijuana for recreational use on January first! I have previously mentioned that alcohol and Marijuana have an excellent 'synergy' (as do LSD and Marijuana when it is taken on the 'downside' of a Trip at about 6-8 hours or more. Ganja goes with pretty well with everything, even sex and 5-minute chess. I plan to do an entire blog night while doing both NL and NM, hopefully next Friday or next monday. We shall see. Sip.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Goodnight.
(4)
This is going downhill fast, isn't it. Indeed, I am getting hongry!
Shall we 'call it a night?'
Yes we shall.
This is going downhill fast, isn't it. Indeed, I am getting hongry!
Shall we 'call it a night?'
Yes we shall.
Words versus Pictures.
(3)
That was fun! Now what? Sip.
Skeptic. (http://www.skeptic.com/) An online magazine for you skeptics out there.
Got a question? Ask Philosophers.(http://www.askphilosophers.org/).
Atheist Quotes. (http://www.askatheists.com/atheist-quotes) Interesting.
And for you Catholics out there: The Catholic Encyclopedia. (http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07207a.htm)
And finally, a little bit of 'comic relief.'
(http://www.idols69.net/pictures/599-Miyu-Sugiura/10.jpg)
That was fun! Now what? Sip.
Skeptic. (http://www.skeptic.com/) An online magazine for you skeptics out there.
Got a question? Ask Philosophers.(http://www.askphilosophers.org/).
Atheist Quotes. (http://www.askatheists.com/atheist-quotes) Interesting.
And for you Catholics out there: The Catholic Encyclopedia. (http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/07207a.htm)
And finally, a little bit of 'comic relief.'
(http://www.idols69.net/pictures/599-Miyu-Sugiura/10.jpg)
TPM Online. Highly recommended!
(2)
back with beer #3 at 1708. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Sip. This could well be another short night! Sip... sip... Aha! TPM Online!(http://www.philosophersnet.com/) (The Philosopher's Magazine Online. Looks to be very interesting!) Sip. I just took a 'morals test.' http://www.philosophyexperiments.com/moralityplay/Default.aspx
Fun! Lessee, can I frame Gerash's constant microwave attacks against me in the 'language of morality?' Hmm. Let me think think about this...
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You are a homosexual Jew. You love a goy who poops out a most lovely smelling poop, to which you have become addicted. Are you morally justified in living in the apartment above him and sniffing his bathroom air, and zapping him with microwave cannons to mask your obvious adoration?
O Yes.
O No.
O Maybe.
SUBMIT.
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back with beer #3 at 1708. Sip. Buzzing slightly. Sip. This could well be another short night! Sip... sip... Aha! TPM Online!(http://www.philosophersnet.com/) (The Philosopher's Magazine Online. Looks to be very interesting!) Sip. I just took a 'morals test.' http://www.philosophyexperiments.com/moralityplay/Default.aspx
Fun! Lessee, can I frame Gerash's constant microwave attacks against me in the 'language of morality?' Hmm. Let me think think about this...
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You are a homosexual Jew. You love a goy who poops out a most lovely smelling poop, to which you have become addicted. Are you morally justified in living in the apartment above him and sniffing his bathroom air, and zapping him with microwave cannons to mask your obvious adoration?
O Yes.
O No.
O Maybe.
SUBMIT.
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Sudden Cultural Transitions Can be Fun!
(1)
Sipping on beer #1 at 1602, waiting for Norton to do its thing... Sip. Done at 1610 or so. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. I bought another book from Amazon, The Skeptic's Annotated Bible (https://www.google.com/#q=the+skeptic%27s+annotated+bible+amazon). Highly recommended for 'skeptical types, but Probably not a great Christmas present for the average person. Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas! Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1623, buzzing slightly. Sip. Only 11 more days before 'Legal Pot!' Alright! Sip.
This is 'an exciting time' for me, actually. Humanity is in the process of a very sudden cultural transition from 'the old' to 'the new.' And not a moment too soon! Time to reread last week... Yep. Yucky stuff. Those bloody snots are down this week by about 90 percent. Microwave Radiation seems to be down by about 50 percent, but it's difficult to judge. Walter Gerash's Obsessive Hatred is, by far, the looniest behavior I have ever encountered.
Lessee, I should probably also mention the cable television stuff I've recently discovered: The Science Channel (272); The Military Channel (274); The History channer H2 (276), and The Smithsonian Channel (177).
Sipping on beer #1 at 1602, waiting for Norton to do its thing... Sip. Done at 1610 or so. Sip. No buzz yet. Sip. I bought another book from Amazon, The Skeptic's Annotated Bible (https://www.google.com/#q=the+skeptic%27s+annotated+bible+amazon). Highly recommended for 'skeptical types, but Probably not a great Christmas present for the average person. Oh, and by the way, Merry Christmas! Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1623, buzzing slightly. Sip. Only 11 more days before 'Legal Pot!' Alright! Sip.
This is 'an exciting time' for me, actually. Humanity is in the process of a very sudden cultural transition from 'the old' to 'the new.' And not a moment too soon! Time to reread last week... Yep. Yucky stuff. Those bloody snots are down this week by about 90 percent. Microwave Radiation seems to be down by about 50 percent, but it's difficult to judge. Walter Gerash's Obsessive Hatred is, by far, the looniest behavior I have ever encountered.
Lessee, I should probably also mention the cable television stuff I've recently discovered: The Science Channel (272); The Military Channel (274); The History channer H2 (276), and The Smithsonian Channel (177).
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Six Beer Night.
(4)
I just finished eating supper at about 2210. It's been a six beer night.
I just finished eating supper at about 2210. It's been a six beer night.
Recent News.
(3)
Sipping on beer #5 at 2005. Sip. Buzzing sluggishly. Now what? We need some beauty to counter-balance the ugly. Sip. But first, some 'news:'
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Unable to read The Brick Bible online, I ordered a copy from Amazon. It arrived almost on time. There are two books: The Old Testament, and The New Testament. The quality is excellent and I highly recommend these books to my readers. What strikes me as being most valuable about these books is that they convey a new category of information: the visual category. The result is that much more of the reader's brain becomes exposed to that 'biblical information.' One picture is indeed worth a thousand words! In fact, no 'preacher' is needed. The reader has enough information to evaluate the story for hirself. An unfortunate (perhaps) result is that, in The Brick Bible, God comes across to us as a total Ass Hole.
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(Oops.) Pope Francis has been named Time's Person of the Year! I like it! Excellent choice! 'First Runner-up' was Snowden. Yep. Two or three of the other 'candidates' were mind-bogglingly 'out of category.'
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Speculation! Will Obomber's hand-shake with Cuba's Raul Castro begin a long-past-due series of communications with Cuba? Let us hope! Clearly, our long-standing 'feud' with Cuba has hurt both economies. 'Can't we all just get along?'
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Sipping on beer #5 at 2005. Sip. Buzzing sluggishly. Now what? We need some beauty to counter-balance the ugly. Sip. But first, some 'news:'
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Unable to read The Brick Bible online, I ordered a copy from Amazon. It arrived almost on time. There are two books: The Old Testament, and The New Testament. The quality is excellent and I highly recommend these books to my readers. What strikes me as being most valuable about these books is that they convey a new category of information: the visual category. The result is that much more of the reader's brain becomes exposed to that 'biblical information.' One picture is indeed worth a thousand words! In fact, no 'preacher' is needed. The reader has enough information to evaluate the story for hirself. An unfortunate (perhaps) result is that, in The Brick Bible, God comes across to us as a total Ass Hole.
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(Oops.) Pope Francis has been named Time's Person of the Year! I like it! Excellent choice! 'First Runner-up' was Snowden. Yep. Two or three of the other 'candidates' were mind-bogglingly 'out of category.'
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Speculation! Will Obomber's hand-shake with Cuba's Raul Castro begin a long-past-due series of communications with Cuba? Let us hope! Clearly, our long-standing 'feud' with Cuba has hurt both economies. 'Can't we all just get along?'
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Yucky Photos.
(2)
This is a test...
Hmm. Looks like it worked. The top photo shows a sample of bloody facial tissues, and the bottom photo shows my Booger Bible and my 'Radiation Log,' formerly known as 'Gas Log.' The 'greenish stuff' at the lower right was coughed up from the lungs. Yuck. The microwave radiation 'attack' began about 11-16-13 and continues. Recently it seems to be diminishing somewhat.
This is a test...
Orgasmic.
(1)
Another nine days or so finds me sipping on beer #2, not yet buzzing, and being zapped with 'Face Rad.' I finally got around to uploading the photos mentioned previously. Hopefully they can be published in the post following this one. We shall see. Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1845. Sip. Not buzzing yet. Something I ate? Probably. I have already reread (and corrected!) last week's posts. Wow. I am not very good at math when I've been drinking! Careful readers probably noticed that I overestimated my youthful orgasms by a factor of ten or so. Either that or I was a real sex loonie.
I did 'experiment' from time to time. For example, I remember several times when I 'did it' again and again just to see how my orgasms changed. There were maybe three or four occasions of that. Call it, 'orgasm abuse.' Mother Nature does not like it. After about five orgasms I would run out of semen. The remaining orgasms would be so significantly diminished in intensity that they were no longer worth the effort. The first orgasm is always the best, and it goes downhill from there.
My lifetime orgasmic experiences prove conclusively to me that masturbatory orgasms are very powerful and very valuable self-nurturing behaviors, not to mention excellent sleeping pills. It follows, therefore, that infant sexual mutilation (Circumcision) is a very bad idea which bodes ill for the infant's future sexual and psychological life, and should therefore be prohibited. And not only prohibited: criminalized. People should go to jail for doing it.
Sipping on beer #4 at 1921. Sip.
While we're 'on the subject' I'll mention yet another benefit of masturbation: Practice. 'Practice makes perfect!' Long before I fucked my first woman I was already an expert, having practiced for years 'the arts of orgasm,' including, for example, how to avoid 'premature ejaculation' by sensing when to stop. If you don't know when to stop you lose control.
Lastly, you become very aware of your 'sexual type.' Back in the early days I had no idea that some men prefered to do sex with other men, not women! After 'getting out' of the Orphanage I discovered a 'Sears Catalog' which contained numerous photos of women in their underwear. I cut out those pages and they became my 'visual aids.' I was totally 'hererosexual.' Always have been. Always will be.
Buzzing slightly at 1944. Time to reread last week one more time...
Yep. Jew Psychology still has a long way to go...
Another nine days or so finds me sipping on beer #2, not yet buzzing, and being zapped with 'Face Rad.' I finally got around to uploading the photos mentioned previously. Hopefully they can be published in the post following this one. We shall see. Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #3 at 1845. Sip. Not buzzing yet. Something I ate? Probably. I have already reread (and corrected!) last week's posts. Wow. I am not very good at math when I've been drinking! Careful readers probably noticed that I overestimated my youthful orgasms by a factor of ten or so. Either that or I was a real sex loonie.
I did 'experiment' from time to time. For example, I remember several times when I 'did it' again and again just to see how my orgasms changed. There were maybe three or four occasions of that. Call it, 'orgasm abuse.' Mother Nature does not like it. After about five orgasms I would run out of semen. The remaining orgasms would be so significantly diminished in intensity that they were no longer worth the effort. The first orgasm is always the best, and it goes downhill from there.
My lifetime orgasmic experiences prove conclusively to me that masturbatory orgasms are very powerful and very valuable self-nurturing behaviors, not to mention excellent sleeping pills. It follows, therefore, that infant sexual mutilation (Circumcision) is a very bad idea which bodes ill for the infant's future sexual and psychological life, and should therefore be prohibited. And not only prohibited: criminalized. People should go to jail for doing it.
Sipping on beer #4 at 1921. Sip.
While we're 'on the subject' I'll mention yet another benefit of masturbation: Practice. 'Practice makes perfect!' Long before I fucked my first woman I was already an expert, having practiced for years 'the arts of orgasm,' including, for example, how to avoid 'premature ejaculation' by sensing when to stop. If you don't know when to stop you lose control.
Lastly, you become very aware of your 'sexual type.' Back in the early days I had no idea that some men prefered to do sex with other men, not women! After 'getting out' of the Orphanage I discovered a 'Sears Catalog' which contained numerous photos of women in their underwear. I cut out those pages and they became my 'visual aids.' I was totally 'hererosexual.' Always have been. Always will be.
Buzzing slightly at 1944. Time to reread last week one more time...
Yep. Jew Psychology still has a long way to go...
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
Orgasm Statistics.
(5)
The question arises: Do the number of orgasms per year significantly affect the emotional and/or intellectual development of the adoloscent human male?
My guess is that few Jews would ever come up with this question. It would therefore 'never become a study.' But in this age of circumcision 'turmoil' I think the question is very, very relevant.
So I hereby offer my personal statistics toward such a study:
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Age 7: About 4 spontaneous orgasms (while running).
Age 9: About 25 orgasms. (masturbation)
Age 10: About 50 orgasms.
age 11: About 600 orgasms.
age 12: About 600 orgasms.
age 13: About 700 orgasms.
age 14: About 700 orgasms.
age 15: About 700 orgasms.
Age 16: About 700 orgasms.
Age 17-age 27: About 3500 orgasms.
Age 27-age 37: About 3500 orgasms.
Age 37-age 47: About 3500 orgasms
Age 47-age 57 About 2000 orgasms.
Age 57-67 About 1000 orgasms.
Age 67-77 About 600 orgasms.
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The question arises: Do the number of orgasms per year significantly affect the emotional and/or intellectual development of the adoloscent human male?
My guess is that few Jews would ever come up with this question. It would therefore 'never become a study.' But in this age of circumcision 'turmoil' I think the question is very, very relevant.
So I hereby offer my personal statistics toward such a study:
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Age 7: About 4 spontaneous orgasms (while running).
Age 9: About 25 orgasms. (masturbation)
Age 10: About 50 orgasms.
age 11: About 600 orgasms.
age 12: About 600 orgasms.
age 13: About 700 orgasms.
age 14: About 700 orgasms.
age 15: About 700 orgasms.
Age 16: About 700 orgasms.
Age 17-age 27: About 3500 orgasms.
Age 27-age 37: About 3500 orgasms.
Age 37-age 47: About 3500 orgasms
Age 47-age 57 About 2000 orgasms.
Age 57-67 About 1000 orgasms.
Age 67-77 About 600 orgasms.
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Knowing...
(4)
Oooo! Poetic!
(Sorry, Doc, but you've been reading too much Judeo-Psycho Propaganda about me. Believe it or not, I really know much more about my life than they know, or you know. Really. I know it's hard to believe...)
Working on beer #8 at 0032. Sip.
Jewish people are so strange.
And I have my own theories about that. I think that Jew Psychology is powerfully shaped by Phantom Foreskin Syndrome. Few Jew 'psychologists' would (I imagine) agree.
But PFS should also be experienced by 'honorary Jews.' Yet many or most 'honorary Jews' don't seem to fall within the category. Or do they?
My brother David comes to mind...
And now that I think about it... David has always been a Jew to me. Orgasm Deficient. Eheh.
(Naughty! (You don't read this, do you, David?) I hope not.)
Sip. And now that I have actually written it in my blog, I think we should characterize the term 'Orgasm Deficiency' as a psychological category leading to major emotional problems in adulthood. Jew psychologists will have a difficult time accepting this.
I consider myself to be totally normal. Indeed, I could never have survived being stalked for a lifetime had I not been fully prepared to handle the various challenges involved.
Which brings us to 'mathematics interesting to Jew psychologists.'
Eheh.
Oooo! Poetic!
(Sorry, Doc, but you've been reading too much Judeo-Psycho Propaganda about me. Believe it or not, I really know much more about my life than they know, or you know. Really. I know it's hard to believe...)
Working on beer #8 at 0032. Sip.
Jewish people are so strange.
And I have my own theories about that. I think that Jew Psychology is powerfully shaped by Phantom Foreskin Syndrome. Few Jew 'psychologists' would (I imagine) agree.
But PFS should also be experienced by 'honorary Jews.' Yet many or most 'honorary Jews' don't seem to fall within the category. Or do they?
My brother David comes to mind...
And now that I think about it... David has always been a Jew to me. Orgasm Deficient. Eheh.
(Naughty! (You don't read this, do you, David?) I hope not.)
Sip. And now that I have actually written it in my blog, I think we should characterize the term 'Orgasm Deficiency' as a psychological category leading to major emotional problems in adulthood. Jew psychologists will have a difficult time accepting this.
I consider myself to be totally normal. Indeed, I could never have survived being stalked for a lifetime had I not been fully prepared to handle the various challenges involved.
Which brings us to 'mathematics interesting to Jew psychologists.'
Eheh.
The Witch Doctor? Really? We shall see...
(3)
By the way, T.S. Elliot was the poet who drummed up that previous quote.
Sipping on beer #6 at 2202. Burp. Sip. Time to reread last week's posts. I read them sober last Sunday and did not like. But I'm always willing to let such posts 'ferment' for a week or so before 'revising them...'
Wow. Totally different when I'm buzzing! Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 2230. Sip.
I've taken various photographs of my Booger Bible and my Rad Log (previously, Gas Log) and I have a huge collection of bloody 'facial tissues.' I will present appropriate photographs of such on next week's blog. Sip.
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Now what?! Hmm. I'm thinking... no, that won't work... No I can't tell you...
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Now! There's an idea! Now! Really good idea... Really.
Here. Another good idea!
Put two and two together...
Now and Here... Here and Now... Herenow!
Be. Here. Now.
Be Here Now. Do it as often as you can. I'll bet you can't. Don't blame me.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBQUrQ6EFso
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I went to see my Witch Doctor.
I told him:
'They zap me with microwave cannons.'
He prescribed a powerful antibiotic.
Because I was wheezing so much.
He 'spared me' the X-Ray radiation.
Damned white of him!
I took it.
Now the same thing is happening again.
I won't go back to see my Witch Doctor.
I took my temperature: 98.4
After two more nights of wheezing I took my
Temperature again: 98.2.
I am not 'sick.'
I am only 'irradiated.'
I should consult a Physist.
Not a Witch Doctor.
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By the way, T.S. Elliot was the poet who drummed up that previous quote.
Sipping on beer #6 at 2202. Burp. Sip. Time to reread last week's posts. I read them sober last Sunday and did not like. But I'm always willing to let such posts 'ferment' for a week or so before 'revising them...'
Wow. Totally different when I'm buzzing! Sip.
Back from the fridge with beer #7 at 2230. Sip.
I've taken various photographs of my Booger Bible and my Rad Log (previously, Gas Log) and I have a huge collection of bloody 'facial tissues.' I will present appropriate photographs of such on next week's blog. Sip.
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Now what?! Hmm. I'm thinking... no, that won't work... No I can't tell you...
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Now! There's an idea! Now! Really good idea... Really.
Here. Another good idea!
Put two and two together...
Now and Here... Here and Now... Herenow!
Be. Here. Now.
Be Here Now. Do it as often as you can. I'll bet you can't. Don't blame me.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MBQUrQ6EFso
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I went to see my Witch Doctor.
I told him:
'They zap me with microwave cannons.'
He prescribed a powerful antibiotic.
Because I was wheezing so much.
He 'spared me' the X-Ray radiation.
Damned white of him!
I took it.
Now the same thing is happening again.
I won't go back to see my Witch Doctor.
I took my temperature: 98.4
After two more nights of wheezing I took my
Temperature again: 98.2.
I am not 'sick.'
I am only 'irradiated.'
I should consult a Physist.
Not a Witch Doctor.
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Monday, December 02, 2013
Death is nothing. Nothing!
(2)
Don't get me wrong: I am not at all afraid to die. And I especially like the idea of a sudden death. Indeed, I have planned on a quick and easy death ever since that warm sunny afternoon back in the mid '70s when I was mowing the lawn and I felt a 'jolt' in my chest. My heart had 'skipped a beat.' I went to the doctor. He said I had some sort of 'arrythmia.' I had first felt that 'jolt' as a flight instructor working for Cole's Aviation back in the late '60s - early '70s. It boded ill for my career.
I have since had many, many 'jolts.' Eventually a blood pressure medication (Atenolol) reduced the frequency of those 'jolts' to near zero. I still take it.
But I also still like the idea of a quick, sudden death. True, I won't have time for a quickie 'Perfect Act of Contrition' but I don't like that creepy little Jewish God anyway. And I don't worry about 'eternity.' That is for children.
I plan to do it eventually with my .357 if necessary. We shall see.
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 0901. Sip. Buzzing very slightly. Sip.
But before leaving this creepy subject, it strikes me that you might be interested in my theory of 'suicide by .357.' Sound interesting? Here it is:
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We all die. It's only natural. We are born, we die. But death can be excrutiatingly painful and/or 'drawn out over time.' A 'timely suicide' might be advisable. What would it feel like to blow your brains out with your .357? Here is my analysis, just for you:
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'Pulling the trigger' will be the final hurdle. All misery is involved with that. But once you actually 'pull the trigger,' what follows? NOTHING! As Don Juan said in (Journey to Ixtland?): 'Death is nothing. Nothing!'
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Your last few miliseconds wont register at all. You won't even feel the end of 'trigger-pull resistance.' True, the 'trigger collapse' will be experienced by your index (trigger) finger. True, those nerve signals will begin the journey up to your sensory cortex. But they will never arrive. You won't feel the trigger pull.
Nor will you hear the explosion. The noise will arrive at the eardrum behind the bullet. And it takes time for auditory inputs to be 'interpreted' by the auditory brain. There won't be enough time for that.
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The bullet will travel through the brain in milliseconds. The path of the bullet will totally destroy whatever brain tissue it encounters. But will the remaining parts of the brain be able to 'experience?' No. The rest of the brain will be instantly destroyed by the 'pressure wave' produced by the bullet.
Nothing will ever happen to you again. Nothing!
Never... ever... ever...
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This is the way the world ends;
This is the way the world ends;
This is the way the world ends;
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Don't get me wrong: I am not at all afraid to die. And I especially like the idea of a sudden death. Indeed, I have planned on a quick and easy death ever since that warm sunny afternoon back in the mid '70s when I was mowing the lawn and I felt a 'jolt' in my chest. My heart had 'skipped a beat.' I went to the doctor. He said I had some sort of 'arrythmia.' I had first felt that 'jolt' as a flight instructor working for Cole's Aviation back in the late '60s - early '70s. It boded ill for my career.
I have since had many, many 'jolts.' Eventually a blood pressure medication (Atenolol) reduced the frequency of those 'jolts' to near zero. I still take it.
But I also still like the idea of a quick, sudden death. True, I won't have time for a quickie 'Perfect Act of Contrition' but I don't like that creepy little Jewish God anyway. And I don't worry about 'eternity.' That is for children.
I plan to do it eventually with my .357 if necessary. We shall see.
Back from the fridge with beer #5 at 0901. Sip. Buzzing very slightly. Sip.
But before leaving this creepy subject, it strikes me that you might be interested in my theory of 'suicide by .357.' Sound interesting? Here it is:
----------
We all die. It's only natural. We are born, we die. But death can be excrutiatingly painful and/or 'drawn out over time.' A 'timely suicide' might be advisable. What would it feel like to blow your brains out with your .357? Here is my analysis, just for you:
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'Pulling the trigger' will be the final hurdle. All misery is involved with that. But once you actually 'pull the trigger,' what follows? NOTHING! As Don Juan said in (Journey to Ixtland?): 'Death is nothing. Nothing!'
----------
Your last few miliseconds wont register at all. You won't even feel the end of 'trigger-pull resistance.' True, the 'trigger collapse' will be experienced by your index (trigger) finger. True, those nerve signals will begin the journey up to your sensory cortex. But they will never arrive. You won't feel the trigger pull.
Nor will you hear the explosion. The noise will arrive at the eardrum behind the bullet. And it takes time for auditory inputs to be 'interpreted' by the auditory brain. There won't be enough time for that.
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The bullet will travel through the brain in milliseconds. The path of the bullet will totally destroy whatever brain tissue it encounters. But will the remaining parts of the brain be able to 'experience?' No. The rest of the brain will be instantly destroyed by the 'pressure wave' produced by the bullet.
Nothing will ever happen to you again. Nothing!
Never... ever... ever...
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This is the way the world ends;
This is the way the world ends;
This is the way the world ends;
Not with a bang but a whimper.
Is DPR a Killer?
(1)
First sip of beer #1 at 1920. Sip. It's been a bizarre 10 days or so since writing my last blog entry: microwave radiation has been extremely heavy both day and night. 'Face Rad' (Microwave Radiation felt mostly in the facial areas: eyes, nose, skin, scalp) has caused much nasal mucus, requiring frequent 'nose-blows.' All that radiation and all those nose blows eventually culminated in lots of bloody, snotty facial tissues. An entry in my Rad Log on Thursday reads: 'Nasal system swollen, painful.' And the blood got really impressive beginning about Friday. So I began to 'collect' bloody tissues as 'evidence.' I also smeared some of those bloody snots into my 'Booger Bible' and my daily 'Radiation log.' Quite impressive! And by the way, my 'INR' was only 2.0 around this time, the lowest acceptable; therefore the bloody snots were not due to a high INR. (I'm being zapped as I type this, and the stalker above me is making sounds on the floor. My nose is running, but no blood yet. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1940. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1942. Sip.
But wait! There's more!)
Face Rad is fun Jewish entertainment, apparently, but DPR is even funner! 'What is DPR' (you ask)? Deep Penetrating (Microwave) Radiation. DPR causes both symetrical and (usually) non-symetrical 'burning sensations in one or both lungs, resulting in coughing up a thick mucus. They usually zap me with this mode while I am in bed trying to sleep. Since I sleep either on my right or left side, the source of this radiation is usually quite obvious. (Nose blows and coughs just now resulted in bloody snots and thick cough mucus.) Over the (several day) course of this most recent attack of DPR, my voice has become significantly lower. (I like it, but I can do without it, thank you.)
Face Rad cooks the parts of your eyes which don't have a (cooling) blood supply. Your only defense is 'tears.' Face Rad produces much 'tearing' and results in 'cataracts.' Apparently, nasal mucosa combats unwanted heating with... mucus! The 'exact cause' of nasal bleeding is obscure. Sip. ('Organized, this ain't.)
And 'buzzing' I ain't. Sip.
I'm worried about that DPR. It could kill me.
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 2036. Sip. Buzzing minimally.
First sip of beer #1 at 1920. Sip. It's been a bizarre 10 days or so since writing my last blog entry: microwave radiation has been extremely heavy both day and night. 'Face Rad' (Microwave Radiation felt mostly in the facial areas: eyes, nose, skin, scalp) has caused much nasal mucus, requiring frequent 'nose-blows.' All that radiation and all those nose blows eventually culminated in lots of bloody, snotty facial tissues. An entry in my Rad Log on Thursday reads: 'Nasal system swollen, painful.' And the blood got really impressive beginning about Friday. So I began to 'collect' bloody tissues as 'evidence.' I also smeared some of those bloody snots into my 'Booger Bible' and my daily 'Radiation log.' Quite impressive! And by the way, my 'INR' was only 2.0 around this time, the lowest acceptable; therefore the bloody snots were not due to a high INR. (I'm being zapped as I type this, and the stalker above me is making sounds on the floor. My nose is running, but no blood yet. Sip. End of beer #1 at 1940. Back from the fridge with beer #2 at 1942. Sip.
But wait! There's more!)
Face Rad is fun Jewish entertainment, apparently, but DPR is even funner! 'What is DPR' (you ask)? Deep Penetrating (Microwave) Radiation. DPR causes both symetrical and (usually) non-symetrical 'burning sensations in one or both lungs, resulting in coughing up a thick mucus. They usually zap me with this mode while I am in bed trying to sleep. Since I sleep either on my right or left side, the source of this radiation is usually quite obvious. (Nose blows and coughs just now resulted in bloody snots and thick cough mucus.) Over the (several day) course of this most recent attack of DPR, my voice has become significantly lower. (I like it, but I can do without it, thank you.)
Face Rad cooks the parts of your eyes which don't have a (cooling) blood supply. Your only defense is 'tears.' Face Rad produces much 'tearing' and results in 'cataracts.' Apparently, nasal mucosa combats unwanted heating with... mucus! The 'exact cause' of nasal bleeding is obscure. Sip. ('Organized, this ain't.)
And 'buzzing' I ain't. Sip.
I'm worried about that DPR. It could kill me.
Back from the fridge with beer #4 at 2036. Sip. Buzzing minimally.
