Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Tuesday, August 21, 2007

cyber-thrill?

I almost have my printer up & running again -- on the 2nd of Trish's days off, I called Stellar about the full-feature version of the software for my HP OfficeJet -- I wanted OCR, back when this strange trip started. Simply OCR. No "upgrades" to equipment I can't afford. Waiting a month for Fearless Taco to mail it. Nothing like that. All I wanted was to be able to scan Insanity Can Be Fun! into the machine.

When it looked like none of this would happen, Stellar -- Marti, in particular -- offered to download the drivers for free. After Trish got out of the tub we went over to the downtown mall, where the woman nearly had the disk downloaded. She told us to come back 15 minutes later, so we took 80 buckadingdongs out of the Iron Claw Credit Union. When we arrived, she was in the process of burning it -- last minute glitch; she said to call her cell phone if it didn't work when we got it home.

Didn't work.

She has broadband; file should be available today.

Before we discovered that it didn't work, we paid the water bill -- in June, we used up 4K, July 12K, & August 8K. Why? I can't find any leaks, & if there's one inside the wall, it's going to be terribly expensive to fix.

We ate at the Invisible Soup Kitchen -- dry burgers & chili (I didn't think of making it into a chili burger until after I had ketchup on it). The only reason I occasionally go there is the food. I don't care to hear the preacher. What he's doing is so far removed from true religion isn't funny.

There is no "true religion," "one true Truth," rather, religion is evolving in the direction of truth -- & whether or not it arrives there depends on whether the selection processes are material or divine -- I do not say "from God" because monotheism may someday no longer exist.

After a lot of shouting/Bible thumping, we bought $20 in groceries at Albertson's. Once home, I relaxed a bit, before putting the new disk in the old machine & making the call.

We watched Shania upstairs until the heat went up. A/c wouldn't kick in 'cause the thermostat didn't show enough heat outside, so we took advantage of the cable in the basement. We wound up watching the Enterprise marathon on the Skiffy Chanel. We went to bed about 10:00, & I slept soundly -- but have been Cranky Bear around Trish, I think because the Seroquel may be wearing off. Personally, I'd like Abilify & thorazine, but to have this drug cocktail, I'd need to wait until October.

Trish has been having a lot of "racing thoughts" regarding the school year & the buses. I feel it may be worthwhile to treat her with lithium, although Karen -- not the skinny dog, the case manager -- is opposed to the drug, because of side effects. (All drugs have side effects. It's in the nature of any evolved entity to have reused biological circuitry that will react to something designed to operate on an alternate system.

We also need some more Viagra. I felt like having some fun last nite, then the experience was aborted as I felt no arousal when Trish asked, television on. We won't be able to pick up any more free samples until Thursday, unless Car-girl can do it earlier. I just hope that the D. Fantasy won't turn into a Philip K. Fantasy. & in a few more days, the K. Fantasy will be home from Oreo-gon, perhaps wondering, When am I going to get some? This is the problem with Philip Fantasies: they tend to create friction. Were I without Risperdal, my orgasm-death might triumphantly become transmuted into Life.

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