There’s a long distance train
Driving through the rain
Tears on the letter I write
There a woman I long to touch
And I’m missing her so much
But she’s drifting like a satellite --- A song by a Guy
In other dawg related news; trouble sleeping even with sleeping meds. Stress and shit. I just wrote an extra smarmy answer to an Amazon question. Those unfamiliar --- not only does amazon ask you for reviews if you buy shit, but if someone asks a question about a product you’ve bought they ask if you can answer it. Doesn’t matter how long ago you bought it.
I’ve ignored some particularly stupid questions, like on a set of speakers; Do these sound good and will they hook up to my unit? (Yes, I know, ‘hook up to my unit’ seems like smarmy gold, doesn’t it?) Or K-cup review; Will I like this coffee? What does it taste like? (Yes, more smarmy gold; it tastes like ass, you’ll love it). Whoever said there was no such thing as a stupid question … likely regretted saying that.
This question that I decided to answer a few minutes wasn’t exactly stupid, but it seemed, I don’t know, like someone instead of admitting they were a novice trying to sound informed. They asked if this brick of pu-erh I purchased two years ago was fermented. Ok, it was a little stupid, the description said it was aged for years and part of what makes pu-erh pu-erh (besides the type of leaf and the province) is the fermentation process. And the real gist of it was would it help with his/her diet.
As I understand it many chinese will drink pu-erh after a particularly fatty meal, like, say, duck, because pu-erh is sort of a mild digestif and has some enzymes that aid in, if not breaking down fat, at least help in the digestion. So I wrote this sort of smarmy, very didactic, little bit tongue in cheek long ass answer that ended in both a good recommendation for the product (for the price) and dieters teas (which usually are laxatives and taste like the reaction they produce).
Hmmm, I did some other silly inconsequential dawg activity as well, forgot it. I also have this thing for this woman. I’ve had this thing and it gets stronger and deeper and more profound and if there was anyway I could feel bad about it it’d be how very shallow I have been prior to her. I don’t believe in soul mates, I don’t believe there is one person out there for everyone, but I’ve come to believe if you don’t feel it in your bones you’re just marking time. Get divorced a few times and you’ll know how very crushing it is to view your entire romantic life in terms of marking time.
That’s about as chatty as I’m going to get on the subject. It’s as chatty as I’ve gotten too. You’ll notice it’s just about me too. There are never going to be details. OD, about to be out from the sight of man and god, documented every moment of my last marriage. It’s probably what sank the old girl (the website, not the wife). I have no opinion on the soundness of that idea, but if I were giving advice I’d probably lean towards; don’t do it. That’s neither here nor there, well, it might be there, but there won’t there soon, if not now.
This is here and I’m proud to be a part of this number.
I’m going to try my damnedest to keep my dad at home. Christ knows it’d be easier to put him in a home, more reasonable, more sensible, probably more ethical. I’m operating under the assumption that when he was of sound mind that’d be his wish. I don’t understand people saying that about the dead. Me personally, I don’t have wishs that need followed when I’m dead, that’d be your problem and I’m not asking you to make it your problem. The living, however, are a different story.
Ok, I’m spent.
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