The man and the his visitor

There was this house far from the city. The house was near some other houses that formed a suburb. In this one particular house sat a man in a large room with a television. The man watched television. The visitor was new to the area. The visitor knocked on the door , and the man screamed for the visitor to come in. The man was puzzled and the visitor kept smiling. The man didn't want an explanation. He just wanted to watch TV. The visitor stood in the same room doing nothing but looking out into the vast room.The man hardly acknowledged the vistor, and he didn't know the stranger as well. The visitor took off his shoes and curled his feet and toes as to relax a little bit. He smiled and rubbed his hands together so he could get comfortable. He still stood near the door. The entertainment center was within a few meters.
The visitor glanced at the TV. The man sat and watched the visitor and said nothing. He decided to have a cigar. He had to dig in his pocket, for a lighter, because of the way he was sitting in a comfort chair. He had a cigar sitting on his little convenient table next to the chair. The vistor stood and watched. Nothing had been said between the two. The man was a little perplexed as to why this strange man was in his house, but the man couldn't seem to mind. The visitor was extremely humble. There was a sofa that was on the side of the door. The visitor decided to sit there. The man seemed to be very glad this person was here; even though, he didn't know the visitor. Now the man didn't feel so lonely. The visitor sat on the sofa and man held an unlit cigar in one hand and a plastic lighter in the other hand. He stoppped himself from lighting the cigar and watched the television. The visitor, with a grin, crossed his legs and folded his hands. The visitor sat patiently.

Drainage

The time had come to enter the new sphere of knowing. The laziness of not doing was to end. The fright would also come to an end. But most important of all. No more of the painful BS. The ugly BS we see everyday with behavior that crap plastic. Some people you want to punch. but of course, punching ends to. The cynicism must end, or I will die of mania. Crap, the phone rings and all the lazy people do nothing. Drain the cynical bastards.

no bs please

The early dawn time came fast from nightfall. There was much light now and the sun was very hot. The weather was unbearable and our destination was getting closer. It was a shopping complex and one of the shops near the end looked most appealing. I think it was a sub shop. We were on the main road. The question is how do we get to our shop when the sun is scorching our brains. Adieu

Searching , I don't know

Green Tea. Tastes good. They say drinking green tea can have some healthy aspects. It's a change of pace from drinking black tea. It would be cool to build a custom computer. There is so much negatvity surrounding companies that make pc's. Really, I just want to try my arm at building one. Besides some of the cases are really neat designs.

Computer Building

I want to build computers. For some time This is what I wanted to do. I would also like to weld. I would do welding type art. The use of a flame to attach metal is really cool. Problem is I don't have much space. I guess I would need a workshop. Computer building I could do in the basement. I've heard of people doing massive clusters for super computing needs. I don't really have any supercomputing needs . Well thats not true, I do have needs but I won;t say what for. So how are you weblog reader. Not much else here. Live Long And Prosper

Work Around the Clock

At work we haven't had much work lately. We stay busy. One needs to stay busy in life. There are no shortages of not so much enthusastic people because they do nothing. I guess I could say do nothings. I am really worried. My fragile body is breaking, and I am too young. I am not sticking to the topic of staying busy. I am not exercising and I am falling apart. My arm won't fall off, but I am getting flabby. Busy, Get Busy.

I've been reacting to the word placeholder lately. My role has been that of a placeholder. Waiting for the real thing. I am totally fake. I make my living of being fake. I love fake. To be real is to be fake. Conducive to Real Fake I am.

You are A clone says the underworld whisper

How's is life treating you. My life is full of clinging and misunderstandings. I don't think I know how to communicate. I really fake it during interviews and meetings. I get most of the work done right. I don't know what is happening

should have kept on blogging

I should have written some more. There was a positve aspect to the whole thing. I wonder what happened along the way. Maybe there was too much nonsense that was said. Anyhow.