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[box] I would like to point out that no mention of the bullet point form topics was mentioned. [/box] I’m glad I remembered the title because there was lemon cake and … well.. Lemon cake. The origin story of lemon cake for me, goes all the way back to when I never learned gradients. Lemon cake was always just awesome. Those that I might grade as very different qualities today were ignored as a young child not having a lot of conversations with my parents. My Mom did make a special lemon pound cake. It was a delicious solid pound cake, not quite dry, but not really moist. It wasn’t bread. These really are not lemon cakes. They’re oversized… oh. What do you call those ..

ah, not important.

I love pound cake more than lemon cake really, My Mother made a pound cake and the lemon was great. and then she drizzled a thick golden yellow semi solidifying icing sludge. The top of the cake looked like the gutter at the end of our driveway. As I think back, my memory has adjusted so that the yellows were very similar. Our eyes do this, but in this instance, the unreliable colour memory match was secondary to the verification his story is true.

Crap.  I’ve done it again.  I’ve time travelled.

You have not time travelled you nitwit.

Nitwit. Cool. I think that’s worth 5 points, isn’t it? Yes, although technically a few countries use it but only because we conquered everyone who used the term imbecile or fool.

Oh that’s horrible. You know you would have slaughtered most of them even if they’d agreed to say nitwit.

Anyway – shut up about that. You sounded in real distress… (pointing with a look he knows)  And shut up about I can’t hear. I know how our fucking universe works Ranj… and … I’m … telling you. I’ve been here before. I know what is going to happen next.

… heavy sigh. And of course, this happens now… as you’ve just … started writing fiction.

I was never writing fiction. I’m writing scripts written as if I were living now in the character. In fact, I am not writing scripts. I am transcribing. These are the transcripts of the all mighty NOW.

What did you just do?  What did you say – -argh – type, whatever they’re calling our consciousness now. Did you just create a new expression for God that suits your own needs?  Did you just —

STOP. Don’t start getting in the territory where we both realize your argument is silly but you still need to defend your belief in the story, in order to get the bake sale and charity car wash money that pays for Ron’s son to be in the Special Olympics.

Now listen. Arrrrrr I hear the bell.

I told you. Everybody hates that fucking service bell.

What?

Those bells. Those shrill silver dome things you click once to assure your service technician arrives in a bad, suddenly disturbed mood. I hate that bell. It os one of those noises that seem to travel just a teeny bit faster than the others, slicing the air.

Whoa.  I don’t hate bells at all.

… oh.  That never occurred to me. My fear of being started is based on the sources of such startles as a younger child, probably between birth and age 5 – or so. I will credit the wording I use is all that I can remember of the idea. Base core memories are observed and burned in the first five years. Do your best to have them learn that the lies they’ve been getting in trouble for are meaningless to the discovery of the lies your parents tell, and laugh.

Hey man. You need a Snickers.  You’re starting to sound like the toaster.

I had toast this morning.

the buzzer goes off to the side. A slight murmur of the small crowd in attendance was almost perfectly in unison with their expressions of; oh fuck I thought we’d gotten rid of that buzzer gag.

No.  Side betting is the new culture in a word where nobody wanted to work, so nobody has to. We all make money betting on what other people will decide, thus making the pressure far greater than ever on those of us who can’t decide.

Ah yes… but we have you covered.

Do you pay for me?

ha ha… not what I meant and you know it. You also know it pisses me of that I do in fact pay for everyone like you. I live in Canada.

Just be thankful the Orange ones don’t get in.

What?

There are more of you?

Nevermind.


Let me explain how I went back in time.

I knoooow.

You do?

Yes.

You’ve just been shitting me this whole time?  Do you know how?

How what? How I went back in tiiiime?

Nooooo… You didn’t.  We were pranking.  You guys call it PUNKE’D I think.

I’m pretty sure we all try really hard to call it absolutely anything else..

But this is not a prank.  It’s another glitch in this universe.

Raj you keep trying to get us to believe in some crazy theory.

No. I am asking that you consider yours is a similar but different crazy theory.

The Gre–

No. I stop you.

What?  Really? You think you can stop me? It’s my quote and I like to use it when it seems fitting.

I’m older than you. I remember when I first understood the difference between … well let’s just say, the longer you’re here, the more loops you get to learn from.

I’m telling you.  I skipped a loop.  I looped back.

I can prove it.

Well, of course, we need to see proof of this magical power. How?

I want you to stay silent. Don’t respond, ok? oh wait.. You can say ok that you understand by then wait.

I think I remember this prank Raj. You just ignore it and then in an hour you call back and when I answer you sound electrocuted.

Shhhh

Don’t SHHHHHH

Shhhh the shhhus — Her hands go up to each side with a flair to silence everyone.

Wait…. Wait…. I travelled back in time, and I did it from here. I happen to know the next thing will be my own words from before, continued in the same format that I recognize.  Wait.  Shhh. “I was amazed this year to disco–

I was amazed this year to discover that … click click I could swap out the new USB without that waiting period the nerds keep telling you could be as bad as somebody stealing your computer.

(He wants to speak more, but she grabs him and runs out the door)

Strangely, without anybody really noticing the incongruity, Ranj pops his head up from the back and yells, we tried to explain having your laptop stolen is way-way worse. How could you not understand that?

We stop for a moment, and Raj cocks his head slightly like a dog does when it’s curious. I open my mouth to say something but realize there is no way to come out of that alive if by chance he thinks I’m relating dogs to — argh.

oh no!

What?

We might just have changed history!?!?  Oh shit.

what?  What?  You are nuts. You know you’re just tripping right?  You didn’t time travel.

but… there was more!  Quite a bit more.. I think.

More what?

Well… we started talking, and so the NOW went down our stream instead of the one it was destined to —

you know how I feel about destiny?

No I don’t.  What? Why would you say I know how you feel about destin–

“You are my density.”

Ha. 15 points setup and risky joke that ends up being a mild irritation if you’re wrong.

However – di you realize I’m talking about time travel. Makes the joke double point payoff.

I believe we could be in… well… I guess we’ll never know, I mean it was only a 15-second difference at most. I stalled your NOW and changed 15 seconds.
Big Deal.

Just then a construction beam from the ceiling swings down and slices his head off.

How long was that?

26 Seconds.

Then it was his time to go.

I have an idea.

Well, do we want those 15 seconds back?  We’ve already compensated our schedules and changed our watches. NOW doesn’t stop when you have to tie a lace.

But I have an idea.

Ok.. You might not love this next part.

Ok. Wha do yo–

SHHH.  (The look)  SHH

Silence.

The second set of silence, although there was no way for humans to see they were clearly separate.

pause

Ranj has one of those accents that we used to be allowed to laugh at because they can be hilariously funny at times. I get it. I understand that we need to be nicer to each other because apparently, words hurt way more than sticks and stones.  It should have been tanks and bombs can break our bones, but you better believe you’re going to be grateful you get to hear those words nagging you ass to get the clothes out of the dryer.

pause pause

Oh.  I guess that’s it.

Well, that was hardly 15 seconds just now.

Yes it was

no it wasn’t

yes it was.

Well this isn’t an argument.

DING – I’m sorry. The five minutes are up.

DING?!?!  Where did you get that bell?  Why on earth would you have the exact bell I just finished describing is on the shelf in my bedroom in hell… and the subway that runs between the bathroom and my bed isn’t actually as loud as you might expect, well I guess really it probably is loud but everything is so loud it kind of just all hums after a while. It’s the vibration that drives me nuts. They picked a good hell for me.

I thought vibrations was kind of your thing.

This vibration makes the bell fall at random and unpre… at completely random times. I just higher each new time because now I’m awake. I don’t like fireworks, backfires, forward fire, yappy dogs that don’t know the door makes that noise all day.

We are probably alike in how we react to some things in life, and even in how we react to a startle may have similarities, but for me, the noise usually has the additional side effect of wiping my memory clear.  I will often stand wherever I was when the noise broke my stream. To be fair, you’ll quickly learn as you read my style, I tend to forget my place a lot these days. Most humorously, in the continuous examples that virtually every single blog post in this collection starts off with an idea not even remotely related to the title.

You might be mistaking the quirkiness of my titles and judging it either fail or a genius with the incorrect data. Yes…

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oh crap.

now what? I thought we fixed it. We’re back. It was one paragraph.  Two sentences.

so what’s the problem now? Can you finish the ending up?  That’s your other speciality right?  Did you say you have a mental storage of all the commonly interchangeable sentence ends that are not commital?

Oh God. Do I sound like that?  It does sound like me.

Once you explained you add more stones to the yellow brick road so it winds and you have longer to think up the best ending.

That doesn’t sound like me.

It sounds like a student of your teachings making it my own.

Retell the stories.

Together they say; Things that go without saying need to be said more often.

Do you hit the t hard in often?

ok.  so we’re good?

Well…

The shushes.

Yes. You were being cheeky.  You won’t like this my Captain. Shush.

Right.

So where are they?

I’m sure they’re up there. They were ages ago,

Were they?

But I did go back in time! I swear.

Yeah, I know. It happens all the time when you sit in that chair. When Alice walks by, it sparks and wiggles just enough that you don’t notice but you start reading a paragraph previous.

oh.

Well, that makes sense.

Well… yeah. MOre sense than going back in time.

It’s not that crazy. Hold on. Be fair. None of us is prepared to learn whatever we learn that is beyond our version of possible. Admit it. Not one of you is going to just accept it.  Look how hard it is to get idiots to stop believing your guy can walk on water and – get this – I said he was the son of God and they bought it but.

but?

But then I said.. he IS God.

Wait, what?  The son of God is God?

Hold on a second.  What is happening here?

oh my god. Why is everything such drama with you? What? Nothing is happening… well, except that beam that chopped off his head right in front of us.

You don’t notice anything?

When did we become Gods?

What do you mean?

Well, a moment ago I was alone… and then you came at me.

I didn’t come at you.

No, but you did come out of nowhere.

Everywhere is out of nowhere.

Wait.  Really?  We’re Gods?

Oh.  Huh.  I never really noticed before but everything makes a lot more sense. How long have we been gods? I seriously don’t remember anything before waking up on the couch just now when you dinged.. when you make that memory shatter my joy. It was either just now, and a million years ago. We were not counting the time between till the third one.

Did you say you don’t remember anything before waking up just now?

Yeah. It’ll come back I’m sure. I bet I could ride a ronkle like I did when I was 5.

No.  You don’t understand. None of us do. We all just woke up. No memory.

Wait… really?  Everyone?

Well, how do you know we’re Gods?

(waves arm, explosion, planet and industrialization)  I’ve been doing that for about 20 minutes. It’s great fun, and then Donny has created this galaxy with two suns that doesn’t quite work, so he destroys every galaxy I create. It seemed appropriate for the metaphor.

So maybe this is how Gods start. BAM here you are sucked in. Start making what you need.  Maybe God was Adam. Maybe he made Eve out of his rib. Then he says, I will treat you right, but you must remain loyal to me. She says; well of course God. I am loyal to you.

God and his sib-wing companion live for quite some time in paradise. You might confuse the workers in the garden with migrant workers, but the actual truth is, the colour of human’s skin is actually directly related to where on the globe they evolved to best suit the temperatures and conditions of the sun.

So who are you?  Who’s THE God?  Is it Mom?

Who Who Who… What?  No.  This is before that. When there were Gods for everything.  Leanard Pilksmith is the god of Hershey’s Walnut kisses.

OoOoOOoo… so close.

That’s what I said. I said, Jeff will say you were close.  He loves the regular Hershey’s kisses.

Oh.  By the way. The shushes were all shushed and accounted for?

How do you know? Did you go look? We’re not supposed to read back you know.

I didn’t. I just know.

You just know. I bet.

I am the God of WordPress.

It all makes sense now.

Doesn’t it?

No. Not at all. God of WordPress doesn’t get sarcasm.

They never invented literary sarcasm. It was always hidden so the dumb people would learn the totally opposite wrong facts.

Do you know that when they first started to give black people the right to vote, West Virginia passed a law all radio and TV ads had to give polling information in a sarcastic tone, using extremely obvious incorrect answers.

What? I don’t believe that for an instant.

You’re right. It was fake news.

Of course, it was.

It was actually Florida.

Well, that I can believe.

blackout.

End of Part 1

Sunday Feb 18th 2018

 

Wait, what? Shocking Realizations

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Doesn’t it bother anyone else that an apple with a bit out of it is the symbol for betrayal, evil, and the creation of hell.

Oh yeah, and a computer company.

 

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SUPERPOWER

If you believe that the story is the only prize. The story is all. The storyeller are the winners.

If you believe in the story, then there is little difference between good and bad. If you understand the power of creating your own stories, then any situation no longer has a happy ending or a horrid ending. Both have a good story.  To anyone who didn’t share the NOW, the story is what survives… and you get to tell it, not only to anyone who’ll listen, but you get to tell the story to yourself.

Understanding the story gives you a superpower. If all outcomes are equal, and the reward is the gift of something new to share. As a bonus it also gives you the power to ignore this, and just say you understand.  hehehe.

 

 

First Jetpack Post

Weed high from 2 strong pot brownies that I review as excellent, and like KFC, is good cold too. I found a nice spot on the reation of the first two and my already suspciously joyous day was even coooler.

I started my new routine of therapy. Saying it. ding, these days, the populous is accepting typing as a new quicker way of communicating. Do not go past this site, it will give you much more information on this topic. I like to award myself a pride point here, which I use almost as In “I told you so”, because I figured out messaging was the medium I was a star in.

I used to be the king of 2 minute voice messages with the ladies. When their appearance wa removed and I could not influence my comfort by judging them on attractiveness. The nicest peole I know have all been people who may have scored lower on the insenitive 1 to 10 scale the media created for us to use. The bad way of thinking equivilent to… noooo.  don’t do it.  don’t say it.

Have we split into two people again?  You spoke up to stop me from using Germany in an anaology again. In recent sharing, we learned to hate a man we did not know 100%without question. We know there are a few peole. ding. There is an entire blank of the world that was … that suffered the stories of their elders experiences. The keepers of the stories. The 911 of … stop. Nobody would … you just can’t use examples that will be hurtful just because it might make peole think that our universe is a story.

Although I may not believe my own premis with what they have decided to call faith, It is a story that works, and can actually fit quite well into the universe you have created for yourself, whether you knew it or not.

From the moment each of donors shared their care package and sent a half off to camp, and two ones became one one.

Wait a second.  Wakka wakka wakka.  I have been writing and imagining on the premis that life begane the moment one became two. nill noticed it was diffent that it a moment ago, and as soon as there were two, they kept splitting. They expanded into the universe like am ballon can scan the entiure room like a roomba robotic vacuum cleaner scans the floor.

A baloon is like a cat, or a child with A.DD.  Eventually I will have seen all there is to see in my immediate universe. I will leave the waiting room with a bsic memory of anything I could turn into a story from that room.

I want to tell this story now.  Stop me if you’ve heard it.

ding warning sign. Repeating same stories from a grandchild perspectibe is an early sign of scary memory stories. From my current NOW, I see it as a way to remember the good stories and tell them as often as I can.

As an old person, I have colected a storage of my own bible. The word I use for cimmunity stories to share and use as anaologiesin life to help you with decsions and touch choices.

The community stories, shared by one or more speakers was where the community learned the original things that go without saying. The smart people figured out that a shared set of stories was not on;y a great way to create society and a growing world that would work.

The early afopters of American essentially had to play SIM CITY for realzies and taking advice from the Europe you left was frowned apon. Somebody smart one day declaired that Pride was a powerful tool, and if we could control pride with the offset of the concept of sin, and acceptable levels of bad.

We made bad and good too polar, and gave our youth the impression that doing things bad, was somehow actually bad. Like the Santa song goes, we taught peole to be good for godness sake, because you never know who knows your real stories.

The worst thing in my universe is having to give in to a better story, and abandon a perfectly uselful lie. Every time I am caught in an alteration of a truth brought forward as withness in the courtroom drama that is acted out in my mind, Thursdays at 7pm.

ding. Original cool idea.  Frogstar.TV The Orange Network doesn’t take sides.

Feel free to sign up and start blogging anonymously with a false persona. Tell the truth using who you imagine being, and strea, your thoughts at the speed of your typing, or the speed of your voice.

As little or a smuch as you like, but the idea behind the Orange network might be this:

 

I want to create something new, that lets shy peole not have to break the ice. I know there are many like me that can be a really good date, boyfriend husband or whatever given the chance, but those men who need to be asked give up. I imagine frequently many ways that the 70’s bar scene would have paid dearly for.

I believe it is ime for something huge, and I wish I could be found by an investor or a fan. Somebody to bring my dreams to life and make us both more comfortable than I am at the start of 2018.

Ok Google what day of the year isit?

It talks, but starts with the definition of a day and a year. It then tells me howmany days left there are this year, which would have been a valuable number to relate to, and a good goal to set… but becaue I was expecting the day of today in the year, and when I didn’t, I wasn’t ready to save the other answer.

It was the mental equivilant of swigging water out of the bottle in the fridge and discovering it was soda water instead. You may not agree, but something about the taste of soda water, sometimes referred to as tonic water, is perhaps the most vile taste I have ever asualted my mouth with, and I spent two years in my 20s as a raging alcoholic.

Sweps water with bubbles is unexplanably shocking tomy system. It does not mix with my saliva pleasently. That’s probably more extreme than I wanted to conveny. It’s more like expecting water and getting 7up.  You spit out a little bit before you catch up to what that NOW twist was and smile.

I Dadapt to the new NOW.


This portion of the Thursday addition of the new NOW nightly

The new now

The Ornage Daily monoalge.

My favourite concept of all time up till NOW is the

I stopped.  I wiped it clean.  I don’t choose to share my all time favourite because I like to have surprises. Ideas I hold on to in case I ever do find the secret or, more truthefully if ever I allow myself to cheat.

Aha.  The secret to some waterfall puzzles in life, os that not everything can be accomplished with nice and good. As you grow, whether nurtchured by the teaching comunity of school, work, churh, scouts, clubs, theatre, knitting or quit clubs… watever.

I am a huge fan of the community that gathers and shares the stories.

We think of the church as the keeper of the original stories, but sadly at some point, probably pretty early on, the idea of the community gathering regularly as a group to exchange the stories of their immediate universe.

I have learned a modern version told in the form of Star Trek so that I would not realize it was a bible story analogy of earth until I was older and saw it again, and again. Star Trek told good bible stories, but before TV, the community was the news.

WHen we learned how that guy in the book handled revenge, or anger, or whenthe girl you like asks you to help her get a nother guy to ask her to the dance.

The community stories were the Friends and Seinfeld of their time.

Stories that subtly instructed us how other people might react to situations, delivered as comedy.

I have an elaborate back story about the history of how I became a funny guy. It was a choice. The remarkable thing I say, when looking back is that I did so without being noticed. I knew I was funny, even without the clieche nagging of peers who smile and tell me I should be a commedian.

I never wanted that enough to try.

I never regretted it, but big moves like that need the other half, and That is definatly a third square chess move. I castle to run away faster than usual.

ding. Steve Memory; I laughed my guts out when best friend understudy StevE Boysen one made a joke that I didn’t react well too. I have no memory of the joke, but it landed flat and Steve turned to me and said; Whatta ya want, every one a winner?

I remember it with a slightly silly voice, but only tio make the character have more depth.

Whatta ya want, every one a winner became an instant motto for me. I adopted the concept into my work in oprgress movement towards being funny.

I wanted to call my show. Punchline News, with Orange Jeff

I just love the idea that I porefer my news filtered by things that will make me smile, and think, but in the end, delivered with a punchline. I am one of the millions of people that get by with the world knowledge of only sources delivered with a punchline.

I am an oncessive lsistener of Howard Stern as often as I can, but alwys cronologically and I have not yet given into the obcession of never missing a moment of the 3 day a week 5 hour broadcast, listened to in order, even if a week or more behind.

I confess that Imay have missed a day or

The light on my keyboard blinked at me, and I looked up.  Looked waaay up. The computer was catching up. Apparently I can NOT type at the speed of though for prolonged times.

ha!  My Computer has what I have. It needs to stop and take a breath to replay a story of the NOW that just happened.

It can fall behind in a similar way that I do. I hve seen my videos do it, and then spin ahead like an 80s video tape fast forwarding.


If I could ever send a messge back in time, it would be to share my writing and find a new partner eariler. Maybe Norman abd Egan would be interesting in joining Troy and Adam and maybe Daniel is a community project.

My idea.

Frogstar.TV rentable news segments. If you watch The Daily show they frequently have a segment produced entirely seperate from the daily show news jokes, with a story produced as a documentary, or like a real news segment.

They’re the stories that need to be told more often about life in a fictional country.

Democracy is an invention that allows one nation to have oposing sides that believe in sides with a game like pride and will fight tonot have to admit defeat… in many many aspects of life.

Somebiody smart figured it out that communities work best when the citisens are allowed at least two choices and so they have the impression they have control.

Society needs to have an alternative option toas many vchoices as possible to allow us to have identities and conflict.

Or its by design to allow for idenity, and rebellion and the conflict was a side effect when people started to figure out there were a lot of people they’d meet that preferred to not have to pick a side because that’d involve thinking about matters greater than their universe needs.

A great many peole love to be told what team they’re on. I am one of those people. I will avoid chooing anything until the moment I am standing in a position where I need to choose. Luckily, I am skilled at detecting what the best choice would be in your mind. Your existance allows me to choose with minimal fear or anxiety. The better I know you, the more comfort I can rely on to make choices in your presence that you will be pleased with.

— DIng side truth. I have confe… lets not use the word confess. Nothing I tell as my story should be considered worthy of that word.

I want to tell my mental stream as honest, and we;ve already witnessed some hesitation at times, but in the end, I am enjoying the genre I may have created. It’s be nice if I don’t claim victory 3 years ffrom now when somebody with more than 17 followers on Tumblr has.

I get ythe power of a friend colection although I still think iot’s a billion dollar iea to make the next facebook social media a fan based system.

ding serious.

huge.

It might actualy be posible to replace Facebook with a secondary stop in people’s day. Inventing a new way to grab peole’s valuable time and check your site before or after Facebook can lose quickly. If not enough peoplejump on board from the start, a new social media attempt will fail.

We say that it’ll be hard to topple the leaders online and create new leaders but I still understand the Internet was invented after it was released, and I can not comprehend how two generations past 137 years will be an unrecognizable world. Our fictional cabemen are marvelled by escalators and the “hooble” telescope, but real time travelers would be cruished by the revelations of what our world can do.

The world changed each time we got better at writing things down. Stone to chalk to graphite, which may hve started as actual led, which makes sense. The first change in reality that led pencils don’t use led.

I remember a single image of the moment when Bill Cosby revealed that Grampa had been driven crazy so he’d no longer control the money.  Led was dropped on his bedroom lightbulb over time and he went mad.

With the last stories of Bill Cosby, he greatness was tarnished with emotion as he was outcast as evil and all his good was suddenly shameful. Bill Cosby, if we believe the storuies we are told, didn’t get to die a legend and positive influence without an asterisk.

Now lets put aside for just a moment any stories of pervertions or sexual action reactions of a diferent time, is it fair to alwys include the news stories of the artist in the art?

Is it acceptable gehavior to seperate the two and appreciate art for how it makes you feel, and if you’re a thinker like me, I enjoy appreciating art for the stories I can imagine went into it;s inspiration, design and creation.

It is one of my favourite things to do, … reframe. I sincerly enjoy interaction with artists, because although I know they often work as their income, but a true artist that I can click with and smile, should enjoy the gift of a story, or more often, the gift of being ble to share their story, and recieve the reward of a smile.

There is value to an artist in the moment you get it. It makes you feel something, and a story appears. The opportunity to share your reation to art is either one of the best parts or the worst parts of being an artist.

I suspect the scale slides.  The first good fans are what creates the universe. I have recieved a thumbs up from an opinion I trust. My story has just been given a go ahead and I can move forward telling it live every night in a soon to be interactive nightly report.

The New Daily

In a Tinychat window with 24/7 silkengt webcam and conversation / question requestor.


The second ever Netflix show I binge watched in 3 sittings was Disjointed.

The origin story of this was the woman who introduced it to me. The first share from an almost stranger in the alternate universe of a near perfect lady for me, said hi high one day after a round of voice Cards Against Humanity. One ofmy favourite past times in that universe for talking to gorgious women without fear.

I use it as a stage and I love it.

The last time however 5 pretty women would not talk or react. I begin to self doubt and what I imagine is a hilarious campy game show voice hosting, was actually a clown that doesn’t know they’re laughing at me.

Funny second life story. I returned to the universe after a month away. I got down in the dumps as it were because three fantastic first dates didn’t last a week before they ran.

Its not me its her doesn’t fly after 3 in a row.

I can’t figure out the line between sitcom amusing irritating but always ends with a happy wife.

I want that so bad. I want a wife that I can work into a riutine of a better life.

again.

gif of Dinasaur Baby AGAIN. I even have the SL festure.

gesture.

 

RANT – I might have just deleted all my local work files

Google backup and/or Gdrive wording is horrible. I think “delete everywhere” just made me lose a lot.

My scenario. It’s wordy but every single post I’ve seen asking the same question gets a totally different problem answered. Even the support is confused by what is happening to people like me. I really did search for a long time first

What nobody made clear, is that Gdrive backup isn’t like old Google Drive. It deletes the local files on my hard drive that should have had zero to do with GDrive. I backed them up, but I didn’t know they were actually physically deleted from the source. This is insane and the wording of every menu is not helpful. Even calling MY DRIVE the Google drive and the physical Hard drive.

Imagine if I used Microsoft Backup and had 4 backups.  When I deleted one, cloud, it deleted all the content of my hard drive.  Or imagine if I deleted my UpDraft WordPress backup files from DropBox and the web site vanished forever. (Real insane analogy)

My Scenario:

I uninstalled Google drive and installed Gdrive backup on Windows.
Wording confused me so I guess I backup up absolutely everything from several folders to the drive. It took a few days.

I look on Gdrive and I see no hint of any files except the photos for the last 15 years in folders with no directories. This practically useless for using day to day, but fine for a backup – That’s a different issue I’m not complaining about.

I am backing up photos and videos using the free storage method cheering how wonderful it is, but somehow within a day, I am full of my 100gb paid storage. I’m surprised.

I can find no hint why or where the 97gb is hidden. I read everything on both the Google backup, and both web based and windows based Google Drive. I have no idea why nothing is backup up except pictures and a few very tiny files and my 100bg is full.  The help wording directions is confusing what am I syncing there and what am I syncing here?

Eventually, I find clicking “100gb of 100gb” displays a new hidden menu and page I would not normally know to look for and it shows me something called Quota and a number of files that are not locatable on my backup more Gdrive. Some are really big backup files. All sorts of directories I discover are from a work folder that was inside my pictures folder. I did not find word of this in help, aided by the huge inconvenience that Google never deletes forums that are more than 2 years old and relevant to versions from 2012, and the current pleas for help I eventually locate with cries of URGENT all answer the wrong problem.

So… I delete the hidden folders of all the things I don’t need to have it back up, especially given they seem invisible.  I delete merrily anything searching 8ZIP will bring up, or the Quota files that I never wanted to back up anyway.  Then, because BIN counts against my 100gb, I empty the bin. I know my count might not go down for 24 hours. I did read that somewhere.

Next thing I know, it has deleted the actual physical folders and files from my local hard drive.  Not the Gdrive. Not the backup… The actual files from my physical hard drive. Every last one. Gone, and gone from BIN.

BAM  I lost my work folder.  five years work.

WOW.

I search some other things like EXE or PDF and fine more hidden files I don’t need on the Gdrive. Things that I don’t need access to on my other 3 computers or tablets. but absolutely no way to determine where they are on my hard drive. In fact, not even a hint where they might be on a different computer… just that Gdrive has them somewhere, inaccessible unless I know their specific filename to search, or oddly – if I RE-ADD it to Gdrive a second time to so it stands alone in a visible folder, see it, and then download it.

That can’t possibly be right. DELETE EVERYWHERE has to be a lot clearer since everyone is familiar with how hard drive backups work. They don’t fiddle with your source files. EVER.

I am sad I am so confused. I can not recommend this to anyone. They might delete their entire hard drive. I remember in Windows 3.1 when clients used to see their folders and also their folders in the network share and delete one.  Bad things.

Summary: I have a Gdrive of 100GB I can’t use, and a hard drive 98GB smaller than it was yesterday, and a huge number of files I have to search old 2017 hard drive for to restore what I can from a legit backup I did in October.

weep weep.

Is discussion a spolier?

Possible Spolier for The Good Place. a sitcom about the after life.

I wanted to tweet and post some thoughts on a comedy I’m currently enjoying weekly on tv. I noticed season 1 is also on Netflix now, and word of mouth is good.

I surprised myself tonight with a spontaneous realization lightbulb moment at 2am while laying in bed not falling asleep.

Two Actually, followed by a bit of surprise it took me this long to figure out a possible ending. I’m not sure if that makes me feel happy or sad actually. Clicking on this link will open a new world for you. I get a somewhat equal pleasure from figuring out a great ending, and then a second pride point and moment of pleasure seeing I was right, and still enjoying how it played out. If I’m wrong, which I often am because my scenarios tend to be over thinking the alternate scenarios that are just in my brain.

I wanted to post my story theories public but I stopped. I don’t want to call out the plot twist ending before it’s even aired. Suddenly, I realized I do that. It’s one of my sins. When watching tv or a movie, I’ve previously blogged about how much I enjoy thinking on multiple levels when I watch something.

I love figuring out who did it. If somebody is in the room watching with me, I’ll say it out loud. Many times I’ll be right and in essence I was spoiing the story for anyone near me that enjoys watching a show as it unfolds.

If I was right, it’s really no different than yelling out who won the sports game you’re watching or who wins Survivor. It is an evil I never really fully understood until this moment.

More frequently, my ideas would be wrong or even way off, but I’d still blurt them out without regard to those just trying to watch.

It’s hard for me to watch things with somebody, and stay quiet. I double my joy when I share. In my mind, every time I was wrong about a story scenario, I’d consider it a bonus gift. Almost as if I got to see two shows. One, imagined in enough detail to enjoy the story in my head, and the one the writers chose to tell.

I try not to compare unless I think mine was significantly better. I suppose it’s fine to discuss a wrong scenario after the fact… But in today’s world, there is no after the fact.

Although it can be irritating at times, overall I am happy our new streaming world allows for anyone to enjoy some of the series I enjoyed but they missed.

We can certainly talk about things we’ve both seen as friends. I just have to learn not to blurt. That might be too hard a life change, but I can certainly not post in public to Facebook.

Side zeppelin. My Google keyboard is going wonko tonight.

Finally… The revelations, which I sincerely hope are not so blatantly obvious to everyone else that I appear foolish. I don’t want to be like the guy that tells you Liberace was gay.

I expect a few D’uh comments but not everyone.

All it takes to keep me happy is one good fan.

1. I wish I’d posted before the latest episode where Eleanor is clearly the one he cares about, but it’s obvious she was always the only one he cares about.

She was the only one of the four that had a moral dilemma. The only one with a story of guilt and secrets. She was the only one with any reason to suspect anything.

So I realized, what if the entire thing is just for Elenore?

Then of course, the lightbulb turns to many as my imagination fills in the story.

Bam. The other 3 really are not even horrible people. Mildly annoying perhaps but actually, right from episode 1, they’ve been quite nice. I can’t believe I never noticed it.

Cheady is one of the nicest people you’re likely to meet in an afterlife. His fault is indecision and a lack of confidence which renders him unable to choose, but when he does, it’s the nice answer that hurts the least. That’s a mental health issue but certainly good place worthy.

Bam. Wait. The other 3 are all traits we can relate to. The rich snobby fake one is also super nice from day one. Her personality is flawed, but she’s certainly not worthy of the bad place they keep describing. They’re bad place is extreme and over the top. Jason may be an idiot but he’s the scarecrow with the wrong gang. Jason was never worthy of the bad place.

Elenore may be relatable in parts, because I think many people have been horrible people in moments. Over our lives, perhaps many moments. Certainly by the standards of their fictional good place.

If the other three are analogies I don’t know if they are humans too, or guides. The entire show may be the actual norm. It is your after death test. Perhaps the same for everyone or just for Elenore.

It seems clear. Episode after episode we all really only cares about Elenore. She was tested over and over. She had three tutors especially chosen to compliment her traits  but it always had to be her choice. The others were either designed or chosen to not be of help in that way. Cheesy, Jason and even Janet could support but every plan, every use and every solution had to be, and was always Elenore.

I’m shocked I didn’t notice that. The other three never felt danger of not being in the good place at all.

Ding. Oh wait. Jason did. I forgot, but that was more just to give him a reason to be one of the four. I’d like to see them be real, but selected pawns never really in any risk.

I’d be content if the series ended in the town Micheal created, or some good place where they all live happily ever after as the 5. Janet included.

It might end with Elenore getting another 10 years on earth which would certainly be the writers easiest ending for a story essentially about the controversial concept of heaven.

I need the ending to be such that everyone watching doesn’t leave with the feeling like they would certainly not make the criteria of heaven.

That would suck. It’s otherwise a very cheerful story. I thought I would not like season two but they did it.

#smileworthy #praiseworthy #shareworthy

My Porn Star Lover

If you’re a woman, you deal with perverted men as a part of life, and men may never quite understand. If you’re a man, you deal with fake chat requests from women almost always somewhere in Africa pretending to be American and seeking a loving husband.  This one was better than most.  She only hit on a few of the recognizable cliches.

This is the random photo she used.

I WISH she was real. I’d date a former porn star in a minute.