Sitting here odd man out to a chess game. It's quiet and peaceful, door wide open, rain soaked air flowing in. I can write while they play.
Victory is close for one friend, as they split from the table for a moment, to piss and refresh a drink from next door.
One friend looks the other in the eye and says checkmate, or the other says I concede, or wait, they both just agreed to a stalemate!
I have a friend named Andrew, a tech guy inspired by me as he grew up alongside my boy, recently tell me that:
I can code a handshake between two systems that otherwise would never talk to each other. Any two systems can do such with a rest api, irregardless of intellectual property's or even how its coded. I could make the department of defense talk to your blog.
He may drop by here one day and it would be great to be inspired by him!
It's been a fun morning hanging out with a couple of guys. One is a hot wheels collector and the other is an ice house repair specialist. They live together under the bridge, to keep expenses down.
I let them use my electricity and internet, to juggle car sales, and advise on ice house maintenance.
OJ has died at my age, and his life has been plastered all over my big TV all morning. Both of my friends have interesting takes on it. My only thought was his prison time and the fact that he died of prostate cancer.
The three of us are communicating in three different directions at the moment. They're both on their phones, one talking, one watching, while I'm on my computer blogging about it.
Their shopping carts with all of their possessions in them, are parked up against the house, because it's raining.
btw: I always blog honestly, but this was soaked with a bunch of facetiousness today...
I talked to this great woman on the phone this morning, for a half an hour. She was from my local clinic and was asking questions that are part of my yearly Medicare checkup.
She was diving deep, with questions like have I ever considered harming myself or others. I said I love life, and others. She asked if I was depressed, I told her to read my blog.
She asked how I slept, I told her I drink myself to sleep. There were more probing questions and I just laid myself out on the slab. and answered them all.
I've been sitting around with Daniel as he bemoans his heart condition. He could drop dead any minute, and I would miss him!
But most of all, I would miss life...
I had to know if it's my taste buds going South, or the food around here really sucks. So I went to one of my favorites today to find out.
I don't know what's better, the catfish at Legends Express, or the lady that works the front counter. I've eaten here for years and Teresa and I are now on a first name basis.
I asked how old she was and she's in her mid fifties, just like the younger people I know around me. The way this town works, she probably knows my born and raised here neighbor, Daniel...
The catfish, fried okra and potato salad were great. They were just getting going this morning so the fish was hot and fresh.
There was a grumpy biker type dude, wearing a headband at the counter when I walked in. As I was getting my order he stormed back in and said his mac and cheese was cold. Ok, Legends Brisketville, he was right, sometimes your sides are on the cool side, especially with drive-through.
Teresa, fix this!
You may think I'm joking about the Internet that I helped build, but I'm not.
I was a major player in the computer industry through the seventies and eighties. I developed business building software on IBM minis, broke new graphics grounds as the IBM PC came out, formed two companies and was at the heart of the PC revolution.
I ran early Windows beta software on my box, just down the road from Redmond. I wrote assembly language scanner device drivers for the great one, PC Paintbrush.
I could rattle on here all day, but I was there from the beginning and my contributions to this thing we call the Internet, is notable.
btw: I humbly submit that I truly was a computer genius back then, not so much now :-)
I've been honestly trying to figure out how I ended up here, alone on a deadend street in the South.
It all started when things in Idaho changed and Steph and I moved to Tennessee. We were in the friendship stage of a long loving relationship. No sex, she was living on her daughters couch, loving her grand daughters.
I fell in love with those girls! I thought I was becoming part of their family, and I really wanted to be.
Then everything fell apart, not really sure why, and one day Steph just disappeared!
I've respected her privacy and not gone looking for her, but I have so many questions. I think my confidence as a man has been shattered. Am I such a bad guy that she couldn't have just directly said goodbye?
It's quite interesting sharing your life throughout the day with the world. Each Post must encapsulate itself, stand on it's own, make a point! Yet blend into the synchronous fabric of the blog, smoothly.
I try to present all Posts positively, as if there's anybody out there that actually gives a flying fuck cares.
Sometimes I don't succeed, and fall off the edge. Hey, I've been falling off the edge since I could walk. I usually have my crazy Posts down before sunrise.
I've had the most amazing life, and been blogging about it for the last fifteen years. I've talked about everything, from the moment I was born, until now.
The truth is, it would take weeks to read, and why would anyone want to. My past life doesn't matter, hell my current life barely matters. If I was somebody famous it would be a fun dig, with a bunch of photos and video.
So why do I do this? Because I can!
I knew I had to eat something this afternoon, and I opted for one more fish sandwich.
I skipped the tomato and heated up some no bean chili next to the fish in the oven, on the flip. Mayo on the toast, coleslaw down, topped with tarter sauce, fish layed on top.
Slathered it with hot chili, the other slice pressed down good, and OMJ's Chili Fish Sandwich, is born!
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