James Hauenstein's Blog, page 111

I know, I am giving advice when it wasn't asked for.

In the past,becauseAdvice Is Happily Received When Asked Forinstead of given as aLecture,I try to put down myFatherly Guidancein thisBlog.I am hoping my kids read some of the exhortations I tell in some of myPosts,and that they will adhere to some of that wisdom.Disclaimer;I am not the smartest man in theWorldand I am not claiming to be.But I have found ways inLifetoBe Important when I have a jobor I am looking for a job.It would be prudent to read my Post;Be Importantfor some of my earlier advice on the subject. I was going to write down the
5 Words You Should Never Use to Describe Yourself in an Interview.By Lily Zhang on themuse.com
but I feel this website does it best.
"Hiring managers all have their favorite interview questions, but they’re typically some variation of the common ones. For example, you might get, How would your colleagues describe you? or Use three words to describe yourself. Either way, your overall approach would likely be the same. The thing you need to be mindful of, then, is what words you actually use. Or, to put it in another way, there are words that you should never, ever use."

Check it out,they have a lot of good advice.
I was wondering when someone was going to ask this question.
Since you am no longer part of the work force, where do you go to learn about any new terminology or keep up with advances in computers?
One of my favorite websites to keep up with today's technology iswebopedia.com.They have"Term of the Day,"a weekly newsletter,study guides,definition of terms,and a host of other advice to keep the techie in your life informed.And by the way,I am in no way associated with this website so I am not obligated to promote them.It is for geeks who love this kind of stuff!
This is,Saying The First Step In Getting A Job Is In Believing In Yourself,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“What someone may lack in talent can be more than made up for in self-motivation, self-direction, and follow-through.”
- Miles Anthony Smith -

That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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I know,I am giving advice when it wasn't asked for.But I can't help myself,I am a Father!

21st Century Way of Talking to the Dead

It wasn't really my fault. So why, after all this time, am I still grieving? Well, maybe not actually grieving per se. I'm just feeling guilty. Over the death of my ex-girlfriend, Celeste. It's that constant nagging thought, occupying the back of my mind. Its like it's eating away at my brain. I think I'm becoming paranoid? And I don't like it. I did tell her that I loved her. But I'm above all those petty feelings the average schmuck feels. So why am I hurting inside? She died. That's it. You see, even though I keep telling myself that it wasn't my fault, it still sits there, annoyingly. At the back of my mind. Like a wood boring worm creating a hole in the trunk of my brain. I keep trying to convince my subconscious that it was inevitable. It was the only way our relationship could have ended. So I'm asking you. How can someone like me, a prodigy child preordained for greatness, ask for forgiveness from a girl I supposedly loved after she is dead? Or, to put it simply, how can I find a way to ask Celeste to forgive me after I killed her? Like I said before, it wasn't really my fault. Stupid girl. She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I'm going to be the most prolific Serial Killer of all time and she was easy prey. Someone has to be the first one. I was practicing on her. I just didn't imagine I would be feeling this guilty and for as long as I have been. It probably has to do with it being my first. The remorse must be from the fact that she was my girlfriend and my first victim. Yes, that has to be it. I did know Celeste for a long time. We bonded at an early age, being neighbors and all. And I could always reveal to her any of my, let us say, peculiar train of thoughts on life and death itself. Still, I shouldn’t be feeling guilty about what happened. It was ordain to happen. She's gone and that's it.
Yet, I find myself looking over my shoulder all the time. Thinking that someone is following me. Or, is going to figure out what I've done by just looking at me. Connecting those dots as they say, by the facial expressions I portray. I? I shouldn't be evolving into a freaking schizoid over this. I've already gotten away with it! Ha! That's right, I have. On to something new.
Over the years, I'm sure you have either read all the Murder Mysteries you can stomach or watched a thousand or so of those Police Dramas on TV. Don't they just bore you to death? These plots are always so basic. I guess it satisfies the entertainment value for the average Joe. Yet some of them do mirror real life scenarios. What I'm saying is, they show these bungling culprits stumble along the way until an obvious mistake is made and they end up in jail. Some fool will go along and commit a crime thinking that he or she has out smarted the Police. And for a while, maybe they have. Then these imbeciles, believing they have gotten away with murder, start making obvious mistakes. They lavishly start spending their inheritance before they even get it. Or try to collect on an insurance policy taken out on the victim just weeks before their death. Oh, and my favorite, getting remarried before the dead spouse is laid to rest. Of course they are eventually apprehended and imprisoned for the rest of their miserable lives. The only thing they could have hoped for, is the death penalty. Instead of weltering away in a penal institution. These dolts are spoiling the reputations of all professional, who take their craft seriously. Now and again, you might hear about an inept criminal getting away with murder, because the Police are as inept as he and have no clue who the perpetrator is. But those cases are rarely publicized. You have to dig down deep to find the real stories. The incompetent Police Department doesn't want Society to know what a false sense of hope they offer to their measly lives. There are no Robin Hoods or Bonnie and Clydes, who steal from the rich and give to the poor. Fighting against the “Man.” Its just plain old killers doing what comes naturally. Killing! Even with these trumped up statistics, about the rise in the conviction rate, that the lying Politicians love to show their constituents, Man is still killing Man. And he will keep killing as long as there are people like me.
I was surprised to see how smoothly my first time was. As I had little time to plan for every detail that came up. Still, in the end, I was cleared of all suspicion because of the stupidity of the local Police. I even had someone in my corner. The local trashy Newspaper vilified the Cops for investigating in the wrong direction. Away from, “The real Murderer or Murderers.” That was their headline in the evening paper after a month long investigation went nowhere. I'm not going to bore you now with the details of how I did it. That's not why I'm telling you my story. Why I'm dying now.
Like I said, the worrying and the guilt were infesting my mind and damaging it. Remorse kept popping up at the strangest times during the day. Always haunting me. I'll be going along, with my normal afternoon, then something would trigger a memory of Celeste. I'll start seeing her everywhere I go. Watching me from afar. Eventually I'll look away for a moment or two, and when I look back, she'll be gone. And I can relax again. I had to find a way to get closure. Get over my guilt. Get over my first kill. I needed to stop thinking about my deceased ex-girlfriend and start planning for my next ex-girlfriend. I've been planning and dreaming of becoming the most notorious serial killer far too long to fall apart now. Something had to be done.
It had been a little over six months since the burial. I figured by now I would be scouting out my next opportunity. Like, where are the best locations for an abduction without raising any suspicions? How can I lure my prey away from her comfort zone and have her follow me on her own? And where was I going to depose of the new body? Fun stuff like that. Yet, all I could think about was Celeste. And the look on her face. I still see her wide eyes facing me. Looking at me, everywhere I go.   Maybe I should have started out with a stranger? But there are just too many variables to account for in that situation. I had to start out with someone familiar.   That's when it hits me. I was sending out quick notes from my computer, to family and friends, on how much I miss Celeste when I came across her e-mail address in my Contacts section. I thought, what the Hell. So I wrote a note to her, saying how sorry I was, and I sent it. Low and behold, her e-mail was still opened. No one had closed her account. I didn't get that non-deliverable message from “Daemon!” If you have sent as many e-mails as I have, you've seen the “Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently,” sent from the mailer daemon@whateverserver.com. Why, I ask you, do they use the name of a deity, or demigod, to inform you that you have failed miserably, by not using the proper e-mail address is beyond me. Is it supposed to scare you somehow? Or if you “fail permanently” too many times, does a demon come out of your computer and rip your face off?   Well, after that first initial e-mail which I sent to Celeste, it became easier to whip up a little note to her each time I started feeling guilty. Thinking no one was going to read them anyways. Besides, it was always easy to talk to Celeste when she was alive. I could tell her anything and she never blinked an eye. After a month of pouring out my soul to Celeste in these e-mails, things started moving along for me. I started feeling confident again. I had finally stopped worrying. I was feeling so good about myself again, I started planning my next job. I thought now would be the perfect time to go ahead with kill number two.   Looking back, the only thing I wish I hadn't done, my only regret, was asking Celeste through those e-mails, to forgive me. Then, of all this, would never have happened. I realize now, I am no better than the morons I was complaining about earlier. I made a foolish mistake and it came back to bite me in the ass.   I told her that I was ready to start anew. I was ready to go out in this gorgeous blue world of ours and take another person's soul away from them. That's when I get the surprise of my life. Celeste answered me back!
The reply e-mail I got from her said;
Dear Mathew, If you go after another girl, I will come back and rip your heart out your chest! You know how jealous I can be. Love Celeste.
  What a fool I've been. So stupid. I'm no better than your average schmuck! I wanted closure so bad that I never imagined someone would think to read Celeste's e-mail messages after she was gone.   Now I have to find out which one of her friends or family member is reading those e-mails. Why haven't they called the Police? And are they going to blackmail me with the information they now have? When I get my hands on them, they'll see the real me.   I had to keep whomever it was, talking. Maybe they'll slip up and expose themselves! So I sent another email to Celeste.
Hi Celeste, It was quite a surprise to hear from you today. Let me tell you. Did you really have to threaten to come back from the dead and rip my heart out? Love Mathew
Her reply.
Hello Mathew, I was your girlfriend and you killed me. Do you know how that can damage a relationship? I love you and I still love you. But I know your mind will never let your heart feel for me as mine feels for you. So all I want is your heart now. That’s all. Love Celeste
This person is sick, I thought. So I sent another one.
Dear Celeste, Come on? You know I loved you. It was something I had to do. How long have you've known me? We were kids together growing up on the same street. We killed every insect, rodent, bird, cat and dog we could find together. Couldn't you tell what I had inside of me? Mathew
She replied back, saying.
Dear Mathew, Love is blind. If anything, I thought we would continue doing those things together. I Love You. Celeste P.S. Give me your heart.
My turn.
Celeste, You mean you would have killed with me? Mathew
I waited, then.
Dearest Mathew, I could never have killed anyone but you! We should have died together. How romantic that would have been. Like Romeo and Juliet! Love Celeste P.S. Please give me your heart.
Reply.
Celeste, I have to think about what has been said between us tonight. I'll talk to you again via e-mail tomorrow, OK? Good night. Mathew
I was shocked by the instant reply. Like she was typing it while I was typing mine.
Mathew, give me your heart. Love Celeste
  I had a lot to think about. This person was trying to play with my mind. I had to find out who it was and put a stop to it now. Nobody messes with me or my head!   So I waited until the late afternoon of the next day and sent this note.
Celeste, Why don't you come over to see me. We can have a drink together. I stole some beer from my Dad's liquor cabinet yesterday. Love Matt
Again, she replied instantly.
Dear, Dearest Matthew, I have been scratching at the cover of my casket since that very day you sent your first e-mail. I finally broke a small hole in it last night where the dirt can fall threw. I hope you won't mind when I finally get out of here that my dress will be dirty, my finger nails won't be trimmed, my hair is a rats nest, and the worms won't stop going in and out of my body. But yes Dear. I can't wait to see you too, so I can have your heart! Love always, Celeste
Someone thinks this stuff is funny? I sent a brief email.
Celeste, your digging yourself out of your grave? Matt
An immediate reply.
Oh yes my Dear. Ever since you told me that you were sorry for killing me. I knew then that your heart was mine forever. Love Celeste
I was mad. I lost my composure and sent.
Who the Hell is this? You think this is funny you bitch! Why don't you come over here so I can slit your throat like I did to Celeste!
Immediate return message.
Dearest Mathew, Don't use such awful language. I'm digging as fast as I can. I think I'll be able to crawl out of here by tonight. I'm hoping anyways. Then my love one, you can give me your heart, for all eternity. I Love You. See you soon. Celeste
I angerly punched down the send symbol on my email account.
This is no longer funny. Who really is this? Or tell me something only I and Celeste would know so I know its her!
Her message came back before I had a chance to lift my finger off my mouse.
Dear Mathew, Remember how you used to like to call me your “Celestial Body” while we were making love? I must admit, I lost a lot of weight lately. I'm what you call, just dried up skin and bones. I hope that won't prevent you from giving me your love and your heart. Love Celeste

Screw you Celeste! Matt
I waited, but there was no reply. I must admit, I was scared. How can someone else know what my playful name was for Celeste? We promised to keep it our little secret. It really can't be her, can it? There has to be an explanation for all of this.
  Wait a minute. What the hell is wrong with me. She had to tell her best friend from High School. You know how girls love to talk to each other. Explain their freakin' emotions to each other. It has to be that Janeen Cary sending me these messages. I knew she always wanted me. But why hasn't she gone to the Police. She wants to hook up with me. That's it. I can't wait to kill her! I have to calm down. Not let her confuse me. I need to think straight so I can make sure its Janeen writing these messages. Once I confirm that, I'll ask her to come over tonight. And she will. I know she will. I need to put an end to this, once and for all.   So I send my invitation.
I know who you really are. Your Janeen. Why play around like this girl. Come on over. That's why I got rid of Celeste. So you and I can get together. Why don't you come over now and we'll celebrate. Matt
Immediate reply.
Mathew, You know how jealous I can get. I knew you had eyes for Janeen. But I won't let your heart get away from me this time. I love you. Your heart is mine! Celeste
My reply.
Come on Janeen. Stop playing around. Just come on over and lets have some fun! Matt
Immediately.
You cheating, lying, conniving dirt bag! I will see you now and I will have your heart. Its mine! Celeste

So I'll talk to you soon girlfriend. You don't have to play around any longer. Its all good. Matt

I will have your heart Mathew! I will! Celeste
  Man, with Janeen trying to scare me like that, I forgot some of the basic searches Police use to locate computer criminals. Thank you Daemon that Janeen is using a web base e-mail server so its easy to find her IP address. Now that I have it, I type the number into the search engine on the web site www.lookupipaddresses.com. And poof! I have the latitude, 34° 31′ 48.00″ N, I have the longitude, 118° 6′ 12.60″ W, and when I type those into www.findanylocation.com, it gives me?   What the Hell. Something's wrong. I did it again. And again. This has got to be some kind of trick!   Oh, that Janeen is good. Somehow she has rerouted her e-mails so the source code shows its coming from my computer. From my house! I can't wait to kill her.   I better send her another invitation to make sure she is coming over.

Hey Girl, its about time. I thought we were going to hook up? Where are you? Matt
Immediate return reply.
Mathew, I'm outside your door. Love Celeste
  Before I can reply, I hear her knocking at my door.   I've got her I thought.   I pulled out the same butcher's knife I used on Celeste, walk over to the door, raise the knife high into the air, and swung the door open as fast as I could.   An ear piercing scream could be heard for miles. That's what brought you here. The only problem is, the scream, it came from my mouth, not hers!   Celeste was standing before me. Looking, just like she said she would look. Rats jumping down from inside her hair, dirty wrinkled dress, worms squirming out of an eye socket going into a cavity where her nose once was, and every conceivable type of maggot chewing away at her decaying flesh.   “Hi Mathew,” said the rotting corpse of Celeste. “Daemon said I have to be home before morning. Can I have your heart now?”   That's the last thing I remember before collapsing to the ground. The searing pain in my chest is overbearing. Can't you help me?
An ambulance medic says, “I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do for you. You've had a massive heart attack. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. Without a new heart.”His voice trails off.
I close my eyes and all I can see is Celeste, putting her hands into my chest, trying to rip my heart out! Why doesn't he stop her?

This is,Enjoying Another Ghost Story,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
 “You know that when I hate you, it is because I love you to a point of passion that unhinges my soul.”
- Julie de Lespinasse -
That is a story I wrote and I am sticking to it!
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Dreaming of Aliens

It is getting colder outside these daysand when I forgot to put the heat on,I wake up with a bit of a cold.So,I am sure all of you,whomever you might be,all do the same thing when you are not feeling good.You sleep a lot,On & Off,all day long.When I sleep,I dream,and from talking to other people,I am in the minority of folks who remember their dreams.What set off my dreams today,was an article I read this morning.
Strange Star has E.T. Seekers looking closely for Signs of Life.
by David Perlmann for SFGate Newspaper.com
"Berkeley astronomers on a new hunt for E.T. are aiming one of the world’s most powerful radio telescopes at the most bizarre star ever detected. They have tuned the big telescope at the Green Bank Observatory in West Virginia to listen for signals from an object in space called Tabby’s Star, whose implausible behavior is puzzling astronomers all over the world. That star might conceivably be a sign that some civilization far more advanced than our own is, or has been, building some kind of giant structure far off in the Milky Way, they say. The Berkeley team has also mobilized a second huge telescope in Australia to search for E.T. signals from another unique star — the closest of all the stars to Earth, just a few trillion miles away. The new push to enlist two of the world’s biggest radio telescopes in the quest for signs of alien life is centered at UC Berkeley in a $100 million effort called Breakthrough Listen, financed by Yuri Milner, the Russian-born physicist and tech billionaire in Silicon Valley."
 It would be wonderful if we found evidence ofEtra-Terrestriallife in our lifetime!Please forgive me,I'm just not up for writing todayand will try to have something interesting for tomorrow.Good news is,it is raining inSouthern Californiaand we can use it too!
This is,Dreaming of Aliens,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
The only thing that scares me more than space aliens is the idea that there aren't any space aliens. We can't be the best that creation has to offer. I pray we're not all there is. If so, we're in big trouble.”
- Ellen DeGeneres -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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Here are some of the Aliens I believe in.

A Type Of Pavlov's Dog Reaction

Brian Kroske,who was of myCloset Friends,and one of the bestAdventurersaLost SeekerofDestiny,like myself,could possibly have as an associate.When I was in the rock bandPolitixs,during the early 1980s,we were in need of a drummer quickly when the original member quit all of a sudden.The band members knew I knewBrianand asked if he was available.That brought us together to go on one rampage after another.One true story I am willing to tell you is one special night we went to a bar together.The place was crowded.WomenandMenin equal numbers.We ended up in the back of the place,since it was really crowded,and talked to as manyWomenthat would listen to us. We had few beersand were about to leave the place when a fight broke out in front of the bar,by the only exit.Brian & Icould see a chain-reaction throughout the bar.TheFight Spilledover into other patrons,in other groups.We knew we had to get out of there before thePolicewould arrive.At the time, I was six feet tall,only two hundred pounds.Brian,was five foot ten inches,weighing in at two hundred thirty pounds.I got behind him watching our rear for any sneak attacks,as he punched his way through the bar for the front door.I never landed a punch that night,nor was I hit by anyone.Briandid all the work. WithPolice Sirens Blaring,Us Punching Our Way Out,all of a sudden on theJunk Boxas loud as possible could be,the songThe Ballroom Blitz by The Sweetcame on.It wasSurreal.I used theSuicide Squadversion of the song because my memories of Brian always reminds me of theKiller Croccharacter.And with all theExploitswe shared together, sometimes violent,sometimes not,our life back then could be considered a mildSuicide Squad Adventure!
Other stories of us together cannot be told at this time,until I talk to aLawyerabout theStatue Of Limitationson some of the things we did.
This is,Was Reminded Of My Old Friend By A Type Of Pavlov's Dog Reaction When I Heard The Ballroom Blitz Song On The Radio Today,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Music produces a kind of pleasure which human nature cannot do without.”
- Confucius, -
That is my story and I am sticking to it!
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R.I.P.Brian

Putting On My Winter Weight

Going to spend the day celebrating anAmerican Holidaywith my family. Since it is anAmerican Holiday,I want those who do not celebrate it,to havePeace On Earthfor at least one day.In no particular order;Vrede Op Aardeالسلام على الأرضMir na zemljiМир на земята地球上嘅和平Pau a la terraMír na zemi Fred på jordenRahu maa pealSautu e vuravuraKapayapaan sa mundoRauha maan päälläPaix sur la terreFrieden auf ErdenΕπί γης ειρήνηViv ak kè poze sou latèשלום עלי אדמותपृथ्वी पर शांतिKev sib haum xeeb nyob rau ntiaj tebBéke a földönDamai di bumiPace sulla terra地球の平和roj mu'meyvam지구에 평화Miers uz zemesTaika žemėjeFiadanana Eto an-TanyAman di duniaPaċi fuq id-dinjaFred på jordenصلح بر روی زمینPaz na terraXi hño jar ar ximha̲iPace pe pământМир на землеFilemu i le lalolagiМир на земљиMir na zemljiMier na zemiPaz en la tierraAmani dunianiTe hau i nia i te fenua neiสันติภาพในโลกKo e melino 'i he mamaniDünya'da barışزمین پر امنHòa bình trên trái đấtHeddwch ar y ddaearJets' óolal lu'um
Peace On Earth!
This is,Putting On My Winter Weight As We Speak,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Believe in yourself and be the source of joy in someone else's life.”
- Amit Ray -
That is my wish for today and I am sticking to it!
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Yes,
to all those
Nerds
who are going to take the time to look up every language to see if I did say
Peace On Earth
in all those different
Dialects.
One of the languages is
Klingon!

Expanding Our Little Charity To Other Holidays

Today,my second oldestDaughtershowed theSelf-Righteous,Sanctimonious,and all aroundDeplorable Smugness Attitudeof theTemecula,California Residents,what it is like to truly care for other people.TheseResidents,who I once called my neighbors,have turned into a bunch ofIntolerant Sententious GroupofPigheadedness.MyDaughtersaved up forty of thoseTupperware Type,Lunch-Meat Containers,you will find in theDeli Sectionof your local grocery store.She bought more than forty bottles of water,macaroni & cheese,cookies,napkins,andplastic forks.We were givenmashed potatoesand achickenfrom the Mission San Antonio de Pala .She made up 34 meals to be given away to homeless peopleand today we handed them out.The funny thing about this town?It no longer toleratesHomeless Peopleliving in the area.TheCity Governmenthas plowed away all the bushesand trees along the river that winds through our municipality,which was the makeshift shelter for most of theHomeless.ThisCityhas set up aTask Forceto arrest anyone panhandlingor for being homeless,living in our town.They don't look for a way to help these people,they arrest them,and put them in jail for being down on their luck!We could only find three homeless people after driving around for about two hours.Then,my daughter went to theFacebook Site;Temecula Talk,and asked if anyone knew where there might be any homeless people,so we could hand out free meals to them.This is what my daughter saw when someone else came up with the same idea as she hadand also asked for help finding homeless people. Murrieta,another town with a stick up its butt,is adjacent toTemecula.But this awful attitude resides in both cities equally.Well,I did finally meet someone who said he was once homeless,told me where to go,and how to announce myself when I approached them,so I wouldn't scare them offor startle them.After that,we quickly handed out25 More Mealsand saw some of the happiest smiles I have seen in a while.It doesn't take much timeor money to help someone in need.It just takes a little effort to accomplish some good in this World.
This is,Already Planning On Expanding Our Little Charity To Other Holidays In The Coming Months,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“No one has ever become poor by giving.”
- Anne Frank -

“It's not how much we give but how much love we put into giving.”
- Mother Teresa -

“There is no exercise better for the heart than reaching down and lifting people up.”
- John Holmes -
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The Struggling Man

By James Hauenstein

  Finally, I've been waiting for this day to come for a very, very long time.   I'm feeling, after today, everything is going to be alright.   It's going to be a weight off of my shoulders once I tell you what I know about this gravely important matter that's effecting us all.   After you hear what I have to say, you'll be itching like crazy to leave this place and tell the World what you've just heard.   It's been a long time coming, but I'm glad today has finally arrived.   In fact, I never really thought it would ever happen.   So I'm ill prepared as far as having my facts in chronological order or a speech laid out, ready to go.   I don't really know where to begin?   I'll tell you this though. Back when I was in school, maybe in seventh or eighth grade I think, that's when I first became aware that my life and the lives of my friends were being drastically manipulated.   At the time, I felt it was our government pulling the strings on us.   The news of the day was filled with stories about the CIA giving LSD to civilians during the nineteen sixties without their knowledge.   They wanted to see if they could control the population with mind alternating drugs.   So I figure, if they did it once, what's from stopping them from doing it again with all the new synthetic concocted drugs being sold on the streets today?   Yes, I still believe the United States Government is behind it.   Even at that age I knew I had to do something about what was happening to me or I would end up dead.   The first step I took was going back into school and looking for my homeroom teacher.   I was at school at the time I had my epiphany.   Myself and some of the other boys were playing kickball on the playground at recess time. All of a sudden this inexplicable rush of adrenaline hits my mind and my body. I knew things and saw things with such clarity at that very moment, I'll never forget the feeling of euphoria I had from it.   It wasn't only me either, the other kids who were playing felt it too!   We all started playing ball like it was an Olympic event and we were Olympic athletes.   Students, Faculty, and even Maintenance personnel started gathering around to watch our performance.   People cheered and clapped after every play. With the crowd eventually dividing itself between the two teams, rooting for one side or the other.   This happened during a lunchtime recess too. It all took place in less than thirty minutes.   After the bell rang, signaling everyone it was time to go back into class, that's when I sought out my teacher.   She must have saw something in the way I looked because she took me out into the hall to hear what I had to say in private.   I told my Teacher what I already knew or thought I already knew at the time.   I can't remember her name, the teacher's that is, but I can remember how she reacted to me.   With violence.   She hit me in the back of my head hard, several times, while telling me that I should never repeat a word to anyone what I had just told her.   It had such a dark brooding impression, of what my life was going to be like, after I was physically assaulted by this woman.   If someone in authority like that can beat a child almost senseless, what other type of authority figure is out there in the World abusing his or her position in life to wreak havoc upon the innocent?   Were Government Official's involved in it too?   Of course they were. You all were.   We were an experiment, grouped together for observation purposes only. I imagine by Scientist who worked for you guys. Got paid by you. Then probably claimed that their preliminary findings guaranteed success!   OK, whoever was making the decisions at the time might have said; why not go ahead and do some test on a bunch of children in a small rural town grade school.   Who is going to take notice?   The Government?   It's the Government doing the experimenting!   And who does the check and balances of the Government?   I can't think of no-other explanation for the treatment I'd received by my teacher other than a corrupt government was field testing us for some reason illegally.   It can’t be simply bitterness by a cranky old Nun at a Catholic School who didn't like kids.   I stand by, I know, it was the Federal Government.   You've probably heard stories about Catholic Schools and the Nuns who taught class there, right?   I bet you thought they were exaggerated? Stories made up by students to ruin a Church's reputation?   Nuns beating on kids if they make the slightest mistake or did something wrong in class?   No one in their right mind would hit a child just for a spelling error. Would they?   Well, you would be wrong.   Those stories? They are all true.   You want to see?   I have the emotional and physical scars to prove it.   Soon after I realized that something was happening to me, I got the feeling that I was being watched all the time. I assume by the CIA.   That teacher of mine, who beat me? I figured she was probably working for them as a consultant or maybe some kind of recruiter for their manipulation experiments.   So here I am, in the prime of my youth, where I should be spending my days thinking about playing baseball with my friends and getting enough courage up to talk to girls, and what do I have to do?   I have to start taking life real seriously, really quick, if I want to stay alive.   Life isn't like the movies. I didn't see Batman or Superman coming to my rescue anytime soon.   So it was up to me to find the answers I needed.   You know, I haven't told a single person about it in over thirty years until today.   I have never told a living soul since my teacher.   I knew if I did, you guys would bring me in. Give me something to swallow or do some kind of lobotomy to my brain so I would go crazy.   Afterwards, I would be acting all crazy and the like. So you guys could make sure you were in the clear and no one would believe a word I say.   I've seen enough television to know what would happen to me if I was deemed insane by a Court of Law.   I have tried to tell people a couple of times. Then my paranoia would rescue me.   People will talk, I would tell myself. Hoping to kill my overwhelming urge to spill my guts to the press, or talking to a neighbor about it.   I knew if I did, they would gossip about me. To their friends, their families, and to the authorities after listening to me.   I would be carted away, going into a hospital for the criminally insane, or I would disappear from the streets all together.   Of course, coming from the mouth of a grade school student, if I had told someone back then, their initial reaction would be that of skepticism for a kid who made up stories.   The subject matter was too taboo for anyone to take seriously at that time. Only Science Fiction Writers believed in the possibility of it happening.   My favorite author often wrote about it and believed it to be true.   After skepticism, people might think that I was dangerous. A nut case.   They would be afraid of me. Their children would be afraid of me.   Maybe their paranoia would manifest itself to the point where someone felt it was necessary to silence me for good.   Do the work done for the CIA without them even knowing they were doing it.   Problem solved for you guys.   They were scared of me. Sure.   Really, deep down, they were frightened from the information I was dishing out.   They did seem to reject the truth all the time. Sadly, believing that the idea was preposterous. That I made it up.   Over the years I became so obsessed with finding out the truth that it cost me my job, my wife, and everything I had. I ended up here in LA living on the streets.   On skid-row I wound up being known as, "CaP KiD." I thought it meant that I was targeted by one of the street gangs and they would eventually send someone out to put a cap in me.   You know. A cap, or bullet?   I found out about five years after getting the moniker that it meant, Crazy as Philip K. Dick.   Who knew the street gangs of LA were so highly educated?   To the Cops and Social Workers on the streets I was known as the "Alien Representative of the United Stars of Planetoids."   They said my motto was, "My madness, soon we will all be able to enjoy the benefits of it too!"   All of this mockery because I tried to save their life and the lives of their families.   By my mid-thirties, I was considered completely insane by everyone.   People I knew since grade school now closed their doors in my face.   My colleagues, were I once worked, no longer took my calls.   The wife, that I once thought was my soul mate, was only too happy to have me declared incompetent so she wouldn't have to split our estate evenly with me.   She took everything.   I am now branded as a lunatic to these people.   To everyone.   Since more and more people have become afraid of me, here in LA and back home in Blythe. I had to come to you guys for help. I know I was arrested for making threats against the President's life. If I was arrested by local Police, I wouldn't be able to talk to you guys.   The people who, who did this to me.   You owe me.
  An FBI speaks up for the first time.   "Why now?"   "Why come looking to the Agency for help?"
  I see no other choice for my x-friends or associates, but for them to get together and have me killed!   They don’t want to know the truth. To hear the truth!   I know I've written and said some nasty things about the Government when I was working as a reporter for that online watchdog group, Patriot News. That this particular branch of Security was responsible for a lot of atrocities at home and abroad. But now that I've explained it to you, you can see that I have a perfectly good explanation of why I did it.   OK, the concept is so simple it's an act of genius. Yet, overwhelmingly mind boggling with its diabolical intent.   When people heard about it, they literally struck out at me in anger.   Oh, wait. What I said earlier, about not telling anyone?   I guess I did try to tell a couple of people. I did try to keep my mouth shut for those thirty years. But it must have slipped my mind that I talked?   Who knows?   After I talked to some of them though, somehow, they would think it was my fault. Believing I was the cause behind the threat to our way of life and to their own existence.   Please, you need to protect me. I will tell you anything you want know.   Listen. What I'm about to tell you is so improbable, that seeing the evidence with your own eyes, still doesn't convince your mind that it's real.   It's real though. And it's going on right now around the World as we speak.   Historians might like it? It explains a lot about our history as a race since the day we split off as a separate species from the Neanderthals.   I'm a little confused about one thing though.   Why hasn't anyone figured this out before me?    I'm just now at a point in my life where I am really in tune to everything going on inside my head.   The information I'm going to give you? It will have such a profound effect on your psyche and anyone you tell psyche too.   If you tell anyone.   Once this information gets out, it will change how future generations live out their lives!   Let’s begin with the Monsters. Since they are the source of almost all the problems in our World.   All of us, as children, had vivid imaginations. At one time or another, we could almost feel the same amount of pain inside of us, when we saw how much pain another person was in.   Imagination is important to these monsters. As you will see.   Well at night, when we dream, it's usually about some of our experiences that we have accumulated over the years.   They could be about the information we had gathered in that particular day. It could be about the future and what we think it will look like. Or it could be a dream of lost love where your emotional range runs wild in our subconscious.   Your dreams are a mixed bag of jumbled up letters. Running in a confusing order of importance. Except our subconscious sees it as getting the most bang for your buck.   Our subconscious picks the order of our dreams by what emotion it feels it needs to be work on at that very moment.   By us having these internal reveries playing all the time inside our minds, filled with the emotional roller coaster ride of having five senses, an alien parasite found the human race too good to be true.   When we're asleep, our psyche is playing out our dreams as if we were experiencing them fully for the first time.   The alien parasite, dormant until it finds a host with emotional baggage, invades that mind, revealing in the experience. It feels and feeds off of our dreams and emotions.   They have been here with us now for thousands of years. Leading us this way and that. So we would become the dominate species on Earth. Improving our lives while we improve our minds, which improves the emotions and dreams we feed them.   Some of us worked out what was happening to our life as children. Believing danger lurked around every corner when we were alone.   As we grew older, we were taught that there are no Monsters. That those voices you hear inside your head, is actually your consciousness speaking to itself. Inside your brain.   Keeping your mind occupied while awake. Dreaming while your asleep.   If a person speaks out loud what his consciousness is telling him or her, that person is deemed insane.   If we only say it to ourselves, inside our brains, then we are normal?   But everything you were told when you were young has been a lie. Those are Monsters who speak to us inside our minds.   They're alive. A separate mind inside our own.   Monsters, who live inside our brains.   They are the ones speaking as your consciousness, as if they were a part of you all along.   They have no physical presences to speak of. They are a life form of pure energy.   Yet, they need to feed or their energy dwindles losing all the gained emotions they stole from their last victim.   So they feed on us.   Eating up all your thoughts and memories.   Devouring the internal struggles one has, as in angst, uncertainty, or self-doubt.   Filling up on the emotional roller-coaster ride that we spew out on a daily basis.   Grabbing and holding onto to our inner self.   Munching away at our heart's creativity if you become an artist.   Swallowing up ambition from your mind if you're the type who must strive for reachable and unreachable goals in life.   These Monster don't eat away at you hoping you'll die. They prefer us to live a long life. They constantly gain more energy from you as long as your alive.   If you die, they must find a new host to occupy quickly or lose all the inherited dreams and emotions the dead host had given him.   Oh, I'm sorry. You're trying to ask me something?   Oh? You need a short break? You want to speak to your colleague outside this room? You'll be right back?   OK. OK. I can wait.
  Locking the room once he steps out, a name-less, tag-less psychiatrist looks to the arresting FBI Agent and says, "He is definitely suffering from Paranoid Schizophrenia. Believing Nuns are working for the CIA and giving out drugs to children in their lunches. It’s a classic example."   The FBI Officer laughs a couple of times, then says seriously, "Yeah, right? Everyone knows we put it in the water.”
This is,I Wrote This In Honor Of One Of The Greatest Writers Of All Time,Philip K. Dick,
And,
“Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.”
- Jim Butcher, -
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Questions You Need To Ask Yourself So You Know The Answer

Mister Answer Man,why do the oldWibbily Wobbly Timey Wimey European Buildingshave statues ofMythical Looking Creatureshanging on them? Having a series of grotesque statues and faces on the outside of your building might not seem like an obvious thing to do, but the frequency of them — from the Hunky Punks and rather obscene Sheela na gigs of Ireland and the UK to true Gargoyles, like the one above from Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris — proves otherwise. To get technical, it's a form of apotropaic magic; something intended to scare away evil. And true gargoyles serve another, much more practical purpose as well — their mouths are spouts that channel rainwater off the roofs of churches!Story From 13 Superstitions and their Origins on MSN Lifestyle.com
Why does it smell like wood burning onAlaska Airlinesflights? To tell you the truth,it doesn't smell like burning wood-chips on anyAlaska Airline Flight,it was just the recent headlines on someNews Feedthat wanted you to believe that the airline was using wood to fly it jets.Like the one onNewsmax.com.Flight Powered by Wood Chips a First for Alaska Airlines.
"An Alaska Airlines flight powered by wood chips made a historic trip across country Monday as the first using renewable, alternative jet fuel produced with the help of the Washington State University-led Northwest Advanced Renewables Alliance. The demonstration flight – from Seattle-Tacoma International Airport to Reagan National Airport in Washington, D.C. – used forest residuals, including the limbs and branches that remain after the harvesting of managed forests, according to a statement from Alaska Airlines and the university. The fuel was a 20 percent blend of the sustainable bio-fuel, which officials said was chemically indistinguishable from regular jet A fuel, the statement noted. This latest milestone in Alaska's efforts to promote sustainable bio-fuels is especially exciting since it is uniquely sourced from the forest residuals in the Pacific Northwest, Joe Sprague, Alaska Airlines' senior vice president of communications and external relations, said in the statement. NARA's accomplishments and the investment of the U.S. Department of Agriculture provide another key in helping Alaska Airlines and the aviation industry reduce its carbon footprint and dependency on fossil fuels, he continued."

There you have it.Answers to some obscureTrivia Questionswhich mayor may not ever come up!Does anyone ever still play the gameTrivia Pursuit?
This is,Working On An Original Story For Tomorrows Edition Of TwoBuckHowie's Blog,So Today I Had To Answer Those Questions You Didn't Know You Wanted To Ask,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“The brain may die, but my compulsion for useless trivia lives on.”
- Molly Harper, -
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Hoping I Enlightened At Least One Person To Be More Open-Minded In The Future

Don't get me wrong,I love a goodConspiracyas much as the nextDeranged Paranoid Schizophrenic.That is why I feel it is time to talk about the;
21 Goals Of Illuminati for 2017 Leaked By Intelligence Whistle-blower.
By: Jacky Murphy @NeonNettle on 19th November 2016 @ 6.06pm "The Illuminati's plans for controlling humanity was uncovered in 1993 by Dr. John Coleman - he found that the satanic elite group controlled every aspect of our modern world including money, politics, religion, banking and even the drug trade. According to YNW, the list of 21 goals the Illuminati have for humanity has finally come to light since an intelligence Whistle-blower leaked it. In the list, you can even see that many of their goals have come to fruition in 2016."

Oh,wait.The bogus websiteNEONNettle.comis just trying to insight fear in humanity.BecauseFearreally sells these days.They even ask you up front,on the top of the website toSupport Us! What a bunch of crap!And the group was made known well before1993.This site doesn't even have this simple little fact correct. This site is trying to have you believe that theIlluminati,who I believe is a real organization,who already control most of theWorld's Moneyand holdPowerful Positionsin allGovernments,want toCollapse The World Economiesto causeGlobal Chaos?Any fool knows they wantMore ControlnotChaos!
Now,you maybe wondering why I brought this up,about the Illuminati.It is really my round-about way of telling you whyWebsiteslikeNEONNettle.comstrive in today'sWorld.In the past,people used to do research toFind Out The Factsabout a subject they were interested in.So they could be educated about that subject.To help them make the right decisions,on whether it was good for them,personally. To way thePros And Consand if it will help them in their lives.Today,people havePreconceived Notionsabout almost everything in lifeand they look for InformationwhichReaffirmstheir beliefs.Even in the face ofOverwhelming Evidenceto the contrary!They don't want to beEducated,to beInformedthat they might be wrong about something.They want to believe that all of their decisions,that they make,are the correct ones.Even when the opposite is true!
This is,Hoping I Enlightened At Least One Person To Be More Open-Minded In The Future,Jim Hauenstein,
And,

“Drama does not just walk into our lives. Either we create it, invite it, or associate with it.”
- Brandi L. Bates, -
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I Will Be Dumbing Down Right After I Finish Writing This

Before you start your full day of watchingEquestrian Square Dancing,Soccer Balling,Hoop Dreaming,Cricket Batting,Rugby Punching,Volleyball Chopping,Skateboard Falling,Martial Arts Bowing,Bicycle Peddlers,andCollege Football Hecklers,maybe we have time to learn somethingScientifically.Is that a word?Well,Spell Checkdidn't correct it,so I guess it is.So here are some of the stories I likeScientifically!
New Zealand Earthquake Lifts a Bizarre Sea Wall up to Land.By Sara Chodosh for Popular Science.com "The mass of rocks and seaweed comes courtesy of a 7.8 magnitude earthquake that thrust parts of the sea floor up and out of the water on Monday. It triggered tsunamis and landslides, stranded thousands, and killed at least two. But it’s the bizarre photos of the newly emerged seabed that are making the disaster go viral. Some of the landscapes look completely alien, even though the cause is entirely terrestrial. This is the wonder of plate tectonics. The enormous slabs of Earth’s crust that our continents and oceans sit atop are not stationary. They move around, mostly at rates so slow that we can’t tell there’s movement at all (except by using scientific instruments). Mostly the plates exert a constant, gradual force in one direction or another."
Stephen Hawking opens British Artificial Intelligence Hub.on PHYS.org "Professor Stephen Hawking on Wednesday opened a new artificial intelligence research center at Britain's Cambridge University. The Leverhulme Center for the Future of Intelligence (CFI) will delve into AI applications ranging from increasingly smart smartphones to robot surgeons and Terminator style military droids. Funded by a £10 million (11.2 million-euro, $12.3-million) grant from the Leverhulme Trust, the center's express aim is to ensure AI is used to benefit humanity. Opening the new center, Hawking said it was not possible to predict what might be achieved with AI. Perhaps with the tools of this new technological revolution, we will be able to undo some of the damage done to the natural world by the last one—industrialization. And surely we will aim to finally eradicate disease and poverty. Every aspect of our lives will be transformed. In short, success in creating AI could the biggest event in the history of our civilization, Hawking said."

Long-Glanded Blue Coral Snake has unique venom. on PHYS.org  "One of the world's most beautiful and venomous snakes has a venom unlike that of any other snake, research involving University of Queensland scientists has revealed. The School of Biological Science's Associate Professor Bryan Fry said venom from South-East Asia's long-glanded blue coral snake had been found to send a massive shock to the system, triggering full body spasms by causing all nerves to fire at once. This style of venomous predation is identical to that of a cone snail, and not like any other snake in the world, he said. Ironically, the discovery could eventually lead to improved pain treatment for humans. These snakes are killer's killers, Professor Fry said. They specialize in preying on other venomous snakes, including young king cobras, so they play a hunt the most dangerous game. With its combination of electric blue stripes and neon red head and tail, the blue coral snake is arguably one of the world's most striking species of snake. It also has the biggest venom glands in the world, extending over a quarter the length of its body."

Faraway Star is Roundest Natural Object Ever Seen.
by Mike Wall for Space.com on MSN News.com
"A star 5,000 light-years from Earth is the closest thing to a perfect sphere that has ever been observed in nature, a new study reports. Stars, planets and other round celestial bodies bulge slightly at their equators due to centrifugal force. Generally speaking, the faster these objects spin, the greater the force, and the larger the bulge. For example, the sun rotates once every 27 days, and an imaginary line drawn through its center at the equator is about 12 miles (20 kilometers) longer than a similar line drawn from pole to pole. The equatorial diameter of Earth, which completes a rotation every 24 hours, is 26 miles (42 km) longer than the polar diameter, even though Earth is much smaller than the sun. [Solar Quiz: How Well Do You Know the Sun?] But the distant star, known as Kepler 11145123, has Earth, the sun and every other object that's ever been measured beat in terms of roundness, study team members said."

Now yourCerebrumhas something to think about before it dumb downs from a full day ofSports.
This is,Don't Get Me Wrong,I Love Sports As Much As The Next Guy,I Will Be Dumbing Down Right After I Finish Writing This,Jim Hauenstein,
And,
“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.”
- Carl Sagan - That is my story and I am sticking to it! Like what you are reading,or do not like what you see.Set up my Blog as your Homepage,or sign up as a Follower,or leave a Comment,and I will answer you in a Post. Thanks for reading.