On Thu, 10 Jul 2008 19:24:46 -0700, KONCHOK.PENDAY wrote:
> KP2008JUL10 YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS STUFF UP.
>
> 4:20 PM I feel like I'm in a fellini movie ... of a kafka novel. I was
> browsing through
> http://www.gold-eagle.com/editorials_01/seymour062001.html
when I had
> that now familiar sense of shock: You can't make this stuff up.
> Nobody would believe it ...
> if it wasn't macabrely true.
>
> I finally saw my landlord/friend.
> While he was drill-sargeanting me
> for failing to obey a direct order
> to RELAX when he told me to.
Ouch ! How dare he?
> I had
> the nerve to shout back.
Good for you, empowerment.
> I didn't
> like being left with no materials
> for two weeks.
Waiting..... what a bummer.
> I soon learned.
You did?
>that
> when I called up asking for paint
> [after I'd spent about two weeks
> shooting four gallons], my voice was
> QUIVERING!
Fear, anger and release.
> Considering I had just
> done 4 hours of work in two weeks
> of desperate last-ditch effort,
> while my life was collapsing,
> it's amazing I could talk at all.
Reason, take action, conformation, awareness
> I was DESPERATE to get the paint
> so I could shoot the panels, put
> them up, and be *DONE* with this
> project that was stalled for 6
> months by cold wet weather, while
> I was nagged to finish it ASAP!
>
Conflict of interests, reap what you sow.
> I want it done too!
Then act.
> I was right that he was ill.
Intuition.
> The only reason he didn't go
> to the hospital is: the last
> time this happened, they kept
> him for two days
Empathy, relative to self.
> and ...
> did absolutely nothing ...
> besides bill him obscenely.
Disgusted.
> So he's under a lot of stress
> what with dying and all, and he
> didn't want to have to worry
> about me and my high blood
> pressure.
Such stress could kill a man.
He didn't want to have to worry.
When made to worry.
How could he worry?
Unless, unless you express your fear.
> So he stepped
> up to the plate and took
> responsibility for my health,
> that I was so sorely lacking,
"self" realisation.
> by FORCING me to relax and
> do nothing but heal up, by
> NOT GIVING ME the paint he
> already had ... while promising
> to bring it to me. In this
> way he was bringing my blood
> pressure down by forcing me
> to relax. "There was NOTHING
> that you needed to do in those
> two weeks!" [that he knows or
> cares about!]. My refusal to
> obey orders to relax is mutiny,
> and I quickly recanted before
> he was forced by my obstinance
> and ingratitude to hexecute me.
Dog's that bite the hand that bits the dog that feeds it.
> He doesn't want me painting
> panels on the ground where
> I can shuffle all around them
> on my bum knee at the perfect
> height to shoot paint ... he'd
> prefer I wait until the shed is
> built ... so I can climb a ladder!
A flow is not always a river.
> It'll be much easier then!
It is.
> He only goes to so much
> trouble over me because
> he really does love me.
But do you love him?
> The last time I was under so much
> RELAXING NON-STRESS, I had mini-strokes.
Then stop it.
> You can't make this stuff up.
hmmm, I think "you" can.
> After a two week wait,
> I used up the 3 gallons
> he brought me in 3 hours.
> Most but not all panels
> are primed. None have
> top coat. I got the
> floor and walls up
> that day, and the
> roof up the next.
Resolution.
> I still don't
> have paint for it,
> but he may not
> care anymore.
He doesn't anymore. Why is that?
> At least it's UP,
> and fastened
> together. All
> the pieces were
> the right size,
> and none left
> over. Way Cool!
>
> My design was perfect!
That may be, but your designs are wrong.
> My panel construction
> was plenty good enough!
>
> My one-cripple crew did
> mess up bad on leveling the
> foundation, and my stupid
> lazy foreman didn't even
> bother to shuffle off
> a few paces to eyeball
> it, so we had an ...
> OOOPS! moment framing,
> but Instant Fudge and
> redesign saved the day
> for a woodshed built
> of discarded materials.
> I got back at them by
> shorting their pay!
Oh, you shorted alright.
> The shed looks pretty damn good!
> At least it's not spread
> all over the field in pieces!
Something to be thankful for?
> I was reading through
> some online news recently,
> I think it was about politics
> but I'm not sure at all, when
> I came across a sentence that
> shocked and thrilled me both:
> "You can't make this stuff up."
Oh yes "you" can.
> It felt like my twin
> soul was talking to me.
>
> Someone else had
> the very same reaction
> to the same kind of
> spinsane regurgiturd!
>
> Outrageous mendacity
> proves authenticity
> ... beyond all doubt!
Who's doubt?
> IT'S TRUE!
Is it?
Prove it?
> You CAN'T make this stuff up!
Oh yes "you" can.
> Someone else sees it too!
Everyone sees!
But denial is a ***** to be messing with.
What?
You want to stop NOW?
You cant!
Now is eternal.
Didn't you know that?
Deflection, time hop, back to the shed....
> Since I got the shed up and
> gathered a few of my half-wits.
You did?
Or is it that like attracts like?
> I've been researching patents
> again.
And the shed? Didn't you just mention a shed
> Maybe it's a blessing
Researching patents its not a blessing.
> my attorney is too rich and too
> busy for me!
Which is a good thing? Right ?
> It's gotten a
> LOT easier to file patents!
> You can even do it online now!
> It still hugely complex, but
> legal jargon was my stock it
> trade for years. Maybe I
> can do my patent myself!
Only if you know how to start.
<snip> crap :)
> You can't make this stuff up.
Oh I think "you" can.
>
> (O
> - )
> (O
>
>
....and that's the truth.
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