working late

even later tonight than last night, but getting some serious work done on the spreadsheets for reports so there will continue to be new analysis and reports at this month's quality meeting... i think i am starting to go over the heads of many of the people who need more education in statistical analysis, especially when it comes to behavioral measures... the last auditor who came through asked if i would present my system at a conference, so i appear to be ahead of the curve... maybe i'll take it seriously and find a doctor to sign off on the work and package it and sell it and make a fortune again...

probably not... money holds less interest for me these days than it ever did and it never was anything more than a nuisance (i'd much prefer a barter culture)... but i do still enjoy playing with numbers...

so i take a break from the social life this week and i miss the interaction (maybe some local locos will start reading here, though i don't know if i've met anyone as addicted to words and language and written communication and writing as therapy and fun as i am yet... or anyone as open and uninhibited, for that matter... but there's always hope, ya know) and still haven't found what i'm looking for and all that jazz... not that i've actually looked for anything in a long time...

and this is why i adore her even more...

so the basketball playoffs are on the tv now (after American Idol that Precious was watching when i got home, a rare night when both of us are home) and the apartment is more of a wreck than ever as i stopped trying to pick up after anyone, including myself, but i'm seldom here so it's become a moot point for me... i could be saving a lot more money, but i've given up on living here my way and eat most meals out these days... i'll save for retirement in another life...

so what else is new?...

tomorrow is softball again, so i really should give this body some sleep tonight because it do feel it when i am pitching... but i sat here staring at the boob tube vegging when i got home and if i was tired i'd have nodded off... obviously not giving the body enough exercise to make it tired and yet, definitely not giving it enough sleep to be optimal... story of this life, more or less...

and lonely, but that's not new...

i just opened some mail and found a bill from a medical test from a year ago... what kind of crap is that?... apparently the thieves (corporate america, in this case the medical industry and insurance companies) want more money over and above the money they get out of every check and from my employer... i'll call my insurance company tomorrow and see if this is yet another mistake like the last dozen times they refused to pay... Blue Cross is definitely one of the biggest rip-offs going...

i'm about done with modern medicine anyway... they just feed each other and rip-off the patient... i see it from the inside and as a patient, over-ordering tests and then not following up after payment is received, but worse, requesting additional payment a year later because they think they can get it... most people pay without question, i suppose... i could make good use of the three grand my roommates have borrowed too... i did not think they would stiff me, but there's no movement... i think it's about time for a change of direction, or at least for the wallet to close for a while (except for my renewed social life)...

see what i mean, money is just a nuisance... life was a lot simpler when i had none...i learned a long time ago that having it just attracts people who want it and they'll take as much as they can get... so why do i continue to believe i might find someone who doesn't do that even as i am repeatedly milked?...

it has been a very long time since i lived with someone i could completely trust and share everything with knowing there would be an equitable balance... i knew that experience once for almost a decade and i definitely wish i could find it again...

there, z, i know you haven't read this sort of home life crap in a while and you've missed it cuz you love throwing it back at me cuz it's so much easier to respond to than my flights of fancy love love love crap (shhhh, i am not giggling, it's just the wind)...

meanwhile, what's this i hear about Jay Leno retiring and Conan O'Brian and Jimmy Fallon being the lead replacement candidates... they probably won't pay enough for Jon Stewart or me, not that i'd want the gig... i'm way too cynical in this stage of life to play that everybody's friend game... they should bring back Johnny as a for a guest host... yes, the Carson... did i ever tell you that i chose my name slightly influenced by his name... six letters starting with a c, you see?... totally non-denominational and generic, high sales value and all...

i think it's time for the Colbert Report...

doesn't he do what what's-his-name, the host who tried to be Chevy Chase on SNL, you know, Dennis Miller, used to do, only better?...

ok, i've exhausted all the topics on page one of the how-to-write-a-blog-without-even-trying book that i am not writing, but contemplating suddenly between blinks and digging out navel lint... so it's time to bring this blog entry that really belongs over there, that diaryland place i've so long neglected, and not here where i am meant to be trying to be human and bring RealTime™ to life in real time through brief synopsetic entries that tell you and the universe all about me and this life i so-called live… the words will continue to flow into other places and still more blogs as time goes by (you must remember this) because that is what words do, at least in my mind (and out of my mind too), but the days of run-on sentences casually spilling into random paragraphs about this that and everything else not anywhere near any reasonably connectable point for no apparent reason other than it can be done (and often) may be waning ever so slightly (like the girls in girls gone wild videos), but the ridiculous and meandering references may still pop out (like the Doughboy when you poke his tummy) every now and then, or sometimes, even, so no worries and don't fret if you miss me, or it, for as long as there are blood cells flowing through the muscles that manipulate the digits at the end of the appendages extruding from this body (particularly upper, cuz i'm not so much into that my left foot kind of thing and hope i never have to find out if i would be), there will be words pouring forth kind of like this (and i so do appreciate you finding them wherever they may be)… see, besides late night underage flashers, just look at what you'd miss if you got fed up and stopped reading at the pathetic whining part...

so let's all sit back and watch Lil' Bush or some other educational television show…

g'nite :)