the idiot guitar god neighbour is concertizing for
us on his bass. he is afraid that we have forgotten
how important he is. pathetic little shit!

he does not need to play so loud. he has a soundproof
studio to play in. we don't mind if he plays in there.
he wants to be heard. stupid needy and useless
little man.

well, my digital camera appears to be broken. my
neighbour said that he will take a look at it when
he comes back from a work trip. i don't know if it
is saveable. all i get now is really fuzzy, blurry
images.

i cannot afford a new camera right now. it is gonna
take a while. so i am posting only older photos.
c'est la vie.

i have been struggling in the past couple days with
this computer. i have been scratching my head and
twisting up my face into all kinds of grotesque
gestures, imagining all kinds of software mistakes
that i have made. doing scans and reboots and checking
everything.

a couple months ago i bought a new cordless mouse. it
is a big mystery to me, all this new fangled hoohaw.

i finally figured it out. i replaced the battery in
the mouse and all my problems are solved! what a big
victory for an obtuse, rockheaded moron like me!
i feel so free! so free! so free!

the big forested park beside my shack, called Parc du Mont Royal, is a beautiful paradise of maple, oak, birch, pine, and linden trees. i feel so fortunate to have the forest as a neighbour. i love to run on the back trails, into the most secluded areas.

i get down on the ground, even in the rain, to do my pushups, catch my breath for a couple minutes and then keep on running. in the winter time i do my pushups naked here in my shack after walking on the mountain of love.

i started this pushup program in 2009. http://hundredpushups.com/index.html today, i reached 84 pushups on the last set, which is an exhaustion set. that sure does feel good. i did 52-66-84. the ideal is for me to begin running soon after finishing set of pushups.

other than the workout, i bought more thyroid meds for my senile cat, named buster. and i did some grocery shopping. i also went into the bar downstairs, to tell them that i had removed the plastic tarp that they had duct taped to my back door. i had to go out there to retrieve buster, who had somehow got outside into the fire escape area on the other side of building

i do not have to inform them about the tarp. it is my door, not theirs. but our landlord is extremely cheap and stingy. the tarp is covering an area that did not get properly sealed off against the heavy rains. the landlord got some idiots with inferior new product to seal off the roof of the first floor where the fire escapes are. and he has no intention of doing the job right.

the bar people are sometimes too loud on thursday and friday nights. i am pissed off with them. but i do not want to let things get out of hand. so i went in there to warn them about the tarp.

the idiot guitar god is playing his bass again. he
has come to the edge of being too loud three times
in the past hour. i predict that he will soon be
at concert volume.

so needy and so useless.

food bank chores are going to be tough tomorrow,
because we will be missing one important person in
the crew. so i thought that i would head for bed
earlier. soon as i lay my head on the pillow,
the idiot guitar god neighbour starts concertizing
for us. stupid little puke.

it must be a terrible thing to be so needy and so
useless.

i worked here in montreal for 7.5 years at a gay gym
which was part of a bathhouse complex. that building
has since been demolished. the memories are still very
clear and potent.

when i began working there i did not have a home
computer. i just used internet cafes and other peoples'
computers. i was not very competent on the computer,
and in fact, i am still very ignorant.

one time a trusted massage client said to me, "you should
change your passwords more frequently. it is very easy
to follow everything you are doing on the internet."
he told me that there was an internet chat room that was
dedicated to chat about montreal masseurs and who did
what. therapeutic massage and orgasmic massage. he said
that one man had boasted online that he had hacked all
of my email accounts and posted some of my emails.
this trusted person gave me the url of the website,
but i decided that i would just ignore it. it did not
interest me to read what people were posting.

i was not really shocked at the time. it did not mean
that much to me. i realized that i would never be able
to learn enough about how to be competitive with those
who wanted to peer into my private communications. it
just was not a big deal for me.

in terms of jungian typology i am INFJ. so that means
that the place where the real juice of the xxxxxxxxxxx
activity is in the sensate and thinking functions. when
i am in the grip experience of running in the woods
with the sensation of the hard rock, the living trees,
the fresh air, the thinking function is highly stimulated.

thinking, as it relates to computer operating systems,
passwords, security features, etc. means very little to
me. i cannot get excited or bothered when my emails have
been hacked. somebody who has the typology of extroverted
sensation thinking might find some sexual excitement from
hacking the emails of an intuitive feeler. they express
it as le pouvoir, the power to invade.

somebody got into my email account just recently and
deleted about four months of emails. i noticed it this
morning. i just checked it again a few minutes ago, and
now i see that two years of emails have been deleted.

sometimes i think i might enjoy going back to just using
internet cafes and let go of the internet service on
my phone line. this computer does not function so well
any more. i might not buy a new one.

it would mean that i would have to find some other way
of posting photos here in NNland. i could figure out a
way to do that.

i am a little bit irritated by the invasion, but not
bent out of shape. i have known for a long time that
some people have reached into my computer to snoop
around. i am simply not competent to counter the
hacker. big deal.

i had an excellent hard run and pushup routine on the
mountain of love. i was in meetings at the street mission
all day, and finally got out on the trails at 3:30 pm.
much cooler today and less humidity. good running weather.

then just after supper time the idiot guitar god neighbour
decided that we should have a wall-stomping concert. he
continued off and on for one hour. such a talented man!

have i ever mentioned before how much i dislike wealthy
glamour people? perhaps i have. i still get such a big
rush of happiness and laughter when i am out running on
the back trails and nobody can hear me -- i shout out
"fuck off stupid! go fuck yourself! i don't watch television!
i cannot stand magazine beauty! it drives me up the
fucking wall! get lost!"

that is a left over from my career in massage therapy.
it makes me very happy to shout that out loud and laugh
when i am out running in the woods.

i just came back from an ecstatic hard run on the mountain
of love. i could feel the rain coming, and was looking
forward to it. the rain started about 15 minutes into the
run. no lightning or thunder, and no wind. just steady hard
warmish rain.

i was completely alone for most of the run. my legs were
very very happy. i was surprised with the rain and the
horsepower in my legs.

then i got down in the grass at a picnic area and did
80 continuous pushups. this is the second time that i
have done 80 in an exhaustion test. just my shorts and
shoes on. almost naked.

i let myself rest for about seven minutes and then
started to run back home.

the idiot guitar god is playing his bass right now.
occasionally he comes to the edge of playing too
loud, and then he backs off. that is okay with me.
other people in this building also play this loud.
nobody expects perfect silence. it is only when
he tries to take more than his share of the acoustic
space that i get pissed off.

stupid little man! he was playing his bass super
loud for us when i came back to my shack. such
a drag to come home, hoping for some peace and
quiet and find out that he is playing at concert
volume.

pathetic, desperate, needy and useless little man.