An Asian Porn Morning, Click Bait Fail, Cancer Free, Killing Mean People, Lazy Folk

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy, drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.” — Hunter S. Thompson

It’s an Asian porn morning here; we got about 5 inches. The snow is beautiful, it will be gone this afternoon, but nature’s blanket is a lovely thing. Top of the morning to you, I trust you slept well; we did. We were a couple of rocks on top of a mountain. Please understand this is a joke, a collection of words that are meant to make one smile. This statement is not Asian hate; this is humor.

We worked here until 2:00 p.m., headed down the hill, I had to go to the doctor. Along the way, our dermatologist called us both and said we did not have skin cancer which is nice; we’ve got that going for us. I got my blood work; I’m in pretty good shape, a couple of areas to watch, but for a 51-year-old man, I’m going to live another year. I could drink less and eat better, but I guess that might be the case for you as well?

Here’s a thought, what if nice people began killing mean people. I mean, it would be a struggle; as a nice person, I can’t fathom killing another human, but if I did, the world would be a better place. We would need to adjust our laws to make the murder of mean folks not a crime—something to ponder on this middle of the week mountain top.

I occasionally visit Twitter on my p.c. I removed it from my phone, but I still like to see what the twits are saying. As a Twit on twitter, I believe it is fair to call our brothers, sisters, and others. The trending item last night was “should you accept a bridge job?”

I didn’t bother to click on the link; I’m going to assume the question is do you take a job to bridge the job you want. Nah, take the unemployment, you lazy “fek,” no need to contribute to society. As a contributing member of the community for the last 35 years, laziness appalls me.

My experiment of click bate did not pay off; thankfully, people did not care if I had a terrible day. They treated my muse or soup as if I had a perfect day.  Most read to the end, my daily readers commented, a new fresh face shared my post was out of alignment with who I was. I took that as a compliment; I’m not the angry, upset, concerned person; I attempt to be a light in a world of sometimes darkness. 

A friend of mine sent a few quotes yesterday; I appreciate Chris and Barret for always sending me ideas and thoughts that align with my ideology.  The quote was about how man had lost the notion of God, how society might improve if we leaned back into religion, and I can’t say I disagree. I think faith might be a common bond that will disperse with the wacky outliers of society. Editors notes, my quote above and below does not fit this paragraph. But Uncle Hunter has wisdom.

Some days I pen a few thoughts to help my morning mind make soup. I wrote last night, “my day was f’ing amazing.”  I spent it with my Queen; we worked together; I worked, read, took a nap, and returned home after the doctor’s to make some lump crab and jalapeno soup. My Queen added some corn she cut from the cob and cooked it in butter. It may or may not have been the best soup ever made in the history of humanity. I like soup, and I’m not a bad chef.

We have company coming in from Indiana. A couple of folks are here visiting their daughter from Amsterdam. I don’t know the back story, why they choose to meet here, but we will host them for the next few days. It’s supposed to be beautiful this weekend; we’ve got a couple of derby parties, it should be a good weekend.

My friend Matt called yesterday and educated me on Donor Funds. It’s a fund you can set up with your financial advisor to give money to 501 C 3’s. It’s all tax-deferred, with capital gains looking to increase; it might be something my wealthy friends should investigate. I’ll meet with our planner when I return to Indiana; I think it time we set up the Jenanson Fund to help those in need.

I booked our trip back to Indiana. We will be staying in Kansas in a riverfront Air B and B and Illinois in some swanky three-bedroom plush home. Both pet-friendly, PVHT will have the run of the land. We will arrive Wednesday afternoon and begin our Midwest attack of family, friends, and clients.

My Queen is up; she’s in the kitchen cleaning up from our soup fest last night. We ate and then watched our show “man in the high castle.” We were in bed by 9:00; we got 9 hours of sleep; we are sound sleepers these days.   

We have started the transition of our offices to a co-working space. COVID taught us we don’t need thousands of square feet to do our bidding, so we will begin leasing out space to other business professionals. Wifi, printing, scanning, and a place to do your work are all included. If you want a random spot, it’s $100.00, if you want a secure location, it’s $250.00, and if you want an office with a window, that would be $500.00. All payable per month, I’m in love with passive income.

My soup is just jokes, thoughts, and ideas from a young man who grew up in the cornfields of Indiana. I now sit mostly on top of a mountain with a queen and a creature known as PVHT. I hope your life is what you wanted as a small child; mine has exceeded all expectations. As a child, I wanted to eke out a simple existence; simple is not what life is these days; it’s a complex web of love, joy, and happiness. It only gets better from here, and for me, that has me smiling like a Cheshire cat. 

“Maybe there is no Heaven. Or maybe this is all pure gibberish—a product of the demented imagination of a lazy, drunken hillbilly with a heart full of hate who has found a way to live out where the real winds blow—to sleep late, have fun, get wild, drink whisky, and drive fast on empty streets with nothing in mind except falling in love and not getting arrested . . . Res ipsa loquitur. Let the good times roll.”

— Hunter S. Thompson