Thanksgiving every day

 All my babies are back. The whole family locked down pretty well for months. Some of them are happy not needing to go out of their room playing games.

Fortunately, family income holds. A bit down but the interest rate is low! I still owe a lot of money but enjoying it while I can, not worrying about how to pay the bills.

Nowadays we can have all our favorite grocery stores delivered. So we have import authentic Japanese noodles and dry sauce instead of unhealthy instant noodles. We have trout that we almost forget. Salmon for substitution if other wild fish isn't available. And jumbo shrimps.

I also converted to induction cooking. Even with the portable ones with limited power, it's very sufficient. I converted because it makes the cookware last longer without a direct flame on the sides. And it's easier to clean. And I'm going all stainless steel.

For meat, we cut down on beef, no other red meat, and all chicken to suit all the family. Also, all kinds of veggies that I can tolerate, tofu, asparagus, beans, eggplant, and other normal organic veggies. We can also have Asian veggies but I don't stir fry that much. I prefer to eat veggies that can be air fried.

And OMG we made our own French bread every morning. I never thought a bread machine can be like a robot without any human input other than throw in the ingredients and press the button. I never thought that a small electric oven can do so well that no grocery stores in USA can do it better. I always wonder how difficult it is to make French bread when all those in the stores are so bad. They don't know what's french bread and they rarely eat it and never liked it. But now they are all converted.

And we have fruit salad without dressing every day when we don't need to rush for preparing dinner. That's how we can make everybody eat organic apples and oranges. Some are too lazy to prepare organic strawberries themselves. Some are too lazy to find organic grapes in the fridge. Nobody is going to skin kiwis themselves. Now it's part of dinner.

As for dessert, we settle for Magnum like stick ice cream. People are lazy and the ice cream is limited. And there are some international frozen deserts. Also frozen fruits like mango that people can mix into other deserts and snacks.

For mental food, I have been binge-watching the Mentalist. After that I discovered Unforgotten. In a way, it's not dissimilar.  The crimes happen all over rural or not so the rural UK. It's like the Mentalist all over California. I haven't been to many places but I did road trips up and down Scotland, England and Wales. The locals are rather appreciative because most people fly to Europe for vacation. A retired guy wanted to show us a funeral procession he filmed in my home country many years ago. A kid tried to warn us about a pretty stream near the town that we walked on, probably about the pollution or waste. I felt sorry for the kid in charge because we had to cancel a boat trip in Glasgow to visit some TV spots because it would take hours. In Wales, an old company executive obviously took an escort or his mistress to dinner at our next table. 

But it was rather short. Then I discovered the prequel to Prime Suspect. She is so beautiful. I wish it was longer. She doesn't have many works after that but I will follow. I actually fancy Buffy but I don't know why I can't watch past the 5-minute mark. I remembered a Russian cam girl who looked like her who was very popular when Buffy was the hot potatoes. I did spend some money on her once, the cam girl.

I also rediscovered the Diary of a call girl. I remember our fellow blogger who I haven't heard of since. I actually watched it many years ago but gave up after a few minutes. The same thing happened again. I don't know why it's difficult to watch. Maybe it's Piper who I don't find attractive. Her bod is a lot better than the other Brits I must admit. Maybe without the shock and the novelty, it has nothing for me.

I could have subscripted to the Brit channel. Surprise surprise, I ended up with New Tricks! Am I getting old now? Basically, it carries on the London that I left. I'm not a Londoner but I remember the good old BT tower and lost around the Soho area around it. Damn, and I picked up a teen at King's Cross! I could have tipped her good and get her number. But I was such a newbie. She ended up telling me the number she lived where I dropped her off. But when I knocked next time it was a tough-looking man like Hell Angels. But he was polite. I visited him again just in case. He opened the door again and wasn't nasty. I was so dumb.

The old guys actually look familiar to me. It's funny and easy to watch. The woman is not bad but it's torture to see her flirt when she looked like a whale and the unusual teeth compared to American standard. I wasn't counting how many seasons I watched. I am taking a break. Maybe I find something else or return. I'm really not into her when there is romance. I'm OK with Mentalist even though she isn't my type by a long shot. She doesn't look like a whale.

I'm also not sure if I am that underachieving. Mortals aim to retire early on 6 figures income. I was doing pretty well. Putting you in a big house and you don't want to struggle much.

Does Biden or Trump really want to be president at that age? Isn't it torturous? I don't think Biden wants it that much considering what happened in the family. Others want him to lead the resistance. And what the heck he had been preparing for it all his life. Trump certainly not, not the 1st time. He's not that rich to leave behind an empire. It's could collapse in one incident like the Maxwells. But people who live their jobs like to keep going instead of sitting at home. That's the problem. Trump can only do it his way, bankrupting the country while enriching himself. He is not capable of doing other ways. And he isn't getting much out of it. 

Clinton has that drive, preparing for an eventual run even before his husband leaves the office. Like Musk, Bezos. He could have sold out many years ago and never work again. But somehow he knows that he can dominate the world that tech companies can't. And he wants to. He is on his way but then comes China. There are not many interesting things on Amazon on Thanksgiving but a lot more fun at Ali Express. If only we do not need to wait for a month or more to get the goods.

I still browse the classified and add to my to-do list when it's safe to do so. It's far off but it's a habit. I also did some cam shows. But surprise surprise, Chanel II became a cam girl on Instagram. How is it possible? She was wearing underwear and used Paypal. If she got a few hundred it will be worth her time. But it's insane when she is so rich, asking for small changes and not going nude.

Goodbye, my favorite spy

Sean died at 90, along with part of my life. It's very likely that his movies are the first that I watched. I used to think that I watched every Bond movie in the cinema, except Doctor No, through Roger Moore and then some, including Sean's unofficial Bond movie, Never say never again.

My dad maybe took me once and I'm sure my big brother took me the rest until I went myself. I blame the bond movies for my lust for women. The movies aren't suitable for children although there was nothing explicit. What's the point of watching all these impossibly beautiful bond girls in minimal costume when I wasn't old enough to date for a long long time to come?

And I have too high an expectation of woman. Good girls hit me left and right but I settle for waiting if they don't capture my attention like the bond girls. So I ended up waiting and waiting, waiting to be successful and rich.

I never thought about it before but the most memorable bond girl to me is the Japanese girl in You only live twice. I was so upset when she died that I didn't even remember who took her place in the second half of the movie. Maybe she has something to do with my personality development.

Sean is simply handsome. He is more of the classic lead in the same class as Humphrey Bogard. I watched Roger before he became Bond so I feel that he is a bit of a comedian rather than humor, relatively speaking.

There is always these talk of quitting despite being paid an absurd amount of money so the franchise can carry on. The reason for quitting is always trying to do something else. First, I doubt a lot of cases. Maybe quitting while the going is still good rather than wait till the bitter end. Maybe failed contract negotiation.

Is this a sign of underachievement? Many people will take it easy when they get to the point that they never have to work again to maintain their comfortable life. Steve Jobs, Bezos, Mark, Musk are the exceptions.

What Steve has anything to prove when iPhones conquered the world? People won't remember him soon and when Apple declines nobody will remember him. Do you even remember Nokia? But in his case, he does have something to fight for, to put down Bill Gates. Steve lost out to Bill in PCs. He lost Apple too but came back to win everything, the most valuable company. People worship Steve but hate Bill.

What else is the driving force? If Steve stays on the stock price of Apple will be stable and rising. But you can't carry money into your grave. His widow and kids have lifetimes of money to spend already.

Musk is an oddball. He really wants to be in the history books.

Bezos seems to be holding steady no matter what others say, wouldn't settle until world domination. He is amazing when I joined Amazon just after it moved on from selling books on a website. Maybe he felt people look down on him not being a tech company and he's not a Silicon Valley founder like the rest. Maybe that drives him.

In Sean's case, he earned enough money over the years, every woman wants him. He's not going to build an empire or enter the history books. Why not quitting as an icon and do something more interesting or enjoy life?

People say that it's hard to get ahead putting you in a big house and a big salary. A beautiful wife and lovely kids make it worse. And this is what companies do to keep people instead of having competitors. 

I had those moments and I don't regret it. You can see the difference when kids growing up with people around them looking up to their dad.

I missed those years but I ain't doing too badly at all. I'm in the same big house. I still manage to have passionate sex with teens with flawless bodies. Those are only safe bets and I have many other interests.

Well, not exactly flawless since I'm not rich. I always think that Kat only did it for the winter break and won't be back after Christmas. I was wrong. She seemed to have big plans but quitted soon after the pandemic started. She is a pretty senior schoolgirl. Totally beautiful in the raw but gorgeous with full makeup on. I always love her smallish tits. I went nuts when she had the tits erection when I licked her. Her only flaw maybe her legs. There's nothing wrong and she is totally proportional all the times I saw her naked. Perhaps when she stands shoulder to shoulder against a model, her legs may look inferior because of the length. But who cares! I never went that far down!

Tits and Activitism

 Tits and Sass look depressing. When it was new it was all that. A wide spectrum of sex workers, intellectual founders, vocal with a purpose. Now there were no new posts for a couple of months. You can blame it on Covid19 but it's not much better last year.

In its hay days, I can see several problems. No pornstars think that they are sex workers. Strippers who are legal shouldn't be counted. It just doesn't fit well together.

The lifespan of a sex worker is short. Countless girls work several weeks, 10K each, to pay off their credit cards and other loans fast. Then they went back to their old life or start a new one. Plenty of girls work a season or two when nobody books them anymore, being forced to retire. For attractive and well educated, they have other options. So how do you find educated editors to pass the baton once a year?

It's the same thing. How can you find enough educated activists to contribute?

In its hay days, legalization was a possibility, at least a path was possible. 4 years of Trump gave us the anti-trafficking laws making public discussion on sex workers an impossibility. You can't control what posters post but you are responsible for it. Even the die-hard activists would have been devastated.

And who is not devastated by the virus? The social distance is negative and you often have to exchange body fluid if only due to DFK. My goto site seems to be business as usual but how bad is business? Very, I suppose. In the best of days, I often don't feel getting my money's worth. For example, her pictures are a bit off, or my cock doesn't burst my zippers. This is worse than aids in limiting what we do.

I happened to know 3 of my ATF's 5 years each. Chanel is the 1st. I met Chanel II and Margaret the schoolgirl about the same time because Margaret hooked us up. They all have the ability to stay top dogs for all the years without offering nasty things that won't last. I don't see how Tits and Sass can support "permanent" staff. My girls have plenty of things to worry about other than being an activist.

Chanel could have married a rich husband. Margaret retired. She moved into a nice apartment and appreciating her simple good life, eating well and working hard at the gym. She never liked herself. I'm so fond of her because of her perfect schoolgirl body. I can overlook her perfect makeup as long as she makes herself beautiful. She seems to like herself after the transformation but I don't fancy her plastic surgeries and the new makeups. She is now more like a full-body stripper on route to be a bodybuilder if she wants to. I miss the old her so much. I didn't think she could last long after retiring but she seems to be doing very well.

Chanel II has a second home on the east coast. Very porsche. The virus doesn't seem to impact her that much. She continued to shop once the malls are reopened. She seems to be busy with her boyfriend and I don't know if she's doing regular business. She's like a catwalk model with long legs. She isn't that beautiful so I don't know how she has been doing well so far. She isn't that bright either. But maybe she is; she fooled me until I found her Instagram. But maybe she is. Her high school classmates go to ivy leagues and she drops out from one of the top colleges. But maybe she isn't because she told me all that. But I worry about her if she spends like that. I'm sure she has a lot of money saved and put to good use. But the obsession worries me when you fuck people for as low as a few hundred. Although if you want to hire somebody expensive that blows the rest away with her wardrobe alone, she will worth every cent.

Mentalist

 As I have told you, my current binge-watch is Mentalist. It is surprisingly easy to watch. I like it even though all the women are not my type.

I feel lucky when I watched the episode with a coroner. He still has the energy to pick fights but in fact, he was dying of some sickness and old age. He was living alone. He could have retired. He had nobody close to ask for help but Jane, asking him to witness him dying so he won't be autopsied. Once Jane agreed to it they just went ahead, didn't need to tell anybody else, didn't need to say goodbye. It was sad.

Maybe he was in my mind or maybe not. Later, for a very brief moment, I thought of the question, "what have I done?" That means for all my life I have no achievement to show for. But only for a brief moment.

My dad is far from rich but I had an easy life. He wanted me to be a doctor but I just gave up the chance early on. Not interested. I always had the answer. I can get by easily. If I want something very badly I will be very disappointed if I don't get it. That is very Buddhist. I'm always the underachiever since elementary school. I have no role model. My dad is successful but he is a blue-collar entrepreneur combination. He wouldn't how to push me if he wanted.

For the prime of my life, I was going places, had a good job that I liked. My family is proud of me. The rest envy me. I regret that I didn't take all the chances to grab the money and power to stay where I was. But being the underachiever that I am, I might have tried harder but it is not my thing. I want to do it differently but probably not by a lot. Just that if I had more money and power I would have been struggling less.

We are holding up quite well. Some work dried up because of the pandemic but other work expanded virtually. Everybody is doing well in prison, unlike somebody who went crazy.

I always say that I am ready to go because I don't have deep regrets and I am not desperate to do anything more. It is just hard to say goodbye to everything. I had a decent life. I always feel bad for kids who get the short straw being born, feeling hungry, no prospect of a better life.

Look at the very successful people like Bezo. People forget Myspace when Facebook comes out. I do have some contribution to civilization that may survive quantum entanglement. And look at what he is fucking. I'm just not interested in her. I would have more joy fucking most of the women I encountered.

And look at the iconic Phoebe Cates. I understand why she wouldn't want to come out more and attend reunions. It is just so demoralizing when we see her now. It's better for her to hide and keep the iconic image forever in our brains.

The 2nd last girl I saw was a blonde version of her in her teens. Perfect in every way. With the help of tasteful makeup. Do I worry about how I looked? No. The goodbye kiss was even convincing. We weren't kissing enough so I sat close to her asking for it without saying or doing anything. I just talked with my eyes, "you are beautiful!". She gave me a big smile, no hesitation to receive my lips, and kiss away until I had enough.

I had an easy life.

Mortality

I told you that I have been fully functional. I didn't see a doctor as far as I can remember. That changed when I went to ER. It was like severe food poisoning when I didn't eat anything, nothing special. I can't be that bad but I felt like passing out any time. And so I went.

Fortunately, it wasn't any big deal. It was basically nothing. But unfortunately, the symptoms overlap with a minor stroke. So I had to do all the tests, from blood, urine to CAT, waiting for hours.

Once out of the hospital, I began to think about my mortality. I do have some underlying conditions that I can choose to ignore or to deal with it for the rest of my life. It seems stupid but I had it since middle school and it never gave me any trouble so far. And if I have to go tomorrow, life will go on for everybody else and that I don't miss anything in particular. I don't even have a bucket list but I can always fill in a few economical ones. Saying goodbye is the hardest.

I thought the IRS finally caught up with me after I had a few month's relaxations. I had a letter that I didn't want to open. I had a request for a document that I didn't think I can find. It's a simple form but I had to turn the garage upside down to find anything.

It turns out that it's a false alarm and I found the doc before it got into the garage.

For pressure relief, I turned to the Mentalist. And now I'm going to enjoy all the seasons with no pressure, and forget about my mortality and the coming of the ER bill.

I thought the Mentalist lasted just one season because it can't be popular. There's no pretty woman. But I enjoyed it and watch every episode on live TV for the 1st season. I think I cut the cord after that.

It surprised me that they lasted for 7 seasons. It may be easier to write than Chuck but still, the mental tricks and the cases can be a bit old after a season or two. We'll see. 

They are not my type but I am attracted to both women in a good way. They guys are likable too. I like that they showcase a CA place often in the middle of nowhere in every episode. I never like the Red John thing but that was the trend.

Old Movies

The  20th anniversary of Bring It On surprised. I feel like I watched it 3 years ago!

I can't imagine what Kirsten feels when she was 18 at the time. But then she had fame and legacy. She wasn't doing too badly. And she is still so young! And she is talking about sequel being co-chair of PTA. Union looks great too if not greater.

It isn't connected but I had the chance to revisit my old porn collection. Nowadays nobody uses backup hard drives anymore so it was gathering dust.

Maybe my taste has changed. Some stars I was addicted to. But I can't bear to watch them again. It is an immediate delete. Some movies I kept just in case. But they excite me. Maybe it's the freshness because I watched at most one or two. But I remember the movies that I didn't like that much in the past.

It's also interesting to feel the progress of technology. Many movies are DVD's before the era of HD. They hang on the Internet for a very long time.

Many movies have a combination of the alternative formats, avi, wmv, mpg and mkv. I remember I had trouble with wmv since I moved away from Windows. And later I had trouble with the new mkv. But now the player just play everything.

Also, the movies are at a combination of alternative resolutions, DVD, HD and FHD. And even PSP versions. I used to have trouble playing FHD but now even the cheapest device can fire them up without hesitation.

Maybe the hardware is better now, not only the speed. I don't remember seeing individual hair on at the pussy that is freshly shaven, with a few red like they were hurt. Maybe, for this reason, I deleted some because I can see flaws in their skin and stretch marks. The FHD ones become more appealing now.

But my favorite is enduring. I don't know how long she started but all she did was DVD's. She played 18 years olds until she retired. And her movies just linger on the Internet even now. I rewatched a few and I got the same reactions! And she is still my favorite for all these years.

Hope is all that matters

I know it's a bit tone-deaf talking about pandemic sex or no sex on the Player's blog. But I remember an original Star Trek episode when Spock and crew were lost in space in the tiny shuttle. They had little fuel left, enough to sustain them for a while. The chance of them being found by the mother ship Enterprise was a needle in a haystack.

Spock surprised the whole crew by dumping all fuel and igniting it. All was logical when the captain spotted them in no time visually.

Looking back, I survived the last financial storm by doing something similar, less logical, and less heroic. I refused to abandon hope and kept going, even refusing 10K because it didn't buy me any hope. It could have backfired. But it kept me from going mental.

I sympathize very much with people who get nothing when they are closed down (with or without govt help). I sympathize with people who vote for a slice of hope in jobs, no matter how bad the candidate actually is, causing unnecessary massive job loss in the first place.

I survived the last one and surviving this one so far. The fact is everybody else is in it so hang on as much as you can and hope for the best. Our income is holding but it can change at any moment. It's not for me to worry.

My high school and college kids are doing well locked up at home. Bribe them with games and food and they are very OK. No way I risk them going to school without a vaccine. Whatever psychological and development damage is all bullshit. What is it worth to risk having a dead kid?

I don't think of myself as a survivalist. But I have a lot of gadgets. The waffle maker is very popular. It's breakfast, snacks, and dinner desert. All I need mostly is flour and the supply is plenty. I convert every ingredient into grams and I can make it fast like fast food. No more buying bulky organic bread and no more preservatives. 

Soda makers are all compatible now, thanks to the pioneer who battled the drink giants. You can now carbonate everything and get the gas without going out. I've been wanting to install a system like restaurants but the supply of gas is not convenient. But I learned that it's a good price to pay, healthy drinks without all the transport cost of transporting water. My heart and stomach like it. It's all that matters as long as it's cheaper than buying bottles of drinks.

Also, I have the best of the class of RO drinking water, all certified components. Taste great on its own or with drinks. My new trick of fast healthy food is to keep cold brew ice tea in the fridge and organic lemon slices in the freezer. And also pure Stevie powder that dissolves in ice water.

As for food, rice, and thin spaghetti as instant noodles. I'm not guilty of ordering prime meat cut and seafood delivered to the door, not anymore. Organics from Ralphs is plenty and a lot more affordable than Whole Foods. 

Induction cooking isn't a game-changer; the cooking is the same. The air fryer is. Now I can make fast healthy food. Not as fast as stir fry but the preparation and cleaning are faster so they are even. Without the use of a big wok, the fryer is a lot easier to clean and maintain. I don't care about recipes. Anything that slows me down is out. Anything that doesn't fit into the frying traying is out. The only trick I have is to brush a lot of oil on top of meat and veg so they don't get dry. Oh, I forget ground pepper. Cheap fat meat is the best because once you fry the hell until the fat is out it's prime meat. Except for organic grape tomato. You don't need to do anything and it's done when the skin burst lightly. Instead of recipes, I discover the good things for air frying. This is one of those. Tastes heavenly with no work.

Back to sex. I just discovered that some wipes I use for endurances are just first-aid numbing med. It's easily available; I just need to dilute to the right concentration with an absorption enhancer like alcohol. The investigation is a bit self-sufficient, unfortunately, LOL. But nothing can stop me from safe pandemic sex if I ever want to do it.

What does the Player do when not ordering women from catalogs?

A plumbing disaster with a happy ending.

I do still look at catalogs every day but there is nothing worth me to go for pandemic sex again. Ladies who I picked will give me an erection by just standing there with few clothes on. Great lovers will burst my pants by just kissing me. The problem is what can I do with them now?

A pair of great legs? I can't lick and watch all of them all the time, can I? I don't think I'm a breast man but the easiest picks are youthful good looking breasts with appetizing nipples. I have something to fall back on when all else fails.

I've been told that some girls pierce their nipples to avoid people motorboating them. Probably true. When I get hold of a nice pair, I will lick and suck the hell out of them, testing their limits gradually. Jordan, whom I hang out with a lot, has a nice pair. All of sudden she showed me her piercing with a chain. I hated her so much that I left her immediately and didn't return her call. 

She scammed me a few times that I didn't mind at all. For all the money that I spent on her including shopping at H&M and dining at Olive Gardens (Also MacDonalds), I am still ahead compared to what she had to offer. She is the one who humbled Chanel in a double. I can't forgive her the day when she agreed to take a shower but deliberately avoid walking on the paper towels I laid down from the bathroom to the bed.

I only touch the plumbing when it's necessary, or when I catch up with everything and there's money in the bank. You will understand why. Once in a blue moon, the criteria were met. The drinking water system is barely working and the extended tax deadline is still months away.

First, the drinking water faucet seems to be leaking. It's the job I most hated, working under and at the back of big deep sinks. 

Second, the shut-off valve to the system is broken and seems to be not fully turned on. To replace it, or any plumbing parts, I have to unscrew it first, which is impossible. Also, it's a non-standard part so I just screwed it on. There's no easy way I can unscrew it without damaging the pipes.

So it's easier to cut off everything and replace the main shut-off valve under the sink. The problem is, that's the first major plumbing job I did because it didn't shut-off completely due to old age. That became the oldest valve in the house when all other valves were gradually replaced with the newer quarter-turn ball valve. I still didn't replace it because there's no more copper pipe to cut. I have to break into the wall.

To ease the pain, I decided to finally get rid of the garbage disposal. I have been wanting to get rid of it for years and years. It looked like a huge screw to me. If I can't unscrew a tiny nut, how can I get rid of it? If it's gone, I have to replace the sink drain as well. I didn't know if the drain is integrated with the sink. Do I have to replace the sink too? 

But of course, it's easier and cost-effective if you replace the whole sink. The problem is, my sink is cemented into the tile worktop. If I hire someone it will be over a grand. And I have to clean up everything first which is a lot of work. I might just as well remodel the whole kitchen. Moving up seems to be not so bad.

Then I discovered that sink drains are standard, replaceable. So the buck stops there.

After the disposal is garbaged, I have to reinstall the drain pipes. I had the chance to replace them with a low profile design to fit in more gadgets under the sink, my original goal to remove the disposal.

So in summary, I have a few known unknowns and unknown unknowns. I ordered everything and picked the ones that I will have meaningful use of the sink when something goes wrong. When the essential things arrived at my door, I started work.

Just as I expected, I couldn't remove the disposal. It seems to me that the neck can be cut off to access the sink drain. You know what? I still waiting at the red lights on the right turn lanes like an idiot. I still turn left at the green, barely avoiding collision and receiving many horns. I brought out the jigsaw to cut off the disposal. I was prepared to buy a new reciprocal saw but the jigsaw worked. It's clumsy and messy. But I did it.

Next, I couldn't unscrew the 4-inch screw of the sink drain of course. I noticed that it's plastic, so I figured out that I can saw it off without sawing into the sink. And I did it with the jigsaw. All the while, I didn't remember there is a thing called an oscillator tool and I had it in the garage. It's a lot easier and cleaner if I remembered.

After replacing the drain, it's the pipes so I can use the sinks and everything else. I picked a flexible one-piece design for twin sinks so I have the sinks operational at once. That's the first mistake. It's foreign-made that is not completely compatible with what the US plumbers do here. The listing is simply wrong. I only ordered it because the only alternative will take a few days to arrive.

It surprised me that the better drainpipe system is available in Homedepot, but not the one closest to me. Without the use of the sinks I can't cook and I can't eat without outside help. So I risk the deadly virus to venture outside and into the store with my $50 mask.

But it didn't seem to work for all my troubles. The main drain pipe is at the corner instead of the middle so the whole setup will be asymmetrical if it ever works. The flexible pipes were either too short or too long for the sinks. After some trial and error, I concluded that I have to go to the stores again to get some pipes. Before that, with one accidental twist, the flexible pipes exhibited themselves beautifully like two strands of DNA crossed with each other in the middle under the sink.

Cutting off the old main valve was next. That was the moment when I remembered that I had an oscillator tool and what it's for. It surprised me that I used it so many times, more than any other saws combined. There's no way I can use any saws to cut the pipes almost flush with the wall.

The cut was a bit raw but I had high hopes on Sharkbites. So I pushed the valve a little bit into the wall and prayed that it bit. When I turned on the outside main supply again, water gushed out fiercely. All I could do was giving myself one more attempt before giving up. I couldn't do anything simple because the pipe was inside the wall except for a few mm.

So I knocked a bit off the drywall so the valve wasn't obstructed. And I pushed. This time around, it seemed to work. It wasn't even leaking so far. I do have to seal off the wall again but that's for another day. The most dangerous moment had passed. Nothing can stop me now. The new valve connects to the dishwasher and the new reverse osmosis system valve flawlessly. Why I needed all those is another story.

The real work began removing the faucet. Although the screw is tiny, it's still impossible to unscrew it. I don't believe in sprays. If it even works it will probably take hours and days that I don't have. Although tiny, I couldn't use any ordinary wrench behind the sink.

I search the Internet for new tools for the job but there isn't any. I rarely used my sink wrench since I installed the faucet. So, fortunately, it was cataloged and I could find it in the garbage. 

It didn't work or I have no stomach for it. Not again when I remembered the pain last time. I was only screwing it on, not off. 

So I searched Youtube for inspiration. A guy cut off the whole faucet from the top with a grinder. But his faucet seemed a bit flimsy when mine seems to be a piece of solid metal. I can always have a go with my oscillator tool. I remembered that I got a powerful blade that can cut everything but the blade on the tool seemed to be rusting. I don't know. I won't be able to find anything if it's not in the database. So I hope the blade is the best I've got and it works.

Initially, the blade grinds in gradually. There was metal dust but it wasn't anything like a saw. It seemed to be going nowhere in the middle of the faucet. Just when I prepared to go to the shops to get the best blade I can, the blade went through a lot quicker once it passed the middle of the faucet with the greatest diameter. Another job was done great, annoying the whole house for an hour on and off.

Everything works. The last job was to connect the dishwasher air gap to the inlet at the drain pipes. To my horror, it was the same hose that connected to the disposal. I cut off the hose too when I cut off the disposal. The hose was in the way. There is more. When I tried to remove the broken hose, I pulled too hard and the plastic air-gap snapped and fell down. If only removing anything else is that easy.

Luckily, I was to replace the air-gap, which is arriving in a few days. This is the only model with an extra air-gap for the faucet. My faucet has one because that is only allowed in my state. I don't use it because it's very noisy. It's very annoying like people clearing their throats loudly at random times. The bigger air gap will be less noisy and easier to install.

One more thing. If I know better, I would have ordered a faucet with plastic nuts that can be unscrewed at the top. My faucet is the same old design but I have nothing to worry about for the next decade. The dishwasher air-gap already is.

Despite everywhere is wet under the sink, I only have a hole unfilled on the sink. And I cannot use the dishwasher. That's a happy ending. But after I warned everybody about the hole, it dawned on me that I have the new technology called clear duct tape, previously known as repair tape. The big hole is covered at an instant, completely waterproof too. As for the dishwasher, I can always bring the hose to the sink when I use it. The air-gap is coming tomorrow and I already have the new hose to go with it.

Time to replace the filters when there is money in the bank. There are a lot more choices now but the brands I used are still in business, the best. The filter replacements are way overdue. The membrane is due too. The tank may last longer but I have to repressurize it at least. I needed a clear housing for the sediment filter so I will have more incentive to change filters on time. But I have to buy the whole bundle for the best. So, inadvertently, I replaced the whole system from the valve to the faucet in one stroke except for the tubes. It's more expensive than a typical system but I have the best.

What have I done? But it's too late now. The orders are placed.

I wonder how many will be interested in my plumbing adventure. If you so desire, I will update when my dishwasher air-gap arrives and the whole reverse osmosis system.

But then I like to see the same girl, or the same type, doing the same things that I most enjoy, with the same equipment that I have.

Life is an aggregate of experience, which continually surprises us - Ron Carlson

When I saw Kat the 2nd time, her makeup is totally different but I liked a lot more. It's a pretty model vs a cute teen. Both are heavy in the sense that every flaw was covered up to look perfect. There's nothing wrong with her 3D outline.

When I licked on her youthful nipples they got an erection. When I fucked her good with a full erection, she screamed OMG! When I tried to kiss her goodbye she gave me a lingering kiss. I had to rinse and repeat. But when I saw her the 3rd time she revered to the girl I met the first time. I didn't even try to kiss her goodbye. I think they are different persons.

The FBI vs the Nuns

After searching all of Amazon Prime and Netlfix, I decided on the Warrior Nuns. I must admit I like pretty girls in cool costumes. She must be eye candy for me to possibly watch a few seasons. It's a bit creepy to binge-watch teen dramas with a pretty girl, but all the others are adults, the action is fun, and the storyline is interesting. It seems to be promoting religion but in fact, slips in some anti-religion doubts. At least there is no romance to be embarrassing to watch; they explained it away very early.

But it has only one season. Then I discovered the Blacklist. I must be living under the rock, and I'm probably is. Never heard of it. It feels old but then again I am happy after discovering that it's still running.

It's my kind of TV. It's more spy than cops. A pretty woman. But actually, James is the lead. I don't think there is a story without him. I remembered watching him somewhere when he was a lot younger. I love him when he delivers the bullshits.

But as good as he is, after two or so seasons, I can't stand whenever he says Kebab. Folkcum is tolerable in the beginning. That grows old and Kebab kills it.

I'm quite sure the series inspired Quantico. But Megan gets too fat after the 1st season. Unwatchable. That never happened to me. Burn Notice never turns me on but she is pleasing to the eyes. Scully still looks good in a jacket and pants, especially kicking ass. And of course Chuck, she's the reason I can't forget and I watched it all over again after Netflix/Prime got it.

Thriving

I am amazed to see people losing it on videos, even for a woman who claimed to wear a $40,000 watch. I understand people who have to take the risk to work or can't pay for food and rent/mortgage. I have little sympathy for others who cannot adapt and face reality.

As for ourselves, we are actually thriving given the circumstances. We went virtual because the whole market is suddenly bigger by a lot; everybody knows how to zoom. The income per client is less but there are more of them. So we are holding up for now but things can change in a moment's notice. I can actually earn more money if I choose to because my job eventually supports the essential works that cannot close.

Mrs Player sits in front of the computer more than me. My kids have much more fun playing video games together in competition than alone. The active one run loops inside the house. Nobody ever complains about a single word of having to stay at home. 

It's so much better without having to go to school. Last summer, my kid opted for an elite summer course and got an A under my supervision. She went on to become a straight-A student since. We can make a killing if everybody has to do online courses.

As for me, it's my world and probably better. I'm doing the same things. I have more time to binge-watch. I can justify buying everything from home. I gave up on Fresh a couple of years ago because Mrs Player complained that it was too expensive. Now it's not so bad in comparison and every extra cent is justified. I even order heavy stuff from Amazon like rice and raw wood pieces for projects. Nothing is too expensive if they can deliver and safer than the shops where Lowes still needs to you sign on a piece of paper.

Nobody will bother to look for me and I have plenty of excuses and alternatives if I don't want to go out.

Even pandemic sex isn't too bad. There are actually a whole lot more choices when I have to give up kissing or anything that I cannot keep my mask on. And I don't book without a morning erection, which guarantees horniness and satisfaction. And I don't need to try to be VIP. Do it quickly, do it cheaply, and run fast.

Our supply chain is designed for this. Our cleaning supplies are pure in bulk. One bottle of body wash ingredients makes 20 bottles. I rarely have to buy anything. I finally perfected using washing soda to clean and disinfect everything, dishes and clothes, pots and pans, without the undesirable effects. You can buy it in bulk to be cheaper than in Walmart.

Before it's impossible to get online, I get an extra pack of TP's and alcohol with my normal orders. I also took an extra pack when we came across them in unusual places, like corner dollar stores. So we never have any shortage of anything.

It will be perfect when my high power UVC fluorescent lamp driver arrives and the water ozonating machine. I've been waiting for months for them. They are the ultimate time savers. Imagine that you have $200 worth of grocery on your doorstep and you have to disinfect them. I know how somebody cannot deal with this sort of things and take the easy way out because the risk is low. 

But it's not a problem for me. How difficult it is to put things aside and wait a few days for any possible virus to become non-functional? I know it's a problem for Mrs Player but not me. I just need some places to hide it or block it from access.

For things that can be washed, I spray it with soap and rinse. For things that can get wet a bit, I spray with dilute hydrogen peroxide until dripping. I often do both. How hard can it be?

The pair is the ultimate tool with virtually no running cost, just electricity which is a lot less than boiling water. There is an unlimited supply of them for wet and dry things.

I didn't order them earlier because of the needed precautions. How can I know that they are the real thing and how do I determine the dose? These aren't problems anymore as times go by.  I'm not going to disinfect masks with UVC, except perhaps a quick pass on the surface. Viruses will "die" given enough time. We have enough disposable and reusable masks to be kept aside for a few days each. I'll run the ozone machine outside the house and use a non-leaking spray bottle or squeeze bottle inside. 

I already have iodide to test the ozonated water. Petri dish, yeast and the materials to test for UVC effectiveness, and ozonated water too.

It will be the day when I can disinfect shoes' under side with UVC for a long as I care to leave them in a locked room. And I can spray ozonated water on carpets, shoe tops, countertops, and anything else where hydrogen peroxide doesn't do visible damage. Half of it will turn into water in 15 minutes, the remaining half will become a quarter of water after the same time period, and so on. Cheaper, safer, and better than peroxide.

Pandemic sex

No one would have guessed that they live long enough to see a pandemic, have compensated sex with a stranger, and write about it. I thought about it since the beginning. It becomes easier each day with all my continuously adapted routines.

What triggered me was this girl's breasts. They are natural, good-sized, young nipples, slightly pointing upwards. But I regretted once I booked her. I'm not going to drop my mask to suck those. And she's not a spinner so she can ride me until I come. And she doesn't offer cim. But anyway, her tits are nice. 

First, I was way out of gas; it was empty when I returned home yesterday. Fortunately, I was going to the post office which is next doors. Before I reached the pump, I heard strange noises and a good samaritan stopped me while I was pulling into the gas station anyway. 

I was using my trunk as a decontamination chamber with an ozone generator. There was a long extension cord leading into the garage socket. I forget to unplug for the 10th time. I managed to walk a 100 yard to retrieve the extension cord which detached and dropped off at the entrance. Nothing damaged.

Then I feel a mild fever and a slightly upset stomach. I worried for a split second that I could have symptoms of a virus. But those were the routine side effects of my meds.

When I almost arrived at the hotel, her screener messaged me that she wasn't going to turn up today and offer another girl in the hotel opposite the road. I was trying to find her pictures but she hasn't done those things yet. I took a gamble.

I walked into hotel with a KN95 mask, newly arrived. I have several types but this one probably works better with the least attention attracting. At the door, I drop off one side of the ear loop so she can see my face and put it back when I enter her room.

I know my odds are not good. She is a very thick girl. But actually, I quite like her. She has long blonde hair, the rough and ready type. She is actually quite cute; her face doesn't look fat, just rounded. She has thick chests, big butt, and thick legs. But she is not short and her waist gives her a nice curve to hold onto.

It was a twin double room but both bed were untidy. Obviously, she slept on one and worked on the other. Not very assuring in a pandemic but it's a 4* hotel.

I was amazed when she took off her bra. This is what I was coming for and more. Her breasts are naturally young, good sized, with perky nipples pointing upward slightly. In addition, she has pink puffy and near milk-white breasts.

First, I put down the ATM money on her table; I only counted the right amount using my bare hands in the parking lot. Before that, I didn't touch anything anybody else can touch.

Then I put on another N100 mask that I brought with me in a brown bag. This is a lot bigger than an N95 with a big soft seal around the mouth and nose and a valve. This is a lot more comfortable to wear and not easy to leak during exercises.

After that, I tried to fulfill what I practiced in my mind many times. How do you enjoy a nice pair of breasts without sucking them? I was holding my rod, kneeling on the bed, inching forward to bang her nipples and rub them. Either she didn't understand or she ducked. She held my rod and suck it.

Her effort was honorable but she is too young for that. Then she did a reverse cowgirl. Before that, she showed me her pink pussy and twerked her big ass which looked good. It wasn't bad but she was a bit big. Now instead of protective of her puffies, she held my hand and squeeze hard on her tits. My fingers were like scissors cutting off her nipples.

She wanted me to squeeze hard and come. I wanted to but can't. So I changed to a stand-up doggy at the side of the bed. I had to hold her pelvis very hard so her fucking movement didn't cancel mine and that I had the right angle to feel the thrust. I came finally. The sex wasn't great but it's honorable given the circumstances and that it will be better next time.

I rested on the bed for a minute or two and began to pull out. She gave me some wipes instead of pulling the condom. "Will you see me again?", she asked with her cute face. "Sure, yes!", tickling her pink nipples. She smiled satisfactorily. Sure, I will want to suck those nipples. They are top of the class. But only if I find a way to breathe filtered air while sucking.

I drove home right away to begin my decon procedures. Plugin the ozone machine and humidifier in the car. Set ozone timer to 20 minutes. Then I went straight to the shower and used lots and lots of body wash, which is my own formula consisting of water, moisturizer, and mild surfactant. I can wash my hands 20 times a day and don't feel bad. One bottle of the concentrated surfactant probably will last me 6 months, saving me so much delivery.

Songs are forever

Actors grow old. You may watch something multiple times to get all the plots but less likely to watch the rerun. It's not usually about you. But songs can be, because they are abstract and adaptable.

With so much life experience behind me, LOL, lyrics can easily hit me one way or the other.

"Even if I own the world I want to hear from you." That's Chanel, the original. Indeed I wrote a very short story about the end of the world when I wanted to see her one more time. She wonders why but wanted to get any money out of me for the end-of-the-world sale.

"Who is worth me staying my whole life?" That's the big question of life. Everybody is dealing with it their own way. Some go through the marry-divorce cycle many times. Some pay for it ...

"Who made me believe lovers' words?" Oh, the wonderful memories.

The Asian way of doing it, one episode every day for 100 days, is effective indoctrination with an hour of visuals, songs, and most importantly, advertisements.

Even if I own the world I still want to hear from you

Seeing through life and death,

faded clouds, light winds,

I turned around to say goodbye,

leaving only my silhouette.

The world is full of chaos; people lose themselves to win.

In the end, inevitability they all lose to love.


No matter how much,

blood debts cannot be settled even if you repay endlessly.

Shining sword and sharp saber cannot slaughter my love for you.

Tragic fate chases me to torture my nature.

Why are love and hate destined?



Who is worth me staying my whole life?

Fame and fortune are always dazzling

but they are the moon in the water, flowers in the mirror.

Leaving behind righteousness, giving up stubbornness, putting aside the world,

you are in front of my eyes but she is behind.

Who made me seriously believe in lovers’ words?

Let the years testify, waiting for the scars to heal.

I don’t need to ask for more; you are my shining world.

Will you regret it if you stay with me?



Why doesn't the sky clear after the rain?

I dream of you day and night, not wanting to wake up.

Even if I own the world I still want to hear from you.

I’m longing to search for any traces.



Seeing through life and death, faded clouds, light winds,

perhaps all the fights can be paused.

Not so fast

I thought I got away with not filing last year's taxes for now. But it caught up with me soon enough. I was in a panic.

Earlier, I found that I can do prior year taxes online but I thought it would be rather useless compared to Turbotaxes and the like. But at least, as a long time ago, I had to buy a tax CD, when I barely had a CD ROM reader even at the time. Or, I had to download an app, and to run my long-obsolete PC, the only Windows machine.

I know I should file something fast and change it a lot later if I have to, as long as I don't cause further delays in IRS processing. But I still froze for a few days before I could do anything.

I still want to open all my mails stored in the garage and everywhere for two years to find all the tax documents if they are important. One is the new health coverage documents which were painfully detailed and the first ones that the app ask me for. I remembered seeing them but it's impossible to find it now. But then I found out it was online, a big big surprise. Why they don't mention it when they mail it to you?

Next, it dawned on me that I can use the standard deduction so that I don't need any fancy forms other than W2's and the like. The chance of error and delay is even less.

The only thing left is my stocks. It was the last year that I sold them all. It used to be easy because I carefully keep the mailed form in a very safe place. I know where to find it. But the problem is, once I clicked on the dividend reinvestment box, thinking that it's a good idea. It could have earned me or lost me a hundred or so every month, mostly positive. But the big problem is, I have a transaction every month to report, not knowing it until come tax time.

Luckily, I did that already to estimate my gross income. 

Finally, I check on my IRS account if they have any form on me that I have to report. It's all clear so the IRS doesn't have anything on me to dispute my filing.

The final problem is the filing of the return. I know I cannot file electronically for prior year taxes. Mailing it will cause maybe a week or more delay that I can ill afford. Worse, to my horror they don't accept mailed return anymore! How do I file?

So I have to find a local agent who has the license to file electronically. I was hoping some will be still open wearing a mask to see me. It could be $200 when I have done all the forms myself.

When I checked out of my online tax preparation platform, I realized that they have to process it and if I want it fast I have to pay more. Sneaky!  But that is not more. They can file it electronically too if I pay more. Of course I did, a lot cheaper and faster than looking for a local tax preparer.

Before I had my questions answered, when I woke up they finished the processing and filed my federal and state returns. The next day it was accepted by the IRS. Woohoo!

The transcript will take two to four weeks in ordinary days. This is not ordinary days. Two weeks is good. Four could be seriously dangerously and more than that will be fatal. So I checked every other day.

And today I got my online transcript! End of story, a happy ending.

So I can keep thriving staying at home. I cut my own hair and everybody else in the family if they want to. All my personal care and cleaning supply are homemade, each bottle of ingredient last for many months. And I can get resupply online easily.

I have enough TP, paper towel or alternatives, H2O2 and alcohol without stockpiling. Now most of them are coming back except alcohol.

I have been using grocery delivery on and off since Amazon Fresh launched. Now I use all of them depending on who is available at the time. It's more expensive but staying at home the other expenses are less.

I rarely see other people except for escorts. So social distance and stay at home didn't affect me much. And I save so much money. Though on occasion I go online to see incredibly beautiful and sexy women.

And I discovered the air fryer after so many years. I made stir-fries in it, actually stirring as I go along instead of the wok. I made thick steaks in it. I made warm salads in it. I grill squashes in it. I may get a bigger one to fry simultaneously to save time.

That's how I thrive. Tax is not due until July.

Reflection

I'm not fond of listening to my music playlist. Indeed, I don't have one. I don't have that when I'm younger. Imagine that if you have a fav playlist in your 20's, what happens if you listen again decades later?

Too many memories. I can easily go into nothing mode, nothing but thinking about the past. That's why I avoid it.

Binge-watching is different. The stories are not mine and the pieces of music are new. But I was wrong.

Previously, I binged or caught up with Chuck, Burn Notice, and Hawaii 5-O because I watched part of the new series years ago. I just had fond memories and I am interested in the endings. The only thing that reminded me of the past is the phones! There is a clear watershed year - 2007. Like Burn Notice, the real spy consultant to the show has outdated tech. It's not just that people use flip phones, but also some storylines will be different if only they have smartphones.

Some shows write on the iPhone as a new thing. You don't see any flip phones after about 2010, while some series span across the few years.

You can see the same thing about social media. Nowadays some people joke that they finished eating when their friends still haven't finished with their IG photos. The new reality is that people text a lot, if not everything, and most if not all of the time when they are not sleeping. The most realistic dialogue is for the text to appear on the screen as they happen with voice over.

I saw a cute girl who is Chanel I + II. The guys are very acceptable and actually cool. It looked so modern, and in their own words, so city. So I started only to find out it's so old when everybody was using flip phones. It's not the worse, it's a story about several high school graduates who went on about their life. I can't help but think about where are they now after 18 years. And what I did at their age.

Another one is Sex in the City with foul language, woohoo. I missed all that learning about love into your middle age. I missed having close friends. I had but I didn't see how to keep in touch when our life turned out so different. I wouldn't want to go to reunions to talk about myself nor somebody wants to talk to me about themselves. But on TV one is born rich, one deals with millions in a transaction but one is a kindergarten teacher.

Actually, all the binge adds up and I reflected on my whole life so far. But first, I think about the life of two people. One is a high volume escort who advertises very often and were very busy making babies. I think that's her exit strategy but a lot easier than 3rd world countries. Education is free including meals, books, and computers. If the kid is not too bad, she can easily get enough loans to get through University like everybody else who wanted to.

I'm worried about Chanel II. The princess in the story spent all her time shopping just like Chanel. But the princess spent her father's money. Chanel spends her own money. She has everything now. But I don't know how she will be taking it when she goes downhill, which has started.

Also, she is not the type of survivalist. First, she can't stay at home. Fortunately, she listened to somebody and checked herself into a resort hotel. The other reason is that she can't do anything for herself other than makeup. She can't cook. She has people to do her hair and nails. She has two or more walk-in closets at home. She just has one bedroom for a three-bed apartment. This pandemic isn't going to hurt her but you can see apparently she is less groomed in her IG.

Dad had the money to put me through private school from kindergarten to middle school. It's a rather odd experience because when I lived near the country, we were near a slaughterhouse and an industrial plant. When I lived in the city, we were near a downtown ghetto.

I am gifted but highly underachieved. I had no wants, no role models. But by a stroke of luck, I entered one of the top high schools. I was always so popular. I played hard so when bad influences call me up to gamble I would just go out and get into a bus. I did my homework and remained in the top ten of students effortlessly. Teachers, if they have something to say about me, always say I can do better. Parents approved of me because I'm basically a good student. Top students always respect me because they know that I can do better than them if I setup my mind to. And they don't' want enemies when we will be the circle of professionals who are going to run the place.

The problem is that I'm not the type of boy that pretty girls and bad girls will write my name on their toilets. I'm the type of 2nd choice, husband material, and parent-approved. Even in elementary school, I had my class prefect who was interested in me, trying to make friends. But we didn't play with girls at that age.

My homies always know that I'm dangerous. When I was barely a teenager, I was attacked by a group of army brats from a nearby school. They singled me out when I was walking with my classmates to the bus stop. The youngest girls are about my age, all the way up to seniors. Most are pretty blondes in short skirts. I couldn't take a good look because all of a sudden they all attack my face with flowers.

They overdid it so I had trouble opening my eyes. When I did they were gone. There were so many witnesses but nobody said a word about it. No one will believe it. Not even if they saw it with their own eyes.

My sister has the habit of dressing me up when I am cute. Once we were buying clothes on the street market one woman came up who tried to buy a shirt for her kid and wanted to see if that shirt looked good on me. My sister was so proud. At about the same time, I was trying out a pair of jeans in a tiny shop. A young woman actually peeped inside the makeshift changing room. I have no idea why but it's too obvious. She wasn't a teen like I was. She was at least in her 20's, considered attractive.

Of course, me and my homies wanted to learn the guitar entering high school. But we all saw somebody we trusted walking away with our guitars. He graduated that year and never returned. Nobody was rich so we didn't tell our parents and let it go. Years later we will still talk about it, "it would have been totally different." We were in a boy's school. When my homies got lucky knowing some girls they would use my pulling power. But sometimes they lose out to other boys because they have a handsome guy playing the guitar.

They will use me but if they don't need to, they will avoid me seeing their girls. In my senior year, I had a model going after me! She is the same year as me, drove a car, heavy makeup highschool standard, and appeared on at least one TV ad, lower body though. She is attractive of course but I didn't get it. I never had a girlfriend and we were like the polar opposite. I was so stupid. She even asked me out subtly, so subtle that I told her to go herself as a joke. It was a very bad joke. But worse, somebody heard it all! But anyway, I think she is into the name of my school on my uniform much more than me.

I also followed a few highschool students on the streets and asked them out. I was irresistible. But I was a terrible date. I didn't know anything about girls. I gave up when school work became intense. But I always knew I would be able to pick a pretty girl when I am ready.

One summer, one of my friend's friend came home from college for a break from halfway around the world. We are all schoolmates anyway but I seldom play with the richer and more mature crowd. He brought along a new friend from college. We just happened to meet in a bar. The friend was the center of attraction as she was the only girl there. But she showed an interest in me. Indeed, she asked me to take her home.

She is considered attractive. A well-traveled rich college girl. But I wasn't sure what's going on. The guy who brought her there could have taken her home. I didn't even have a car. And believe me, it wasn't dangerous to go home alone. But it was all set, nobody objected. Nobody laughed because it looked like that's how college girls roll.

When we walked out of the door, I threw up! Big time. I usually fell asleep long before that stage. In my mind, I felt so embarrassed but I was still thinking to take her home. But nobody mentioned that again. So we just split. That is one of the things that one would say, "it could have been different."

In our group of friends, we used to have a very rich girl. She is humble because she isn't attractive. We got along because she wasn't like Chanel. She is fun because she told us things, from her stepmom, step-siblings, and how to ask beautiful strangers out for her brothers. I treated her as a friend but not close - we are so different. But I could walk straight into her bedroom to wait for her if she was late. In a way, she was making me special but I treated her as a friend.

I met all her family except her parents. Yes, I met her stepmom and played with her stepkid sister. Her younger brother asked me what did I know about the family industry. I didn't even know what their industry was and that I was studying something related. Her big brother felt a bit like we were double dating. His girlfriend felt a bit like we were both gold diggers.

Before I left for college, she told me a story about her cousin, who was very happy about her husband. Her cousin is also rich but unattractive. Her cousin got a husband who is Mr average but his job is to make her happy, like being romantic 24/7. The moral of the story is, "Do you want to be him?", she asked. I didn't say a word. But she knew I wouldn't want to. I don't know how to be nice to people. Looking back, perhaps she made it all up to pop the question.

That wasn't all. Every summer, she would call up my family and asked if I would be back for summer. That's rather odd. She would tell my family who she was but wouldn't call me directly when I was back. Maybe I should have called her back out of politeness. We were in a playgroup but that group was disbanded long ago. I wouldn't have seen her other than going out alone. That I didn't want. And I didn't know what to say otherwise.

Of course, my homies will hide their sisters. But their girlfriends don't. Why wouldn't they if they like me? One of the sisters was very upset because her parents broke up her relationship with her boyfriend. So her sister called me out and put us alone in a boat. One of the sisters just turned 16 and her sister took her to our clubhouse for a birthday party. Then I went on to take her out to theme parks and water parks, woohoo.

I wasn't ready for dating since I felt I was a loser. I continued to be an underachiever when many of my schoolmates went on to do great things. We were in the top high school after all. But when I got my first serious job, soon we moved into a big house with a big yard and white picket fences.

It's the reverse of that in the movies and on TV. It's not my life goal to get into one. I started out in one. I didn't give up an extraordinary life to settle down for some ordinary life. We didn't live happily ever after, but we have many happy years. There were struggles but never a hardship. The height charts on the wall constantly remind me of my lifetime achievement.

Indeed, the one I'm now on is about two retired world-class street racers. One a gas station owner and the other owns a restaurant in their home town. Both sons are losers but one inherited super racing skills with little help from his father. So there's hope, LOL.

I pity kids who don't know how the other half lives. I am fortunate that my kids start out in a big house with a big yard with white picket fences, in their own rooms. They had flown long-haul for holidays. One did the ice bucket challenge in a swimsuit in the balcony of a Hawaiian hotel with the golf course behind. It was the talk of the school when classes started. They know most of the islands but not by hopping. I took them home the first time from the hospital in luxury cars brought for the purpose. Their uncle let them "drive" his Ferrari without moving.

I had also taken them to state parks living in tents complete with one for a dry toilet. For a few years on the last day of the school year, they returned from school, erected a tent in the back yard, and slept in it for the first few days of summer. Happy days.

Some good news

We are going to have one more university student! It could have been a lot better; I screwed up big time. But then again it could have been a lot worse. I haven't even filed last year's taxes, a long story. There's enough loan in the package so finance isn't a problem and there's no other problem.

So I can breathe before attacking the taxes. Maybe I can celebrate by binge-watching and take a break.

Heavenly Binge watch report

After Chuck, I don't have anything that I need to watch connecting me to the past. So I tried something different - Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber.

It turns out that the Asians have been binge-watching since the dawn of their TV. There is 1 season but technically no season. There are 50 episodes, 5 in a week plus 2 on Sat.

If you don't mind reading subtitles, it's highly recommended. Funny that it was the Asians who rely a lot on Hollywood subtitles. I watched half a Korean series once; it's not that bad.

There a lot of lookalikes but this one is based on a very popular modern classic epic, written by a hon. Dr. It was remade once every 10 years or so. The novel is totally unsuitable for movies as you cannot possibly condense an epic into an hr or two. It's not really a TV serious in the American sense but a long epic movie. The plot is perfectly solid; there has been a 2nd edition of the novel to correct and improve.

It consists of cross-generation epic love and martial arts stories. It takes 3 actors for the main character from birth to adulthood. The hero survives against all the odds, becomes number one in martial arts, found a few platonic lovers since childhood, became the head of a cult which is a good cult, won the hearts and minds of the martial arts world, defeated the corrupt King, found true love and retired together from the martial arts world to enjoy some ordinary life.

Basically, there is non-stop fighting every other minute. The fight scenes are competently done. It's hard to be groundbreaking but all the different styles are detailing written in the book so you don't get bored. And every time they fight for a reason.

For an ancient martial arts story, you need a lot of outdoor locations. I don't know if they spend a lot on it but the scenery is very nice - mountain and water, waterfalls and lakes. They don't build many props because they have a lot of the real thing. The novel is based on some real history and some real locations - temples, historical chateaus, palaces.

For 50 episodes with multiple love stories, there are a lot of dialogs and closeups. It's fortunate that the guy is acceptable, the women are nice and the wardrobes help a lot.

After I finished, I can't help but reflect on my own life. I can't say I come from poverty. My parents are great! My mom will do anything for us. Dad got us all the basics we need when we were kids. But that's it. I pity those kids who are struggling for food everyday, school, a place to live.

For some reason, I inherited a great mind. But I could have done a lot worse or a lot better. I attended a public school without a name for a year. Some years later I spotted a schoolmate selling things in the farmers' market. She hid from me and I never know her well. I have highschool schoolmates who are doctors, even head of a hospital, lawyers, architects, aid to local top politicians.

Against all odds, I got a nice house with white picket fences, nice cars, nice job, nice salary, pretty wife and nice kids. And a golden retriever. I never really appreciate all these things because I was still feeling like a loser compared to many of my old schoolmates. I really appreciate everything when I have to struggle to keep everything.

I still remember the moment when I first started changing diapers. I thought I will have my life back after 18 years. And then I thought what would become of me then? It should have been my best 18 years. I should have treasured it.

18 years came and went. I'm fortunate that my life never went away. I kept appreciating beautiful women, sometimes binging on them. I still do now on occasion. It's weird but it's a rite of passage to hit girls younger than your daughter. I never felt that way. I mostly hang out with the younger crowd because of their organic beauty and body perfect enough for human lollipops. So I was doing exactly the same thing as my kids grow up and me growing older.

I could have been more well known and leave more legacy to the world. But it's hard to turn down 10% down payment for a 3 bed house.

Looking forward, I don't have 18 more years for something great. It's just a struggle to keep everything for my kids, and hopefully not to be their burden later. It's always not too late to find great love but I have to get rid of the obstacle, unthinkable. But I can still appreciate beautiful women from time to time as I always do. Hopefully, I can still manage that as the years go by.

Goodbye Chuck

My heart sank when I was in the 2nd last episode. I peeped at the list and saw that the finale is Chuck vs Goodbye. As I have been saying, I have no regrets except that it's hard to say goodbye. If I am gone all of a sudden I'm not afraid. I did it my way. And the way the series is going, it could be a sad goodbye, at least not the fairy tale ending the earlier episodes point to. I was expecting a happy ending all along and I don't really want to leave the series with a sad heart.

I began to accept a bittersweet ending but at the last minute, it turned into a probable happy ending. It's not bad. The others like Five-O or Burn Notice are hard to make you sad. OK, they kill off the grandmother but not the lead actors. There is a couple in Burn but there's no love story. There's nothing in Five-O. And these others are easier to write. So both reached the 7th season.

It's a miracle that the Chuck Sara relationship kept me watching till the end, the 5th season. There is a love story in every episode. I can't imagine the writers can keep it up without boring people.

I mentioned about the old-timer films references and old-timer music. I have to bring up the old-timer guest stars. I remember Five-O must have been spending a lot of money to hire guest stars, who have a lot more star power than the series lead actors.

Not Chuck. The guests they bring are like old-timer music. They are famous, great, but they are have beens. In other words, they don't age that gracefully. At least you feel a little bittersweet for them. Like the old James Bond Tim. He still looks great but he can't do James Bond anymore. Like the Terminator woman. Maybe she's having fun doing it. But if it were me I may hide except for occasional appearance. Acting on TV really exposes your aging.

The exception is Bo Derek. I don't know what went into her head. She is in her 60's now. She is going all out - no wrinkles, no eye bag, no botox lips, laser white skin. Does it worth it?

The most gracefully aged is Ladd, the Charle's Angel. She has all the wrinkles around the eyes but she just looks beautiful. Her new and old pictures are both attractive. This is what I expect from Chanel I. But sadly it will be very unlikely I will see her again.

These old-timers bring back old memories of our own, just like old-timer music.

OK, looking forward to the future, there is an unexpected detour. I had known to try watching Korean drama. I surprised myself that I watched almost a full season of a comedy with a handsome man and a woman with an average face. I don't watch comedies. I like beautiful women. And I hate to read subtitles. So after that, I avoid hooking up on another that I will regret.

I can't find any obvious spy TV series nor obviously beautiful women. I am now starting Heavenly Sword and Dragon Slaying Saber. They have a decent budget, perhaps big. Nice outdoor shoots with historical backgrounds as props. Nice makeup props. Atmospheric like period drama. Nice music too. Stylish fight scenes that you can do every 2 minutes with infinite variation. Women are beautiful and more organic than Koreans who all look like pop stars or movie stars.

Did I say most of the series are forgettable? When they need to find something that Sara remembers, immediately I think of the sketch of them with a baby. But when it's a place instead of a thing, immediately I thought of the house with a red door and the carving on the supporting beam. That was a few episodes ago. I actually paid attention and remembered.

Are they overdoing the house with a white picket fence thing? Is that even realistic? How can two doctors' salaries not afford a big house in Burbank? I know it's not affordable in major metro areas like New York and when it's not possible to commute like around LA.

When we got off the plane, we were put into temporary accommodation. The condo and apartment neighbors didn't try to make friends because they knew they were of a different class. Soon we move into a big house with 6 ft white fence, not that I wanted but it's HOA requirement. When the neighbors see the moving trucks I can see that they are happy for us and dream about the same day for them. Those are nice neighborhoods and nice condos. People walk their dogs and high school kids will social at the pools when it's getting hot.

Then we started many worry-free years with everything, nice cars, golden retriever, and babies! Our parents and siblings were proud. Perhaps we took it for granted, me not so much. People will say, "Oh I also live up there!", which is some 10 miles away. The younger ones will ask, "What business are you in?". We almost lose it under the hammer and we actually signed it off for a day or two.

I remember when I was practicing changing diapers, I told myself, "There goes my life for the next 18 years.". Those were my best years actually. I feel so lucky now sitting in the same house with all the big babies in their own room, when they are all taller than the height recording chart still hanging there on the wall! I treasure every moment; who knows what tomorrow will bring?

By the way, 18 years came and went. It wasn't that bad. I still have passionate sex with perfect bodies when I choose to. I have to cut down a bit nowadays for the big babies. I'm fully functional and I made an 19-year-old girl moans OMG, OMG all the way. It might be just plausible. But of all the things that she could please me, this is rather unique. Indeed I never had that. Maybe I got better. It was just Christmas last year. And I had to report that I still got it. Last year I met a pretty 17-year-old girl who must have been vying for males' sexual attention. She kept gluing her face to mine and took selfies. It must be the lighting.

Feels defeated

I woke up today having a minor sore throat. In normal times I wouldn't worry about it in a million years. I didn't see any doctors as far as I remember. The only thing that defeats me is coughing. But still, I just need to force myself to rest for a few days and it will go away.

My spirit has been high. I have been stocking up on respirators because some friends needed them overseas. Somebody got all of it in January but the price online is still manageable. I kept two boxes because nobody wanted them because they are still expensive. I even managed to cancel some orders.

The problem at the time was that people will be alarmed if you wear a mask. They think you are very sick and should go to the hospital or stay at home, not on the streets.

That was January. When the mask shortage shows, I actually drove to a local hospital to donate a box. It was actually not that local. My city has almost the lowest confirmed cases per capita in the county, which in turn is very low in the state. Last week or so we have only a few confirmed cases. And my city wasn't even on the map when I moved here. People still used maps then and my friends couldn't find me, not until the maps were updated and they throw out their old maps, which people don't do.

When the mask order came, I was relieved that if I even need to venture out, the stores will be safer. The problem is, they are still effectively public shaming people for wearing N95 respirators. That's not fair for people who are prepared. I have most of a box left since the SARS days. Never used it. It could be somewhere in the garage. I saved two for each one in the family and donated the rest, in case we are forced to go to dangerous places. Two for rotation in case we need to reuse it.

It was a compromise because at the time no reuse method was researched. Now it seems that an oven at 160F will do the job. And that the virus won't live for more than 3 days.

Anyway, I'm not losing sleep on it. I didn't choose to mail my donations to the worst-hit areas because it's like choosing who lives and who dies. And the recipient will probably keep the whole box for his/her family.

And I have the workplace ones instead of the medical ones. The difference is that my N95 have a valve for easy breathing out. It won't protect the patients from the doctors, who are very likely to carry the virus when PPE are far from enough. Ethically, my N95's are useless in hospitals.

The mask order is still a good thing. I have tried to disguise my N95 with a covering mask! The bonus is that the N95 protects me while the cloth cover protects others. But still, people will stay away from me because I look like an unprepared idiot. The other problem is that I only have 1 N95, the rest are N100's. They are very easy to fit over the face but they are too big to disguise.

I have been using grocery delivery services for years. I tried them all. Amazon fresh was decent when I had money. The others aren't worth it. They mark up the prices. They charge a delivery fee and you have to tip.

I signed up for the Walmart pickup service when they were first available. They don't mark up the prices. And surprisingly, not only that it was a free service, the staff aren't even allowed to receive tips! Eventually, I switched over to the delivery service late last year because the time saved for not driving to the store will pay for itself. It's a pity that they don't give preference to loyal old customers but let everybody sign up. It was working properly till March I think. Then the last order was booked a week in advance. Now it wasn't even possible to book anything. I should have my refund for the one-year subscription.

Walmart has surprisingly enough organic and health food. It's not obvious in the stores but you can search for them online. The other service I use now and then PrimeNow. The food is healthy (Whole Foods) and expensive, but I can imagine that they mark up the price as in other stores like Ralph. So it's not that bad. I can't tell the difference between Amazon Fresh other than that Fresh cost some $300 a year. I still use PrimeNow now and then because I can get anything in stock in two hours. When Walmart failed totally, PrimeNow still has delivery windows available if you check often. But now it is as useless as Walmart.

In my desperation, I tried Ralph, because they have a window a few days ahead. And everything was available (other than TP and IPA). I know they markup the price and you have to pay delivery fee and mandatory tips. It becomes attractive when all else failed. But it was a total failure. I think Ralph closed on Easter without telling Instacart, their delivery partner. Ralph didn't try to even fix it; I called support, the supervisor and the supervisor's supervisor. Basically, they just canceled the order and made another order for me so I have to wait a few more days. I could have done it myself without wasting time on the phone. The wait time is like an hour. I refused to call the Instacart support because Ralph should fix that for me without waiting another hour. And they are probably giving me the runaround when I get through.

Finally, the supervisor's supervisor put me on the Instacart support queue before cutting me off. Honestly, it wasn't a long wait. The support staff did give me a delivery window a few days ahead. I was about to be a broken record complaining about that before Easter I received a message promising the first available shopper. The fact is that they never stopped taking orders since then and now giving me the next available window a few days ahead. She seemed to get that and Ralph may have left a note on my account. A 4-hour delivery window was opened that started a few minutes after I hang up.

Ralph is my favorite store because its own organic label is very affordable and the variety is as good as their non-organic counterparts. Just that I have to go to the store to shop myself. Otherwise, it's not worth the price. Even for delivery in the crisis, most things were in stock or have substitutions available. Not so much for the other stores. My tip is not to order alcohol because they don't waive for the sign off requirement. And don't allow substitutions. It's a waste of time. The shoppers won't know about anything. You have to supervise using messaging if you want to get something decent.

Surprisingly, Target wins. But it's a bit confusing. Pickup is you walking into the store. Drive-up is they taking your goods out to your car. And there is delivery that their own Shipt. I have a same-day delivery window when all else failed. They don't have organic food but who cares if you have food instead of nothing. Drive-up is best when they know to just dump everything into the car and let you leave without doing anything. Lowes give you papers to sign off when you just ordered a tape and the girl wasn't even wearing a mask nor gloves. Walmart failed. Pickup is not too bad when there is at most one or two people in line at odd times. But I think both are excluded for wet groceries, that is exclusive to delivery. Again it's not bad when Amazon makes you wait for a week for non-essential goods. You can get a shower curtain in the Target parking lot in an hour or two.

All in all, I haven't been to the grocery store since Jan. Except that I went into a random Smart and Final when I was adjusting to the fact that I don't get next delivery anymore. It was dinner time and no other customers were at the checkout. There wasn't much left but enough New York steaks and fresh Salmon. Also, I found plenty of spaghetti but I was only allowed one. The other store is the CVS drugstore. I check if their website is correct in saying that that was stock. Websites are usually wrong but I just happened to find 3 small bottles. I could have taken them all in the evenings but I asked if there was a limit per customer. Indeed there was.

The other challenge is the disinfection supply. I didn't think I have a problem because I always have some hydrogen peroxide and isopropyl alcohol at home for cleaning other than wounds. I am so disappointed that people don't read labels. Anything else is careful not to use the word disinfection but sanitization instead. The word air is taken out all product names because you cannot disinfect the air by spraying. Most bleach products are hazardous to humans and pets. And that you have to wet hard surfaces for 10 minutes before allowing for air dry. Basically, they are useless; you are better off washing the hard surface with soap. There is no guarantee for anything soft or porous.

So H2O2 diluted to 0.5% is as good as anything else when you can afford to get things wet. But the problem is you cannot apply it to skin. It's a lot less corrosive to the skin compared with 3% straight from the bottle. But it's a bit dangerous when the wet surface is drying. You can apply IPA on skin without much damage and it's fast drying. The alcohol will go first before water. But even 100% alcohol isn't that damaging.

H2O2 isn't easy to get in the shops but plenty at Amazon the time I ordered, a box of it. IPA is impossible. Finally, I settled on one indoor alcohol fuel. It's over 90% ethanol, the drinkable alcohol that is a lot safer than IPA. A few % of IPA and a few % of undisclosed that is not suitable for use on skin. But that's OK. I still have a big bottle of hand sanitizer and a bottle of IPA to make it if needed. But I have soaps. I have one bottle that hospitals uses for surgery. And my own simple formula allow me to wash my hands 10 times an hour without feeling bad on the skin. The box of fuel will last me a long time, only used when H2O2 is not suitable. I have everything I need for months.

And the TP thing. It's not an issue. I have plenty. I ordered one 24 packs whenever they were available. The last packs were from dollar stores. I still have two packs. There are plenty of commercial paper towels. If the worst comes to the worst, everybody can put their used paper towel into a small trash bag and dump it in the big bin in the yard. I don't see any problem with it. It's a lot worse to lineup in the stores to get some.

I was so relieved when school was closed and shops were closed. It's a lot easier to keep everybody safe. I banned take-outs too. There's only one route into the house, grocery delivery. It has been weeks of effective isolation and everybody is well.

Then all of a sudden I got a very mild sore throat. That makes me wonder is it possible something went wrong undetected? The girl at the Lowes parking lot? The time I went into Target to pickup a bottle of soy sauce? Did I not disinfect the grocery packaging enough with an ozone generator? Did somebody touch things from Amazon that I labeled "do not touch"? Or did I eat too much potent stir fry? Tomorrow is another day.

What can be done while social distancing?

(It's strange that Blogger has some minor updates after all these years. Why? It gave up RSS, Google feed Reader, let Wordpress be king. It's not going to be as simple as Instagram or Tikok. Maybe there's something new under Google's sleeves.)

I have seen a lot of girls going online. I think I have seen one porn star going solo on a cam site. It makes a lot of sense. There are no other actors nor crews.

On the other hand, I saw many girls advertise as usual and I think they work as usual. It's risky as you can get it through breathing and people can spread it when they don't have symptoms or very little of it. But I understand if both parties have no family to go home to. They have no unemployment checks and they probably don't file taxes, not going to get the stimulus. 

Maybe they have a future vision. It's the same virus last year and next. We are not going to get a vaccine soon and it may not be like a flu vaccine. It could be less effective and the death rate is still unknown. The economy is under great pressure to reopen. So you have to assume the guys you are working with or commuting with don't have the virus if they have no symptoms, which is wrong. You cannot test people with absolutely no symptoms. It cannot be regularly tested like HIV because you can get the new virus with or without doing dangerous things; you can get it by breathing or touching. So opening up earlier isn't that extraordinary.

I also see girls wearing a mask on their ads. This makes some sense since the virus may be all over you but it only attacks the lungs. You cannot be infected by eating, or very unlikely. It could lower the risk a lot if both wear a mask and take a bubble bath or soapy shower after.

Really I wasn't going to write about any of these. I was thinking about what I can do at home. It's not that difficult to quit the "hobby" until further notice. Every day is a struggle getting the grocery deliveries and the supplies to deal with the virus. 

Of course, many people binge-watch at home. Last time it was Burn Notice for me. I looked for Chuck but it was only available on DVD! I went for Hawaii Five-O instead. I quitted together with Kono.

Spy movies always have a place in my heart perhaps Dr No is probably the first movie I watched. I never missed any James Bond movies with Connery as 007. Watching Chuck again is a totally new experience. I watched it from the 1st episode because I don't remember any details. It was that good (or bad) because you can watch it all over again like new. 

When I first watch it on TV, I don't know what Burbank is. I had absolutely no reason to go to LA and I didn't. Except as a tourist when I first came to USA or showing someone around LA when I am absolutely not qualified. This time around I can drive around DTLA like a local or like a taxi driver. I know the Valley, Hollywood, Pasadena, Silver Lake, Beverly Hills, and Burbank. Julia lived in DTLA and Caroline in East Hollywood. 

When I first watch it, I didn't have my master's in rock history. The creators shamelessly plug in their favorite rock classics, like "Is this love?" I have to wonder, what is their target audience?

There is also a Casablanca reference. But it would be too subtle for the immature. They just cut and paste a video of it. They shamelessly recreate their own Casablanca moment. Running away together in Prague? Propose in the balcony in a perfect French Chateau? BTW, I never noticed until now that Chuck never left USA to make the series. I had no reason to notice it. A Czech stock video followed by filming in a Czech railway station. In France, it was the Chateau. In Russia, it was the abandoned industrial complex. In Turkey, it was an ancient castle/mansion. It dawned on me that they were likely not filming at where they were supposed to, but on sets, imitations or copies of the original place.

Public sex

I finally did it...

I was driving at night to keep the boredom away. I drove past a deserted big strip mall and parked out of sight from the main road so cops aren't going to bother me. Nobody can walk behind me and surprise me.

It happened that I have a big tablet in the car and I watched porn. You know the rest.

The real Chanel

Look how the innocent school girl I met 5 years ago, who I called Chanel (II) turns out to be? Chanel from head to toe and bragging about it

Women like the same things. But Chanel I has some limits. She wasn't doing well. Indeed she just wanted some pocket money to survive and keep gold-digging alive. She never went public. She could go porn or stripping but that's only my opinion. If she reviews more of herself and not afraid of being outed, she would go far escorting.

She did show her face when I came across her. It's a no brainer to book her.

Another reason Chanel I has limits is because she was spending her then boyfriend's money.

But Chanel II has a Porshe and then some. There's no limit. But I'm surprised by how much she is willing to do for a few hundred.

A salesperson in her high-end mall was infected. The mall closed just before the state lockdown. What did she do? Went to New York, perhaps to find shops that still open. But at least she is better than other girls who are doing business as usual.

Perhaps I understand women. Mrs Player almost got the chance to shift Chanel merchandise. She blew it  because of her own fault. She did have some outfits and shoes more expensive than Chanel's.

She is not like "I'm still going to build great things." She just wants a job that has a big paycheck. Then she can have the money to spend on her things, like Chanel (II).