resolutions

So I had a few resolutions I wanted implemented or whatever one does with them, but eating birthday cake for a week ruins one while realities make others equally illogistical. Yes, I'm talking about my stupid hands failing me and my fear of needing surgery.
Washing dishes by hand is a drag. Baby bottles make me overzealous in soaking, rinsing and boiling.
Did I mention I'm 36 and my new boss is 20? Oh, well... I just gotta hold onto my ego and focus on my primary job of stay at home dad... that boss is eight months old.

girls out of house

Work sucked this week until tonight. Too inane to relay details, just equipment issues that got mostly fixed. AW I had productive day at home in that the basement isn't a disaster. Did I mention a chipmunk was scurrying about the piles of clutter last Sunday?
J took the girls along while her mom and sister, as the latter did baby registry hopping, hence the opportunity to de-clutter.
They seemed like they were gone long, but I guess the service at O'Charley's sucked. J sent me a pic of B eating a bun there to torment K since he didn't go. Dude threw a fit almost messing up my tidy-ish basement. Basements can never truly be tidy, can they?
Ever feel Billy Pilgrimish? No explanation, aside from becoming unstuck in time, seems plausible for my basement endeavor... do you remember the pictures of when I felt motivated to do so? Think June... or whenever I was first trying the blogger app for android. Now I'm thinking about trains... I need to improve my quantity of Twitter following, for there are gaps that are void of  chatter. Mallets need not apply, but content to stimulate my duh, blah, mehs minus #Ferguson. Goal is to get to 500. Too many stupid tweets exist when I'm not bored enough to see what's going on in the outerdylands.

random thoughts about twitter

Back when I had free time and had insomnia when I didn't pass out, I was gonna write a book and I was gonna have the characters have online personas, so once the book was out there people would already have a personal connection to the fictionals. Guess what year this was. If you said last century, I owe you a Coke. Reason, I figured you'd not guess spring of 2000 was the lack of social networking sites to make interaction simple. Sure collegeclub.com existed and AIM was the greatest thing, but I was thinking of using email and sending spam of the chainletter/forward variety. Idea didn't go too far for free time aside, I wasn't THAT bored.
I wonder if the people of twitter are real. Robots with canned phrases of wonderment.
William S. Burroughs would probably write a book consisting of the collage of tweets in his feed, and it would make more sense than Naked Lunch. 1nice_laura subtweets so much her feed is like being malletized.
I do not understand the point of being snarky in plain sight but out of context to followers. Snarky is gonna be the death of someone.
Hashtags are also annoying if no one uses them the same way.
I had more thoughts, but now I'm thinking of trains, and my frustration with J being mean all the time of late. Being sick sucks but there's no need to be a jerj.

bleach

Not sure, but I seemed to have gotten stuck in time at work. I got done earlier than usual, though I chilled a couple times to breathe unbleached air.
I feel like I went swimming.
Annoyed with social media communication. My fingers must be defective. Reminds me that summer is coming. AW, I use my phone too much for my liking so I will refrain from certain apps.
Soooo don't want to go east to visit folks, but I have a bad feeling. Called mom on way to work since no one called regarding dad aside from brother who was home from a funeral in Montreal. AW, dad has a clot in his leg so no idea when he'll transferred from hospital. He's been in there three weeks now.
Annoyed that I ask questions that never get answered. I must ask dumb questions, or unanswerable ones.
I need structure beyond herding children. I'm going to be bored when D becomes independent. Vasectomy makes sense given our resources and insurance deductibles ASU will be met, but I enjoy chaos of little ones. D rolled onto her bellow today. She likes Tom Jones. J was bothered I knew words to What's New Pussy Cat. I played it for D enough times to know basic lines are nose, eyes and lips.
I feel like a cicada. I am out of sight and mind long stretches and come back in an over the top fashion.
Hiatus BD. I'm overzealous with my lack of structure to pursue unproductive endeavors...bad dad.

day one of week two; summer

Having kids home isn't going as I'd hope, thus far(TFR).
My fault(MFU). I'm not good at multitasking(MUT) and I've an addiction to screentime(ATS), so I'm a useless zombie(UZB) now that we got smartphones(SMRT). Totally knew it would happen(TKIWH). Need to organize and such(ASU), pronto.
AW, I am gonna try to get stuff done(GSD). I'm responsible for the downstairs, the garage, and the barn. So much stuff to do(SMSTD), I can ignore no more (INM), blah.

A digital hiatus(DHU) is in order(IIO), I'm going paper(IGP) until I GSD.

Might as well say more stuff given DHU IIO ASU.
My living quarters are a mess. I have clothes in piles, drawers ASU in at least two rooms. I need to rid myself of stuff. I'm such a hoarder, due to my procrastination. Fancy word for lazy, I guess. I need to "defrag" everything. The basement is the dumping ground for my stuff I use and neglect accordingly. I piled up clothes. I emptied my drawer of work clothes. I need to put stuff elsewhere, for it is mostly winter layering. Of course, I start my organizing when all is asleep and I should be out getting milk. AW, I will awake to a mess from my moving stuff around into piles to go elsewhere.
I never GSD, but I am going to make a sincere effort to be less useless. Sure I watch the kids and do things like towels, dishes, and a few dinners a week, but all else is infrequent at best.   IGP to give a visual checklist. I will be accountable.

you don't have to be... but helps.

I lied. My phone is set to go at 4:05am (DST). I awoke to THE VELVET UNDERGROUND LYRICS - Run Run Run - on iheartradio's The Velvet Underground & Nico channel.
Today, I was more aware of my VU wakeup, hence my recollection.
The blog theme of this morning is masochism... yes, I awoke to Venus in Furs.
AW, a while ago, my employer had new signs made for the lot stating its award as one of the "Best Employers in Ohio." I wondered if companies intentional hired masochists to achieve such distinction. I know I took a personality test as part of the hiring process...

Smartphones pt. 2

So long Cincinnati Bell Wireless!
Nlimited calling, text & web roq!
Feel free to call me!
Not fond of blogger app, bt iheart radio is easier than on Roku.
(Proper name exemption-PNX)

no heaven for Doom

Went rond trip to Wheeling today.  Left arond 9:30am. Got home at 8:40pm. Saw Dad and he was not normal. If I didn't know he was in withdraw from meds I wold think he had had a stroke. Very ot of his mind at times and nable to form thoghts.
He's not well, bt Death will probably wait not too mch longer.
Had nice time considering occasion, bt I only stayed a few hors and blk was waiting on food at restarant.
Not sre when it came p bt I'm not going to heaven according to dad. He told mom he was looking forward to seeing all these varios people, bt was pset I'd  not be there becase of something I did that pset him.
I cold have stayed the night, bt why do so if he thinks I'm going to hell? Sleepy now. 420 miles isn't hateful.

eastward

Moms cry, right? Mine rarely shows emotion, bt she called at ten am as sch.  AW I am heading to West Virginia whenever I awake to do so. D-on is arriving via plane to PIT @ eleven am. I'm not going to be there ntil noon(earliest estimate).
Enjoy yor Snday, I won't. I made sre to paq( I don't like doble sonds together, seems silly in a redndant srt of way q is stpid w/o inverted n except as replacement of ck ending, bt ks is dmb too since x is better served there) a towel.

hate speech of Doom

I sppose that my endeavor to eliminate letters can be seen as hate speech if one reads the letter alod preceded by I hate. Or the tone is sch that it means one is not worthy of being addressed eqally.

See the above? Q needs the inverted n! How silly! Why have a letter that cannot stand alone 99.7% of the time? Dylanspeak mst have a rle for the evnt, bt first, I need to address a pet peeve regarding my name. The A is nnecessary and I dislike when people prononce it. Or worse making the wrong y sound. I want to kill when people say Die-lan. Lan is a horrible! No one thinks to call me Lanny as nickname for a reason. Dreadflly I get variations of Dil, which is wrong given the Y is important to me like it is to a lady. A hyphen rather than a maybe the best option for the island effect of Dyl-n almost forces the reader to see how to say my name correctly, bt I'm sre anyone calling me Die-lan wold call me Dildashen which is close to sonding like a foreigner's sex toy.

Jst call me DOOM, I gess, ca-se I'm doomed to endless misprononciations of my given name.

Thorsday preview

Decided I dislike the letter "u," hence forth it will be ignored ntil I feel otherwise.
Happy birthday to my gentle reader! Many well wishes and sch to yo! Accept my apologies. Between an appt. 3 kids and an icecream social I cannot tread pon yor abode. Was feeling hëm(meh bt not meh in a meh way ths jerklite in a lizard brain sort of meh and henceforth shall be hëm withot frther degrees of jerkapathy which shold be discssed another post perhaps) and sch ths perhaps too mch entpish
Not sre how long I shall ignore the letter that annoys me bt it does for this moment.

Do me big favor and check mroczkowskis timeline and take note of prom and homecoming pics. I plan to weed rather deactive accont and that's one that is to be prned. Hgs and kisses. BGLADJJ

Wednesday that isn't like normal

I worked Monday to get that pay difference and now I feel like it's Tuesday. Things to do and my body isn't in the mood. The whole phone search has lead me to think a certain Android may be best option for my CB needs, but having a conversation with someone who dislikes said phone because it's Android is typical of the endeavor to upgrade past the CB barriers.

I just tried to read Time online. It gave me a headache. Maybe it's not meant to be read on a laptop(LT)? Anyways, the article(IC) was derivative of everything I just read in TLAF, which I felt was derivative of all things I read of late(ATIROL)... anyways(AW) I didn't have the will to finish a couple paragraphs of said Time IC. I felt like I wasted my time on Time, so I questioned my trusting the source by which my interest was piqued.

Total FB fail.

I need to get myself organizized(MOZD). Phones and cars are the white noise of distraction(WND)... I so dislike shopping for upgrades, but contentment BE DAMNED(BD)!

Words bored me. I am going to make new ones or abbreviate old ones to fit my idiosyncrasies(MI) better. I'll use the label Dylan Speak(DYLS) to highlight this occurrence for future reference(FR).