My musical tastes are changing. I'm becoming a fan of head-banging music. At least music inspired by true historical events. Here's an example of Sabaton's music: https://youtu.be/rcYhYO02f98

In other news, Nurse Kelly and I are exchanging very long and amorous with each other. Hopefully, this the first paragraph of a new happy chapter in my life. But I get along with most of my nurses pretty darn well. Nurse Angel and I 'grapple' once in awhile, and Nurse Kristi and I have a lot to talk about. Before she became a nurse, she was a stripper and a massage therapist. Kristi and I keep talking about which one of us had the worst massage client.

You know, I should've married a nurse.

Our receptionist is an exceptional person. She's a tiny young woman who's full of joy and laughs. Not only can she handle all of her office duties, but she's so funny when she goes after runners (residents who try to escape the rehab). In the mornings, I find a suitable spot to drink my coffee and watch her go after the usual bunch of runners.

They just started rebuilding the condo. Things would go so much faster if the HOA would stop butting heads with the city. For instance, ducts now have to be 52" instead of 46". It was the old narrow ductwork that was the cause of the fire. I hope it gets ironed out soon. I want to go home.

Health-wise, I still have some serious problems. I have veins in my leg that need to be "blown" after we get a handle on my blood pressure and find some substitutes for some medications that contain zinc.

I'm allergic to so many things now, they might as well toss me into a bubble.

That's about it for now. I hope you guys are doing well. I'll be watching the live Sabaton concert on YouTube today.

*Hugs*

Go ahead and count how many children's headstones are in this video. I dare you: https://youtu.be/yCVtn9-MIEA

My eyesight is failing and I'm at risk of becoming blind.
Yeah, it's the diabetes.
I don't see faces anymore unless the person is standing next to me. I recognize people now by their voices and shapes and body language.
Every morning, I have a cup of coffee in front of my rehab looking at the sun and the sky and committing them to memory.
My left eye, formerly my good eye, is pretty useless. I can't read with it anymore. My vision is distorted in my right eye. I can read tablet and computer screens because the text is backlit. Regular books are difficult for me at best. Large print helps some.
And that's about it.
Do me a favor, guys. Don't stop taking care of yourself likely did. Right after the Mona debacle, I gave up on myself and this is what happened because of it. I stopped exercising and ate crap and this is my reward. I might be begging for a kidney pretty soon.
Don't be me, okay?
Love you all.

A gift from my brother Robert. It sucks on memory, but a couple flashdrives ought to take care of that. I installed Discord and Quarrel and am now trying to figure out how to get them to work.

I wish a had a hardcopy manual 😕

And I wake up to this.
Sheesh.

Did somebody let a chimp play with the servers or what?

This building is right next to where Robert and I own our unit https://www.reviewjournal.com/local.....tment-1912483/

Iconic adult film actress and model Candy Samples passed away last September. She is noteworthy because she was one of the original body models for Haggis (the other being Mona) and because she wanted a career in professional wrestling which never happened because one of her demands was that she'd never lose a match, a notion not wasted on me or Haggis.

https://www.therialtoreport.com/201.....ndy-samples-2/

My cousin Laurel is married to a Texas oil man...

Let that sink in for a moment.

Laurel gets an one million dollars a month allowance, and her four children each get a $500,000 a month allowance.

This is the side of the family that conned my mother out of her jewellery, stole art drawn by my grand-uncle Ike Morgan, and generally looked down upon us.

Start the revolution.

Somebody made a slasher film featuring furries as the antagonists. It's currently on Amazon Prime. It'll pop up on SyFy sooner or later.

The residents across the hallway from me are so loud screaming and fighting with each other, the people in my dreams stopped doing what they were doing and just stood around waiting for it to stop.

I didn't know they could do that!

Jeffrey Epstein didn't kill himself.

I'm 62 today!

Maybe buy an old guy a book https://www.amazon.com/gp/aw/ls/ref=cm_sw_su_w?ie=UTF8&lid=9KWVZQ9DLPT1&ref_=cm_sw_su_w&ty=wishlist

Eat cake everybody!

Anybody out there try one of these things?
I was in rehab when they first came out and now they've come back.
Curious.
BTW, I'm waiting for a McRib 🍔 That's worth dying for.

Can you identify it?

https://mobile.twitter.com/spaceshi.....76232024367104

Today all they had to do was out a sock on the stump. I have some surgeries coming up, but that's one less worry.

Previous owner doesn't need it anymore 😢

There's a YouTube series called Women Wrestler Injuries I've been watching for awhile now. You want to know the number one cause of injuries among women wrestlers?

Awesome Kong. She's injured more bitches than a Black Friday sale stampede inside Wal-Mart.

I think Awesome King is basically a nice person and a pretty good actress (somebody give her some parts to play), but she is just way too big to play with the little girls (I can't imagine what the body count would be if her matches were shoots instead of works).

I like to keep things realistic, so Haggis won't be fighting above her weight class again. Ever. Besides, excessive body mass is the first sign of a 'cape' in cyber-wrestling and regular pro wrestling. I'm still being stalked by some idiot with a 8' tall horse who claims we can have a realistic match.

Voila!

My father was a civil engineer. My mother was a spoiled rotten trophy wife. While I was still in the womb, they went and bought one of the largest houses in Plainfield, Wisconsin where something was terribly amiss. My father traveled a lot. And the house needed work. My mother had never so much as washed dishes in her whole life, and she was pregnant with me, so my parents needed a little help. So my father hired this odd little man named Ed who used to spend most of his time hanging out at this mom and pop grocery store to look after the house and yard. According to my mother’s cousins, my mom used to work Ed almost to death, and then shortchange him on his wages. One day, when my father was in town, it was snowing heavily, so he decided to drive to the farmhouse where Ed lived and pick him up. My father couldn’t drive all the way up to the farmhouse because the road wasn't plowed, but he drove up as far as he could, and then started honking his horn.

While my father was honking his car’s horn, he noticed what he thought was a haunch of venison hanging in the open door of Ed’s barn. When Ed finally came out and got into the car, my father smacked him and told him that hunting deer was cruel. Ed meekly told my father that he never hunted deer.

A couple of weeks later, my father is far away working in Texas when he gets a phone call from my mother. She’s in a panic. She tells my father that somebody was murdering women in Plainsfield, and that she was all alone, and she wanted my father to come home right now right away this very instant.

My father couldn’t do that. It was the fifties. It would've taken a week at least. So he called up one of the neighbors instead, and asked that neighbor to over go to Ed’s farmhouse and pick up Ed. Ed wasn’t very much, my father explained, but at least he was something.

Well, the neighbor drove over to Ed’s farmhouse, and he was rather surprised to see very nearly every cop in Wisconsin there. I was born a full month later. My mother had carried me for ten months. I guess I didn't want to come out until it was safe. But soon afterwards, my family moved to California just to be sure. Ed’s last name was Gein. He later became Robert Bloch’s real-life inspiration for his character Norman Bates for his novel Psycho and for the horror movie The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. That was the story as I have been telling it because that was how it was told to me.

The truth is that Ed Gein was arrested almost a week after I was born (my mom had still carried me for ten months). At the time of the arrest, they did find the body of one of Ed's victims dressed out like a deer and hanging in a shed.

My parents had arrived in Plainfield in 1955. They had run afoul of the KKK in Louisiana and had moved away as far as they could without leaving the country. While they were in Wisconsin, they gave the KKK a final middle finger salute by helping the first black man get elected sheriff there. In 1956, my father had started employing Ed Gein as a handyman. And it was that November when my father tried to drive up to Ed's farmhouse to pick up Ed.

In summer of 1957, the citizenry of Plainfield began to realize that something was very, very wrong in their community. They were acting like baby chicks in a barnyard being buzzed by a chickenhawk. Thankfully the horror ended and the people of Plainfield celebrated a true Thanksgiving the following month.

Decades ago at a book fair here in Las Vegas, I finally managed to talk to Robert Bloch himself about my family’s involvement with Ed Gein. He told me that while he was in Plainfield doing research for his book, that he had indeed met and talked to my mother before my family had moved out of Wisconsin.

"Oh God, I remember that woman," Mr. Bloch said, "She thought my book was going to be about her."

And although he had never heard this particular take on the haunch of venison story before, he did tell me that as far as he knew, Ed had never shot a deer in his life. Mr. Bloch then said that doing research in Plainfield was a little bit like investigating the Jack the Ripper murders. There was an official count of victims, and then there was the unofficial count of victims. Many of Plainfield’s residents felt that they never caught the real murderer, and that people had kept on going missing, and that graves continued to be disturbed in the outlying cemeteries. Some of the townies went as far as to tell Mr. Bloch that Ed Gein was only somebody’s or something’s Renfield. But whatever the case was, it’s been almost six decades since Ed Gein was caught and sent to a mental asylum where he spent the rest of his life. And I imagine that the good people of Plainfield have never stopped locking their doors and windows before going to bed.

Happy Halloween 🎃

The Mist (2007) on YouTube. The whole movie in HD. Watch it before they yank it https://youtu.be/agHwhA6b5KQ And Happy Halloween!

There's a woman in my part of the rehab who thinks she's a CIA spy (and part owner of the Palms Casino). When we go on outings, she wears a surgical mask and spies on French-looking people minding their own business.

She's up to something brand new.

She's been sending dossiers to the Department of Homeland Security. The dossiers have been mostly about rehab staff. But she does do dossiers about her fellow residents.

Apparently she sent the dossier she collected about me out today.

Oh geez do I want to go home.

Somebody stole my pepper!

Everything else I keep locked up. The only thing I leave out is a $10 can of good pepper which I need because the food is so terrible here.

I found it missing this morning at breakfast when I need it the most.

Rat bastards!