From Day Dreams of a Spaced Out old Man comes

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Are you having a Great Summer Vacation?!

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What dream is this? Reality?!

 

A Mid Summer Night's Dream? The Wickerman? Or the tempting advertisement for a movie I recently saw the title and poster for?

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I went to see the air planes flying in formation today. After seeing three passing overhead I turned to watch them fly to the West end of the city. Clouds were moving in all around and five miles West of the commercial airport there were big rain clouds. They were heading our way. The sky seemed to stay clear inside a circle of clouds while the planes flew from morning until noon.

 

Then the clouds moved in closer. I got out of the lane where I saw the planes go by. I steered the steering wheel so I could get out of the lane I was in to the other to my left, and gently pressed the gas pedal to accelerate. The crossing was smooth. I headed West to get to a marketing place to buy some food. Five miles passed under the wheels before I arrived at the place.

 

I found a place to park near the store. I parked and got out of the car. I could see the rain clouds getting closer to the hill where the commercial flights landing strip is. Another few minutes and it would be raining on everything near me. I strolled into the store. I purchased what I needed. I thanked the clerk and moved along out of the line.

 

It was maybe ten minutes later when I walked out into the parking lot. Sprinkling began with just a few drops of rainwater making me aware I had better move to the car and get in.

 

I barely made it inside the car when the rain began to dot and then blot out the view outside. I hope the people putting on the air show get a longer day to share and finished showing off the planes. While I'm almost certain they won't be showing off any drones.

 

I would still like to see the planes that are being outdated by them, fly overhead in the sky, one last time, before they are mothballed for good.

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If it weren't for the video adverts competing with other stationary adverts causing the slow loading of all the advertisements at Nexus Mods that are loading when I open www.nexusmods.com before I sign in; I might not get in such a hurry to sign in on that page.

 

The sight of a few different pixs, and video ones included trying to show the same adverts, jammed, slowed like they are makes a mess of the page.

 

I have a fast ISP and a great deal of VRAM / RAM with a super GPU and CPU so it isn't because of the connection with my computer.

[cumbrianlad]

A bike. A fast bike. A sweeping bend, junction around the corner... I know about that... I've done this route many times before, it's not a concern. I ride this road every day to work and all I'm bothered about are the road conditions, the temperature of my tyres and maximising the enjoyment.

 

So it went today. FZR1000 exup, race-tuned (not very road-legal, perhaps). It's a dry, warm day in the UK, the birds and insects scatter from my path (hopefully... birds are deadly at this speed). I scrub the dead flies from the visor, or try to: Smearing them a bit is all I achieve. 120 mph? No, surely 130 is possible.

 

Hold your nerve. Hold that throttle open... yes, here we go! Now adrenaline kicks in, now time slows down. This is what riding a bike is really about!

 

Smoothly in, footpegs are banging and scraping (good), sparks stream back from the pegs (very good), what's so hard about Moto-GP.. my exhaust pipe is on the ground?

 

Round the bend: EXHILARATION ! Knee on the ground, get ready to straighten up... look ahead... Shite! JCB. Big, yellow, very, very hard and solid. It's bucket is out in front (illegal), It's flashing lights are dead (Illegal). The driver sees me and grins: yes, he grins. He keeps going, cutting off my escape route, not only that, he puts his foot on the accellerator, laughing all the time... what do I do? If I keep my normal line around the bend, my head hits immovable steel bucket at around 100 mph (speed scrubbed off in corner, only an estimate).

 

Think, think! No time to think. Flick the bike over, ride around...

 

It works. I saw the spikes on the front of the bucket as I passed them, there were 5. This is at close to 100 mph, yet it was all in slow motion to me. I saw every one clearly,as they just missed taking my head off.

 

Now I'm grass-tracking over the verge on a bike with sports tyres. It's a bit of a blur, but I'm heading back for the tarmac. The farmer must be pi**ed off that he hasn't killed me! The front wheel of the bike hits a rut and gets locked in. Darn it, I'm heading for a stone wall and can't steer. I try to get out of the rut like mad but no luck. I even recall leaning the bike so that the bars didn't hit the stonework.

 

No joy. I jumped off at around 100 mph, who really knows?

 

Black. Nothing. No thoughts at all...

...

"My bike! My bike!"

...

"Ooooh, my bike!"

 

'Who is that idiot?', I ask myself. The voice drones on and on. Finally, I realise the idiot is me: I shut up.

 

Police arrive, ambulances turn up, it's mayhem! The road is closed, people can't get to work (except for the bloo*y farmer who caused it all... he's ploughing his fields, or sheep, whatever takes his fancy).

 

The paramedic tells me I'm injured. "No, I'm not!", I declare, adamantly.

 

"What's that then?", he asks, pointing at the shredded jeans, blood, gravel and half of the UK that is embedded in my legs.

 

"'Tis but a mere scratch", I genuinely replied. "I've had worse"...

 

And the moral of the story is...?

 

... the Monty Python team were true sages... well, them and Douglas Adams. The answer is still 42.

 

P.S. this is a true story, but for legal reasons I'm denying that it was me... I was on the toilet at the time, as I recall.

 

P.P.S this is better read in a Welsh accent, if you can.

 

ieechyd da !

 

P.P.P.S or maybe use an Irish accent: Anything to disguise where I'm from, really. Just don't take this arseways!

[Deleted54170User]

:laugh:

 

I'm sure I'll make better use of my imagination now while sitting on the toilet seat. My imagination will race around like that. :devil:

 

I just started reading the book, "Good Omens" written by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. A character name of Crowley races around a bit in the beginning driving a Bentley.

[cumbrianlad]

:laugh:

 

I'm sure I'll make better use of my imagination now while sitting on the toilet seat. My imagination will race around like that. :devil:

 

I just started reading the book, "Good Omens" written by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. A character name of Crowley races around a bit in the beginning driving a Bentley.

Ahhh!

 

The seat of all knowledge!

 

I'm fairly sure that all of humanity's advances have been made upon that noble throne.

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:laugh:

 

I'm sure I'll make better use of my imagination now while sitting on the toilet seat. My imagination will race around like that. :devil:

 

I just started reading the book, "Good Omens" written by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett. A character name of Crowley races around a bit in the beginning driving a Bentley.

Ahhh!

 

The seat of all knowledge!

 

I'm fairly sure that all of humanity's advances have been made upon that noble throne.

 

 

Yup! Genius was born on the our Majestic Thrones.

 

I know that the cob that was once adorned with corn was replaced with hemp that was made into newspaper, and the final discovery was two layer soft toilet tissue. Inventors knew the pain from the days when hemorrhoids pained those who strained too much.

 

The dry cob was as quick a way to relieve those hemorrhoid's nodes. Until the days of lighter work, and softer bread gave way from hard tack and from unleavened bread and unleavened bread gave way to the softer bread made with the same yeast which made beer.

 

The Egyptian laborers broke bread and drank bear, then as they finished a group of collectors came and gathered all the bread crumbs and used them to make the next caskets of beer.

 

Three Cheers for the Inventors of Beer and Sandwiches.

 

Hip Hip Hooray!

Hip Hip Hooray!

Hip Hip Hooray!

[Deleted54170User]

Just because of one of the back two molars on the upper having been repaired so it isn't agitating me anymore I've experienced an attitude adjustment.

 

Ooo! It's so strange to not be on a campaign to end an enemy that was in my mouth for years because the previous dentist I was getting work done by put a temporary filling in, didn't tell me it was a temp, and forgot to reschedule me to have the regular filling done. To top it off, he retired that year, and when I went back to get my 6 month check up I found out he retired. Another dentist on staff took my case. Apparently the temporary filling never was logged as a one.

 

The dentist that took my case told me that day that the previous dentist I had, had died. And he stressed that the dentist died only 1 year after he retired. The filling came loose a year later, but didn't fall out. I could feel something was wrong, but I could not feel the loose filling, at least not yet. Another six months past. I went in to get my teeth cleaned and checked again. The new dentist discovered another tooth had a problem. He repaired it.

 

Six months later I went in for another inspection and tooth cleaning. The dentist and I got into a discussion in the waiting room. I greeted him warmly, he replied with a warm greeting. I mentioned the upper tooth giving me some concern. He mentioned a possibility for the problem. I considered what he said. I had a quarter of an hour before my turn to see the dentist occurred. I decided to go and get an ice pack to cool my right temple.

 

What he told me was that occasionally where there is a tooth problem putting an ice pack on the side of the face will make it feel better. It did!

 

He got word from the hall gossip that I had gone to just outside ER and gotten the ice pack. When I returned, my scheduled appointment was to get the tooth examined and repaired he recognized needed attention. When I saw him, he looked at me and freaked. Instead of fixing the tooth with the problem he wasted the entire hour examining all my teeth. The next time I went in for an exam he had quit working there. The Dental Office was down to one dentist. He wasn't taking any new clients and I was stuck with the problem. A year later they had no dentists on staff. No dentists in my local area would accept the insurance from the organization I had insurance for dentist work. Two years later the temporary filling in the one tooth had begun floating. When I bit down on something I felt a stab in between two teeth that went into the gums in between them.

 

I tested the area with my tongue but didn't feel any loose stuff. It had become like a ping pong ball in a tube that rose up when I bit down on food then set back in place when I opened up to get another bite of food. When I had no food in my mouth the temporary filling had settled back down perfectly so I could not detect it was loose.

 

Then one day I put a tooth pick against the bottom of the tooth, what do you know, the filling rose up from the tiny bit of pressure. It had gotten worn so it was like a piston in an engine. Bite down, up it went, open up , down it came. Until this last month I could not find a single dentist that would accept my insurance. I saved some money to pay cash, and the one dentist who had been kindly enough to remove a barbed filling on another tooth would not accept my insurance and made it clear he thought I was a homeless idiot without any money.

 

I was talking to his secretary about historical information I discovered and a book I had read. He overheard what I was saying, and yet he thought I was mistaken about the title of the book. I felt like my Mom had just caught me, while training me, making a mistake. Just because of the way he said what he did. I looked at him, and his secretary told him what I said, and he had never heard of the book before. He thought I was nuts. She knew what I was talking about enough to believe it.

 

I left his office in a huff. Then decided to see if the old dentist office had a new dentist.

 

I drove the 100 miles to see if the dentist office that my insurance coverage was established with to see if they got a new dentist. The clerk I visited, told me I didn't qualify for their services. I held up my qualifying card and showed them the data. He said it isn't what they have on the computer. I checked and found out, even though I had it paid in full, somehow, while all the confusing stuff was going on with the two dentists, that were providing dental service before, someone altered my records on their computer.

 

No record of a temporary filling, no record of a full dental exam, nor both teeth that were repaired. Now I have had the temporary filling replaced with an appropriate filling. The tooth is repaired that was causing my mind to rush to and fro through frightened notions. What a RELIEF.

 

I'm sorry to have to write that, now, I don't have a notion, a fabrication with mystery entangled in doubt and fear. My whole attitude is free of the wonder.

 

DO I EVER FEEL STRANGE? Yes I do! And unfortunately I have no more mysterious wonder stirred up by a tooth so close to the brain causing me to ponder what the cause is for my thoughts I have posted in the past here.

 

Well! I hope what I wrote so far will entertain some people. Because of the repaired tooth giving me so much relief I can kiss the way of my writing, the old story method, and the thought provoking knowledge goodbye.

 

I'm no longer suffering from the tooth's effects.

[Deleted54170User]

Thanks for putting up with me for as long as you did.

 

My poor old body has been in need of upgrades that I didn't get until a new company moved into the city across the river. Last month I got a repair on one tooth. After which I had a day, or two, where my mind was in a peaceful mood. During that time I made the discovery my mind was swerving out of control on my brains neural network's paths. Add thoughts of any labor that I could get hurt or hurt someone else because my focus goes out of control and I swerve inside out of control while standing still.

 

I am barely able to keep a sense of balance and control while stationary. That pause with no pain for a day or two helped me realize that even while I was stationary I could not do good at practicing a job to get any work. As soon as stress occurs I am no good even shooting at stationary targets. Then there's the motion in Space Missions. It is so similar to what I am experiencing I am actually good at it. Even so my equilibrium is messed up I can play Space Missions in Star Wars The Old Republic now.

 

Health wise Space Missions enabled me to keep from becoming stuck in bed, I use an old sighting trick so I can get out of bed, or I would be at the hospitals Out patient's window. The hospital's OP window I could easily spend all day and night filling out their form to describe my problem I want to see the doctors for. I would still be complaining until I get a replacement for this wrecked body of mine.

 

Keeping my renewed focus, as I practice, I recognize the pain instead of the reasoning. Reasoning why I should be given a new body. And ignoring the pain.

 

Focus on the pain causes me to deal with it instead of thinking of all the times I was injured because of improperly trained people who were too inexperienced to be training anyone anyone at those times when they had the job of training me.

 

I could spend hours explaining all my experiences which should grant me a new replacement body, and yet, that would mean, a revival of my history which has failed to get me further then a bunch frightening suggestions people made. Then day of video games arrived. Even so, my oldest brother suggested I join a bowling team. If he would open his eyes, when I am stone cold sober and see that I was stone cold sober even then, he then would understand why his advice wasn't and still isn't, getting through to me in his opinion.

 

Unless you have an identical clone of me stashed away ready to transfer my knowledge and personality into I would be wasting both of our time going on writing to you.

 

I am get better at realizing there's nothing I can do about the reasons I have the pain; I have to learn to live with the fact I have the pains instead. I can't even go beyond imagining revenge. It might be sweet, stress would cause me to fumble, even so, if, and that is a big IF I got lucky when getting revenge I would not be relieved of the injured parts of my body pains.

 

Now back to practicing, the new techniques I've learned, so I can put up with the pain more.

 

Thanks for putting up with me for as long as you did.