Day Dreams of a Spaced out Old Man

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I've been neglecting any real life jobs I know I could do, that I don't earn money doing.

 

 

Day Dreams of a Spaced Out Old Man is, was, and always will be fondly remembered an another way to sell a product that would earn money so I could afford and enjoy the better life of civilized people.

 

Life appears to be,

another dream zone,

a fiction about reality,

and reality suggests now

I should leave it alone,

because here to,

I was trying to find,

another way to hone

a skill,

to earn money!

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12 times the page was opened since I posted last. 8 and 0 were the last two numbers I noted after I wrote and posted the last time.

 

I see from my new way of seeing words just how well some people pay attention to words they read and hear read for them.

 

Many people have made the acquaintance with a character I thought had many tricks up his sleeve.

 

After playing Morrowind, playing Oblivion, and then the Elder Scrolls Online: Morrowind I found that even I fell into the numbers with members who were not comprehending the words of the man who wanted to be a god. In the new E. S. O. : Morrowind all who play are given another round of the characters mind.

 

I agree that the words he spoke are twisted around. Sometimes straighter so one who has been around a lawyer gets confused just listening to them talk. The words the half man and half god say are so often a series mathematical tricks. They seem to be jokes. Tricks played on the player. Doing a task for the character in the Original Morrowind gave us all a bit of surprise then we might have considered possible.

 

Again I tended to only hear the half of what was the mad god said. Words spoken with conjunctions so we understood a sentence did not always seem so when 'you know who' spoke the words.

 

If we thought we understood, like I did the first time, we went off on the quest he gave to find a special fork.

 

How it might be that we discovered our ears and eyes did not hear or see all the words Sheogorath connected into sentences? I know the first time I took the quest from his statue it ended up badly. I had to start again, a new round, from the last Save. After I heard him speak the same lines about 4 times, I think it finally occurred to me what I was doing wrong. It might have been 10 times?

 

Sheogorath had his fun over and over until I finally realized who was at fault.

 

It was me. I wasn't listening or reading the lines he spoke.

 

And he spoke them very carefully.

 

As I have learned from many of my own real life experiences I can pass on this bit of wisdom.

 

Each of us has a mind of our own. If we think we know it all we soon discover we don't. It is important to become acquainted with a new friend for a time. The closer they are to us in real life for longer times makes it easier for us to understand the old acquaintances. So it is often our mistake that before we really understand a new acquaintance we are often misunderstood. We must realize we must start to reason with a new acquaintance like they were a baby, and they must do that for us too. The quests we go on sent by one who we don't treat that way, or they us, could end up going sour at best; Or Worse, getting our self (character in the game) killed.

 

It would have been nice if I had known Sheogorath better before I took on the first quest he gave all who played the first Morrowind.

 

Ah! With our own mind what twisted ways we think a new acquaintance say, or said. If you have any older and younger siblings you might understand what I mean much better.

 

It only took me 2 times to recognize just how the game quest in the E.S.O.: Morrowind doing a quest to win back a ghost's palace for the Mages.

 

Twice!

 

2 times that time.

 

And here I thought I knew myself better than that? :laugh:

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I miss when I was just a struggling 52 year old something of a guy. A mess of memories of the past all made me what I was before I arrived on the Internet and took a position on forums and refused to leave. I was finding out what was inside the Frankenstein monster that I was.

 

I miss all the fun and ruckus all of the friends here and I shared. I miss all of you some and some of you allot.

 

Phew! Now that I have gotten that off my chest.

 

I ate a sandwich and now I am feeling comfortable. There is something about the rocking sense that I feel while my body churns the food inside me that makes me feel good. I want to lay down and let it happen. The tiny part of me is rocking me. Gently.

I want to Rock all of you Gently, rock you slowly, just a little while holding you in my arms until you fall asleep.

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I got a little story to tell. It's about a nose that could not smell. A doctor said it was because it was always running. I thought the doctor was just funning. I was told to blow my nose. I tried, but my mouth could not get my lips around it. I was handed a handkerchief. I wiped the flow. The doctor said. Blow.

 

I learned how too toot my nose. Still; try as I might I could not stopped the flow. When I looked in the mirror I could tell my nose wasn't running. After I tooted the snot out of my nostrils for a brief moment I could smell my feet.

 

And my feet weren't running either.

 

Now I know my nose can run and toot!

 

Ain't I cute?!

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It seems to me that this thought be odd. And that is that everything smells. The oddest part of it at all is; only the nose knows. :geek:

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For a moment today I was feeling nostalgic. What a wonderful sensation. Nostalgia. Why I thought? Some advertisement may have caused my mind to bring up the history from the past when I was happy at the time.

 

I sat back. Returned to eating a bit of food. Nos tal gia. Nose?

 

Naw! That's a ridiculous thought. I thought.

 

I mean the nose was what gave someone the idea to create a new word?

Wait?! Could my nose have had anything to do with my nostalgic moment?

 

Could it be?

 

Could it be I smelled something familiar and it got me all nostalgic?

 

:huh:

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I've got time to day dream now. It's snowing outside. Large flakes are falling steadily on everything.

 

I noticed the white geometric designs floating down from the sky at 6:00 AM MST. I saw while fluff piled 2 inches high on my pipe fence railing that is 1 and 1/4 inches in diameter. There's no breeze to disturb the snow so it might get as high as the layer it leaves on the sidewalk out passed Blue Spruce Pine tree on the lot in front of the house.

 

I might actually have to go out with the shop broom and sweep it off. If it continues all day and into the night until tomorrow morning I might have to use the leaf blower too to clear the snow off the emergency vehicle too.

 

I recall the outdoor sensor for the houses forecast picture showing us a clear day today. The forecaster is supposed to be able to predict 12 ahead and 24 hours ahead. I must have been sleeping when the weather decided to change.

 

I wonder if this is a sign that the dry drought season's changing to a wet drought. Over the last 4 years central Montana has had gradual changes where I've seen longer cold spells with snow staying on the ground for a week then a couple of warm weeks, and then no snow or rain for a month. Spring seemed to have come early.

 

In December in 2017 the snow started accumulating on the ground in mid December and hasn't thawed away completely before another powdering occurred of about 2 inches on the shoveled sidewalk. This is the longest time snow has remained from December of the previous year until Spring in the last 4 years of longer cold days with snow on the ground.

 

I'll be heating some water for hot cocoa if the weather keeps piling the snow on the sidewalk and on my emergency vehicle.

 

Speculating about the past 4 years... If the Winters snows in the future keeps piling up and lasting for more months I may actually have to use a handy little 12 inch blade electric snow blower in the morning to get to the Emergency vehicle and dig it out too.

 

I hope you're all doing well.

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White as sand.

Fragile as a thought.

Snow is a pleasure to the sight.

Snow is an ever changing delight.

Thanks to the one we all know is a sprite.

 

We remember Jack Frost! :happy:

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That went over like a lead balloon!

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That was another experience like having a submarine with a screen door.