Wednesday, November 22, 2017

Cornbread At Dawn

(I made the cornbread gluten-free... Tomorrow, Eric will be home, and we'll have turkey, gravy, peas and corn, and cornbread... Happy Thanksgiving, errybody!)


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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

Shopping Day in Willows (ZIP 95988)

Can't go shopping on an empty stomach...

...So fish and chips at Black Bear Diner...

...Where, by the way, the Marine Corps Reserve has a Toys For Tots campaign - be sure to drop off new, unwrapped toys! (Willows Black Bear Diner, off the Interstate 5)

Then on to Walmart...

...All the boys/Think she's a spy/She's got/Bette Davis eyes...

...AY! But they've still got this often-not-good ground beef from their Clackamas, OR interest, Interstate Meat on sale... Now in bigger sizes than EVAR! (I highly recommend against buying it, btw...)

And here we are, checking out...

...And we drive past the fall almond orchards...

...Only to arrive home, glared at by ungrateful cats...

Ahhh, dinner!


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As dawn comes to the little American town of Stonyford, California, I'm hard at work learning the Chinese language, promoting international comity and goodwill (I've had some practice at that as a former Rotary exchange student to Japan), and campaigning for the American space program and the nascent worldwide space industry.

It costs me nothing to do all this, and I'll keep doing it (mostly on Twitter, but also on Facebook, and as many loyal readers know, on Google+ and Blogger... As well as on and Tumblr...), but it would be great if I could get some support. I'd like to raise money to aid me in my studies and my mission:

I appreciate any support for my studies that you can give!


Monday, November 20, 2017

Rest in PIECES!!!!

“If they can get you asking the wrong questions, they don't have to worry about answers.” - Thomas Pynchon



RIP Chuckles Manson: say "Hi" - won't you? - to Sharon Tate in that great mass grave we call "Heaven..." I'll sing some Aaron Schust for you...

As ever, look to the right sidebar under "William R. Way," and notice that I'm accepting donations at (for housing); and and (for various and sundries, including my prescription needs/drug problem.)

Sunday, November 19, 2017

Sunday Is My Fun Day

San Francisco: Financial District, Civic Center (Asian Art Museum and City Hall in lights after dark.)


Many of us see at least our spam folders (and plenty, our inboxes), flooded with e-mails our good sense knows originate with those who have no compunction about defrauding the well-intentioned, the (for whatever reason) embarrassed, the hard-up, the isolated or lonely, those who are not yet wise to the tricks employed, or those who are developmentally disabled or aren't yet mature.

These criminals seem to operate without conscience, and seem to think doing wrong turns to the vulnerable is acceptable; they rely on public apathy and the reputation law enforcement and the government often have for an unwillingness or failure to act.

If you or a loved one has been taken in by any such scam (and the scammers might be in another state), please know that plenty of people and organizations are around to offer their assistance. Here are a few contact options: (Internet Crime Complaint Center) (Justice Department,  spam) (For those scams reputing to be the IRS contacting you)



The rest of Sunday better be a breeze. Tons of lamb from Jenny U. (yay!), might bother Joyce next door for some of those ripe olives so I might cure them (I prefer salt to lye, myself), and... IF YOU'RE FEELING SINISTER, JUST LOVE BELLE AND SEBASTIAN RIFFING, OR FOR ANY OTHER REASON (SPITE IS A GOOD ONE, AMONG OTHERS), FEEL FREE TO DONATE TO MY GOFUNDME, PAYPAL, OR VENMO LINKS TO THE RIGHT-->>

Friday, November 17, 2017

"Everdream" by Epic Soul Factory

Some ambient, some weed or hash, a jug of wine, and thou... (<3 you Mikey - are you then a Corporal? Must be if your still active duty...)

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Lovely San Francisco

Ah... But now it's raining. Back to Vallejo, then Stonyford today...

As always, donations proudly accepted at the paypal, gofundme, and venmo account links to the right...

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

It's Been Three Years...

...Had I gotten a lawyer, I probably would have seen the inside of a courtroom right about... Now, considering the perennial judge shortage and the dockets for civil court cases - not to diminish the criminality of my previous landlord...

And I'm not even going to the City for this reason. And I'm writing to a politician, of all people... But why shouldn't I?

Monday, November 13, 2017

"If I'm sincere today, what does it matter if I regret it tomorrow?" 

José Saramago

As per usual, if you're ever feeling the compulsion to donate (and you trust it, el-oh-el...) please dig my links to the right for gofundme, paypal or venmo...

UPDATE: Flashpay ID 3615151797 (As I'm getting terribly hard-up... Anyone, anyone? Thanks!)

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Big Ideas? Why Don't You Make Money, You Bombed-Out Miscreant?

I've said it on facebook, but I'd love to know if Lena Headey could pull off a REAL Joan Crawford experience. If I've communed with Miss Crawford, her overall effect, the essence I glean, is one that is light and airy, yet uncommonly substantial. She's spry, bright, bird-like - economy, efficiency in carriage - but not scattered... Disciplined, rather, and pleasant. Dominating, but unobtrusive until she must obtrude.

What a woman! She's the protagonist in a story any one of us should want to be. I would be head over heels with Amazon or Netflix producing a short movie in which, say, she finds herself with a personally involving "do the right thing problem" - a dear friend, she finds, is blacklisted (not necessarily an anti-commie phenomenon, that), and must surmount not only her friend's usual idiosyncratic hurdles and (her?) darkening defeatism, but must rally all her social clout to beat back petty barbarism in a heroic uphill battle....  Still protean, this pitch....


Tiangong, the Chinese manned space platform, is due to crash back to Earth early next year, and it seems like everyone's said its demise is a matter of course. But how daunting is the goal of launching, in cooperation with all parties, a robot tug - fuel, thrusters, and a remote-controlled drone, one that could accelerate Tiangong into a higher, more stable orbit, and increase its longevity?

The International Space Station is pretty much booked and scheduled through its expected retirement, and wouldn't it be great if the Chinese government in cahoots with, say Bigelow Aerospace, provide more manned orbital platform for India's space program, or Morocco's?

Thursday, November 9, 2017

Namo Amida Butsu

Three ships lie at anchor:
Philisophy, Religion, and Reason;
Philosophy cannot cross Samsara's ocean;
Religion will row you no farther than the harbour wall;
Reason flounders before the voyage begins;
But there sits a fourth ship: The Primal Vow,
Which alone can ferry us from port
And follow a course to Blissful Sukhavati
Sails raised to catch the Nembutsu winds;
Namo Amida Butsu!

(Not on the Internet this evening, but cell and home phones are up for voice, and I'm primed to hang out, chill... Dudes beware :-P )

Monday, November 6, 2017

Fine, Google+, you want me to blog about you? Well, fucking here you go:

I have $15 still on the books with Google play, have been quite active on Google+, need Gmail, and update my Blogger site pretty regularly.

All Google sees when it looks at me is this:

Monday, October 30, 2017

I Am Everyday People

I just want Mark Zuckerberg, the DPH, the donors/board, and administration (+1-415-206-8000) at Zuckerberg General to know that I am still upset on my own behalf that the MySFHealth Web site, coupled with treatment I've received at Ward 86 ("Tee-hee, last bar you can get kicked out of in San Francisco - later days and die of AIDS, you faggot/chink/nigger/loser/whoever har har, right? NUDGE NUDGE TOO HARD right?"), forced me (at least, in my own mind, due to whatever I'm supposed to interpret their special singling me out as) to come out publicly as HIV-positive just to hedge my bets, be on the safe side, and vouchsafe my own continued survival as a poor person on the fringe of society WHO FUCKING KNOWS BETTER. YEAH, THAT KIND OF "KNOWS BETTER."

Of course, I do just sit here and languish. God knows I don't deserve the life I enjoy, but somehow... Oh, yeah, huh?


Got this link from a spam e-mail designed to take advantage of me, and people like us should keep up with this stuff, because this program is actually A FEDERAL PROGRAM THAT WORKS:

Also, are you on or around the national poverty level? A rural resident? You might also qualify for a once-a-month (or more) Commodity program from the USDA in YOUR area. Check with your local library, welfare/social worker, law enforcement, or maybe your Christian neighbors know something (they're often in on some good stuff for us.)


Perhaps I risk punishment for my lack of faith in the obvious, and am too gowed by what the obvious appears to be, but this whole shenanigan with Golden1 credit union has worked my last nerve. The most recent development: once again, I get the Sunny/Ruth Ann/insert-name-of-right-to-be-bitter-kicked-around-niglet-from-American-literature-here treatment, lied to baldfacedly (even after New York's Conde Nast had cashed one of my checks), and my checking account closed. Now, Golden1, or some party who shouldn't know I bank with Golden1, does know, and is going after me like a pack of hyenas on flakka; they have the temerity and gall to try to sell me "accident" insurance, like I'm some delerium tremens-prone Chico State Greek reject.

I'm long over being treated like shit, Golden1. Over it.


Original Will Way photo from October 2016, made on an Amazon Kindle Fire...

Tomorrow is All Hallow's Eve, Hallowe'en, Samhain, Sam Hill It's Annoying Out Tonight, or whatever you celebrate... "Trick or treat, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat..."

Here's some worrywort advice-queen clucking from yours truly: Evil teens and dread adults need safety, too - plan ahead! Buddy up, esp. when using liquor or - BIG "OR" - recreational substances; stay close to and in contact with - meaning check-ins, according to a schedule if that's the agreement - a designated sober person who's willing and knows what's up; avoid toys and props that could be mistaken for weapons; keep your phone on; don't accept doses from newly met folks, nor should you leave your beverage unattended around such; don't leave anyone in the lurch; be sure to wear what's functional, and does not obscure vision or hearing, or impede one's range of motion. HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

(Also, I'm planning ahead, and look forward to reminding bitches: Sleep is not the enemy; hydrate or die; and cum is not a food group.)


Lastly, if you're feeling sad and lonely, you're Burt Bacharach; if you're a frequent reader, maybe you're ready to make that leap and, well, help a brother out:
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