Also, I Played '...Carmen San Diego' On The IIe, Harrumph

Two calls to customer service (alas I did *not* ask for a supervisor, but still...)

Snail mail: too EXTREME? ARGHHH!

My Bang-On Lotto Fantasy

What would I do if I won the Super Jackpot? I've pondered this question since childhood, when my family would play the California State Lottery. If I answered it today, the first thing to come to mind is simple: retain a wealth management company's services - Transamerica's or Charles Schwab's.  And then go from there...

...Really, though, the two-acre residential/whatever-you-do-with-em lots along the road I live on are surrounded by thousands of acres of leased cattle run that's for sale. I would buy them; then I would begin attracting other investors, and such visionaries as Richard Branson to Elon Musk to Jeff Bezos, to my proposal to build a spaceport and a startup payload-and-passenger launch company. Skylon space planes, modified to launch off of rails, would fly Eastward (?) and upward to orbit three times a day on average, and there would be launch pads for Blue Origin and SpaceX, as well as a necessarily healthy-sized airport. A tiny, five by two-kilometer city, as well as a couple of agrarian hamlets, would round out the scene (there's already one reservoir, and another on the way, just over the Eastern range of mountains towards Sacramento Valley and the Interstate 5.) There should be ample room, of course, for factories that refurbish and repair and build, as well as those that refine hydrogen, and power plants... Much of the remainder of the old pasture land could still be let out as cattle run...

Reaction Engines, Ltd. (REL), Skylon Space Plane - due out in the next few years!

The rest of my outrageous fortune would be invested in a charitable trust in my name that gave to my favorite American and global social services and social justice causes, a scholarship fund, and such; I would also do my best to secure a legacy for future generations of those who carry on our last name Way...

Whew. So there you have it - I ruined any chance I have of seeing my fantasy come true!

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As ever, if you'd be so darling, there are gofundme, venmo and paypal links to the right in the sidebar under "William R. Way." Ta-ta, cheerio and all that!

先生へ

RIP Uncle Phil

Thank you, Will S....

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雰囲気のよさそうな建物でしょう。

Still trying to get a new house on the property, the old one off...

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My take on nootropics? They probably do work -- one spends money on them, one better start actually studying... (Much thanks again to Lisa Kudrow...)

Fine, If Anybody's Really That Entitled To My Honest Expressions of Paranoiac Negativity....

I want to be friends and meet, especially with odd darlings and cool cats I've as yet barely encountered (but such presences they are in their essentials!), and I don't deny myself the just desserts due me -- not that by the very nature of what's going on I could screw my own pooch, at least in the renumeration department (there would have to be some -- gasp! -- inimical, highly effective, indominable conspiracy afoot... I just have a difficult time thinking this is merely the dark before the dawn, the cloud whose silver lining is not yet apparent...

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UPCOMING: The big ol' shindig for the Willie B. apartments in the Western Addition. Hopefully, they're less into this and that -ism and by which they hardcore discriminated against prospective tenants (wanting a vague "this-or-that" specific demographic they could serve, and have their own way, even as they received public funding, including from HUD.) They certainly never should have #displaced yours truly in violation of every common understood protection for SF renters, not without ample assurance from whatever boneheaded quarter they needed to that I would adequately and conveniently be dead soon after TNDC unethically and senselessly (and illegally?) evicted me... (It never did make sense as to why they rented 212 at the Alexander to me to begin with, and let me stay for 4 1/2 years.)

(BTW, I think there's some affidavit I have to sign in the City and County, perhaps at the Superior Court on Grove -- with or without an attorney? I'm not sure... Anyway, I wonder if this has something to do with my former landlord -- I ain't fixin' to be Elle Woods up in here. I know a lot of people have been mum on some huge issue surrounding me; Lord knows, I'm supposed to be taking some sort of hint on that. All so vague and weird... Oh, well, I'll pop in at the court as soon as I can make it to the City -- it is sort of a hardship to travel... Maybe I'll get there by July 24th?)

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"Wait, is there some 'principle of the thing' about me and my so-far lifelong frequent poverty and privation, and that those involved are investing themselves in an hideously irritating, so-maddening-as-to-induce-homicidal-rage 'point' in arranging my situation (one that includes a timing component)? Is that why I'm being piously fucked over by some de facto conspiracy? Or is someone unduly taking out on me the fact that I read -- for pleasure! -- Foucault's Pendulum by Umberto Eco my senior year in high school?"

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Still prone on occasion to auditory illusion voices, emotional stuff... I'm at my most hurtful, perhaps, when I can't take something for what it by virtue of being what it is as a promise... My nature is perverse insofar that I know: whether human or divine, assurances are unfortunately ironic.

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-99e4geCm2w

.｡･ﾟﾟ･(＞_＜)･ﾟﾟ･｡.i put 2 wallz b3hind u jus 2 lean on(＋_＋)

Sunrise, June 25, 2017

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