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It's been a rough night, and it's all my fault. My shoulders started hurting pretty bad. I was crippled in my upper left arm and shoulder. The pain was horrific. I hoped that if I could get some sleep it would ease off. That didn't happen. I woke up almost screaming.
There was a cause to all this madness. I moved my computer downstairs, but not my computer table that's set about the right height. Everything downstairs was the wrong height and I ended up bent over with a lot of strain on my shoulders. This put stress on the joints, and that's what hurts. I moved my computer back upstairs. I couldn't move the table downstairs. Apparently those days are gone.
I'm trying to get out of taking the stronger painkillers. They're not that strong, but when I take two of them they work a lot better. The two naproxen 220 mg tablets I took have caused the worst pain to wane, but the deep bone pain may not go away without a little more help. I'm taking them. Screw this. I deserve a break today.
My left arm has gotta have a break, that's why I'm switching the mouse back to my right hand. For a while. I enjoyed learning to use the mouse with my left hand. It was interesting, but painful in a way. I switched in the first place because of what I thought was carpal tunnel syndrome, but it was actually arthritis.
It took me a while to notice that using the muscles associated with my left hand caused the same muscles in my right hand to flex. In sympathy I reckon. By the end of the day the muscles for both hands were each as tired as the other and I wasn't using my right hand.
I don't watch a lot of TV. When I do it's usually something on PBS. I don't receive satellite or cable TV. Sitcoms bore me. They're too predictable, and full of government and religious propaganda. They try to teach their audience how to be good citizens by consumerism. PBS, on the other hand, tries to get it's audience to contribute directly to it in order to save it from it's inevitable demise as a tax write-off for the wealthy.
The digital transmitting deal that took over from analog broadcasts allows them to have several channels. It's called multi-casting. It's fairly simple to understand why the switch to digital became appealing to everybody except the people who only get over-the-air-reception. Despite that, it gives me more options of stuff to see. If I could afford it I would pay for satellite service without complaining too much.
PBS started what they call the Explorer Channel which shows a lot of travel shows and Ken Burns stuff. All of them advertise their wares throughout the program and at the end of the show. So much for commercial-free TV. Still, it's convenient to have a little more choice about what to waste me time with.
Burt Wolfe and the other tour guides probably get paid to show their advertisements, but I enjoy seeing the various places they visit and talk about. I've never been to Europe, and from the response these travel shows conjure from me I don't particularly want to. Those people are so steeped in tradition it's repulsive to me. I like wine as much as the next person. As far as alcoholic beverages are concerned wine is nearly all I drink, Europeans are obviously a bunch of tradition-bound drunks who are obligated to wage war on one another. China will eat them for lunch, followed by a terrific Bordeaux.
That's pretty much my response to Ken Burn's patriotic crapola. He's really getting over. He gets a high percentage of his material free from the government archives to sell it to the people who contribute to PBS. In the industrial construction trades that's called "feeding the monkeys" until their audience becomes addicted.
The painkiller is kicking in. It doesn't really help the pain as much as it distracts my attention from it. It allowed me to amuse myself by day-dreaming about bitch-slapping images of Ken Burns. He has got to be another draft-dodger. The entire time I composed my remarks about him above, I forgot about my shoulder hurting, so I guess he's useful in a way.
Maybe I'll drive over to the strip mall and go walking to see if that will act as a distraction instead of using my distasteful scorn toward Burns. Maybe I'm envious of him because I won't allow myself to come across as being that disgustingly fey, and he does it as easily as water rolls off the back of a duck.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
