Brain Seeds

Lots of idiocy to talk about, I'd rather just sow it all right here in one article.

One of the kabillion things that annoy me is this: I really don't mind doing laundry. Really. What I don't like is the fact that when everything is washed and dried, it needs to be folded. And what bugs me there is, as I go through the basket, everything is inside out. Everything, every time.

Enter The Genius. In an effort to combat this time-wasting problem I devised a strategy: as I took my clothes off this week, I would turn everything inside out. Only took a few seconds a day.

So today was the day I hit the washer. Everything in, inside out. And then into the dryer. I brought my smug, righteous self down to the dryer when I heard the buzzer, prepared to be all proud of my ingenuity. I grabbed the clothes in one heap, dumped them in the basket, and carried them to the table to fold.

And there, lo and behold, was every garment. Inside out.

I give up.

And there was a damned sock missing, too.

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10 3/4 ounces of canned corn doesn't seem like much. Unless you drop that can on your foot, and you don't have a shoe on when you do that. Then it's a Sherman tank.

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The Idiots at Blogger still think I'm a Spam-bot. I have to do one of those idiotic word verifications every time I want to Blog. Maybe if I go there and shake one of the losers around like a windsock, they'll get the idea that this is at least a humanoid?

The funny thing is, I have another Blog here on Blogger, and I saw that a bot had posted an entry there.(I think Nancy saw that, right?) So for all the bullshit precautions these morons take, the Bots still get their work done. And humans have to do word verifications.

If they don't fix it by August, I'm shutting down and Blogging elsewhere.

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I'm going to miss the late, great George Carlin and his humor. Funny guy.

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The Starting Line...Again

This week took a lot out of me! There was a lot to follow up on with the funeral: paperwork, thank-you cards to write, etc.

And it's time for a rearrangement of life in general, as in "the real world is calling." I own my business, and the best way to define that is, "no work, no money." So the business beckoned with a lot of overtime; time to make things right and new with the world.

Which brings me to this point. Something just isn't right here. The week before Pop passed, my kids' Mom was involved in a car accident. She's fine but there appeared to be some serious damage. The insurance company had a body shop on recommendation, so off the vehicle went. I'm seeing tens of thousands in bills there. Yay!

At the same time, the air conditioning in my Explorer decided to retire, and we were moving into the first delightful heat wave of the season. I figured that was easily 80 or 90 grand at least.

Well, today was the wrap-up of the auto horror show. First up was the Explorer. Went in, got that taken care of. $60 bucks. Not 600, not 6,000. $60 bucks. I actually asked the guy, "What's the catch?". No catch. Hmm...

Then off to the body shop.

Again, all sort of damages...I was thinking second mortgage for that. I know there's insurance, and I only had a 500 dollar deductible, but still. Well, the total was 2900 dollars. I was charged only $500. No sneaky add-ons, no "extra's".

I was definitely off-balance, that's for sure. I had that "waiting for the other shoe to drop" thing going on all day. But, no sneaker avalanches. Nothing. Free and clear.

Well, not exactly. It's me, after all. Things are out there reminding me that I'm still me, and my world is still Stupid.

• I bought a tea kettle for the stove. It's a 3-quart job, and I brew a ton of homemade iced tea. Only problem is, if you fill this thing more than halfway up, when the water boils, you get a geyser of hot, steaming water shooting out everywhere. Yay me!
  
• We had a short power-outage overnight. Short, as in, just long enough to make sure the alarm clock was set to the wrong time. Woke up two hours late. I don't smile a lot when that happens, but I did resist the urge to launch said alarm clock across room.


• Blogger still thinks I'm a robot that posts SPAM. They are very dumb.


• Stopped by a client's home last evening. She had made a ton of cornbread and gave me a piece to take home. I love, love LOVE cornbread. So do my kids. They ate it while I was at the body shop. All of it. Damn kids.

So things are sort of getting back to normal, see?

I'll be by to see you all. You were missed.

Blogger Idiots

Funny thing. When you allow a process to be completely automated, you lose some control you probably don't want to lose hold of. When I think of Ford putting Microsoft-based programming into some of its cars (SYNC), I couldn't come up with any reason that would make me avoid Ford more than that. I don't want Microsoft even remotely involved with something as vital as my car.

When I came to the world of Blogging, it was through America Online's "Journals". I'd seen lots of blogs in various places, but I figured since I was paying for it, I'd have a little more control over the editorial process. Eventually, AOL's journals became yet another of the many AOL disasters, and I came to Blogger.

And I have to admit, the functions were superior, the layouts a lot more imaginative, and the editorial policy at Blogger was very hands-off. I became a big fan.

Maybe it's the timing, but of late, I have lost a lot of love for Blogger.

Then I found this. These are normally used in the comment area of some blogs, but I found a word verification in my publishing area a couple of days ago. When I investigated, I was told, "Your blog appears to be a spam blog."

Yeah. A guy writing updates about the last days of a cancer patient would most assuredly qualify as spam. It appears that Blogger is as capable of employing idiots as America Online is. Now I have to wait for one of the Geniuses to "review my blog" to determine that it isn't, in fact, a "SPAM blog".

I would imagine there are lots of spammers out there posting stories about a family member who is dying. Sounds reasonable to you, right?

As a sidenote, someone mentioned to me that this situation is possibly a result of someone "flagging" my blog as spam.

When I think of the quality of life of someone who would look at this blog the past couple of weeks, and use this time to carry out their own pitiful agenda, I'm so glad that I don't have that kind of cancer in my life. See, that's the thing about vermin, they don't care if your loved one is dying, they'll attack and feed anyway. That's why vermin is always better when it's eliminated.

Anyway, thank you for indulging my little rant. I have such a low tolerance for morons as it is, add a family crisis to the mix, and I become downright maniacal.

And if this Blog was flagged, I add this little message to the Flagger:

You're pitiful. Enjoy your worthless existence. I'm sure you're a delightful soul with the social value of lice. Take care, and thanks!