Windows Live sucks, that's all I can say. It took forever to download, then after it was done, I could not actually access a writing page or anything else. It was a gigantic corpse of a program sitting there doing nothing. It hadn't even placed an icon on the desktop so I could get started. Oh, yes, something must be wrong with me or my computer, but there were no warnings or caution signs. I un-installed it and re-installed it again a few times and the fact that it took so long and HAD to have every other program shut down while it worked just made me more and more angry. I haven't been so frustrated with anything computer-related in my life! I'm so mad I don't even want to talk about all the horrible details. I assume the people who've been recommending it to everyone don't know that it can be such a heap of shit. Anyway, I never got into the editing screen in Writer, which was all I wanted. It seemed to force me to take 20 other programs with it, and it's hard to imagine that they helped.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Monday, April 27, 2009
|About Rachel Carson|
You can find Octogenarian in my Blog List in the sidebar, but I happened across an older post that I'd missed on his site and I enjoyed it very muchinteresting that he'd known Rachel Carson, who wrote the book "Silent Spring" and greatly impressed me when I was a teenager. Anyway, I haven't posted about any one's Intelligent Post in a long time, so I guess I have not been doing my job! I therefore recommend that you READ THIS
Sunday, April 26, 2009
It's amusing to think I'm loved or that I love,
Well, the "intelligent blogs" list has changed it's appearance (on THIS blog, I mean), but is mostly the same. What a lot of repetitive work, though! Maybe this'll wake me up and I'll add some new one(s)--haven't done that in a long while. Then again, I haven't felt tempted to do it.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
I guess I shouldn't have skimmed it so much, but a fast reading of the Google Chrome Terms of Service sounds like they own everything that's theirs and everything that's yours. If that's what they mean, that's quite a buggering, and I'll live without it. It's not as if there isn't plenty of buggering available from the other soulless browsers!
He was slicker than a game-show host,
Friday, April 24, 2009
"Masturbation is never the answer," his girlfriend said.
When you delete your Twitter account, they make a big deal about warning you that it's permanent as if that will suddenly jar you to your senses! I guess it may apply to some people in this world, but all I could think was, "I HOPE SO!" Corporate Twitter must be like some people I have known who couldn't imagine how glad other people were to see them leave. I guess boors by definition always have a "self-protective coating". (I have mine; do you have yours?)
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Who in their right mind (or otherwise) gives a shit about Twitter? It's not only dull, it's nearly non-existent for me so far (and this may be as far as I'm going.) If I've failed to attract strangers or charm the birds off of the trees, I don't think I need to worry. I suppose it's for younger people, and maybe would work well in a colony of ants.
It used to be the unmade bed or unhung clothes signified
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
|(More than you needed to know!)|
Note to people with get-rich-quick schemes: Listen, here's a dime. Just keep begging until you have a quarter, then phone a lawyer and he'll help you steal a million bucks that you don't deserve and then you won't have to worry about trash like us any more. Do that enough times and maybe you can sit around and shoot the breeze about the color of turds with your charming proctologist friend Donald Trump.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Sunday, April 19, 2009
|A Poem About A Celebrity|
I always loved Eartha Kitt,
Friday, April 17, 2009
When I was a child I lived next door to a baseball stadium that was on it's last legs. I was about 12 when the professional team that played there disappeared and the place was shut down. For a long time after, a few other preteens would join me in crawling under the fence and seeing what we could scavenge from inside. I don't recall anything of value like baseballs, gloves, or bats, but mostly junk. Like abandoned tickets that had never gotten sold. We each carried huge heaps of them out of there in the end. Being kids, we had as much fun with it as if it had been "play money", which was yet another form of paper without value.
It occurs to me lately as I toy with Twitter that it's pretty much equivalent in value to me, those abandoned tickets to the baseball games and all these Tweety followers. Maybe I'll feel more self-important when I have 40 or 400 instead of 4, but in the back of my mind I'll know that IT'S ALL WORTH NOTHING. If you just LOVE your Twitter experience, my apologies. And I may come to have a different attitude as time passes. But for now, I have a Bad Attitude.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
I don't remember excitement very much.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I don't think my musical tastes have changed much, though my priorities have. In my heyday I liked all kinds of music, though as I've aged, Rock has taken a little bit more of a back seat. I mostly listen (if at all) to the rock 'n' roll that was popular when I was 15 to 30. Still, Buddy Holly and the Old Rockers are worth listening to still. I liked Progressive Country music when it was hot and I lived in Austin, but I've got less patience with all of these modern "pure country boys", who make me wonder where (other than Hollywood) they could have studied and acquired such backwoods accents. Even so, it's great sometimes to listen to Patsy Cline or Emmylou Harris (or others). I listen to the Pandora online radio where they let you "design" the kind of music you want to hear on that station. I have 14 or more stations, named with such various artists as Bob Dylan, B.B. King, the Beatles, Ellen Foley, Fairport Convention, Frank Zappa, Janis Joplin, Joni Mitchell, Julie London, Miles Davis, Nancy Wilson, Paul Simon, Ray Charles, and Tim Buckley. Remember that each of those names only represents the station and multiple other artists. No opera or classical, though mainly because those choices are not usually offered. Speaking of great music, I recently bought one of those "tin boxes" from Wal-Mart, 3 CD's by Tony Bennett, and I like almost every song on them! I quit listening to Frank Sinatra years ago because his pretense of having a negro hipster persona on-stage or between songs gave me the willies. Period.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
I wish it would quit being appreciably colder at nights than in the day. I don't insist that the season should hurry or slow down, I just wish the temperature range wasn't so jarring to me when the night comes every day as it has been lately. When I was younger, of course, this didn't matter. I doubt that I even used to know when there was a difference. Nowadays, though, if the day has been perfectly pleasant and easy to take, maybe even warm, WHY does the goddamn night temperature have to jar my eyeballs out of my head?!
Monday, April 13, 2009
This is the first of a new category (or Label) for me called Noteworthy Words. It may or may not last very long, though it's seldom been said I was short of words!!!
p.s. There are also evidently some specialized kinds of neoteny (medical, psychological) that I ignored because I don't want my brain to explode, thank you very much!
|Got The Hots For A Curly-haired Girl|
Look, you don't have to do
Friday, April 10, 2009
Wednesday, April 08, 2009
I cannot say that I've never treated other people
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
|It Don't Seem Like Much|
Is twitters anything like having shingles? Or like a neurotic itch, eczema, or allergies in the Spring? Those are all more impressive than Twitter has been so far, but I guess I'll have to wait more patiently.
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Others have loved you, too, of course,