Another Old Poem

Young poets, Beware of ending up An old man who snarls, "I've got poems older than you!"

I HATE IGOOGLE!

Everybody Wants to be Your Everything

I was using the Google search page for my home page, but suddenly all those distant rumors of "igoogle" I'd been hearing came home to roost. I hadn't known what people were babbling about, but since I didn't seem to need to know, I just didn't think about it. Suddenly my home page was "igoogle" with it's passel of add-ons and add-ins and it's "fill up the page" peeks into the goddamn fucking Universe that I didn't ask for! I know what it is. It's the goddamn CNN school of HOW MUCH CAN I FUCK WITH YOU? where they pile on more and more explanatory text until you can't even see what is transpiring on the fucking TV screen! CNN never made any sense to me with their goddamn Font Machine and I'd like to burn them at the stake. Now I'd like to use all versions of igoogle as the firewood! I did finally figure out how to push my Home page back to the Google search page ONLY, but I'm not sure how long that'll last. It may be an uphill struggle to keep it like that if igoogle thinks so much of itself. I may keep using it for some time to come, but if I find anything I only like AS WELL, I'll leave them--though I can only pray or dream that it would ever harm them. I guess that Google has become what Microsoft has long been--which is to say, so goddamn Huge that they are Hugely egotistical and equally detestable. Guess I better start looking around for another Home.

Beautiful Diana

Here's a poem that means a lot to me, so that makes it "good". Yet it's also bad. I can't explain. Click Beautiful Diana for a fairly long but conversational sort of read. I reread it a little while ago and once again realize how much I like it.

After The Viruses

An Update

Since I let the computer system do a "PC Recovery" the other day, I have spent endless days setting things back to rights. I haven't had time to see if ALL the folders and files are all right, although they do all seem to still be present. System files and all the "shortcuts" were replaced, by something in the first case and by Nothing in the second case. I guess everything was set back to the default and I'd forgotten entirely that some of these damn settings even existed! The computer went from Dead to Alive, so I guess I won't complain too much just yet about how far from normal it is. There's a growing list of things in the back of my mind that I'm wondering "Does That still work and does This still work? And so on. I'm not very fast. I guess it's like when you move from one house to another. Even when you know everything SHOULD be there somewhere in all those boxes you packed, you don't believe it until you see it. Shitfire! p.s. After the computer's return to life, AVG and Trend Micro both at first found more viruses, Trojans, etc., but two days after the Horrible Event, the only further things found have been "tracking cookies", which is at least a lower level of panic than 40 listings of "Infection"!

But Do I Care?

Try Me!
Young poets, beware Of ending up A snarky old man who sez, "You twit— I've got poems older than you!"

Late Night

Am I the only one up late tonight? It seems that way.

Cruel Blogger

[She Said]

Some say the moon is a harsh mistress, But she's just science fiction to me. My Internet Blogger is some deep sea instead That's dark and dry and harsher still— She said she makes the moon look like a pansy Floating by lightly on carefully lifted toes While you entangle your sodden brain and soul In sailor's knots and seaweeds grown in toxic soil. We're poisoned now, and long have been, That such short shrift as ours now seem long, Too long, compared to such mileau as Twitter and Jitter. Will we go to prison for long-windedness? Though your blog was so easy at first, the hard parts increased Along with your ambition and ammunition, And she eviscerates you with ripping tentacles While you shoot too slow. It's miles to go as she chokes you with suction cups, Drowning you in languid dreams of language code, Hanging you up so high and unconcealed— Making you feel forlorn and scorned or, As the Beatles once sang, like you've never been born!

Abandonment

Gotta Go!

I am so weary. Time goes by and I can't stick to anything and nothing sticks to me. The Internet started as somewhere I could make friends with people I've never met. Now, of course, I've had the time to realize that it works as well to make enemies there. Not to mention the majority item, just growing indifferent there! In the physical world, all things continue to seem like Heavy Lifting. Earlier today, I was going to trim some branches that overhang a new bird feeder I bought, but I could not stand straight and look upward long enough to do the job. I managed one cut, in too low a location, and was in constant danger of losing my grip on the heavy loppers and letting them fall straight down on my face. I was in such a rush to put them down, I think I even forgot to pick up that one branch that I'd cut I have determined that I will abandon the Blogger Help Group that I've spent so much time on the past few years. They decided to relocate the forum and to change it in too many ways to suit me. They may have made it better, but I'm too out of sorts for the changes. They also succeeded in jarring me into a full recognition that I haven't given a damn about it in quite a while. One might say it became the biggest part of my identity at one time since I spent so much time on it, but it's not a place where respect or honor accrues. Most of the users are just passing through, so one is dealing with a new and clueless audience every 5 or 10 minutes. The probability is growing that I'll also retire from any further updates or new posts on "Most Frequent Blogger Questions". As is usual for me, I learned a lot about something esoteric and relatively useless--something that most people don't even know exists. But I am just physically tired and may as well quit just in case some day I need the time and energy to do something else. I used to say, especially when I worked for a living, that I had a "five year attention span"--I'd always change jobs or shift position within a job as if on a schedule. Maybe this is just the latest span reaching it's end. But what if it's the end of The End? I have no other interests at present. I don't even want to buy anything. I've decided that I could afford to splurge on something just now, yet nothing is attractive enough. Whatever it is that I want, I don't want it very much.

Bugs Up My Ass, Etc.

Damn Viruses

Rapacious and insidious viruses have been gnawing out the entrails of my computer for a few days. I performed a "PC Recovery", and it at least brought the computer back to life, but there are still some problems that I can't (or haven't) assessed. The relatively new mouse works, but some parts of it don't work right, even though I've installed it's software 3 times. Shit, I hate it when things are complicated. I'm not sure all those viruses are gone, though there's no evidence of their continuing presence--I just don't feel very "trusting" about it all!

I'm A Normal Guy Sometimes

Believe It Or Die!
I ain't got no rabbit habit! None of that!