Windows Live Writer Is Just Wrong!

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. And, oh boy, it was FREE! That really helped. What a skunk! What a piece of crap! Nonetheless, after recently having such a negative opinion about Google Chrome, I gueess I just don't like anything new any more. I get tired of figuring out new things. Maybe if it were a nice new car, though, I could figure it out...

No Sign

I don't think there's anybody left whom I can provoke. Maybe that's a good thing, but it doesn't seem good yet. A few new enthusiastic readers would be great, I always think. But no sign of that lately.

Intelligent Post from The Octogenarian

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 much—interesting 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 It was great fun for me! Those of you whose blog reading habits are not set in stone ought to give this guy a glance; he's been places and done things and his memoirs beats the hell out of you and me!

Rabbit Love

It's amusing to think I'm loved or that I love, But that may be all it is. There was more commitment between me And a pet rabbit that I had long ago, And I fooled around while the dog down the block ate the rabbit! In the end I was somewhat ashamed At how glad I felt to be rid of it...

Boredom Boredom

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.

Where'd they all go?!

Erica Jong: "Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn't."

Google Browser

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!

The Devil Is A Dancer

He was slicker than a game-show host, Dressed better than a gangster or a millionaire on a date. When the girls came out at night, He could come up close and masturbate against their skirts And flick his easy-open knife with skill, As casual as if it were a cigarette, And nobody could say anything about it. He was a handsome devil and a dancer singed with fire, A bright glowing danger to the ladies every night And a hazard to himself and the real estate boys as well. Just pray that your child doesn't bring it home one night Like a frog in his pants pocket or some cute drooling dog-- You just know he'll expect you to pet it and to love it.

Overheard in a Crowded Bungalo

Creative

"Masturbation is never the answer," his girlfriend said. "Sure, it is," he told her. "It's just not the LONG-TERM solution." "Well, there is no long-term solution but one," she said smugly, "and that's not it!" "What is, then?" he inquired. "Death," she replied with a smirk. "How can you be certain of that, though? We haven't been dead yet. We haven't even been married yet!" "I'm not certain," she laughed, "I'm just creative!" "I wish you'd come over here and get Creative on this!" he said, glacing down at his crotch. "No doubt you do!" "I'm not creative enough for you?" he sighed. "Not by a long shot!"

Positively Negative About Twitter

Good Riddance!

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?)