Big White One, Little White One and Poop

No, it’s not what you probably thought it was although I’d be interested in what ran through your mind when you first read the title. In the risk of disappointing anyone as to the actual subject of this post, it has to do with medications actually and the one’s I have to take everyday to keep me from falling over on a rather permanent basis.

I have a rather large 7 day pill box you see (keeps me from losing the thing) that we have to refill every Sunday evening after dinner. Over the past few years I’ve had to go from just filling the morning and evening compartments of each day to filling every damn one of the things, 4 compartments per day which can become very trying at times–I hate taking pills let alone trying to remember which one goes where.

Pill box

So knowing myself the way I do plus the fact that Laurie seems to want to keep me around a bit longer, for what reason I couldn’t possibly fathom (she’ll beat me profusely for saying that by the way), she sits by my side and double checks to make sure that I get all the correct pills in the correct compartments. She does this in fear that I might mix them up if doing it myself and end up turning into a small purple marmoset or perhaps something even worse. And over the course of time she has developed nicknames for each of one of these little darlings based either on the shape, size or sometimes both. It helps her keep proper track of things you know.

Now I’m actually starting to refer to each of these little wonders of mine by the same nicknames which provides me with no end of embarrassment when renewal time comes around for any one of the little buggers and I accidentally use the nicknames without thinking. Once you see the list of these nicknames you’ll understand why…

  • Big white one
  • Little white one
  • Cat’s eyes
  • The Geritol (no, it’s not actually)
  • Flippers
  • Big red one
  • Flying saucer squash
  • Poop
  • The pregnancy vitamin (we’re not going to go there)

There’s a couple-three more in the lot that haven’t yet earned a nickname but don’t worry—it’s just a matter of time.

So, as I’m sure you can see, it can become quite an interesting conversation if I slip up and not use the proper name but the nickname instead. Good thing they know me down there.

To wit:

“VA, Telephone Advice, this is Anne, may I help you?”

“Yeah, this is [insert: name and Soc Sec number here] and I need a refill on cat’s eyes.”

Excuse me, sir?”

“And the flippers, I need more flippers.”

“Uh-huh, flippers and cat’s eyes…anything else?”

“How about a poop then? One of the big ones, not those two little things you keep sending me. I can’t get my fingers into ‘em.”

“Do you need some bat entrails while you’re at it, sir?”

“Oh come on now, let’s not get funny about this, I’m running low on this stuff and I’ve no refills left.”

“Sorry, so who’s your Primary Care Physician, sir? Have you perhaps seen her lately?”

“I see her Tuesday, why?”

“I think you better ask her about this, I’m not sure if we’ll have any poop in the facility until Monday afternoon.”

“Fresh out of poop, huh?”

“I’m afraid so, sir.”

“Good idea, then I could just pick all of ‘em up there instead of waiting on the mail and say, that reminds me. It’s almost time to renew the flying saucer squash too. Thanks, Anne.”

“No problem, that’s what I’m here for. And don’t forget to take your pregnancy vitamin before bed now.”

“I won’t, take it easy.”

“You too.”

*click*

Laptop at the Quilt Shop.

Yesterday was my day to watch the quilt shop and I had this great idea of bringing Laurie’s faithful old laptop with me along with my thumb drive in hopes that I could use the time normal spent reading and dealing with customers, writing and dealing with customers instead.

So, with (armor clad) laptop case in hand and thumb drive around neck, off I went with my head whirling with ideas of bloggish type literary wonders that I would write while whiling away the time between customers. At least that was the grand plan anyway.

It was mid-afternoon before I actually found the time to bring out the laptop, connect it to the power supply and set the whole thing on my lap. This isn’t quite as simple as you might think. The laptop in question was manufactured around 2003, one of those HP/Compaq affairs that weighed in around eight pounds or so, had a 15″ wide screen display and every possible connector, slot, media reader, optical drive, input and output you could possibly hope for adorning all 3 out of four sides not to mention the various buttons thrown in for good measure. In short, the laptop was a real monster. Once I got myself, the laptop and the armor plated biasfree that the laptop had to sit upon all situated in one of the 3 hammock chairs she sells at the shop, it was time to begin.

And my legs immediately went to sleep. I said the thing was heavy.

So up comes the briefcase on which the laptop was sitting*, set the whole assembly on floor (my back starts cursing at me), dance the tingling away, sit back down, pick up the whole affair from the floor and lift once more into my lap (screams, more cursing from the nether regions) and make sure bulk of weight is away from any major arteries and so…

*There is an inherent design flaw in the laptop that effectively removes any possibility of actually using one’s lap to put said laptop upon and that’s the position of the cooling fans and the intake vents thereof. This placement, being on the bottom right side of the machine, effectively blocks off any possible airflow into the machine once it is actually placed on one’s lap. Suffice it to say that if I don’t use the (armor clad) briefcase (about 3 lbs added weight) to set the laptop upon it doesn’t take long before the internal workings begin making small screeching sounds and smoke starts curling up from the exhaust vent located on the side. But I digress…

…now we’re ready to go.

So there sits the login in screen with two accounts present–Laurie’s and mine. At this point it occurs to me that I haven’t logged into my user account since the summer of 2005 so I wasn’t too sure what might greet me once I logged in but gathering my courage about me, log in I did.

First, the “Security Center” threw a red alert in my face stating my antivirus database was out of date, that my firewall was late in arriving and why the hell am I not doing something abut this? Since there’s no internet connection available at the quilt shop the ultimate answer to this was, for all purposes, not much. So I told the thing to stop worrying and shut up.

Next it was the “Unused Icon Wizard” popping up on the scene wanting to remove all my little icons from my desktop which I promptly told to go join his buddy the “Security Center”, have a couple beers and to stop bothering me, there was writing to do.

It was at this point I realized that my legs had ceased, once again, to exist. Repeated above routine except this time I had to beg my back’s forgiveness and then walk around the building twice before my legs finally rejoined my body.

Back at the laptop I soon discovered that either my eyesight had deteriorated far beyond any ability to clearly make out the text on the screen or that the fonts were actually too small. It turned out to be a combination of both.

Once in awhile in the course of using your computer, either at home or at work, you will run across some simple OS function you need to perform, the last performance being a year or two ago, that you simply can’t remember how it’s done. When’s the last time you actually changed you display properties? No, not the Desktop wallpaper or the screen saver, I mean things like the font size and not only the size but where various text might reside in and about your OS? That plus the title bar size, message text size, windows text size and…well, you get the point. Twenty minutes and two themes later I finally had things where I could actually read them and the title bars of a sufficient size where you could hit the “Close”, “Restore” and “Minimize” buttons on the first try.

Now it was around 4:00 PM (I began this grand adventure nearly 2 hours before) and much to my dismay I discovered yet another obstacle in my path to yet more blogging greatness…

…I had completely forgotten what I had wanted to write in the first place.

So in order to keep the entire project from becoming an complete and utter failure, I wrote this instead. And I had to move the draft from the laptop to my trusty old PC at home before I could finish it. In essence, what was supposed to be a churning out of at least 3 fine pieces of writing in a single afternoon turned out to be a single piece of literary dribble hacked out in two days time.

Best laid plans of mice and bloggers and all that.

What Was the Point, Russia?

To the ones who give the orders,

fear I read today that Russia is beginning it’s withdrawal from Georgia after beating a violent path to the city of Gori. But what destruction came at the hands of the Russians was nothing compared to the destruction caused by the Ossetia, Russia, and, in one case, Chechnya looters (according to various victims) that came after the Russian army had passed. These less than worthless wastes of life looted, burned and maimed their cowardly way well behind the Russians as they made their way south. So what was your point Russia?

Did you think you were actually going to be able to invade and finally retake a rebellious country back into the fold by force? And tell me you didn’t know that hordes of these miserable creatures would be no more than a few miles behind you wherever you went. Are you blind enough to believe that you can get away with what you got away with 30 and 40 years ago or was this another childish remonstration that basically amounted to a punishment for breaking away in the first place akin to a schoolyard bully thrashing a smaller boy simply because he told him no? A deterrent to other Russian provinces that you fear might also break away and declare their own independence?

The whole world’s watching you Russia, every move you make is almost immediately broadcast globally through every possible medium available thanks to the Internet and the WWW and there aren’t many out there cheering you on, especially those who “fought” in the Cold War because there won’t be another Cold War. The next one will get very hot indeed, it couldn’t be otherwise; the environment that created the first one doesn’t exist any longer and the whole world will suffer for it and that is not acceptable. Understanding that the old USA has it’s own lessons to learn in the same respect, we’re still several strides ahead of you so to the ones who give the orders to those armies of yours, it’s past time you smartened up.

Not that my expression of disdain here actually means anything, not that it’s going to make a whit of difference one way or another, it’s just probably a damn good thing I’m not in a position where I could make a difference since it definitely wouldn’t be pretty. I guess that makes me no better than you, does it?

Google’s AdSense for Feeds-Not!

I saw a headline on the news about Google’s new AdSense for Feeds service finally being made available to the general public, something which I’ve been waiting on for some time now. So I read up on this new offering on Google’s AdSense blog and then headed into my long standing AdSense account figuring this should be easy enough to do since my feeds are already “burned” for both sites, Google now owns FeedBurner and everything should be right there to set up.

I guess not…

Okay, the “AdSense for Feeds" was listed under the AdSense Setup tab alright and the procedure was simple enough just as they said it would be but when I got down to the list of existing feeds, nothing was there. Wait now…there’s a link below where my existing feeds should have been that leads to a help page that tells me how to migrate my existing (“burned”) feeds from FeedBurner to my AdSense account. Okay, that makes sense, Google can’t do everything you know. But what do I find on that less than helpful help page?

Google will soon provide a self-service process to migrate from an account on the original FeedBurner website to a Google Account. We have temporarily paused processing of new manual migration requests; we are working doggedly through the initial queue of requests and will re-open account migration services as soon as the first batch is completed.

Wonderful! They announced that a new service was ready to go and it’s not. Now ask me if I’m sick and tired of seeing this kind of thing. Go ahead…ask me.

Seems they’re still working on all those requests from the old “FeedBurner Ad Network” (FAN)?!?? You’ve got to be kidding me! I applied for that over a year ago and completely forgot about it when nothing ever happened, not even an email telling me my site didn’t cut the mustard. I even reapplied last May when FeedBurner announced that AdSense ads were now available for your "burned" feed through FAN and still nothing ever came of it and now this. Talk about a complete FUBAR of an operation. So I bang into my old FeedBurner account for my original site and sure enough, I’m still marked as a member of FAN for that particular feed. Still no ads though amazingly enough.

Absolutely poor management on Google’s part and no excuse for it–none whatsoever. Tell the whole world about this new service by plastering it all over the news, write up a “Here Ya’ Go!” type AdSense blog post and when site owners head to their existing AdSense account–it’s not ready. Who did they think were going to be the first to pounce on this new service but site owners who had already had “burned” feeds and AdSense accounts? Not exactly what you might call an minority group of players here. But wait, there’s also a major problem for those who don’t pay attention to the last line on the AdSense for Feeds page:

You can also (link)burn a new feed (link) right now to display this ad unit.

You do this and according to the comments I’ve read, apparently the new “burned” feed replaces your current one hence losing some or all of their subscribers in the process. Now there’s a kick in the face for you.

The good news to all this is that site owners who haven’t “burned” their feeds yet through FeedBurner can do so using the AdSense for Feeds "link" I referred to in the quote above without fear of losing subscribers, via your AdSense account. The reason for this is if I already have an existing “burned” feed that readers have subscribed to using that “burned” URL then I would lose those subscribers when the “burned” URL was replaced with the new one. However, I would keep the ones that originally subscribed to my raw feed from my site (the “unburned” one).

For those whose feeds are not yet “burned” and decide to do so via “AdSense for Feeds”, your current subscribers will automatically be redirected to your new “burned” feed so no loss is experienced which is the way FeedBurner has always worked. Of course this doesn’t mean you’ll see any ads right away if you do this, I figure you won’t see any until they get through that batch of FAN requests which have been piling up over the last several months but that’s just a guess on my part.

To just set the record straight, I’ve always liked Google and their offerings both online and offline. There’s always a decent amount of quality in both function and form in the majority of services Google provides so this debacle (IMO) of the new “AdSense for Feeds” service stands out like a thousand sore thumbs. The bottom line here is that Google announced the launch of a new service that was only half ready and compounded the error by not pointing out that site owners who already had "burned" feeds but had not previously applied for the FeedBurner Ad Network could not yet make use of the new service and that makes for a whole lot of users left out in the cold who’ve waited for this particular AdSense service to finally arrive.

Bad form all around if you ask me.

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Dear Julia, We Never Knew

Julia with mallet There’s not much that happens these days that actually makes me waggle my hairy eyebrows but yesterday’s news about Julia Child made me not only waggle them, I actually read two full articles and today, the just released in the Office of Strategic Services (OSS) during WWII; the forerunner of the CIA.

And it seems she not only cooked up great dishes on her long running cooking show but she also cooked up shark repellent during her time in the OSS. Glad she never got the two mixed up:

Julia then worked with the OSS Emergency Sea Rescue Equipment Section, where she helped develop shark repellent. The repellent was a critical tool during WWII, and was coated on explosives that were targeting German U-boats. Before the introduction of the shark repellent, curious sharks would sometimes set off the explosives when they bumped into them.

Seems she was hoping she actually might become a spy but that never came about. Perhaps that she was 6’2” tall had something to do with it. Still, being Chief of the OSS Registry with the weight of top security clearances riding upon her shoulders is nothing to smirk at.

From 1944-1945, Julia was sent overseas and worked in Ceylon, present day Sri Lanka, and Kunming, China. During these last two years in the OSS, Julia served as Chief of the OSS Registry. Julia — having top security clearances — knew every incoming and outgoing message that passed throughout her office, as her Registry was serving all the intelligence branches. During her time in Ceylon, Julia handled highly classified papers that dealt with the invasion of the Malay Peninsula. Julia was fascinated with the work, even when there were moments of danger.

I always knew from my time in the US Submarine Force during the Cold War that my country was damn good at keeping it’s war related/military secrets to themselves but I never new they were that good. It seems that she was a lot more than a decent, funny, and rather unique chef on television that appeared to occasionally put a bit more wine into herself than she did into her cooking. But then again…looks can be deceiving can’t they?

Bless ya’ Julia, we never knew.

40 Days and 40 Nights

When is it going to stop raining? The summer had a fine start up until July rolled in and it’s been raining ever since. The way things have been going weather wise over the last 40 days or so I’m just hoping I’ll get one final chance to mow the lawn before the snow flies. And we’re not just talking about sprinkles here, we’re talking about absolute tropical downpours. Since when did Vermont have a monsoon season anyway, isn’t mud season is bad enough?

So for all those folks that might have been thinking of visiting Vermont sometime in the near future, I have some rather bad news for you…

It’s not there any longer.

Too much rain

I’m posting this from a rowboat by the way.

Got an umbrella to keep the laptop dry.

Yeah…it’s still raining.