Honey, I shrunk the groceries

Has anyone noticed that their groceries are shrinking? And seem to keep on shrinking almost every time you go to the store these days? Well I certainly have. Not that these producers of our daily comestibles and various sundries haven’t pulled this stunt in the past but things appeared to settle out for several years and now, about 2 years ago, these daily groceries type items have been shrinking again with much gusto and vigor. Even Campbell soup cans have shrunk down to nearly the single serving size they offer.

No more will you find a traditional half gallon of ice cream, or 16 oz cans of vegetables, soups, and fruit. Frozen vegetables bags have begun to shrink to where you can only feed two people they’re daily dose of veggies once on a single bag when you used to be able to feed a family of four. Not all frozen vegetables have gone through the incredible shrinking machine yet but they’re well on their way.

At first I thought that this was a clandestine plot to “slim down America” by making their groceries smaller over a period of several years but this phenomenon is obviously not just limited to food items.

Super size paper towel rolls are now the same as the standard size used to be. So much for the term, “super”. Thank heavens that the same thing hasn’t occurred for toilet paper—yet. Cleansing products, soaps, lotions, shampoos and such all seem to be getting new packaging, unusually shaped bottles with new fancy labeling that hopefully keeps the customer from noticing that they’re getting less for their money. Sometimes significantly less.

And are these manufacturers and producers lowering their prices per item accordingly for the new smaller size? Or is that a dumb question? Either way, they are not. Same price and in many cases, higher prices for less than you used to get for your hard earned dollar. The thing that really doesn’t make any sense to me is why be so sneaky about it? Why shrink the packaging and thus offering less of a product for the same price as you paid before? Why waste all that money and man-hours retooling for smaller cans, cardboard packaging, plastic bottles and such when the same packaging could be used and just increase the pricing a bit?

And how are your recipes turning out these days?

Sure, some of you (including myself as well) might feel that the prices are too high already but since you and I have little control over that kind of thing what would you rather have? Smaller packages for the same as you paid before the “incredible shrinkage” or the same size packages for a bit more than you paid before? Me? I’ll take the latter any day as I’m really getting sick and tired of grocery store item manufacturers not being straight up with the customer like they used to be (yes, they used to be more or less—once) and not sneaking around behind our backs like we wouldn’t notice a change like this when it’s rather obvious that we do indeed notice.

Well, at least the shopping cart won’t be quite as heavy when you wheeling it out to your car now will it? You’ll probably have to go more often though. Happy shopping all.

A Khristmas Kindle with a Kustom Kindle Kase

I’m an avid reader in case you didn’t know. I’m also a rather fast reader so I go through novels like most people go through tea bags and coffee filters. Unfortunately, I don’t get rid of any of my the novels I’ve already read as I often like to read them again a few months down the road since a good yarn is worth reading more than once. So, for the sake of the sagging floors in our house due to all the bookcases loaded with previously read novels and such (she has just about every book she collected during her lifetime as well), my lady bought me a Kindle 3 for Christmas.

The Christmas Kindle

I’m in literary heaven. Of course being the old geek that I am the first thing I did, after reading through the entire manual that is, was to upgrade the software (from version 3.0.2 to 3.0.3 “preview”). No problems ensued and the “experimental” browser the Kindle comes with doesn’t freeze the thing up any longer. A very well made, well thought out machine this Kindle is. I’m rather impressed.

To top it all off she also made me a custom, one of a kind Kindle case using various pieces parts from her quilt shop and along with two slabs of cardboard cut out of my old corn flakes cereal box, for protection of all the buttons the Kindle comes with, and sewed the cardboard into the case. Works for me.

A custom Kindle case

Now if I could just keep the cats from hogging it all the time everything would be cool. I never knew cats could read.

Merry Christmas all and Happy Holidays to the rest.

I can’t help it. I may not subscribe to any one religion and I know that December 25th is not actually Jesus’ birthday but I’m a traditionalist so I’m wishing everyone a very Merry Christmas. And for those who may be sensitive about such things I recommend reading this holiday greeting from a very good friend of mine.

Hope you all have a fine day.

Rotten Computers!

It never ceases to amaze how often Windows will go south for absolutely no reason at all. You boot up Windows in the morning and everything works fine just like it has for months. Come back after work and Windows is hosed–badly. This is exactly what happened to my wife and her new (3 month old) PC. The Windows partition sh** the bed within an 8 hour period. Windows would run at first but it absolutely crawled as if it had been installed on an old 486 and any 3rd party programs would take up to a half hour to launch. Finally it wouldn’t boot at all.

Of course, I’m giving all those anti-Windows pundits all sorts of reasons here to blast the OS that my wife prefers to use but one must understand that the OS in question is Windows 7 64 bit run on a Intel Core2 quad core with 8 GB DDR2 and a dedicated Nvidia GT 220 w/ 1 GB DDR2. Not exactly an under powered machine. Another thing to keep in  mind is that she has a degree in computer systems management and my career was in computers so we know how to take care of a Windows OS, how to keep it clean, protected and trouble free.

I also have the same exact PC (we bought 2 of them) and I haven’t had a problem. Of course I dual boot between Windows 7 and Linux Mint 10, Mint being my primary OS, so my Windows rarely gets used. Still, Windows 7 is a decent OS and it should not be acting this way.

This time however, we were completely baffled. The hard drive was fine. Hell, all the PC hardware was fine for that matter. So was the OS, that morning that is. And her computer was shut down between times. So I tried an old trick and booted the computer up on a LiveCD (DVD actually) of Linux Mint 10 and even Linux couldn’t see the NTFS partition and that’s saying something. It did tell me that the NTFS file system had mangled itself for some reason. This meant that all her current data was lost as the last backup was a month old.

Oh yeah, did I mention that our backup drive decided to quit the very same day? It’s Skynet I tell ya’.

So I finally took out the generic Windows 7 Repair disk that I had previously burned when I first setup Windows 7 (not factory recovery disks–different animal) that has tools to repair a Windows partition and let it have at the machine. The first thing it did was tell me it couldn’t find an intact Windows OS but it had found something vaguely resembling Windows and it would attempt to repair it. Since I had done all the “chkdsk /f” kind of stuff while the OS was still gasping along and that it had indeed showed and attempted to fix several errors (to no avail) I figured there was nothing left to lose so why not?

So I punched the “Check and Repair” button on the somewhat primitive dialog box that Windows 7 Repair threw up in my face and went down to dinner. When I got back an hour later the “Repair” procedure had just shifted to “chdsk /f” except instead of speeding along it was taking it’s own sweet time about things. To get right to the end of the story here this Windows 7 Repair disk did the job and 99% of Windows 7 was restored. The only thing I found missing so far was the 7 or so separate profiles I made for the Thunderbird email client. The profile folders were still there but the profile list in Thunderbird’s Profile Manager were missing. Simple enough to restore if not a bit tedious in practice.

So everything is back to normal or at least it seems to be with one single exception. Linux Mint is now installed permanently on her machine in a separate partition and all her data is backed up into it. She didn’t even argue the point. Since that fateful day of Windows death and subsequent resurrection, I’ve been transferring all her data over to the Linux partition so if this ever happens again she’ll still be able to boot into Linux Mint and pick up where she left off.

Update: Her Computer went gonzo again this morning including the Linux partition but this time it looks like it may well be two different things. The first is a PCIe video card with an iffy edge connector and the 2nd is a questionable USB to PS2 adapter for her mouse. I swapped video cards with my rig (identical computers are sooo handy) and removed the mouse adapter and plugged it into a USB slot.

The video card from her machine had to be reseated twice in my machine before the thing would boot up at all but I threatened to stick it in the microwave on high if it didn’t cooperate and now we’re running along happily. Her computer is running along fine as well and, with any luck at all (I hope), it will stay that way although I should probably order a replacement video card as the card from her machine is definitely iffy.

Oh, and by the way, the problem with the backup drive was the USB cable. Bought a new one from one of our local computer shops–problem solved.

And to think I used to do this kind of thing for a living.

I’m writing already!

Just a quick post to say that I am writing a regular post. Ill health and a broken Windows partition (on my honey’s computer) has kept me rather preoccupied of late. So has the weather to a point so I’ve only been able to write bits here and there.

The whole thing should be finished by tonight and published (I hope). I have a trip to the VA tomorrow so it may actually be tomorrow night before it’s published but I’m working on it–really I am.

Thanks for your patience.

A longing for sense of normalcy | Just thinkin’ out loud

These are quite the days aren’t they? Tucked away in my safe(?) little world of disablement in this wee corner of the Northeast Kingdom which seems separated from the rest of the world’s turmoil by an almost independent plane of existence, I sit and ponder and perhaps long for the days when things were more normal.

Ah, but that’s a fallacy on my part now isn’t it? My life has never been what you might call “normal”. Then again, what is considered normal by any individual has to be unique as the individual themselves now doesn’t it? Is that why so many folks of various older ages tend to end up “set in their ways” as an attempt to keep a sense of normalcy in their lives when the world around them is in a constant state of change? Change that they can no longer keep up with?

But I always ran with the flow, changed with the changing so to speak while always steadfastly remaining myself. My little island of rock in an ever changing world but never “set in my ways”. My sister always told me she admired that ability. That no matter how chaotic the things became around me, there I was just being—me. I don’t know if that’s a good thing or not but it seems to be.

However, sitting here in front of my window to the world I used to live in, that thing we call the Internet, I see the type of chaos that’s seems to be more chaotic than what I used to live in—when I lived in it that is. Is anyone really in charge? Are there such things as secrets anymore? Where did the confidence in confidential go? Does anyone actually have anything about themselves that they don’t want the whole world to know? Does anyone actually wait for something instead of wanting it now?  I think it was a much better time when people kept some of their secrets to themselves. When people had patience and anticipated the coming of something good, exciting.

And some things don’t need to be quite so transparent. The world can’t handle the truth all the time.

And maybe I just don’t like it so much that I’m sitting here not being a part of it—or maybe not. Probably not as I’m sure I couldn’t keep up.

Downstairs, the fire in the woodstove is burning merrily away, the cats are asleep on various pieces of soft furniture nearby and dreaming of whatever cats dream of (cats know things you know), there’s snow on the ground outside and the river that runs through our little valley flows north and that’s unique unto itself. Christmas is coming, our first in our new home, one we actually own and that’s a miracle in itself.

And the world and it’s people keep changing and people keep not keeping their secrets and I wonder if it’s too soon to be this truthful. I wonder if we can handle it, if the world can handle it. And maybe I’m just longing for a sense normalcy?

And I have to wonder…

Do people still watch A Charlie Brown Christmas?

Post not my aching blog

I’ve been trying to write something substantial for the last week or so. I’ve started draft after draft and trashed each one before I start the second paragraph. I simply get any steam up, all ambition evaporates sometimes before I even start.

This is not good.

Perhaps I need a change in my medication. Like flushing everything down the commode and starting fresh. That probably won’t work though since I don’t take any mind/mood altering drugs anyway, just the usual blasé types that only have terribly dangerous side effects–like when  you attempt to go cold turkey.

Perhaps it’s that seasonal disorder thing. Is that even a real disorder? Now that I think about it, it’s probably not a valid excuse either considering that I’ve felt this way pretty much the whole year long.

Ah, I got! It’s plain old burn out. I’ve been doing this for 5 years now counting the first iteration of this blog that began it’s life on the old “Blogger” platform. Yes, that’s right…I said the old Blogger. Horrible thing it was too. Back then the blog was called Conversation Lost but that name went to domain name heaven when I took it to WordPress.com and then to a DYI WordPress setup.

But I digress. I’m also getting a bit nostalgic. This is not good either.

It could also be this rotten, half-assed, half-baked flu thing I’ve had for the past 2 weeks that refuses to take hold and get it over with or just plain go away. If I could shoot it without killing myself in the process I would have been quit of it the day it showed up.

Or E: All of the above?

How am I supposed to keep any of my TLA advertisers if I keep drawing a blank when I sit down to the keyboard I ask you?. It’s not fair I tell ya’ when your own wee brain betrays you when you need to post the most. How am I suppose to keep my readers? Okay, so I don’t have that many in the first place but I’d like to keep the few that I have.

I obviously need help.

I need a psyblogatrist.

How much wood could a woodchuck stack?

First, I want to state, with no mistake, (in fear of my life) that I am not calling my wife a woodchuck. She has already made it very clear that if I ever did that I would die a very painful death.

That being duly said, our first 2 cords of green firewood (out of an order for 6 cords) arrived a couple days of days ago…at night…in the pouring rain. And, after the load was dumped by our little wood yard, we stood in the pouring rain while our wood guy, a real “old timer”, reeled off a couple of old but grand jokes that had us laughing heartily despite the fact we were slowly drowning. But since we were in raincoats and he was not yet was obviously thoroughly enjoying himself with our company despite the downpour, we decided to stick it out lest he think of us as wimps. Besides, it’s not often you find good, old fashioned “old timer” types around these parts anymore.

Now I’m under yet another pending death sentence here that involves our firewood in that I’m under strict orders not to touch any of the green firewood in any way, shape or form on pain of death! (again). This order comes straight from my lovely lady who, despite the fact that she does indeed love me, swears she will kill me, bring me back to life then kill me again if I attempt to stack any of that firewood. I would surely put my back out and strain my re-plumbed abdomen if I tried and what use would I be to her if that happened? Who’s going to split the dry wood, huh? Who’s going to run the snow blower?

No, stacking next year’s wood is her job so hands off!

Being the practical lady she is, she planned to pace herself and do an hour of stacking in the morning before she headed off for her quilt shop. Have it done in 3 or 4 days, no sweat she said (well, maybe a bit of sweat). Unfortunately the weather didn’t cooperate at all. She had a row and a bit more stacked when the radio announced that we were in for 2 continuous weeks worth of snow flurries, showers and squalls. The type of weather that can leave 4 to 8 inches within a matter of a day or so depending on how motivated it is. So there was obviously no choice in the matter.

It all had to be stacked and stacked right now, so the situation went from this:

before stacking

To this:

after stacking

And all in an afternoon. Proper end stacks and all. What a gal!

I did go out and split more wood for the wood stove the next day and I, at risk to my life for violating the “don’t touch my green wood!” directive, raked back the pile of left over wood shards and chunks so the next row of pallets could be laid down. I mean, I just had to participate in this process somehow.

Just so you know though, my side of the deal is that I move all 6 cords of seasoned firewood into the woodshed next Fall. I also mow the lawn, split the wood and run the snow blower like I said so I guess it’s a fair trade off.

And since the first 2 cords are all nicely stacked, I have called our wood guy to let him know that it’s safe to deliver the next load. I’m sure my wonderful girl will recover enough by the time he makes the delivery to stack the next 2 cords. Open-mouthed smile