Does anything ever go as planned–ever? No, they don’t, which is why I’ve spent the majority of my adult life not making any plans at all. At least not past the point of, ‘I’m going to go shopping tomorrow because I’m on my last cracker and the cheese is gone’, type of thing. Any more effort applied to “firming up” up of said plans (like actually planning a schedule of events for the day) is a complete waste of time.
There’s a number of things that have to be done before the summer is out. There’s 165 feet of hedge to finish trimming, a few cords of firewood to move into the woodshed yet, the ever present mowing, and writing something on this blog that I, in my infinite lack of wisdom, decided to revive from hibernation recently. Okay, no problem.
First, I woke up one morning about a week ago sick as a dog and it wasn’t some 24 hour thing either. More of a week long thing you might say of which I’m still recovering from. I hate long-in tooth diseases don’t you?
Second? Well, it has something to do with a “neighbor-turned-rabid” that has been giving my wife and I no end of trouble for the past year or so. And I really can’t say any more about the situation since it isn’t resolved–yet. Suffice it to say that being sick and dealing with the damn situation hasn’t left me in the best of moods and, as much I would like to, I can’t be bashing this neighbor here on the blog for all the public to see. Something to do with slander or is it libel? I forget.
Third. Well it seems I’ve forgotten what the third thing was but I’m sure it was time consuming and really annoying as well.
So everything I planned to do have been pushed back a week or so and that too is annoying me. What I really don’t understand is why a man like myself, who was fortunate enough early on to understand that making anything but the the loosest of plans was absolutely futile, becomes so annoyed when the plans he didn’t actually make don’t happen.
I think I’ll have to make a plan to learn how not to get so annoyed when my plans fall through. The plans I don’t make that is.
Why is “online” not a word? This is something I’ve been pondering for quite awhile now ever since every spell checker incorporated in every applicable program and browser has been telling me that “online” is not actually a word for many years now. I’ve also ignored this for many years now.
It seems to me that I’ve been “online” ever since something called the “Internet” first came into being. And later the term became even more widely known with the advent of the World Wide Web so it appears I’ve been “online” or, to be more spell-checking accurate, I’ve not been “online” since the 90’s
So this morning, despite the fact I was feeling rather horrible and minus my second cup of coffee, I decided to look into this and appears now that I’ve actually been “on line” or “on-line” all these years even though every single person I know, either personally or “online” (Ha!), spells it the way I do. Perhaps it’s time to add this poor neglected term to a dictionary somewhere?
Now you might think that this is a rather frivolous or downright silly subject to be writing about and I probably wouldn’t blame you however, as I said, I’m feeling rather horrible and I haven’t had my second cup of coffee yet. Also, it’s my old blog and I’ll write whatever I want? Well, something like that anyway.
So happy day everyone and remember…
…you’re not really online.
Yup, it’s 2016 and there’s just so much to
complain talk about that I had to drag this old blog of mine out of hibernation. I couldn’t help it–it’s truly become the land of confusion around here and it just bears whining writing about it. Aside from that I pretty much promised a good friend and fellow blogger that I’d start writing again and I couldn’t very well disappoint him now could I?
Now, before I begin (again) on this newest chapter in my blogging life I would like to direct everyone’s attention to the topmost entry in my sidebar. Please read it since it’s important that those who visit here and actually reads something that they understand my situation. I put that up when I took a break from writing and you can bet it still applies so please don’t expect a post a day since I doubt I could keep that up.
Everybody done reading that little blurb? Good. That’s taken care of.
So what confuses this 57 year old disabled vet these days? Here’s a very few that irk me to no end:
- Global warming (and those who deny it)
- The return of the Flat Earthers (really?)
- Any device that begins with the word “smart”.
- Texting (’nuff said for now)
- Clinton and Trump (and those who would actually vote for either one of them).
- Transgender bathrooms
- Much much more
Did I list “people” twice? Yes I did because when it comes right down to it it’s people who confuse me the most. My whole impromptu list boils down to people, our society, how we act these days and what we’ve become or, more to the point, what we’ve appeared to devolve into. And this comes from someone who actually likes people and always practices the seemingly lost art of common courtesy and gives anyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove they don’t deserve it.
And those who prove they don’t used to be few and far between and now? It’s more than obvious they seem to be on the rise. Doesn’t anyone think before they speak anymore? Seems not.
So, out comes the virtual pen once again. I figure this old blog has been around for the last 10+ years and I keep it well maintained despite the lack of posts so why not use it? Blogging may be not the forefront of online social activity any longer but there’s still a few of us around. Probably more than a few.
On the road again…
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I was banging around the Google News today as I usually do every day and what to my wondering eyes does appear in the Google News “Science” section? This does:
Howler Monkeys With Loud Manly Calls Are Not As Well Endowed, Study Finds
Yes indeed ladies and gentlemen, apparently it finally proves once and for all what’s been said about loud, large aggressive male types for decades. The article even included a video but I really didn’t dare watch it. And this particular article was not only ranked important enough, by some sort of Google News server farm algorithm, to grace the “Science” news section but it also had top billing as well.
Basically it boils down to this–the louder the howl, the smaller the balls. Yup, that’s what this recent study proved. No more, no less. Perhaps that’s why they howl so loud?
This brings to mind a couple questions:
Why, exactly, have a team of researchers been studying howler monkey balls in the first place and…
…why is this important?
It probably has something to do with evolution, procreation and loud guys with really huge vehicles–who knows? Even more to the point, who cares? We’ve have more important things to deal with don’t we? Like Facebook and Twitter and Pinterest (oh my) and when does the latest iPhone come out?
Alright, alright, it probably is important. Or at least important enough to study in order to contribute to the continuing quest of understanding our own species and all that but for myself? I could have done quite well without the knowledge.
Anyway, back to finish out the “Science” section for the day and perhaps I’ll find some other important “breaking news” in the world of scientific study that people really need to know about.
Like this for instance:
Human fist may have evolved for punching out other guy
I’ve been sitting in front of my display staring into an empty sheet of cyber-paper, fingers trembling above my keyboard in literary anticipation and…
…nothing came to mind.
So much for trembling fingers, anticipation or not.
It’s not as if there hasn’t been things happening in my life worth writing about (there most certainly has been), it’s the annoying fact that these happenings of late are not the kind of events that I should really write about. Not unless I wish to make these events worse than they already are.
Very ironic. Lot’s of stuff to write about but not the kind of stuff I can write about. Unfortunately, everything else going on pales in comparison to the equivalent of putting gas into my car. Not exactly fodder for the masses (all 5 of them).
And, of course, these events that I can’t write about involve people. What else?
The problem that occurs is that these people I refer to can most likely read or at least I assume so. Actual comprehension is another matter. Now I could be completely wrong but I’d rather not take the chance of illiteracy on their part. Also, there’s the off chance that they actually may have stumbled upon this old blog of mine and take the time to check in once in awhile just to see if I’ve written anything concerning them. That way they could get upset about it.
So I’ll just leave it be for now.
I suppose you’d tell me, if you were sitting here with me instead of reading this from afar and actually knew what the hell I was not writing about, that this is one of those situations I’d laugh about later on. Well, that may be true but I can tell you, it would not be a wise thing to say to me at the moment. Not if you didn’t want to find yourself dangled out a 2nd story window by your feet.
So, there you have it. Sitting here in front of my display with a blank slate ready to be written upon and all these things I can’t write about–I couldn’t think of a thing to write about.
So I wrote about it.
Sheer genius if you ask me.