For A Living?

I have been told that I should do this for a living.
Thanks, but I would starve to death. There is no cheaper commodity on Earth than public opinion.  Or private opinion, for that matter.  I am small potatoes (yes, that's the correct spelling) compared to those guys at the networks or on the net with blogs etc. How would a commoner like myself ever hope to compete with their overblown, reved-up hype? Tell the truth? Amateur. Lie? Closer. Invent stuff? Closer still.
To do this for a living you must be able to hit the mark each and every time, whether you you have skin in the game or not. To do this for a living you must extract a paycheck, which I do not, and never shall.
I do this because I WANT TO. I don't care if you agree. I'm indifferent to your opinion.
It's not that I don't care: it's just that this is my forum. Probably the only place in the world that I can say that about.

I'm back in!!

The god of blogs and passwords has finally let me back.  I have been trying to get in any way I knew how, and apparently my pathetic efforts were finally annoying enough for the gods to grant me re-admission. Now I can once again ruin your lives with rants and raves about mostly nothing. How often this will happen is not known, but happen it will.  See you soon!

Where have I been Part 2 (nothing about tomatoes)

I have been here, just waiting for Summer to arrive. As it has apparently done so, I guess I'm back.
  A friend had no idea that I had a blog. "It's not a big deal", I told him; he demurred.  As I described the ramblings of this post, he became more incensed. "Why don't you do this all the time", and "could you do this for a living?" he asked. I laughed, and explained that this only contained the leakings of a pained brain, straining to remain almost sane. Rants and ravings are also to be found here on an almost equal, but somewhat irregular basis. I can say that i enjoy doing this. Whether you enjoy reading it is your own business. (POP QUIZ: Where is this line para-phrased from?)
  Maybe next time I'll whine about tomatoes and falling apples. Tune in then to relieve the suspense.

Still Here

Well, I have survived my Birthday and the Fourth of July, both. Not only that, June and I have now been married for 33 yrs. That's a lot longer than I lived at home with my parents. I now have those moments when I think cops, and doctors are only children playing dress-up. I'm also much more concerned with whether Social Security will be able to do me any good at all. I guess I shouldn't worry about the Maya prophecy of Doom for 12/21/2012. They won't be getting Social Security, either.

A Sticky'er Situation

As previously reported, I sent some of these ramblings to Mom. Now, she wants to read more, as my blabbermouth family tells her that there is a new one. Maybe I'll take up a collection to get her a computer so she can just follow along as do all of you that hang on my every utterance.
Because I live far away, I'll stick the blabbermouths with teaching her to use it. What sweet revenge.

Too Quiet

With my wife away, I have noticed how quiet this house can be. The dog is old and sleeps all the time, rarely barking. My phone never rings because no one calls. Little children play outside, and their squeals of delight and the other noises of youth are a welcome break in the silence. It rains so much that no one is even mowing their lawns even though they are getting pretty tall.
I guess that what I'm saying is that I miss my wife. She's not particularly noisy, but she's here. And that's what seems to matter. Just knowing she is around makes it all right. Hope she comes home soon.

Who Are These People?

I just looked at my High School Facebook page and was left wondering. Who are those people that supposedly graduated with me? I don't recognize more than one or two.  As Joe Walsh says "every one's so different, I haven't changed". I, of course, haven't aged. I'd brag about not losing my hair either, but that was almost gone IN high school, so I can't get away with that. If I didn't live so far away, I might actually go to a reunion to meet these strangers. It's probably all for the best, anyway. They probably wouldn't recognize me, either.

A Sticky Situation

I wrote something, my wife commented, and I thought it was over. NO. She went and read it to my Mother.  Since Mom has no computer, she was blissfully unaware of this crazy blog.  Now she asks that I send her some of the old ones, as she'd like to read them also.  I don't know if this is a good idea or not, but I'm going to do it.  At least I'll be able to edit which ones she gets, unless my treacherous wife sends them all behind my back.  Pray for me, I think I'm going to need it.

About June/Post OP

I have her back. I don't deserve this, but will take what I am dealt. She worked like a slave to come back from this operation. I, on the other hand, did almost nothing but stand on the sidelines and wring my hands. I thank God, and anyone else I can think of, for the turnout. She is snotty, impossible, and otherwise hard to get along with. In other words, normal.
Thank you, God. I owe you.

Getting Here, or, Old School

I tried to sign in the other day, and was foiled. I screwed with it awhile, then gave up. A normal thing in today's society; not so for me. Today, I prevailed. I did not back down after being told that 'login information was incomplete'. How long must we kow-tow to these e-bullies? I know what is proper English, and what is not. The 'puter under my control does not. It may have spelling down, but has it read Twain, or Hemingway? Steinbeck, or Tolkien?
I see an enlarging area that we must all circumvent in the future. Say what you mean. Ignore the warnings from the e'media. Someday, human endevours will be secondary. Hopefully, not for a long time ,yet.

being up to date

I was going to write something else here today, but was distracted by the fact that I now have a spam inbox.  I'm aware of what spam is, and I don't particularly like it.  That being said, why in Hell do I now an inbox for the stuff?  If I never check it will it simply fill up, overflow, and infest the next poor slob down from me (we all know that 'you know what' runs down hill!)?  Can I get away from it if I move?  If I wear a disguise, will it recognize me and attack? And if it does attack, how do I describe the injuries to suspicious health care personnel?
All these problems when I was just going to say something else entirely.  Life in the Twenty First Century is getting more adventurous every day.

A Life Change?

My wife has decided to have surgery, and it is just now beginning to dawn on me what a momentous decision this is. We have a list of questions to ask, of course. Looking back at these, (some of which were answered satisfactorily, some not) I begin to realize how fragile is life, and how much she means to me. We covered the mundane stuff, like whom I'm to inform, and that I'd have to take care of the dog, but never the one big question. It's still unspoken, though not unconsidered.
I'd like to stay positive about all of this, but a spate of recent hospital stays for relatives has made that a little hard.
Maybe I'll just stay with the mundane stuff and leave the future to itself. Hold a good thought for her, please.