Monthly Archive for January, 2008

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I Never Dreamed I Would Be Memed

Thanks to Grandma Henke, I get to share with you

“blog about five things in my life that I never dreamed, when I was 25, would be in my life now”.

I think a revealing part of her post was that she tagged sister who doesn’t have a blog! I guess she has to write it out longhand and send it to five friends?

This is a tough one for me. I can’t remember what I did yesterday, let alone what I thought when I was 25 years old.

I’m going to avoid the whole technology deal, because nobody would have figured the internets would come along. Here goes – things I never dreamed would be in my life:

  • Four dogs. I have always been a dog lover. We have always owned dogs, even when I was growing up and while our kids were growing up, and even after they left. But how did I end up with four?
  • A hemi. Hemi’s are a powerful engine and usually only put in great big Chryslers or muscle cars. Mine is in a Dodge Magnum station wagon. It’s cool.
  • Kentuckians. Kentucky was a pass through state on the way to Florida. Southern Kentucky is a real garden spot. I love it here.
  • Oh, of course! African-american and woman having a shot at presidency. How cool is that really! In one generation, actually less than that. This is a monumental shift.
  • So far away from retirement. Sixty-five was pretty usual back in the day. That’s not even close in my case.

Kristen loves memes.

I don’t know if Polly does.

I haven’t heard from Micki in ages.

I think Angela and Hope have croaked.

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Great New Idea, Just Needs a Few Tweaks

On the surface this seemed like a bandwagon I could leap onto like a musical instrument salesman would jump on a librarian.

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But during a five minute car ride which I nearly ran over a jogger, a walker, a pokey driver, and a kid on a bike, I decided there already is just the right number of people in the world today in my neighborhood.

The foundation has put death on notice

Look at our history, you’ve been messing with us since day one. That equals approximately two hundred and fifty thousand years of you being a dick. You’ve starved, dehydrated, frozen, overheated, plagued, diseased, sickened, drowned, and crushed us, to name just a few. Oh, and perhaps the most sinister of all, poisoned us with berries that look very similar, if not more delicious, then the ones that are usually okay to eat.

It’s one of those good ideas that just needs a little tweaking. For example, I would allow death by:

  • dehydration
  • freezing
  • boiling
  • drowning
  • crushing
  • injectables
  • car wrecks

You have to be really stupid to die from those causes. So let the stupid die.

I’m tempted to add starving to the list to, but some places just can’t grow food because of the sand or the poppies.

I’m saying the foundation over-reached and should have focused on giving death a notice strictly in these areas

While we’re chopping down your favorite guises—infectious and parasitic diseases, cardiovascular disease, cancer, respiratory tract infections and AIDS…

I think this foundation is funded by Bill and Melinda Gates because he hasn’t gotten Microsoft Everlasting Life out of beta.

I bet Google ™ has it.

I found this signature recently, it’s pretty gay, but no since letting it linger in a dark folder.

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Big Wind Blew in From Winetka, Big Wind Blew Right Out Again.

High winds knocked out our power last night. All we had for background noise was the weather radio.

We were OK, until the computer voice gave the fear inducing warning:

blah, blah, blah, exclamation point, backslash, right bracket, double you, eye, left bracket, blah, blah, blah

In case you don’t have a NOAA weather radio, the same message is on a loop. Yes we listened for the entire two hours the power was out.

Nancy was OK with it, and I certainly was because having tinnitus, there is nothing worse than a totally silent room.

Even

exclamation point, backslash, right bracket, double you, eye, left bracket

gave me comfort.

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I Cancelled My Myspace.com Account Today

I signed up over a year ago, and immediately it created a problem in our house when I started getting email from various young things willing to do various things for and to me. Try as I might, I couldn’t convince Nancy that these were just spam messages and nothing that I had instigated.

So I turned off all the notifications and communications, but never could exactly figure out how to cancel the account.

Today is Cancel Your MySpace.com Account Day.

So I did. If you want to join in because:

1. You rarely log in to Myspace except to delete spam friend requests from nude webcam girls.

2. You spend five minutes writing a wall post only to hit an error message when you try to post it because of all the website glitches.

3. You’re a girl who constantly gets marriage proposals from random men in the middle east.

4. You visit someone’s Myspace profile only to suddenly have music start blasting out of your speakers. Bonus points if it happens to you while you’re at work.

… and more.

Log in, go to account settings, look for cancel my account and follow the five steps necessary to actually fully cancel your account – including responding to an email.

Don’t forget, when Myspace.com asks for the reason you are quitting: your website sucks.

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