Monthly Archive for June, 2011
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Flummoxed I tell ya, flummoxed.
The CAPTCHA is the most difficult one I have ever encountered. Upside down” The” anyone?
Later in the day, I came across a new language when installing a new HiDef Web Cam – a gift from St. Todd DeCubbville. A trade actually, one HiDef Web Cam for one HD Big Ass TeeVee.
Heres the registration screen and the new language – it’s not even binary.
My preferred language is foul.
James Arness died.
He was Marshal Dillion.
Marshal Dillion wasn’t faster, but he was more accurate.
The other guy always shot first, week after week after week. But Marshal Dillion always was the last man standing.
Bloggers should learn the same lesson. Accurate is better than fast. But keywording is King.
Remember: James Arness and Peter Graves were brothers.
Were there two more classic, iconic television shows than Gunsmoke and Mission Impossible?
But the stoic Matt Dillion was no match for the cold-hearted tee vee executives…
Gunsmoke, was TV’s No. 1 ranked show from 1957-61. The ratings declined when CBS expanded the show to an hour, and in 1967, the network planned to cancel the series. But viewers were ready for a showdown with the network.
CBS decided to kill Gilligan’s Island to make room for Gunsmoke on Mondays. The show climbed in the ratings again. But in 1975, still ranked among the top 30 shows, Gunsmoke was canceled without warning and without a final episode where Marshal Dillion gets eaten by a horse, Miss Kitty reveals she is a dude, Doc is gay, and Chester was faking it just to get Social Security disability.
A couple of babes replace Marshal Dillion: Rhoda and Phyllis.
Life imitates art.
Never occurred that somebody might ask me that question someday.
We say “used to be” at major transitions points in our lives — as we look back to the certainty of what was as we stand poised for the uncertainty of the future.
I guess I never “used to be” anything. Or maybe it’s a guy thing that we define ourselves differently? I had milestones in my life that impressed my mother. But Mothers are easy to impress.
After all, she is the one that saved my baby teeth. She was impressed when I used to be drum major in front of the band. There was a bunch of things in my life that impressed my mother. My first business card! I think she cried.
I had a string of “used to be” titles that might impress some people. I never was impressed much by titles, mostly because I knew many to be bogus – based on popularity or longevity. Hang around long enough and don’t piss off too many people and you too can become President of the Chamber of Commerce.
It isn’t all that different in early retirement when, at least initially, who you are in your own mind is more the person you used to be rather than the person you’re becoming. It’s harder for some than others. Observing people whose retirement wasn’t voluntary, I see some of them choke on the words “used to.” Others scramble to find a new cause, a new identity, to fill the gaping hole of loss.
Dr. McCoy says I should be thinking about my “used to be” description.
Not This Dr. McCoy - I bet the Real McCoy gets sick of being compared to Bones.
During most of my career I held a job that confused people. They would ask where I worked and I would respond “at the newspaper.”
Oh, are you the editor?
No, I’m the publisher.
(confusion) Oh.
Most people know what an editor does. Most people think editors run newspapers. Editors don’t run newspapers, publishers do. Publishers hire editors. Over time, I just began telling people that I delivered newspapers for a living.
Everybody knows what newspaper boys do.
When I came to work at my current job, it was a family-owned newspaper. No publisher-track career here. That was reserved for family. I was General Manager.
Lots of people know what General Managers do, they generally manage things generally.
In a couple weeks, I guess I will be a “used to be” Newspaper General Manager. Or paperboy. I think it will be fun to tell my new Costa Rica acquaintances I was a paperboy.
Repartidor de periódicos.
Dr. McCoy says I need to be ready to grieve. She says she sees it a lot – even when retirement is voluntary. I’ll be ready, but I don’t think I’ll be grieving. I’ve been preparing for retirement the last 20 years.
One thing we do agree upon:
We can look back wistfully to the days when we had small waists and firm thighs.
Jesus (Hay-sue) H. Christ on toast, they arrested some terrorists in Smallburg (aka Bowling Green, Kentucky.) The Feds arrested and arraigned a couple Iraqis.
Alwan and Hammadi are accused on or near Feb. 16 of trying to provide two rocket-propelled grenade launchers, two machine guns, two cases of C4 plastic explosives, two sniper rifles and money to al-Qaida in Iraq, the indictment said. On or near March 16, the two men are accused of attempting to provide two stinger surface-to-air missile launcher systems and money to al-Qaida.
The police chief today issued a statement saying that we all should remain calm and not fear for our lives.
Good lord, man, they had C4, grenade launchers, and machine guns!
Cops freak out and call unpaid child support their crime of the week, so why shouldn’t I be cowering in a corner clutching my St. Christopher right now?
They had STINGER MISSILES. Billy BeJesus on a Bagel!
When do I panic? When I gets blowed up?
Here’s a commenter that sums it up:
We can protect ourselves or be Rodney King and wonder “why can’t we all get along?” Right before the bomb blows up in our backyard. Time to shut liberal bleeding hearts up…or wait till one of these guys takes out our families at the ballpark, WKU football game, church, HS graduation. “
Another commenter figured out bleeding heart liberals were to blame because
…the diversity of languages, nationalities and cultures in the city makes Bowling Green a more likely place for such activities to occur.
If the Top Cop says to remain calm in the fact of terrorists living in town, when am I supposed to panic?
Oh yeah, when there is a thunderstorm.
I can’t wait until Smallburg becomes my Old Kentucky Home.
