Monday, May 30, 2011

Stuff to ponder

If I didn't have a computer I'd never know what day it was.

Two clocks are vital:  at least you know when one of them isnt running, if not which one.

I can remember 17 passwords without looking them up, I can go shopping without the list that I left on the kitchen table and get everything on it,  why can't I remember Saturdays?

Saturday, May 28, 2011

And the reason is...

I've not been around for the past few days because the blog (mine and several hundred others as well,  apparently) was in a state of total inaccessiblity.  We all seem to be in the same boat, but each one of us is rowing in a different direction, and has their own set of oars.  How it's possible for that many diverse Operating systems to have identical problems but varying solutions that work here but not there is a puzzle.

So if I fade in and out from view now and then,  it ain't me, and it ain't thee.  Gremlins, that's it. Gremlins.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Looking over my shoulder

ahem. If, as they say, the believers are going to be 'taken up' into heaven, that means they are going to be taken up bodily.  Which makes me wonder:  if you can't take it with you when you die,  why can't you take it with you when you ascend? 
Im not sure if I should be frightened of the coming Rapture (although the earthquakes do seem like a good show for those of us left behind), or more about the people involved in this.  If (and I always do like to hedge my bets about these things. You Just Never Know) it doesn't happen, there are going to be a lot of disappointed people and possibly a lot of penniless believers. 

And when you think about it, why DID they give all their money away?  If they dont need it, and we will be dead...

Thursday, May 19, 2011

blossoming pear

Wednesday, May 18, 2011


Dogs can be easy.  They want to trust, they will return to an abusive owner again and again, simply because that's the way they are.  It's built in, that they need to be part of a pack, and if the head of that pack walks on two legs, well, it still counts.  Even if he thrashes them soundly, it's part of the strict discipline of the wolf pack, and something their doggy brains comprehend.  They keep coming back.

With cats, you don't command trust,  you just hope for it; and when one honors you with a purr or allows you to pat them, no matter how gingerly,  you feel as if you've been gifted.  These two cats have been damaged.  Hit, struck, things thrown at them, I don't know.  When you reach out to them they wince, they cringe.  I've seen it before, and it breaks my heart.  So we tread lightly,  talk to them, let them have all the time they need.  

It could take all summer, it could take longer. No matter.  It will happen, on their terms, not mine.  And that's cool too.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Word to the wise from someone who should know by now

One thing I do NOT like about Google is the way the word "edit" is used.  Click on it at the wrong moment, and you can, as I just did, lose an entire two years' worth of URLs, slowly built up into a pretty impressive string.
Edit can mean, in many instances, 'delete forever', and in many other intstances  'delete permanently' with no warning, no "are you sure you want to do this'. 


Monday, May 9, 2011

Small gifts

Some days are like that. In spite of a filling that is about to turn into a root canal, today felt like I was rolling  on oiled ball bearings.  Everything fit together effortlessly.

 yeah, yeah, I know. "don't get used to it, it can't last".  But the point is, it does happen now and then, and it's good to notice, in case the gods are watching, and we all know they do like us to take notice of such gifts.

Monday, May 2, 2011

Global Warming

In olden times when there was a volcano in the area, and it began to erupt, the king would select a lucky girl to be the Designated Virgin. She was tossed into the volcano, probably against her will. If the volcano stopped erupting, well, the gods were appeased.  If it continued to erupt, obviously she wasn't a virgin, and it was her fault for not stopping the erupting.

The other day I saw some comments made by people who should know better, saying that global warming was responsible for all those dreadful tornadoes in the south, in part because the legislators who were voted in by their constituents were doing nothing, simply nothing, about GW.  i.e., they weren't actively pursuing a path toward stopping it.  Which is one of the silliest/saddest statements one can make at this stage. And the implication was fairly clear: you voted those slackers into office, and because of that you got the weather you deserved by being so thoughtless. It's YOUR fault you're having tornadoes. 

GW has become the buzzword for heat in the summer, blizzards in the winter, and melting ice caps.  Which, by the way, are apparently re-forming. It is bad science coupled with people all too willing to spend entirely too much money to discuss a problem that does not exist, rather than actually spend that money in different directions that might just  help reduce emissions and stuff that does exist, and would make our quality of life on this planet a bit better. 

There's a lot of history behind us, stretching back before dinosaurs, and the temperatures have soared and plummeted dramatically, cycles within cycles, for millions of years. As the earth wobbles (wouldn't that make a great title for a soap opera) and tilts, and the sunspots erupt, climate changes.  Trying to stop those changes is as pointless as bailing the ocean into a bucket to lower the levels at high tide.  Or teaching a cow not to fart.