Thursday, April 30, 2015
Friday, April 24, 2015
Some words are spelled the way they sound, and some are spelled very very strangely: brougham, trough, Worcestershire, sough, Wednesday...
The root of the problem is genetic: we are born with the spelling gene either intact, or with it just wandering around out there making cute typos and errors that the good spellers pounce on, endlessly. I am cursed (some would say) with the Good Spelling Gene. It's not pretty, trust me.
Sometimes I think we exist just to annoy the rest of the world, and our penance is to always come in first in those horrible Spelling Bees (do they even have those now?) and sometimes make it all the way to the semi finals and the final finals, only to be defeated by some snip called Marcy who rips out the proper spelling for "discotheque" and you, who have never seen it in print, spell it as 'discoteque" and the audience "awwww" resonates in your ears for the next hour...
Our life long curse is to see words spelled (spelt) badly and wildly, and are unable or unwilling to correct what we see. Ugly, I tell ya. Ugly. With the advent of Tablets, teeny keyboards, people who think they can touch type but can't, people who touch type and shouldn't, and a new wave of phonitic speling (as someone said, "you can figure it out, right?") and Spell-Check that threatens to undermine even the Spelling Bee proponents, and I do begin to wonder, why bother. I can figure it out, right?
(but I don't want to...)
Saturday, April 18, 2015
When an old classmate recognizes you and you not only have no idea who he/she is (even when they introduce themselves) and you realize that he/she thinks you're someone else...even when you introduce yourself back, and they say, "no you're not"--and now you are suddenly in a world of alternate universes
The books you loved as a child are now in the category online of "collector's items"
Everyone you went to school with, were a bridesmaid for, or you threw baby showers for, is a grandparent. They are suddenly old. Too.
Sunday, April 12, 2015
You see, I have about 80 skillion email addies at Yahoo, and have over the years been adding and removing them as the tides turn and the weather changes.
One of them I use in here.
Easy, right? heh
I also have two email addresses for Google. One of them I use in here.
When I am asked, on occasion, to sign in rather than just hit the button and begin posting, the panic starts to prickle down my spine. Which one oh my which one is it...
So I dab at one, and it says, 'your password was changed three months ago. is this true?" and they ask me to verify it. [see paragraph 2.] If you hit the wrong one you are asked to reset your password and the first time it went swimmingly until I was asked to sign in here with it and realized that I had forgotten to write it down...
Finally I found one that would work, after being told repeatedly that Google now keeps track of your passwords and you cannot, simply cannot use that again, its already in use on another account. It gets better.
After carefully writing this down and having it approved you are asked to present a verification email address in case of lord alone knows what, which means another search for another yahoo address and another password and finally, an hour later and (should have been a five minute event) i have a new password, and this time I took a screen shot and saved it in my photo program...
I just hope I can remember what name I used to save it under.
Thursday, April 2, 2015
The silence was complete, except for the sound of water moving steadily and firmly past them, and now and then a tree giving up its muddy struggle with gravity; no one spoke--they finally turned, stunned, and struggled up the devastated road toward the house and warmth and the reality of a shrinking food supply, dwindling fuel, and a winter, if they survived that long, of frozen lakes.