Get outa my way!
We found the tile for the kitchen countertops. It doesn't really look that hot but neither does the rest of the kitchen. But at least I can finally glue the damn stuff down and hopefully (foolishly) the stupid project will be done.
It won't be of course. One thing I learned in school is that life is made out of stuff you have to do in order to keep other people at bay. Anything you want to do on your own is on your own and of inferior importance.
So what?
This cold is really starting to annoy me.
At the grocery store today, someone asked me how're ya doin'? (nobody ever really gives a rip, do they?) I told him I was pissed off at the world. He didn't ask any more questions.
Over a year ago, I tried to get Quest to hook me up with their high speed connection.
They told me (at least I think they told me, who knows What anyone is talking about when talking about computer crap?) that my address was not "valid" or some damn thing. It's been valid enough to send me phone bills for 40 years.
Now computer whizz tells me I don't want a high speed hook up.
No, of course not, why would I want to look at U-tube videos or listen to other composer's clips? Like everybody else in the whole bleeding world. No I'll just sit in a corner and listen to whatever the cats are listening to when they do that.
I'm doing this because I'm lonely, for Christ sakes. Sitting at home listening to my tinnitus is all a man could ask for, isn't it.
It's the same shit with the Damn Seattle Symphony; See it, Hear it, Be a part of it.
Unless you're Doug Palmer.
How do you get fired from a volunteer job?
Don't tell me I'm paranoid, I'm just talking facts, my experience, here.
You wanna hear something every day? You just heard it.
It won't be of course. One thing I learned in school is that life is made out of stuff you have to do in order to keep other people at bay. Anything you want to do on your own is on your own and of inferior importance.
So what?
This cold is really starting to annoy me.
At the grocery store today, someone asked me how're ya doin'? (nobody ever really gives a rip, do they?) I told him I was pissed off at the world. He didn't ask any more questions.
Over a year ago, I tried to get Quest to hook me up with their high speed connection.
They told me (at least I think they told me, who knows What anyone is talking about when talking about computer crap?) that my address was not "valid" or some damn thing. It's been valid enough to send me phone bills for 40 years.
Now computer whizz tells me I don't want a high speed hook up.
No, of course not, why would I want to look at U-tube videos or listen to other composer's clips? Like everybody else in the whole bleeding world. No I'll just sit in a corner and listen to whatever the cats are listening to when they do that.
I'm doing this because I'm lonely, for Christ sakes. Sitting at home listening to my tinnitus is all a man could ask for, isn't it.
It's the same shit with the Damn Seattle Symphony; See it, Hear it, Be a part of it.
Unless you're Doug Palmer.
How do you get fired from a volunteer job?
Don't tell me I'm paranoid, I'm just talking facts, my experience, here.
You wanna hear something every day? You just heard it.
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posted by Lane Savant at 8:44 PM
3 Comments:
Hallo, Lane!
I already posted this comment, but the server refused to accept it.
Anyway, I foolowed your advice and clicked on "Classical Seattle" on your Blog (r.h. column) and got IT, when on it, I clicked on San Francísco Symphony and got the message "Das gesuchte Blog wurde nicht gefunden" (= The sought Blog was not found"), so I don't know when that orchestra is coming to Seattle. Could you please put this info on your Blog?
The LL asked me again to please give her regards to you, Meredith, and Keth, and I send mine, too. Tschüß,
Anonomann
Take one Cold Virus, add a wholesome portion of manual labor and craft handyman chores, and never forget that SSO is, and has been a fascist-run thin-skinned madhouse run by idiots, ingrates, and buggerers--and what is left is one fine rant by Lane Savant.
It is always interesting when people you do not know, or barely know, or even know, or are related to, ask you how are you doing? I generally ask them if they want the long or short version, or the truth or the knee-jerk response. I hate it when I ask someone how they are and there response is,"I am blessed." Good for you, Dude. I hope you enjoy your fantasy life.
As to those honey-do requests that you are burdened with now and again, you must remember that they are left-handed compliments too. If you were not so handy, so competent, then your wife and others would not make those requests of you; that and you save a bundle of retirement funds when you do-it-yourself, enit?
Being a klutz all my life, I never get a taste of your woes. People understand that I have the mechanical aptitude of a knat, so they do not make those requests of me, or have any expectations. I wonder when we were kids if that was my master plan?
When it comes to Broadband, or high speed computer connections, we have found that Comcast is cool. Initially it was ten times faster than our old dial up system. But since I am used to working on faster equipment at the office, I get annoyed at the speed things download at home, making me believe that a 9 year old Dell computer needs to be changed out soon--then in a few more years, it will have to be changed out again; the never ending story of racing along hanging on the coattails of technology.
I am still pissed off that the DVD industry is dorking around with us, that BluRay is gathering momentum, and one of these days I will not be able to buy "regular" DVD's or play them. Add to that the thousands and thousands of VHS films I have that I fret about both playing, and/or archiving--or the collector's nightmare that I will put an old VHS in the VCR one day, and it will disintegrate, turn to powder, and clog up my heads and ruin the VCR. So I am the proud owner of a vast collection of movies that no one else gives a shit about, or can play on their new technology, that perhaps I will never be able to fully enjoy after I retire soon. Shit, sir, you think you have troubles--walk a mile in my brogans.
You certainly are correct in your assessment of computerTalk, and all those pointy-headed cyber geeks that seem to understand the lingo and the technology. In some ways I feel like the older I get, the dumber I get. I can barely use a cell phone anymore. Then again who would I text message to? Who wants to listen to "modern" music? Who gives a shit about ipods? digital pics will not last. They will fade or get shuffled off to cyberlost land.
Maybe when you figure out, sitting in that corner of yours, what the duece the cats are listening to, you will compose some music to express it, and share it with the rest of humanity.
I have never checked out U-Tube--perhaps for fun after I retire. I think Alex has some stuff on it.
Yeah, and you are correct amundo, there are those of us out there that dig hearing from you whenever you have the energy, the verve, the incentive, to blog it hard, or soft, or at all.
The movie we ended up at was THE OTHER BOLYN GIRL, with Scarlett Johansson and Natalie Portman. We were treated to a condensed version of the Tudor soap opera, with some graphic representation of Miss Anne losing her head. I did not enjoy IN THIS WORLD too much, interesting but not intriguing. The film that I liked a lot, that moved me, and tickled me, was SNOWCAKE with Alan Rickman, Sigourney Weaver, and Carrie-Anne Moss; it's a keeper.
Well, here it is, a new month, a new week, and a new moment. Let's all make the most of it.
Glenn
One of these days, Dougie, when you pass over, when you make the big leap beyond the veil, that transition that is inexorable and inevitable, you will look back at your halcyon days there in that mansion by the lake with your lovely frau, and stepson, and cats, and you will realize that those were the happiest times of your life. Yeah, things are cool here on the other side, and yet even here there are honey-dos and obligations, and chores. That is just the way of things. Since time does not exist over here, and we look up and down the continuium like it was a ruler, and it feels like I drove the hog off the viaduct like just a few days ago, and SIDEBURNS is still a hit over here on the celestial ipods we all got, and Emily's white dress never gets dirty, and Dean Mercer still has nice things to say about you, and Butch's Mom and grandfather spend countless time watching over him--well, all I can say, dude, is that you need to get over it, to chill out, to be cool. One good thing about the life between life is that you do not get any viruses, and yes there is sex after death, and good food, and music like you will never imagine. I wish I could pipe some into your consciousness. Mayhe I will one of these days.
Eddy
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