Personal Musings category archive
In the great majority of cases, a so-called “moderate Republican” is one who must wrestle with his or her conscience before doing the wrong thing.
(Scene: Dentist’s office, as I requested a reminder card for my next appointment.)
Me: I forgot my phone, so I had to do something not many persons do any more.
Receptionist: Take notes?
Me: No. Think.
The notion that “branding” is ipso facto the answer to everything (or, for that matter, anything) is unutterably stupid.
It is amusing, in a dark and sinister manner, to watch all those responsible gun owners panic at the prospect of any restrictions on their portable phalli.
The volume of unread email I have to delete has certainly decreased since the election.
There’s nothing like outsmarting a plumbing problem to brighten a Harry Homeowner’s day.
The amount of junk email I receive has decreased since November 5.
But now I’m getting texts from spammers wanting to sell me Trump Junk.
I’m currently listening to The Mystery of 31 New Inn by R. Austin Freeman, who is distinguished as the first mystery novelist to employ forensic science in his novels.
The volunteer who reads this chapter refers to them as try-KEEN-o-poh-ly cigars.
Words fail me.
(Otherwise, the reader does an excellent job.)
Every time I go to the polls, one of the poll workers offers me an “I voted” sticker.
This is perversely reversed.
The persons who do not vote should wear stickers.
And I don’t care.
In the unlikely case that you’re curious as to why I pay no attention to candidate debates, it’s that they have devolved into substance-less side shows.
I ran out of ink for my fountain pen.
I had to order a new bottle on line, as it’s no longer available in my local physical emporium.
Donald Trump has demonstrated one thing conclusively. Neither the Republican Party nor Republicans are capable of shame.
Woman (almost wistfully): That seems like years ago.
She: Your bumper sticker.
Me: Which bumper sticker?
She: Clinton/Kaine. . . .
I got a call from the “business development” arm of my hosting provider yesterday to inquire as to what needs I might have. They call about once a quarter.
After introductory pleasantries, I informed the caller that my site is not a business site, but a hobbyist site (unsaid was, “So whatever you’re selling, I ain’t buying”). He asked, “By the way, what’s the hobby?”
I said, “Running a website.”
That’s when he started laughing . . . .
(By the by, I am quite happy with my hosting provider, particularly with the tech support, which has proven extremely competent. It’s the calibre of the tech support that keeps me with them. I don’t need tech support often, because I generally know what I’m doing, but, when I do need it, I need it bad.)
One indicator that a TV show or movie is from the last century is that the characters find payphones whenever they need to make telephone calls.
David discusses how YouTube’s changing its algorithm is affecting his business model. I’m posting this because I think it is a telling commentary of the state of media today. Although I find David a sane and reasonable commentator–that’s why I from time to time feature his commentary–part of me agrees with Bob Cesca that we need to “bring back the gatekeepers.”
(Yawn) I’ll read about them tomorrow. Or, more likely, not.
Candidate debates are Kabuki without the entertainment value.
Policies, positions, and integrity matter.