Normally my writings have to do with something that pissed me off, made me stop and question common sense or an experience I had to suffer through and/or throughly enjoy.
But today was one of those days when I had a bunch of things whirring around in my head and I didn’t want to write about any of them.
Like how I bought a beautiful Gucci watch, but can’t get anyone at Gucci to call me back to get extra links for it so I can actually wear it. But then I would sound like a total grump because I wrote about how I hate the Apple Store and Comcast just a few days ago. I’ll save the Gucci assault for later.
Or how sick and tired I am of hearing about Joe Paterno’s death, viewing, funeral, memorial, celebration of life and whatever else kind of service they’re going to have for him. I don’t think this much media attention was given to the Pope when he died, but we did have a chimney to stare at in the hopes of seeing a puff of white smoke alerting the networks to go back to regular programming.
Or I could write about how happy I was that after 15 years, Baby finally walked up to me, let out a little bark, walked to the door and alerted me that she had to go outside to pee. Usually she just walks to the nearest pee pad, squats and empties her bladder on her own terms. I texted three people when this happened it was such a big event.
With so many interesting topics just ready to be written about, I abandoned all of them and turned to Facebook and asked those that follow me for suggestions.
Life as a Four-Eyes
I’m wearing glasses now, and not by choice. Turns out the red-eye look that I loved so much wasn’t very healthy according to my eye doctor, Mike. So during my last visit Mike said to me, “you have to stop wearing those f***ing contacts.” After arguing with him for 20 minutes, I conceded like a whiny fifth grader who just got yelled at by his teacher, walked over and picked out a semi-attractive pair of frames.
I now feel the part of a 40 year old, and look it.
All I need is bifocals to make my life complete.
The latest “thing” to join the time wasting, make-me-feel-good-about-myself, social media must have list is Pinterest. Wanting to see what all the excitement was about, I signed up for it the other day and patiently waited to see if I would be one of the lucky ones to get an invite to join.
It’s kind of like waiting to see if you’re going to get invited to the Policeman’s Ball every December.
Will the invite come?
Am I worthy?
Well mine came today, I created my account, looked at it, closed the browser window and went back to doing email.
I don’t get it.
One of my friends posted that he’s going to try to help his merchants make money by using it.
That’s a challenge.
Big companies are still trying to make money off of Twitter and Facebook.
I’m going to chalk this one up there with Google+. When days suddenly become 30 hours instead of 24, I’ll have time to see what all the fuss is about.
If you’re one of those fear mongers who thinks that your car’s GPS unit is used by the IRS to track you down because you still haven’t paid your 1997 taxes, you better get an extra roll of tin-foil to make a sturdier hat if you’re going to continue to use Google.
Personally, I don’t care if Google knows I spend three hours a day searching for pictures of three-legged Vietnamese women or for websites related to Hedonism 2012. If you ain’t got nothing to hide, don’t worry about it I say.
Privacy advocates are raising all kinds of concerns about how Google is going to use all this data they collect. Simply put – they’re going to use it to make even more money off your web activity. Doh!
I don’t get too upset over things like this, as I don’t expect privacy on the web. In today’s age, the only privacy I expect is when I’m in my house, under the covers with the lights out. and even then I have to double check to make sure I have the web cam turned off. Once you leave that cocoon and you venture out into the street cameras are watching your every move, your cell phone is tracking your current location, your credit card company knows you just spent $4.34 at McDonalds and Walgreens just sold your name to Fiber One because you bought a box of suppositories and scanned your frequent shopper card.
Doug the Cable Guy suggested this one. Don’t know where to even begin. But I’ll say this – like a good jock strap, sturdy cables are your best bet when you need good support.
Whoops, wrong kind of cables.
Maybe next time Doug.
Right after I bitch and moan about Gucci.