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May 13, 2012

Hello, my name is BCO, I am hopelessly addicted to computers.

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 6:54 AM
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“My computer is a data enriched black hole that sucks down time and makes it disappear.”

Computers were supposed to simplify our lives, to make them better, to give us access to all of this knowledge and to a certain extent, more power over our day to day existence.  But I do not see it, I find my computer gobbles up time, and I often wonder what it was that I used to do before computers.  About the only benefit that I see is the ability “to feed your mind the news you want in there, and the choice of skipping most of the negative items” at the same time.

That is a plus.

The rest of it is a lot of hooey (Okie technical term).  I remember paying extra to get a “math chip” so that I could “crunch all of these mind boggling numbers” that I was never, ever smart enough to find.  I have features on this computer here, that I have never accessed, will never use, and to be blunt about it, will not be able to operate until my grandson comes home for Christmas and shows me how.

Totally addicted, I often find myself on my computer several times a day, I keep it close by, almost as if it were a sharpened pencil and this blank page was my fresh note pad.  As a matter of fact, I did very little writing when I did not have a computer, this is an offshoot of my first computer, an 80’s model Apple Macintosh.  Before I bought that, in order to start up and write a Union Paper entitled the Flynn Flyer, I seldom wrote anything other than a check.

That computer was just one of many.  So old that it had only two operating disks, and they took up half of the available memory, just running the machine.  Right now, in our home, we have two laptops, three desk model computers.  We are computer poor in some ways.

Which begs to ask …. Why?

What do I need with this many computers?  Now the networks and television do not hold that type of fascination for me, I can go for literally weeks upon end without the benefit of television.  We have made trips and never turned it on for three to four weeks at a time, that is how I regard television, it is there, but it is no big deal. But my computer is a totally another story …“My computer is a data enriched black hole that sucks down time and makes it disappear.”

Hooking up for email, checking the various bus boards that I frequent, looking for some new item for the webpage, well, I just have to have that, I cannot (it seems) live without it.  And that is kind of sad, because as we all know, there are more important things in life than email, computers, data sheets and “please pass this on to everyone in your address book.

So there it is in a nutshell my life that I share with computers.  I cannot live with them (a constant source of anxiety and or frustration) and I cannot live without them (my need to be informed over rides the need for privacy).  If there is a cure for that, I sure wish someone would clue me in as I seem to he hopelessly addicted.

OOO

[#1252]

May 12, 2012

Email Of The Week 512

Filed under: Blogging,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 3:41 AM

This Email came out of Stockton, California.

Yesterday, my bride informs me that it’s time to take all the newspapers she’s collected over to the Animal Shelter.  In doing so, we noticed alot of PGE trucks lined up doing something to the overhead lines.  We pulled into the shelter’s drive-way only to find the gates closed.  Noticed the phone number on the gate and tried calling but they would not pick up the phone to answer.  So I said let’s get outta here, and on the way, noticed an ARCO gas station that had their regular gas at $4.05 per.

I pull into the nearest pump, as her for the cash, and started walking to the counter inside to pay.  Half way there, this woman of Latin extraction approached me and asked if I could spare some money for a gallon of gas for her car;  hers was on the next island parked at a peculiar angle.  Told her, no, I can’t do that, as our tank is below half now, and continued on my way.

On the way back to our car, I’m approached by the guy this woman is with, and he asks me the same thing.  I looked him over and noticed a pack of “cancer sticks” hanging out of his shirt pocket.  So I asked him:  “sir, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?  and the guy starts to stutter and squirm, but says yeah I can.  So I ask him:  “when did you buy those “cancer sticks?  He says:  “yesterday at a liquor store”  I says:  “are they up over $5.00 a pack now?”  and he say yeah, but what’s my problem?  I politely responded to him that if he could fork out $5.00 to whatever a carton of those things are nowadays, dontcha think you could put a little aside for gas ???  Turned on my heel and strode off to fill OUR car !!!

We see men/women ‘specially by the freeway offramps nowadays holding up the ridiculous signs saying:  Out of Work, Kids need food, etc. etc.  But while standing there hold said signs, they’re wearin $300 tennys, a $200 dollar Raider jacket, and who knows WHAT the sunglasses cost !!! And oh yeah;  those $5 pack of “cancer sticks” they’re sucking on while standing there.

I just don’t get it.

We have addressed this issue before.  Most of the time, I just ignore them.  The gas can is a new wrinkle around here too.  I noted that the last time we were in the city, almost all of the panhandlers and the beggars had a red gas can with them.  Used to be a dog, but he has been replaced evidently.  It is almost a mirror image of what you are saying here, always can see a pack of smokes in the shirt pocket… and I liked this one … We saw one of them, in uniform, cardboard sign “anything helps” and he was talking on his CELLPHONE!

Nice try … but no cigar.*

OOO

*Nice post Joe, by the way, just under 400 words. 

May 11, 2012

Bus Board Rambling

Filed under: Blogging,Bus Life,humor,Life,Oklahoma,Recent — ldsrr91 @ 6:40 AM
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There are mornings I come in here, and I just draw a blank, that ever happen to you?  I also have this self-imposed short post order in place (more substance – fewer words) and that is not easy to deal with.  Here is my personal dilemma in a nutshell …. I knew last night I must have something ready by this morning.

Well, here it is, morning, and I’m scrambling to compose something worthy of my daily, two-second blast of self-indulgence. As I ramble into the third sentence I remain clueless as to what my theme might be.  As I am on some days, also too dumb to know any better, I continue on, even tho I seem to be lost as a goose.

Of course, my lack of theme might be exactly what I’m looking for.  Maybe I will just blow this off and go read the bus boards?  They are always good for a lift on a somewhat lack-luster Oklahoma day.

I need some advice … How do you open a tool box?
I saw an HHR just like mine, going down I-40, anyone know who it is?
I have no winders in my coach, any suggestions on how to keep it warm this winter?
When will I ever get my copy of bus owners reality check?
Is motor oil supposed to be black and what color smoke do you have?
Do you think zoloft really works?
What you got?

How come I have to punch in three electronic do-dads to turn on the step lites?
That is a beautiful ScienicCruiser, you do know that if I did it I could have done it better?
Why do I need to change tires after only 16 years when I still have tread left?
Can a propane Onan be converted to diesel?

Do you know anyone with a Honey Wagon that can suck my holding tanks?
How come I always break down when I have the ignition key in the “on” position.
My air bags leak terrible, but I cannot get my wife to be quiet.

Often I consider answering some of them back: (Usually I just remain silent, hard to do, but I do it)

My coach is in a kneeling position … should I be worried?  Depends, what is your current religious affiliation?

I need some advice … How do you open a tool box?  If it is a Snap On just un snap it
I saw an HHR just like mine, going down I-40, anyone know who it is?  No, do you?
I have no winders in my coach, any suggestions on how to keep it warm this winter?
If you close your winders there won’t be such a breeze and you will stay warmer
When will I ever get my copy of bus owners reality check?  The reality check is in the mail
Is motor oil supposed to be black and what color smoke do you have?
It depends what neighborhood you are in and don’t exhale
Do you think zoloft really works?
It depends on how many zolo’s there are in a ft.

If I’m using WVO for fuel, can I also use it for salads and to grease the fry pan?  Try a Micro-Wave
Where is Detroit Motor Oil made.  7,800 ft straight down most of the time.
I saw this coach on Craigslist, he wants $15,000 for it and says it has a brand new motor, transmission, tires, and a full set of 8D AGM batteries.  Oh, and the 20KWH generator is brand new.  Do you think he would take $5,000?
I would buy this bus if the price of diesel went down to .89 per gallon.

Bus tip for the day:  “Eagles come in all shapes and sizes, but you will recognize them chiefly by their attitudes.”

Be careful out there today Boys & Girls, if you are in a bus, watch those right-handers.  If you are chowing down at the Flyin J … Don’t forget to tip your waitress.  Me?  I got those wake up its early, eat your eggs and oatmeal, wash behind yo’ ears they is dirty, end of the week blues …. I am going to head on back to the bedroom, lay down and take a nap.

OOO

What folks have been reading at Creative Endeavors this past week:

Home page / Archives
Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)
The Worry Tree
Spell Checked and Approved.
Clear Blue Sky
Goin With The Flow
Mr. Gorsky
Lawn Mowing Sucks
Drop The Soap (audio)
 Close Encounters
 Another Ordinary Day

May 10, 2012

Spell Checked and Approved.

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized,writing — ldsrr91 @ 12:03 AM

We are rapidly finishing our first week with the new “leaner and much improved” Creative Endeavors.  A dedicated effort has been made to shorten the posts, and try to make them more interesting and not so verbose (keep them under or around 500 words).

It aint been easy … But it seems to be working.

Or it was until this morning, when I got a two page Email telling me basically … “that I suck.”  And I am fairly sure, this person is not hitting the like button any time soon.  Ceste Le Vive … Or for our Spanish Readers …. LaVita Loca.

Such is life.

As we approach 1.2 million visitors on this site, I am prone to think back to a long time ago, or rather, to a point in time that seems like a long time ago, when we first started.  Not knowing a whole lot of about any of this, we just kind of rolled up our sleeves and dove into it headfirst.  It was not easy by any means (something I am sure most of you can readily relate to) and at times, it was a real head scratcher.

One of my first comments came from a “English Professor” from some prestigious body of education back east.  He read my offering for the day, then promptly entered into the comments section “Now, that was depressing.”  Not very encouraging and it did tend to irritate the fizz out of me, but we kept on chopping and watched where the chips landed.  (Ironically, we are still here, he is however, long gone.)

He did show me something tho.

He illustrated to me the power of the comment, how it can be either for good or for bad, how it can make a day or drag one down.  It showed me that you should always make your comments “positive in nature” and that you should make a concentrated effort to encourage and not tear down.

This week, for instance, I read a post that had 4,773 words in it and the author was lamenting the fact that only 4 people had “liked the piece.”  I am somewhat surprised that they even managed to get thru it, yet alone liked it.  Yesterday I read where someone was saying “that the Oklahoma courts aloud someone to do this” which we all know should be “allowed” but over and over, there it was, “aloud.”  In either case I did not respond or try to correct … It is not my job to do this, it is not YOUR job to do this.

You want more readers?  You want more comments?  Then develop a kinder gentler attitude online and help a person up.  Encourage instead of discourage, you will be better for it, and in the end, the one on the other end of the line, will be too.*

OOO

*In case you are wondering, this came in at 515 words or thereabouts.  If you are not completely satisfied, please let us know, and we will cheerfully refund your purchase price and all shipping and handling.  It is after all the very least we can do.

May 8, 2012

Close Encounters

Filed under: Blogging,humor,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 8:18 PM
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The monkey never learns.  You see, the monkey he loves brown rice, and he knows that if he sticks his hand inside the enclosure, he is going to get shocked.  He knows that it will hurt and it will cause him pain, but he loves the rice, so he sticks his hand in the enclosure one more time.

The room seemed incredibly warm, it could have been the wine, sometimes it has that effect on me.  Looking across the table, she radiates her beauty and everything has that feeling of being just right.  The food is excellent, the waiter is most attentive, and my woman is smiling back at me.  I am not hitting all of them out of the park, but I believe I am getting some base hits, it is going to be a good night.

After dinner, I tell her, “I have a surprise for you.”

She looks at me, and then says, “Oh yeah, what could you have after all this?  This was terrific.”

Sliding her chair out from the table, I reach down and grab her hand, and then smile, “Walk this way my dear.”

The hallway is basically empty and there are not a lot of people about for a Friday night, I am somewhat surprised.  Walking over to the elevator, I punch the button marked up and the doors open.

She looks at me and says, “What’s going on?”  I just smile my toothy smile and say … “Be patient.”

Short ride up to the room, I slip the plastic card into the magnetic card reader, the little green light illuminates and there is a distinct metallic click.  Opening the door, we walk into the room and she smiles, and then says to me, “Ohhhhh, this is nice.”

So far so good.

I pull her close to me and I breathe in the scent that is my woman, she feels good in my arms, she not only entices me, she excites me at the same time.  I kiss her softly and then say to her, “Let’s make love.”

She says, “No we better not.”  I am taken back, after all of my scheming, my planning, all of this, she says “NO?”

I ask her why …. She says “the boys might hear us.”

Which just flabbergasts me to no end, I have heard this before, I have heard it far too many times in my life.

Desperately trying to hold onto what sanity I have left I say … “What?  Are you kidding me?”

She says, “No.  SOMEONE will hear us.”

So I reason with her, maybe this will work.  “No one is going to hear anything, let’s get it on.”

She looks at me with those big brown eyes, eyes a man could drown in, and says “Give me one good reason.”

I sigh, and say “Okay.  I will give you two.

#1 … Listen, the boys are grown and long gone, the youngest one is 39 years old for cryin’ out loud.

And #2 … we are at the Marriott Inn.”

The poor, poor monkey … he never learns.

OOO

Another Ordinary Day

Goober died over the weekend.  Every time I think of him and his impassioned Cary Grant impersonation (Judy-Judy-Judy-Judy-Judy), or the time Opie put a transmitter under the collar of a dog, and he thought the animal could talk.  The crazy Hillbilly-Yahoo Army Officer on Mash.

I have to smile.

As a baby boomer, I am quickly reaching that point in my life, where I am attending more funerals than I am weddings.  Death is the only thing in this world that never takes a holiday … George will certainly be missed.

Al Qaida rejects … Now this one is a hoot.  Five suspected in Ohio bombing attempt plead not guilty, even as their van explodes in the parking lot! The FBI recently ran a sting operation in Cleveland, Ohio and has arrested five nimrods who were plotting to blow up a bridge on the Interstate Highway System.  They are affectionately known as the “Cleveland Five.”  Here is the information on it, they were also said to be part of the “occupy Cleveland rally.”  Now here is my question, how stupid do you have to be in order to buy $900 worth of inert explosives from the FBI?

And now for question number two:

Ready?

We used to MARCH on these places and then protest, now we OCCUPY THEM which to me, a person who is his perfect weight if he were seven feet tall, tends to suggest we are as overweight and obese as Federal Standards imply.  When complete strangers rub your belly for luck at the Mongolian Palace … well it might be time to go on a diet. 

Whadya think?

Mexican Beauty clear cut winner in Presidential Debate …  Who won Mexico’s first presidential debate? According to the media and Twitter frenzy, at least, the victor wasn’t any candidate but a curvaceous model in a tight gown who puzzled millions by appearing on stage for less than 30 seconds during the showdown.  All we get is Newt and the other Bozo’s.

Now if you don’t think that is bad … well the news is good and then it is bad.  Women’s breasts are now bigger and better, such a important part of life we give them off color names and descriptions.  But breast cancer is on the rise, and you can read about it here.

What is not to like? … Simon Cowell of American Idol fame has a new book out, “I can’t stand Jay-Lo.”  Man-Man, hold the presses, until I can get to Borders or Amazon.com for a copy of that!  Maybe he has a secret crush for Ryan Seacrest, anywho it is out in print now, should be a major yawner for sure.  Personally I like Jay-Lo that baby got back!

EEEEEEEEeeeeewew  …. Over the weekend, Chinese Infant Flesh Capsules were seized.  Now that is just plumb nasty sounding … Do you know what the name of the first Chinese Test Tube baby was?

It was a boy. 

“No Fun Son.”

In the spirit of the gang at Mayberry …  Nip it in the bud!  This is so bad, I am not going to comment, just going to give you the link and you be the judge.

See you at the water cooler …

OOO

[#1246]

May 7, 2012

I want it … I want it … Magic Bus

My old bus, “Be ye not the first to try the latest, nor the last to cast the old aside” is what my grandmother used to tell me, something truly special about being the owner of an old hoopie that is no longer in production.  Just below the surface, where most people do not bother to look you can find … A small part of me, that yearns to get behind the wheel of a nice, shiny high-dollar Pig Iron Pony.  A quiet soul that would love head out on the interstate and just let it run … Maybe some day in the next life?  Certainly it will not be today.

Here is today’s Riveting Discussion … Torture Time Again … Things I love

The smell of fresh rain on a country road in the summertime.
Songbirds in the tree on the west-side of the house
The view from the top of the hill at the Riverside in Laughlin Nevada.

The husky sound of a woman’s laugh in the dark.
Little children at play.
Long stretches of two lane at dusk
the sound of a big Detroit workin a hill outside of Bozeman
fresh popcorn poppin,
mis-spelled words in Bus Conversion Magazines

Setting the Jake and listening to her bark as she drops off the hill.
High-dollar fuel, bad roads, lousy weather, take the edge off life
Aluminum wheels and shaved rivets
crowded truck stops and radared chicken fry’s
polished wheels excite my senses

I like the look of Albuquerque, New Mexico, after dark from the top of nine mile hill … Same with Las Cruces and The College Exit in Henderson Nevada.
Porpoising on the Interstate in Livingston, Wyoming, running I-20 east out of Houston.

Winning lottery tickets
(Hey … This is my fantasy, remember that.)
“It’s all downhill from Van Horn Texas.”
(Yeah sure)
Diesel mechanics who smile and say, “Ah, this aint nuthin.”

Halter tops and cut off Levi’s
Bacon fryin and the smell of burnt toast in the kitchen,
M&M commercials
No one in line ahead of me at the fuel desk
mashed potatoes and dark rich gravy

straight lines and shiny stainless steel

The smell of diesel exhaust early in the morning
a cup of fresh brewed coffee.
Country Music, Miranda Lambert, Carrie Underwood
NASCAR, CMT Video’s, old time Rock n Roll
long, slow wet kisses in the dark,
Stories told late at night around a dying campfire

Cracker Barrel stores
Chrome shops,
LED’s,
Stainless Steel (no seriously, did I mention stainless steel?)
the wife humming softly at the kitchen sink
fried apples in thick syrup.

And last: 

Meeting another truck on a hill late at night, and he says, “Aint nuthin’ back there driver but a whole lot of dark.”

All that … is a Rainy Day slice of life … And some of it even makes me smile.


OOO

Thanks to Tom at Prevost Community for the photo credit.

[#1245]

May 5, 2012

Land Of Opportunity … If you don’t live here.

Your Tax Dollars At Work … Did you know that you are paying for children that live in Mexico, to the tune of billions of dollars in relief, because of an I.R.S. loophole?  Well, you areWouldn’t it be nice, to sit down in April, and list not only YOUR children, but your niece and nephews as dependents, who do not live with you, who are not even in this country, and then in return get a huge tax return?

Now we come to how much money we are we talking about here?  Would you believe, all of this, which has been in place and being abused for over ten years, is going down the tubes each year to the tune of $4.2 billion dollars (annually) and that 22 million undocumented illegals are currently being shown on the rolls taking full advantage of this Tax Code Loophole.  A loophole that the video says “the I.R.S. is unwilling to fix.”

  Sound too good to be true, well unfortunately, it isn’t. 

Click on the link and watch the video.

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It’s just about enough to make a body sick.  Our Government makes it so easy for them, but when YOU need help … Well, you know the rest of it dontcha?

OOO

Related:  Sneaking Into America

May 4, 2012

Hit And Run

Filed under: Blogging,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:21 AM
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Idle thoughts and Open Road

If you are a regular reader, you will notice some things missing.  I have been making some changes, sorry.  It has come to my attention (thanks Bill) that I have gotten a little verbose in some of my postings.  So in order to correct this, I am going to make an honest effort to make my posts shorter and hopefully …. More interesting.

(This will be my first attempt, it is about 300 words)

This morning I am once again looking at the webpage and this guy I have never met, a Mr. John Mellis, is broke down in Atlanta, Ga.  This is no good, when you own a bus and you break down, well, that directly hooks you up with a wrecker, repair shop, and big bucks.  Never a good deal.  Finding yourself in the foot patrol and a lot of people wanting to meet you and see how deep your pockets might be.

Mr. Mellis Coach

The thing that fascinated me about it was I was broke down in Atlanta some five years ago, and the guy that Mr. Mellis called to haul him in, his wrecker, is the same wrecker I had when I had the misfortune to break down in that area.  Wonder what the odd’s are on that?

Our bus at back of the lot at repair facility

Both of our buses hauled by the same guy and both of them taken to the same place for repairs.  That is kind of incredible to me, to read of that some five years later.

Dead in the water 8ft off the slow lane

That is one thing computers have done … they have made the world just a tad bit smaller than it used to be.  On some days you find something really magical and on other days, the rest of it just sort of fades away.
OOO

May 3, 2012

End Of The Week Dirge

Filed under: Blogging,Life,Oklahoma,Recent,Uncategorized — ldsrr91 @ 7:44 PM
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Wow, where has this week gone?  I look up, and whoosh, it is almost finished.  Time to get back up on my soapbox and tell you what I find wrong with today.  Been kind of a slow week here, not a whole lot of comments and it has been for lack of a better word, quiet.

Dear Self did not take off like I thought it would, so next week, I am going to devote an entire week to it, excerpts from all of the authors, for the entire week.  Having found interest in the idea and the concept, I feel a definite need to share it with all of you.

You have been warned.

Wind is supposed to blow again today, so I am in no big hurry to get out there and hit it.  Which is a break for the home team I suppose.  I just took a moment to email a friend of mine with a link, and low and behold, I absolutely forgot where it was that I was before the email.

Much too often I find myself walking into a room and thinking to myself, “What in the hell am I doing in here?”  My eyes search the room screaming out to my brain …. “Where is it?  Where is it?” … And my brain screams back … “WHAT IS IT?  WHAT IS IT?”

Does that ever happen to you?

Thank goodness for the “history” feature of the web browser.  Without it … on a lot of days, I would be totally lost.  But then again, being lost on the computer is no new thing for me, this is not my first rodeo.

Having said all of that, I will now close with this.  Thanks for stoppin by today to read my particular round of drivel and semi-related-text-fodder (fodder-al?), dropping by to spend a little time here between the lines, wondering what it is that makes this guy tick.  That was nice of you and I sincerely hope you got something from the piece.

I think I did.

Today I have figured out that “life without computers, is some of the best time you can spend with yourself.”  If you want a good investment of your time and energy, go find a pond and skips some rocks, take a walk with your grand-daughter and show her the wonders and mysteries of life.  Get off your keyboard and get outside.  Life is short … Enjoy the Ride. 

Have a great weekend, we will see all of you on Monday.

OOO

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Bikinis (The reason men are pigs)
The Worry Tree
Clear Blue Sky
If I Were The Devil
Drop The Soap (audio)
My Favorite Animal
Wood Ice Chest
Good Girls
Sneak Into America(audio)
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