And now, just now, the local news reports that there will be no revered Dorrito’s Commercials on this years’ Super Bowl. And on top of all that, ragweed and grass pollen has increased dramatically here in the Heart-Land … So most likely … No peace for me either. Feel better? No? Well take two aspirin and call me on Munday. And finally, never, ever, buy a 12 year old a Nikon camera. What was I thinking?
I open up my FakeBook account and there it is, “So and so, says you are not in Texas, you are in Oklahoma.” (Sanity Fix According to Mike Crouch, your still in Oklahoma and if the lake don’t rise will see you tomorrow…….) How in the ____ did they know that?
Do they have GPS strapped to the underbody of the beast, when I pulled into the Flyin Hooker to purchase copious amounts of ancient dead hydrocarbon based animals. Did they surreptitiously slither underneath my old hoopie and place a tracking doo-hickey (Okie Technical term) to follow me around the country.
By the way, “I do not personally know anyone that goes by that name,” that is kind of buggin me too.
As you age, change is inevitable and in my case, hard to adjust to. I guess, unlike the typical Okie, who lives in a fast-paced, experience-driven, multiple-option world, where choice and personal values pale beside the possibility of exposure to the latest, the biggest, the fastest, the most prestigious, and don’t forget ……. “the best” ……. or the most expensive.
As a small lad growing up, I read comic books all the time one of my favorites was Dick Tracy a cop who had this chiseled face and talked into a wrist watch two-way walkie talkie thingy
Today I saw a guy talking into a wrist watch at China Mart no joke, walking around in housewares, talking to his wrist! It appears what used to be fantasy is now reality
“Lace up your boots and boogie 181.fm tune into the 181 country highway” what it is they are playing, I don’t get it, it sure as ____ aint country.
Just as sure as I am about seeing a pair of “Cowboy Boots” that you have to lace up. That is the difference between a Rancher and a Farmer, one gets up and puts on his boots, the other puts them on and laces them up.
More Yuppies writing copy I suppose.
A friend of mine posted a shot of her walking barefoot holding her husbands’ hand strolling on the beach somewhere deep down in the heart of Texas. Idyllic and picturesque, two lovers meandering in the sand.
Then I remembered that cruise ships dump more than 1 billion gallons of sewage in the the ocean each year. A cruise ship with 3,000 passenger and crew will produce enough sewage to fill 10 backyard swimming pools a week. Maybe I should go to Orlando instead. Had a thought about Cuba. Nah, that is gone.
The FDA announced recently that Gay Men could donate blood if they have not had sex in one year. Hell, I can beat that by 28 months easily. In all honesty … It’s been so long since I had sex, I cannot remember who gets tied up.
“Jesus loves you.”
A nice gesture at Christmas time but a terrible thing to hear in a Mexican prison.
Found myself checking stat’s this morning and noted I have 1,700 posts on my site
that means that if I wanted to, I could sit back and re-post one a day for the next 4.6 years.
Might get lazy in 2015.
Not long ago, I had text messaging removed from my telephone, along with internet browsing features, and a host of other unnecessary items. I only have a telephone now, basic features include a ring tone and that is about it. It had reached the point in my life, where it was consuming my every waking moment. And then the government in their infinite wisdom gave telemarketers my number and that just about cinched it for me.
Most of my friends and acquaintances complain about my not paying attention to my telephone and always getting voice mail when they call. But I feel it is time to just be me, and leave all the other external stuff to those who not only feel they need it, but at the same time, demand it in their lives. This year, I am going to be one of the few that is slowly trying to pull away from the internet and its trappings that rob me of my time and provide me very little satisfaction.
With smart phones, tablets, and other digital devices reshaping how people work, communicate, and spend their free time, it is time to start to question whether or not our reliance on these items are affecting the way we think. Next year, for the first time “Internet Use Disorder” will be listed in the appendix of the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Health Disorders.
Our dependence on these electronic devices has grown to almost epidemic proportions. Some of it can be explained by employers demanding more access to their employee’s 24/7 today. But let’s face it, there are a few who have a addiction to the information, data, and/or devices plain and simple.
I cannot remember a time in a cafe, where I have not been bothered by a cellphone conversation. I was at a funeral and the thing went off. The movies, the mall, you name it. We see people texting at stop lights, while driving, entire families sitting around with their nose’s in the devices and not talking to one or another.
I am on the computer daily, and actually feel some guilt or a twinge of anxiety when I am away from it. It is an addiction sure, but in some strange way, we are reforming our thought processes and the devices are slowly changing the way we think, and that is kind of scary.
When it comes to electronic devices some of us are exhibiting the same behavior of a cocaine addict, alcoholics, and other social misfits. We can actually feel depression and in some case, acute psychosis. The internet and these devices are slowly driving us completely mad.
Every time your phone, tablet, or computer pings with new text, tweet, or email, it triggers a sense of expectation, and the reward centers in your brain receive a pleasurable “squirt of dopamine.”
I am often totally clueless when it comes to the Information age, but I do know this, I can leave the cellphone on the cabinet in the kitchen for a week, and it doesn’t bother me one iota. I can unplug the computer for only about 72 hours, and I am working on that. The best thing is to just lay ‘em down, walk outside in the clean air and take deep breaths, it will all be waiting for you when you return.
One reason you won’t see me talking to this guy any time soon.
The solution is simple. Hang it up and shut it down to reclaim your life.
QUESTION: “Is your life any better because of computers?”
Tough question. Like my crazy Aunt Martha used to say … Don’t get me started. So is it yay or nay on the computer issue? Good or bad.
The marvelous, wonderful world of computers, where nothing can go wrong, go wrong, go wrong.
A man, experiencing severe chest pains, goes to the local hospital. They feed his name and vitals into a computer, which promptly confuses him with another man who had died some eight months earlier, and the computer cancels his subscription to Field & Stream Magazine, turns off his electricity, water, and telephone without ever having bothering to ask.
Don’t talk to me about computers.
My computer in my truck senses that something is amiss in the system, I have a problem, it even goes to the trouble of turning on a warning buzzer and a lite on my dash, CHECK ENGINE flashes in front of my eyes. I stop, I open the hood, I check the engine. It is still there and I am hopeless lost.
Perhaps I missed the exit on the Information Highway or something, I am not a big fan of computers.
My clock radio is now smarter than I ever hope to be, and I don’t even know how to program the ____ thing! I tried loading a spelling checker into my hard drive back in ’98 and accidentally launched a nuclear missile attack on Norway … Don’t talk to me about computers.
You purchase a drill from Home Depot, they insert your credit card into the machine and swipe it, the lights in the building dim temporarily, and then instantly, you are charged for a complete Home Entertainment Center, with Surround Sound, and 48 easy payments.
All in a matter of seconds … a mere fraction in time. Computers’ isn’t technology grand.
I seem to be stuck in the horse and buggy age for some reason. I am locked down in the pre-computer age, an old fossilized Trantasouras Rex in limbo. I am still buying a Coke for a dime … Back when you opened the top of the Coke Machine and you slid the bottle down the long ramp, to the end, and then lifted it out.
Believe it or not, I still remember a gas pump where YOU actually pumped it in to this huge glass reservoir and then gravity did the rest of the job, getting the product to the tank in the car. At a very cheap and reasonable price of 15 cents per gallon.
How about the eight track tape, now that was an invention. “Dunka Shane, oh darling Dunka Shane …. Whirrr, thunk-whirrr-KaThunk! Thank you for loving me today.” Evaporative coolers (Swamp Coolers) the air conditioning of the fifties, remember that? Cool and wet on a hot day … M&M’s without the blue color, now that is odd huh?
Remember the old VCR’s, the first ones, that cost over $1,800 brand new, with a 24 hour timer and two speeds, non programmable. Pocket calculators were neat, when first introduced at something like $175 each! Man, I am so old, that I can still remember a dollar that was worth twenty-five cents and can recall when the National Debt was only calculated in the billions.
McDonalds’ used to give you change for a buck, I remember that, not any more. You cannot buy a “Rubber McMuffin” for less than $2.50 now days. It is getting where Ben isn’t worth a George anymore. That means … A hundred isn’t worth a dollar for all of you that are a little slow on the uptake this morning.
Computers and technology, all of this was supposed to free up our time, so we could do other things, wonder what actually happened to that grandiose concept? As for my part in all this, I have not noticed any perceivable increase in leisure time activities nor the increase of available time allotted to me to do other things, the things that I enjoy more.
Seems like I am always running late even with digital cell phone technology in place at sixty-five cents per minute, I am experiencing difficulty just keeping up.
We are living longer thanks to modern medicine, computers, antibiotics, nasal spray, Nintendo and Diet Coke. It has become quite routine for people to live in our civilized world past the age of say … forty … and even beyond.
Wow! Man walked on the moon in sixty-nine and that was, jeeze, over forty-years ago, can that be true? Where did the time go? Wonder how come we never went back?
- A:> Hello?
- BAD COMMAND OR FILE NAME
- A:> Help?
- BAD COMMAND OR FILE NAME
- A:> Do something!
- BAD COMMAND OR FILE NAME
- A:> We want to go to the moon Dammit!
- BAD COMMAND OR FILE NAME
- A:> Please help?
- B:> NON-SYSTEM DISK OR DISK ERROR – INVALID SWITCH-PATH NOT FOUND
- A:> Return to help?
- C:> WARNING! ALL DATA WILL BE LOST … ABORT, RETRY OR FAIL?
WELCOME TO CREATIVE ENDEAVORS, THE HOTTEST LOCAL SITE ON WORDPRESS.COM, YOU ARE NOW BEING ISSUED AN ENTIRELY NEW SCREEN NAME, PASSWORD AND SUPER-SECRET CODE FOR ACCESS, PLEASE FORGET EVERYTHING THAT YOU EVER KNEW ABOUT THIS SITE. IN ONE SECOND YOU WILL BE TAKEN BACK TO THE PAGE WHERE YOU CAME FROM OR CLEVELAND, OHIO …WHICH EVER COMES FIRST. PRESS ANY KEY TO RECEIVE SOME SATISFACTION.
Computers handling life’s everyday pressures, simply, efficiently, and conveniently for us. Effectively putting all our … uh … “stuff” … in one sock. This in turn gives us plenty of time to sit back, suck down cool drinks the size of Lake Michigan in the late afternoon, and contemplate what it is that we can do today.
Time to consider the important issues that confront each of us on a daily basis. Which it turn releases all this free time for us so we can have some fun. Well it sounds good anyway.
Good morning you poor soul, welcome to Heaven and the Pearly Gates, the Angel said. Please give me your access code and password …Nuts.
Technology, what would we do without it.
What your computer does at night when you are asleep here.