Last week, when I was preparing my computer (clearing disk space) for the recording job, I found more than one folder entitled “Phone Photos” These had the pictures from my phone that I dump on my computer at random intervals. It seems a pity, because I sorted them by date, some from WAY back it 2012, and now the pictures are in storage, never to be seen or appreciated.
So, like the title implies, When In Doubt, Photo Out!
Using the Fire Dept Cherry picker to put up an antenna
The cats, Superior Seven
Having just scattered the contents of a few folders out to many folders, assorted by date, I find that I cannot find too many of the pictures I just re arranged. Typical.
I decided I’m going to get into football. Real football, not American football.
I’ve been reading a little, trying to grasp the complex league system. And trying to find a couple of teams I like. I found one. Udinese! I have had a pen pal in Udine Italy for years and years, so when I found a team from Udine, I became a fan!
More to follow!
I had a pretty good weekend, considering the Wife was gone. I had a sound job to keep me busy all weekend.
It was a pretty nice weekend, had a little rain on Sunday.
Got several pictures on my phone, can’t get them off. Another formerly great program, Kies Air, got upgraded and doesn’t work at all anymore. Maybe I can get them to you tomorrow.
Have a good week!
Not that it matters, I’m working all weekend. CayTronics job.
The Wife is going to Cayman Brac this weekend because it’s her birthday weekend.
When I leave this morning I probably won’t be home till very late. The wife is working late too so I guess the dogs won’t get walked this evening.
I’ve been in a funk all week, I’m tired of being in a funk.
I just remembered I normally do Flashback Friday, I forgot..
I can’t post, I can’t think, my head is wrong.
I almost wrote Wordless Wednesday for the title, but then I realized it is Thursday. Which is good, because the weekend is almost here.
My attitude kind of sucks, lawnmower stolen, I bought this audio recorder for CayTronics, and it’s a piece of crap. It had 50+ good reviews and it’s ridiculous junk. So I’m kind of depressed. The WIfe said “Don’t be depressed!” which is the worst thing to say to someone who’s depressed. I’m not really “take medicine” depressed, just got the blues. I got no money for a new mower, or the shed so someone can’t steal it when I do buy one. I got no money to waste on a recorder that I can’t use. I still have to record an event this weekend and I gotta use my over 5 year old laptop which will probably screw up. I got no money for new laptops. Need a new pool pump… On and on it goes.
I have too many “requirements” trying to get a chunk of my pay. I just gotta lay low for awhile and let my pay catch up.
All will be well in the end.
Woke up this morning, walk dogs, feed cats, I noticed our lawnmower was gone. Our new lawnmower that was locked with a bike lock to a concrete pole. It was sitting on this kind of like a pallet to keep it up off the ground, The Wife said she noticed the pallet yesterday but didn’t think that the mower wasn’t on it. So it must have been stolen on Monday.
It makes me examine my life and try to figure out what I did wrong to deserve having my lawnmower stolen.
Oh Brothah. I am so tired this morning. I went to bed at 10:15ish, could not sleep, Laid there. Ditto dawg farts gagging me. Midnight got up and walked them. Two o’clock, got up and went out on the back porch, smoked half a cigar. 3 o’clock, back to bed. sleep. 5 o’clock, got up to P. 6 am, alarm goes off, and I’m up.
Here it has been very cold and cloudy and windy since Sunday, maybe it will clear up today.
On a different note, here’s a picture of a kid jumping off a cliff. because The Pic Makes The Post!
Have a good day! Stay awake till it’s time to go to sleep!
I just counted, I follow 67 blogs. And every time any one of them posts a post, I read it and usually I comment. I don’t feel like I get as many comments as I give. Maybe everybody else doesn’t feel the same way about comments as I do. I’ve come to the point that I don’t expect many comments.
One thing I cannot stand, is the word verification. I’ve posted about it before HERE. Blogger and WordPress and everybody has good spam protection. Word Verification is unnecessary and insulting. A person can turn it off and on at will. So someone can turn it off, and if they have problems they can turn it back on. Or, if someone does spam them they can simply “mark as spam” and the problem is solved. Don’t punish everybody for the actions of the extreme minority. Most of those with word verification on are those who post, expect (and sometimes get) a lot of comments, but never ever comment on anybody else’s blog. They’ve never experienced the frustration of word verification. Some people have word verification on AND comment moderation. They are the lowest of the low.
I’m not commenting on any more blogs that have word verification. Look at the above picture, can you read those? A lot of time I type more on the word verification than I do the comment. “Please prove you’re not a robot, type the words below.” That pisses me off right there. Neither is a word, one is a jumble of letters and the other is numbers. Those aren’t words.
I could go on and on.but I won’t. Maybe I will… Later.
Not that one, the other one.
I went to Bradley 6th grade school with a kid named Johnny Walker. Not the booze, the kid.
So one day, it was before school, I walked into the classroom and Johnny Walker slapped me on the back with a chalky eraser. We started duking it out and wrestling all over the classroom. It was early so there were no teachers. We wrecked the whole classroom, tipped over all the desks and scooted them from their neat grid to a train wreck of a circle around the edges of the classroom, we spilled everything that was in jars in the class, and generally destructively re arranged the furniture. The hallway was full of kids watching. We were pretty evenly matched.
Finally a teacher turned up and broke it up. We were following the teacher to the principals office and Johnny looked at me and broke out in this big toothy grin. I smiled back and we both started laughing.
We were pretty good friends from then on.