Sunday, December 24, 2006 3:31:37 AM
Tagged. Oh boy. I have been told I must post five things that people generally dont know about me or, don't know about me. These will be pretty general things.
Okay, here goes.
1.) I can't sleep with any extremities outside the covers. Monsters.
2.) I found a human head in the mountains which solved a murder.
3.) I have never watched Seinfeld.
4.) I saved the lives of three children.
5.) I live in a house with a ghost and it is one of the most irritating things I have ever experienced. I don't tell anyone because they wouldn't believe it.
I have tagged:
lutherjw because I like his name.
Yudhisthira because I love this guy!
prosnan because the posts are easy to read. 0_o:sherlock:
musickna because he has a good attitude and therefore seems to be the type of person to tag.
Clinton well, just because I can.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006 2:42:42 PM
I am not a blogger. I don't blog. I don't even find the word itself attractive looking. Blog...sounds like a broken foghorn or like something a toad would cough up after eating a particularly nasty-tasting bug. My life isn't all that interesting to me anyway. I have never really kept a journal without gritting my teeth. I mean you live through something and then you have to record it and live through it again and that might be okay if you won the lottery or were just asked to be the wife of some king in a faraway land of magic, but then you could afford to have someone record it for you if you were still so pressed for something to do that you would record anything at all.
There is so much to do in the 3D world but it seems I am at the keyboard more and more these days. I go shopping and the first place I head is to electronics to check out another keyboard. I just found this great noiseless one because the tapping of the keyboard at the end of the day is worse than listening to someone chew with their mouth open.
I think eventually we will turn into a race of people with long, strong fingers that could poke out the eye of a bull at 200 yards only if we can support the huge heads we will have. Already I feel like I am just a head with fingers with little mouths at the ends that express my every thought and desire to the clacking sound that my pet bird, Ophelia, now imitates. So even when I am not typing, he is. Yes, it is a he named Ophelia, a long sordid story for another day. He bangs his head on his water dish with his beak and it sounds remarkably like typing. He doesn't get the typos I do though, and I don't get the headache he does.
Last week, my assistant and I were going to town for some such nonsense and I had my ankle crossed on my knee and as I was answering her conversationally baited hooks, I was unconsciously typing the entire exchange on my leg as we were speaking. She gave me a weird look and said that I am going to get out more if she has to drag me out of this mausoleum bodily, dragging my keyboard behind me, of course. I can just see it bumping unhappily along the ground twisting and turning as it rebels at being off of my desk where it has a cushy life. Sits on six feet of antique cherry wood, a sculpture, books, a few candles, a candy dish full of Soft Chew Vanilla Creme Rolaids, my new favorite candy with a purpose, and Halls Tropical Fruit cough drops because I am allergic to the bird and the cats who live in the house with me so I am always stuffed up. I have dreams about being a mouth-breather. Of course phones, monitor, all the rest of the office stuff. Why would a keyboard want to leave all that. This keyboard needs to know who the boss is anyway. If I have to leave, it has to come too. Fair is fair.
So, I am blogging. I am a blogger. I blog. I blog, therefore I am.
Tuesday, August 29, 2006 1:04:28 PM
THis morning I woke up to scratching at my front door. Well, digging at the front door. Three of the wolves had gotten out during the night and went down to the creek, swam, and then wanted to come in and visit. At 5AM I am not not the friendliest person to soaking wet wolves and they know this so when I pointed to the mudroom they slunk by and waited at the slider to get back into the pen from which they had escaped. So I was out very early looking for the breach in the fence. They had dug under the fence starting about three feet from the fence itself as there is chainlink laid on the ground, covered with packed dirt, and connected to the bottom of the upright fencing to keep them from digging out. The culprit is a wolf that I had when I had the pen built and I just can't believe he remembered where the ground barrier was. Which makes me wonder, if he is so smart to remember that, why isn't he smart enough to open the door and make them all tip-toe into the mudroom, open the slider and jump back in without waking me up. So, I was filling holes and making them understand that this is not something that we do anymore. Typical to wolves they will keep trying until something else captures their attention. Maybe another rabbit will get into the pen.
A few weeks ago I was here in my office and looking out of the window to see six males lined up at this one area of the pen obviously watching something and then looking at each other, then watching again. I moved to another window where I had a better vantage point and I can see this suicidal rabbit struggling, mind you, to get through the fence INTO the pen. The wolves were looking at each other like, "Do you believe this guy?" So, they sat there wagging their tails and watching the rabbit. That may have been the rabbits biggest mistake thinking the wagging tails meant "Welcome To Our Home!" The wolves were pretty comical looking at each other and the rabbit. Finally the hapless rabbit was through the fence and they all stood very still for a moment and then it was over. That doesn't bother me so much as why a rabbit would struggle to get INTO a pen with wolves. Suicide? Wife pregnant by some other wandering Lothario? Maybe it was the female trying to commit suicide...ahh, these questions that plague me.
In any event, they are all on my dark brown list today.
Monday, August 28, 2006 7:55:11 PM
Funny, all I was trying to do is get to the Opera Support desk (and now I am in the community, which is kind of nice)to find out why,when I dload Zone Alarm updates and other programs, as well, I sometimes get a page that has a mess o'symbols on it with the cautionary direction, as if I didn't know this, that the program does not run in DOS mode. I am clearly not in DOS mode so this is a disconcerting situation.
Unbeknownst to me, somewhere down the line, I must have stepped through a black hole into Update Hell because, for you script kids and malcontents out there:ninja: , I cannot update my firewall.
Does anyone know what is going on? Is it a matter of a browser setting somewhere? It doesn't do this in IE or Firefox, both of which I dont' care to use as I really enjoy Opera.
Can anyone offer a solution?
My Opera
