So by this point, everyone who knows me knows that I really hate technology BUT I give into it because, well, that is just that way it is these days. For quite some time now, I have not had a printer for my computer. I do some bookkeeping work on the computer, it isn't just for fun and games, and I really needed a printer. The last time I bought a printer was years, and I mean years ago. So, I went into Best Buy and all I really wanted was a very simple black and white printer that makes copies and doesn't need to be able to fax anything. Simple, very very very simple...and not expensive. I made my way to the printers and was almost attacked by the salesMEN! They really must work on commission because I felt like a piece of flypaper in a roomful of flies. It was weird but at least I wasn't waiting for someone to help me until the end of time.
Which reminds me of the time that I went to Wal-mart (I really don't like going there at all) and I had to pick up a basketball backboard for my grandson's birthday gift, I went to the very back of the store where they used to have a layaway department but now it is the area where you pick up things if you order online. I was waiting at the counter and there were a few employees who looked at me but didn't offer to help me. Then a few more employees showed up and then a few more and a few more until the entire room was almost FULL of Wal-mart employees who were sitting on all of the counters and talking amongst themselves. It was like...do I have a cloaking device on and they REALLY CAN'T see me? It so reminded me of the movie "The Birds" by Alfred Hitchcock. I was afraid these blue coated employees might end up attacking me or something. I left the room. Finally, my wife, Kathy came to my rescue and got the manager and we got the basketball backboard and left. The whole thing was way too creepy for me and I am never ordering anything online with Wal-mart again because I have absolutely no desire to reprise Tippi Hedron's role with Wal-mart employees playing the crows. NO WAY!
Anywhooo, back to Best Buy and printer shopping. I told the young man in the printer department exactly what I wanted and he got another associate to show me the exact printer I needed and ta-da it was a done deal. I checked out and was out of the store in no time. I even took the time to answer a questionnaire about the service I received at Best Buy because despite the "attack mode" of the associates it was a quick, simple and pleasant experience. I was happy and I have a new printer. Yeah!
The next day I set my task to install the printer. The last time I installed a printer you hooked it up, the computer recognized new hardware, you put in the disc, clicked install and it was done. Okay, remember when I said that the last time I bought a printer was years ago. Well, it wasn't really years ago, it was EONS ago based on my brand new printer installation experience.
First, I got out the directions because I have found that with computer equipment it is always best to follow the directions. Normally, I just don't "do" directions because most items that need assembly are fairly simply to do and directions just slow down the process of finishing the project. But, again, not in the case of computer equipment...directions are a must. So, off I go with my installation process! Yippee! The plugging in was easy and I happen to have a wireless network so that meant less wires and less plugging in! YEAH! I hate wires! I truly believe everything should be wireless...and I mean everything! When the Best Buy salesmen told me that the printer was wireless....I was sold!!! So, I am proceeding with the installation and the printer has to "talk" to my wireless network. That is so weird. I was TOLD, not asked mind you, but TOLD by the printer that I must put in the correct passcode. Okay, something is wrong now because the printer who just became a member of the family knows that I have a passcode and I didn't know I had a passcode. How does it know???? And why don't I know??? So, I put in a passcode that I use for other stuff. The printer YELLED at me...truly! She said, I feel that the printer must be a woman because she is getting quite disagreeable, that "I put in the wrong passcode and I need to check out why and correct it and get back with her and put in the correct passcode". I was just cut off by a printer! I couldn't believe it! What happened to the time when you put in the disc and the computer said "Install Now" and you, as the user, made the decisions. You were in charge. This was your computer and printer. No more, I say. The machines are now telling US what to do.
I had no choice in the matter at this point and had to find the passcode. Luckily, the friend who had installed the wireless network wrote everything down on a piece of paper which included the INFAMOUS PASSCODE! So I went back to the printer and enter the wireless passcode and I'll be darn, the printer started installing and blinking and doing all sorts of flashing lights and told me to WAIT. I figured she'd let me know when she was done installing and/or needed me again. I swear if the printer had hands she just would have pushed me out of the way and said "human, move over, I got this!". So, off and on, the printer told me what to do but basically had the whole installation process under control....until.....the little screen started flashing "critical failure". Are you kidding me! I have spent the last hour soothing the likes of a bossy printer and being subservient to this inanimate object and now she says "critical failure". At this point, I think the printer who is now duly named, Bossy, was messing with me hard. Really hard. I actually cussed at this moment in time. Something I rarely every do. I was disgusted. Printers playing mind games..what has the world come to now. Well, I showed ole Bossy! I shut her down and unplugged her. HA! Now who is the boss, I say! Thinking to myself...you can't be bossy if you aren't plugged in to a wall socket! I'll show you! So I took my good old time ..... waiting....waiting....waiting...and then I plugged the bossy printer back in and took control this time. You will install correctly, I said. No more messing with me! Well, I guess Bossy responds better to an in charge kind of gal because she complied and now I have a nice obedient printer just waiting for my command to print something important. She is even putting up with our cats who like to lounge on her. However, as to not push my luck, I did put a towel over her sleek black casing so she wouldn't get scratched by the cat claws or fuzzy from the cat shedding. Now, Bossy seems perfectly content and has learned how to be a part of our family. Thank goodness!
Until next time,
Anne
Sunday, May 29, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Robert Frost Sucks
When I was in high school, I had several favorite writers when it came to my English class. I truly enjoyed the works of Pearl Buck and Henry David Thoreau. I never was much for Shakespeare but I did enjoy The Merchant of Venice. That was a great story. I always enjoyed poetry and was especially fond of Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". I enjoyed and was enthralled by the whole concept of the poem. I was never one to follow the pack.
I liked being different and sometimes I was different just because I was, not because I tried. Sometimes being different was difficult. I was shy and still am shy. Sometimes I feel like I just see things or feel things differently than other people. I am very old fashioned in so many ways and I have always felt like an "old soul" even when I was a youngster. I was never part of the "in crowd". I never really wanted to part of that "in crowd" to be honest. I was never giggly or silly or all into making some fashion statement or have the latest fad item of clothing. I was always overweight and went through that awkward pimples, glasses and braces phase. That was such a joy! My friends were always the different people too and I never had a lot of friends. I had a few friends that were loyal and just special individuals. No one I associated with were divas or drama queens or cheerleaders or anything. For example, my best friend in junior high school learned how to fly a plane and got her pilot's license at 15 years old. She was something back then and continued on that path as an adult.
So when I thought about Robert Frost's poem, I always related to it. I felt like I always took the less traveled path in life. I rather liked it as I don't want to be like a cow that just follows the herd and runs off a cliff. No! Not me!
As I grew up, I made some different choices. I didn't go to college to "get away and party" like so many young people do. Instead, I started working. I had a high work ethic although a lot of people my own age didn't at all. I became a mom at 19-years-old when my daughter was born while most of the girls I knew had no thoughts of anything more than their hair products or what was going on the coming Friday night. I was much more serious than them. And even in my shyness, I eventually started my own home-based business. I was tired of office politics and lackadaisical work standards as that just wasn't me. It took a risk and took control and it panned out.
Then 13 years ago I took another risk that changed my whole life. I realized that I was gay and embraced the fact of who I really was. Talk about going down a less traveled path....I really did it. I lost a lot in this process but I found myself and it's the best thing I ever did. I am different and it is all good.
So for quite some time, I have been travelling down this less traveled path and in the process I have found my soul mate and myself. It is a wonderful thing.
But, at the same time, I have realized that the less traveled path can be a royal pain! The hardest part of this path isn't finding yourself it's about what you do as a profession in your life. The less travelled path is for the dreamers. I am one of them. Dreamers have visions and magnificent plans in their brains that constantly go 'round and 'round. Dreamers, I believe, are the people that make things happen and make things change. The dreamers go out on the limb and risk it all. Dreamers are never complacent about life. Dreamers actually seek out that less travelled path and want to run down it even with the brambles and ruts. It's a crazy thing to seek it out...the difficulties and the hardships. But I am hoping that Robert Frost was right. I am hoping that the road not taken is the right road. A road where your blood, sweat and soul and all that you are as a person and all you have to give is worth the walk through the difficulties. In my heart, I do believe it is worth it. But if for any reason I am wrong...then I am going to say that Robert Frost sucks!
Until next time,
Anne
I liked being different and sometimes I was different just because I was, not because I tried. Sometimes being different was difficult. I was shy and still am shy. Sometimes I feel like I just see things or feel things differently than other people. I am very old fashioned in so many ways and I have always felt like an "old soul" even when I was a youngster. I was never part of the "in crowd". I never really wanted to part of that "in crowd" to be honest. I was never giggly or silly or all into making some fashion statement or have the latest fad item of clothing. I was always overweight and went through that awkward pimples, glasses and braces phase. That was such a joy! My friends were always the different people too and I never had a lot of friends. I had a few friends that were loyal and just special individuals. No one I associated with were divas or drama queens or cheerleaders or anything. For example, my best friend in junior high school learned how to fly a plane and got her pilot's license at 15 years old. She was something back then and continued on that path as an adult.
So when I thought about Robert Frost's poem, I always related to it. I felt like I always took the less traveled path in life. I rather liked it as I don't want to be like a cow that just follows the herd and runs off a cliff. No! Not me!
As I grew up, I made some different choices. I didn't go to college to "get away and party" like so many young people do. Instead, I started working. I had a high work ethic although a lot of people my own age didn't at all. I became a mom at 19-years-old when my daughter was born while most of the girls I knew had no thoughts of anything more than their hair products or what was going on the coming Friday night. I was much more serious than them. And even in my shyness, I eventually started my own home-based business. I was tired of office politics and lackadaisical work standards as that just wasn't me. It took a risk and took control and it panned out.
Then 13 years ago I took another risk that changed my whole life. I realized that I was gay and embraced the fact of who I really was. Talk about going down a less traveled path....I really did it. I lost a lot in this process but I found myself and it's the best thing I ever did. I am different and it is all good.
So for quite some time, I have been travelling down this less traveled path and in the process I have found my soul mate and myself. It is a wonderful thing.
But, at the same time, I have realized that the less traveled path can be a royal pain! The hardest part of this path isn't finding yourself it's about what you do as a profession in your life. The less travelled path is for the dreamers. I am one of them. Dreamers have visions and magnificent plans in their brains that constantly go 'round and 'round. Dreamers, I believe, are the people that make things happen and make things change. The dreamers go out on the limb and risk it all. Dreamers are never complacent about life. Dreamers actually seek out that less travelled path and want to run down it even with the brambles and ruts. It's a crazy thing to seek it out...the difficulties and the hardships. But I am hoping that Robert Frost was right. I am hoping that the road not taken is the right road. A road where your blood, sweat and soul and all that you are as a person and all you have to give is worth the walk through the difficulties. In my heart, I do believe it is worth it. But if for any reason I am wrong...then I am going to say that Robert Frost sucks!
Until next time,
Anne
The Monkey Took My Ladder
Crazy title isn't it. Well I promise it will make sense, eventually. I had this habit, and actually still do, about picking the fuzz or loose hair off of Kathy's shirt. One day Kathy said, "you are just like a monkey picking stuff off of me!". I had to agree, monkeys do tend to pick "things" off of each other. Well, then she went on to add, "you are like the Queen of the Monkey People!". I had never been a queen of anything so I thought it was kind of cool to be a queen even if it was of the monkey people. Seemed like quite an honor! At about this time, Kathy and I were on a bowling league. That seems unrelated but actually it isn't at all. The other members of our bowling team were informed that I was THE Queen of the Monkey People as I had no problem in picking fuzz off of Kathy's shirt even in a public place like the bowling alley! Our team members felt quite "honored" to have a queen on their team and when my birthday rolled around I was given hand towels with little crowns embroidered on them and a button that said "make way for the queen" and several other very queenly type gifts.
Well, news spread quickly and our friends, especially Rebecca and John, found out about my royal title and I was bestowed many gifts on special occasions such as an actual barrel of monkeys - stuffed monkeys in all shapes, colors and sizes. I received a flying monkey that had a red cape which flew across the room with a contraption that looked like a big rubber band. I also received many little porcelain monkeys, and pencil topper monkeys, and monkey puzzles and monkey band aids and every other type of monkey paraphernalia known to man. It was great! I was the queen and I had a bunch of little monkey subjects even if they were stuffed or came in different shapes and materials.
I even had an experience that I will never forget when I looked out my window and I had LIVE monkey people in the trees in our backyard! We were having our trees thinned and much to my surprise there were a bunch of guys swinging from ropes between the trees and trimming the branches! It was like they knew the Queen of the Monkey People lived in our house and they were putting on a spectacle for ME! It was awesome!
Now some time has passed and I have enjoyed all of my monkey business! It has been great fun! Recently, I have taken a liking to computer games that have hidden objects and seek-and-find scenes. I purchased a game called "Return to Mysterious Island". This is a very cool game! The premise is a girl is stranded on an island and you have to help her get off of the island. You do this by finding different items that help repair her cell phone or make sure she eats or build a fire. In the course of the game, she befriends, GUESS WHAT, a monkey!!! His name is Jep and you have to nurse him back to health and in return he helps out.
So I really felt like the Queen of the Monkey People all over again because now I actually had a cyber simulated monkey! Too cool! Unfortunately, where there is a nice monkey friend there also happens to be not so nice monkeys on this island. The mean monkeys throw things at you and have clubs to prevent you from proceeding in the game. For these mean monkeys, you must make them homemade cakes or a potion that will make them go to sleep. It is hard to appease these monkeys and I was a tad annoyed because they obviously did NOT know that I am The Queen of the Monkey People and I should not be treated harshly. I tried my best to make these bad monkeys respect me and as I was playing the game I was talking to them.
Kathy, who was sitting in the room reading at the time, was quite amused that I was talking to the computer game. Then all of the sudden, I shouted, "the monkey stole my ladder!". Kathy surely thought I had lost my mind but I couldn't help it! I was trying to climb up this cliff with a ladder that I had made and this darn monkey took my ladder! It was appalling and caused me quite a bit of grief in playing the game because then I had to go all the way around the dumb island in order to get where I needed to go. If that monkey hadn't stolen my ladder it would have been just fine and dandy. I tried getting my ladder back by giving that monkey a cake or a coconut or anything I could think of that was available in the game but he totally refused. He was not a nice monkey at all. I was completely annoyed. I tried to have my monkey friend Jep appeal to him but there was no bargaining and even Jep said "no way" to me. I gave that mean monkey a good talking to but nothing worked. He totally ignored me.
So my conclusion is that totally without my knowledge I must have been dethroned as The Queen of the Monkey People. If I can't get respect from the computer simulated monkey then I won't have much luck with a real one! And even my friend monkey, Jep, that I totally nursed back to health, wouldn't help me out. It is quite disappointing all the way around!
So, I must have had my 15 minutes of fame and now it is over. Now I will just return the regular old Anne without any title. But, at least, I can look back and know that for a short time I really was The Queen of the Monkey People and I did a good job during my reign. Now I pass the torch onto the next candidate whomever that may be. I hope you don't run into any insolent and rude cyber monkeys during your reign because I wouldn't want you to get surprisingly usurped like I did! So good luck to you, next Queen. If by any chance you need any advice don't hesitate to ask as I am quite an authority on monkey business!
Until next time,
Anne
Well, news spread quickly and our friends, especially Rebecca and John, found out about my royal title and I was bestowed many gifts on special occasions such as an actual barrel of monkeys - stuffed monkeys in all shapes, colors and sizes. I received a flying monkey that had a red cape which flew across the room with a contraption that looked like a big rubber band. I also received many little porcelain monkeys, and pencil topper monkeys, and monkey puzzles and monkey band aids and every other type of monkey paraphernalia known to man. It was great! I was the queen and I had a bunch of little monkey subjects even if they were stuffed or came in different shapes and materials.
I even had an experience that I will never forget when I looked out my window and I had LIVE monkey people in the trees in our backyard! We were having our trees thinned and much to my surprise there were a bunch of guys swinging from ropes between the trees and trimming the branches! It was like they knew the Queen of the Monkey People lived in our house and they were putting on a spectacle for ME! It was awesome!
Now some time has passed and I have enjoyed all of my monkey business! It has been great fun! Recently, I have taken a liking to computer games that have hidden objects and seek-and-find scenes. I purchased a game called "Return to Mysterious Island". This is a very cool game! The premise is a girl is stranded on an island and you have to help her get off of the island. You do this by finding different items that help repair her cell phone or make sure she eats or build a fire. In the course of the game, she befriends, GUESS WHAT, a monkey!!! His name is Jep and you have to nurse him back to health and in return he helps out.
So I really felt like the Queen of the Monkey People all over again because now I actually had a cyber simulated monkey! Too cool! Unfortunately, where there is a nice monkey friend there also happens to be not so nice monkeys on this island. The mean monkeys throw things at you and have clubs to prevent you from proceeding in the game. For these mean monkeys, you must make them homemade cakes or a potion that will make them go to sleep. It is hard to appease these monkeys and I was a tad annoyed because they obviously did NOT know that I am The Queen of the Monkey People and I should not be treated harshly. I tried my best to make these bad monkeys respect me and as I was playing the game I was talking to them.
Kathy, who was sitting in the room reading at the time, was quite amused that I was talking to the computer game. Then all of the sudden, I shouted, "the monkey stole my ladder!". Kathy surely thought I had lost my mind but I couldn't help it! I was trying to climb up this cliff with a ladder that I had made and this darn monkey took my ladder! It was appalling and caused me quite a bit of grief in playing the game because then I had to go all the way around the dumb island in order to get where I needed to go. If that monkey hadn't stolen my ladder it would have been just fine and dandy. I tried getting my ladder back by giving that monkey a cake or a coconut or anything I could think of that was available in the game but he totally refused. He was not a nice monkey at all. I was completely annoyed. I tried to have my monkey friend Jep appeal to him but there was no bargaining and even Jep said "no way" to me. I gave that mean monkey a good talking to but nothing worked. He totally ignored me.
So my conclusion is that totally without my knowledge I must have been dethroned as The Queen of the Monkey People. If I can't get respect from the computer simulated monkey then I won't have much luck with a real one! And even my friend monkey, Jep, that I totally nursed back to health, wouldn't help me out. It is quite disappointing all the way around!
So, I must have had my 15 minutes of fame and now it is over. Now I will just return the regular old Anne without any title. But, at least, I can look back and know that for a short time I really was The Queen of the Monkey People and I did a good job during my reign. Now I pass the torch onto the next candidate whomever that may be. I hope you don't run into any insolent and rude cyber monkeys during your reign because I wouldn't want you to get surprisingly usurped like I did! So good luck to you, next Queen. If by any chance you need any advice don't hesitate to ask as I am quite an authority on monkey business!
Until next time,
Anne
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Games Shows
Okay, I admit I don’t watch too much television. I find it very difficult to find anything to amuse me or interest me in any way. I do like crime stories so I watch Law & Order S.V.U. and Criminal Minds. I always wanted to be a forensic pathologist for the F.B.I. so these types of shows interest me. I used to watch Law & Order: Criminal Intent but ever since Vincent D’noforo and Kathryn Erbe left I have no interest in the show even though I LOVE Jeff Goldblum. It just isn’t the same for me any longer. I took a long look at Cold Case and did like it but ….nah after a while. And I didn’t mind C.S.I. but I really prefer William Peterson over Laurence Fishburne. Just a personal choice you know although Gorja Fox is cool and so is Marg Helgenberger. Why do these actors have to have such difficult names to spell anyway!!! Now on the other hand, “Glee” is one of my favorite shows and I will not miss it EVER. If I am not home, then the TIVO gets if for me. It is by far the best show on T.V. as far as I am concerned and extremely entertaining. I love the music, I care about the characters and Jane Lynch as Sue Sylvester is a “scream”. The whole show is awesome and I just love it to pieces. Which brings me to my story of the day…rather evening. I saw a repeat of “Glee” which was wonderful!!!! Then after ”Glee”, there is a show called “Million Dollar Drop”. So, it starts and I am doing laundry while watching and OH MY GOODNESS. I cannot believe what I am seeing. This show is a game show. I actually like some game shows like Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune and an occasional Price is Right. But this show, OH MY GOODNESS. The premise of this game is that a couple gets a $1 million dollars and they can keep the money if they answer questions correctly. The way it works is that a question is asked and there are possible answers. The answers are EACH on a little platform and the couple chooses which answers they feel are correct and actually place banded groups of money on the different platforms that match the answers they feel will be correct. When the correct answer is revealed the money on the incorrect platforms is DROPPED and the money on the correct platform stays. So, the name of the show is “Million Dollar DROP”. I guess on the surface that seems fairly logical. But, that isn’t the problem. The problem is the questions! OH MY GOODNESS. Okay, here is an example: “What ingredient is NOT on a Big Mac?" The possible answers are Pickle, Tomato or Lettuce. Are you serious? Really? I mean, REALLY? We are talking ONE MILLION DOLLARS. Hello...”two all-beef patties, special sauce, LETTUCE, cheese, PICKLES, onions on a sesame seed bun”! On what planet do you live that you do not know this information! Guess what!?!? The contestants didn’t know! They actually pondered the answer and I don’t mean pondered I mean PONDERED! OH MY GOODNESS! In case you are wondering, this one question was not an accident. Here is another example: “What marshmallow shape was NOT in Lucky Charms?” The choice of answers was a horseshoe, a heart, a clover or a rabbit’s foot. REALLY, are you serious? I personally have never eaten Lucky Charms but I knew the answer….duh, rabbit’s foot! (I really don’t want to eat marshmallows in my cereal, but that is just me). Anywhoo, the contestants actually DEBATED about whether hearts were in Lucky Charms versus a rabbit’s foot. OH MY GOODNESS! At this point, I left the room because doing laundry was much more intellectually stimulating than this show! At this point, a passing thought was how you get on this show in order to win a million dollars!?! But, then it became apparent….there must be criteria to get on this show. The only criteria I could imagine was total utter and complete STUPIDITY. A thought occurred that stupidity could be faked but all I could do was shake my head in total disgust over the whole thing, really. It brought to mind this movie I have seen called “Idiocracy”. The story about this particular movie is long and involved but in a nutshell is it about the total and complete decline of intelligence of human beings in the future. It is worth a watch if you haven’t seen it. When I saw the movie I thought to myself that would never happen. Well, I was totally proved wrong by watching “Million Dollar Drop”. It is happening right now, right here and at this very moment. It is rather frightening to be honest. So, if you find yourself with nothing to do on a Tuesday night and you notice that “Million Dollar Drop” is on and you are in the mood to be totally and utterly appalled by the decline in the human intellectual condition turn it on and feel very sorry for the contestants on the show OR you can choose to do laundry like I did and at least feel like a productive person.
Until next time,
Anne
Until next time,
Anne
Perceptions and Snippets
I have a perception about myself that I am a relatively nice person. Well I try to be nice to everyone. I don't like trauma OR drama and avoid it if at all possible. But as I think about it I realize that I am very particular and have certain things that I am quite adamant about to the nth degree. So because of that I don't know if it really effects my nice factor or if it is okay to be nice and particular at the same time. I just know that there are certain things I feel very strongly about and I am not likely to ever change my mind no matter what!
For instance, Home Depot is decorated in orange. Why? Orange is a "hot" color and not very conducive to shopping in a pleasant environment because it makes you feel HOT! Like you are in a fireplace or something. I want to go in the store but then I realize I am pushing this orange buggy and I am surrounded by orange decorations and I just want to leave. Even if the prices are 10% lower I really don't care. I hate orange. I feel like it is eternal Halloween in the store and although I like Halloween and pumpkins, I wouldn't want to live in a pumpkin or shop in a pumpkin because orange just isn't all that. It is way too HOT! I much prefer the serene blue of Lowes. Now that is a much more pleasant experience. It is like you are in the clouds or the water. Very nice and very serene shopping experience. Blue rules and orange sucks! Worse nightmare? Shopping at Home Depot on Halloween!
Here is another one. Chick Fil-A......what is that? Didn't they mean Chick Filet? It is totally and completely spelled wrong. I will not go there to eat. If you don't know how to spell then I am not going to your establishment. Period. End of story. "Fil-A" isn't even a real word. It is stupid. And not that I think the management should do this BUT if they want people to pronounce it Fil-A then there should be a tilde above the "A" so you know it is a long "A" and not a short "A". That is all I have to say about that. I still wouldn't go.
Along the same lines is Toys R Us. To point out the problem just in this writing let me say that the "R" is supposed to be a backwards "R". My typewriter will not even type that because it is WRONG. I do get the "R" meaning "are". That is okay by me. But why does the "R" have to be backwards? Aren't you just messing with people with dyslexia not to mention that this IS a children's store and you are being impressionable on young minds to show a letter so incredibly wrong that it isn't even on a standard keyboard. I don't want to go there and shop. It really bothers me. But, I have four grandchildren so every so often I have to go there and totally cringe each and every time. I feel like I am compromising my principals of good grammar. Enough said.
Okay...here's a good one. The name of the street that I live on has to sound okay. I don't want to live on any funky named street. I don't want to live on a street with 1/2 in the number...like 112 1/2 street. That's just wrong. I don't want to live on a street with a person's name like Joseph Hooker Avenue. NO! NO! NO! Not only is that just bad but "hooker" really and truly? Who thought that sounded good? NO.....!!!!! Then there is Branched Antler Court...no way! Then there are street names that are combinations of names like Benmarv Drive and Rexmatt Avenue. Absolutely not! Even if I found the perfect home I would NEVER and I mean NEVER live on a street with a funky name. I couldn't deal with it...looking at the address on my checks or telling someone that I live on 5 1/2 Joe Johnson Street. What an embarrassing thing to tell. You would think that developers would have more sense. Would they want to live at 5 1/2 Joe Johnson Street? I don't think so. Street names should be solid names with some sort of formality and strength. Nothing too complicated. Very straightforward and normal. I live on Brooklawn Avenue. That is a nice name. Nothing crazy and nothing complicated. It sounds normal and nice. That is just how I feel about it. So if you live on a street with a funky name....I am sorry. Think about it next time if you ever move.
Dumb commercials. I despise dumb commercials! I am very particular about how I am informed about a product. I want to know the facts and be able to discern if the product is right for me. I don't want my intelligence to be insulted. Please give me some credit. So, my newest dumb commercial example is the one for Snickers with Peanut Butter and the sharks. That doesn't even go together in my opinion. The sharks are being "interviewed" after having EATEN people. The sharks are in a board room and they are TALKING and they are NOT IN WATER. The sharks preferred the person who recently ate a Peanut Butter Snickers over the other person who did not. Do I have to say any more? This would NOT encourage me to buy a Peanut Butter Snickers which is the point of the commercial. Too bad for Snickers! Also, Kathy tried one because of the commercial (insert sigh) and she said it sucks!
I think the thing that is most disturbing to me is lack of attention to detail by the human population as a whole. Now I really don't mean every single person. But, I truly believe that 90% don't get the details of life and 10% do get the details of life. This is my biggest gripe of all time. We were all given a brain and reasoning. Why not use it? I may be odd but I do think that the "little things" in life really do add up. Being good to your spouse by doing something small but significant, paying attention to your job and doing it well and if you are in the public eye making sure you give proper attention to the customer or client. I get very tired of people wanting something for nothing. That isn't how it works. You give and then you receive. And the most important part of that is not doing anything for what you get. You do things because it is the right thing to do or it makes you feel good to give. I think everyone has forgotten that except the few. The few righteous people who are on the path of being great people. I feel very adamant about this fact. It isn't about being selfish or coming in ahead of everyone else due to greed. It is about compassion and care and love. This is what gets you ahead in life. And, paying attention to people and their needs and the details of their life is what is important and makes all the difference. So take your life and be particular and look at the fine details and figure it out. Do the right things. Make a difference and don't be a cookie cutter cutout of the next person who just doesn't get the real meaning of life. Care! Take Care! Be real and pay attention to all the details because it really does matter.
Until next time.
Anne
For instance, Home Depot is decorated in orange. Why? Orange is a "hot" color and not very conducive to shopping in a pleasant environment because it makes you feel HOT! Like you are in a fireplace or something. I want to go in the store but then I realize I am pushing this orange buggy and I am surrounded by orange decorations and I just want to leave. Even if the prices are 10% lower I really don't care. I hate orange. I feel like it is eternal Halloween in the store and although I like Halloween and pumpkins, I wouldn't want to live in a pumpkin or shop in a pumpkin because orange just isn't all that. It is way too HOT! I much prefer the serene blue of Lowes. Now that is a much more pleasant experience. It is like you are in the clouds or the water. Very nice and very serene shopping experience. Blue rules and orange sucks! Worse nightmare? Shopping at Home Depot on Halloween!
Here is another one. Chick Fil-A......what is that? Didn't they mean Chick Filet? It is totally and completely spelled wrong. I will not go there to eat. If you don't know how to spell then I am not going to your establishment. Period. End of story. "Fil-A" isn't even a real word. It is stupid. And not that I think the management should do this BUT if they want people to pronounce it Fil-A then there should be a tilde above the "A" so you know it is a long "A" and not a short "A". That is all I have to say about that. I still wouldn't go.
Along the same lines is Toys R Us. To point out the problem just in this writing let me say that the "R" is supposed to be a backwards "R". My typewriter will not even type that because it is WRONG. I do get the "R" meaning "are". That is okay by me. But why does the "R" have to be backwards? Aren't you just messing with people with dyslexia not to mention that this IS a children's store and you are being impressionable on young minds to show a letter so incredibly wrong that it isn't even on a standard keyboard. I don't want to go there and shop. It really bothers me. But, I have four grandchildren so every so often I have to go there and totally cringe each and every time. I feel like I am compromising my principals of good grammar. Enough said.
Okay...here's a good one. The name of the street that I live on has to sound okay. I don't want to live on any funky named street. I don't want to live on a street with 1/2 in the number...like 112 1/2 street. That's just wrong. I don't want to live on a street with a person's name like Joseph Hooker Avenue. NO! NO! NO! Not only is that just bad but "hooker" really and truly? Who thought that sounded good? NO.....!!!!! Then there is Branched Antler Court...no way! Then there are street names that are combinations of names like Benmarv Drive and Rexmatt Avenue. Absolutely not! Even if I found the perfect home I would NEVER and I mean NEVER live on a street with a funky name. I couldn't deal with it...looking at the address on my checks or telling someone that I live on 5 1/2 Joe Johnson Street. What an embarrassing thing to tell. You would think that developers would have more sense. Would they want to live at 5 1/2 Joe Johnson Street? I don't think so. Street names should be solid names with some sort of formality and strength. Nothing too complicated. Very straightforward and normal. I live on Brooklawn Avenue. That is a nice name. Nothing crazy and nothing complicated. It sounds normal and nice. That is just how I feel about it. So if you live on a street with a funky name....I am sorry. Think about it next time if you ever move.
Dumb commercials. I despise dumb commercials! I am very particular about how I am informed about a product. I want to know the facts and be able to discern if the product is right for me. I don't want my intelligence to be insulted. Please give me some credit. So, my newest dumb commercial example is the one for Snickers with Peanut Butter and the sharks. That doesn't even go together in my opinion. The sharks are being "interviewed" after having EATEN people. The sharks are in a board room and they are TALKING and they are NOT IN WATER. The sharks preferred the person who recently ate a Peanut Butter Snickers over the other person who did not. Do I have to say any more? This would NOT encourage me to buy a Peanut Butter Snickers which is the point of the commercial. Too bad for Snickers! Also, Kathy tried one because of the commercial (insert sigh) and she said it sucks!
I think the thing that is most disturbing to me is lack of attention to detail by the human population as a whole. Now I really don't mean every single person. But, I truly believe that 90% don't get the details of life and 10% do get the details of life. This is my biggest gripe of all time. We were all given a brain and reasoning. Why not use it? I may be odd but I do think that the "little things" in life really do add up. Being good to your spouse by doing something small but significant, paying attention to your job and doing it well and if you are in the public eye making sure you give proper attention to the customer or client. I get very tired of people wanting something for nothing. That isn't how it works. You give and then you receive. And the most important part of that is not doing anything for what you get. You do things because it is the right thing to do or it makes you feel good to give. I think everyone has forgotten that except the few. The few righteous people who are on the path of being great people. I feel very adamant about this fact. It isn't about being selfish or coming in ahead of everyone else due to greed. It is about compassion and care and love. This is what gets you ahead in life. And, paying attention to people and their needs and the details of their life is what is important and makes all the difference. So take your life and be particular and look at the fine details and figure it out. Do the right things. Make a difference and don't be a cookie cutter cutout of the next person who just doesn't get the real meaning of life. Care! Take Care! Be real and pay attention to all the details because it really does matter.
Until next time.
Anne
Girl Scout Cookies
It is the time of year for Girl Scout cookies! These cookies are like seeing fireworks on the 4th of July. They get the "oooohh" and "aaaaah" response. Everyone likes Girl Scout cookies! There are the Thin Mints, the Samoas, the Do Si Do's, the Trefoils and all of the other varieties. Everyone has a favorite! My favorite is the Do Si Do's as I love peanut butter cookies! And let me tell you, I have eaten and sold my share of Girl Scout cookies because I was involved the the scouts from the time I was in grade school as a Brownie all the way to being a Senior Scout. I have seen boxes and boxes of Girl Scout cookies in my lifetime. I think I even earned a badge for selling them! I earned lots of badges over the years and had to do a lot of crazy stuff to get them too
I remember the time that I had to go on a makeshift camping trip down by the creek where I lived back in the 1960's. I brought my mom and dad along to participate. I had to make a campfire, cook food, wash the dishes and practice all of the safety procedures for camping. The big trick was the lighting the campfire. I had to gather the straw, kindling, twigs and a few larger pieces of wood from the surrounding woods. I laid everything out on a big rock that was beside the creek and started setting up my little campfire. I was so enthusiastic about it as in my heart I am a true fire bug. I am totally fascinated by fire! (Don't let that worry you though, I am not a serial killer.) So, I got everything ready and took out my matches -- yes we were allowed to use matches and not really "rough it" like Tom Hanks had to do in "Castaway"! Thank goodness!! So there I am trying to light the match and of course it was a little windy that day. I was having a heck of a time. Well, unbeknown to me, my dad had brought along lighter fluid. Oh yea! And when I wasn't looking he doused my little campfire with a nice squirt of that lighter fluid. Guess what happened?? I got the match to light and stay lit and stuck it next to my campfire and WHOOOOSH! FLAMES!! I just about fell over from the shock and luckily I still had my eyebrows intact! Good thing I already had my First Aid badge! At the time I remember being upset with my dad because I didn't want to earn my badge due to cheating with the lighter fluid. He just laughed at me and said it would be okay. I was seven years old...I believed him! So now that I had my campfire, I proceeded to cook a meal on my trusty Girl Scout pans. The pans were neat because they all fit together with a little clamp and you ended up having three little pans not to mention the REALLY cool collapsible cup. Remember the collapsible cups??? You have to be my age to remember that! (you figure it out - I was 7 years old in 1964 and ladies don't tell their age!) If you aren't old enough you really missed it because they were too cool! I am sure that my campfire meal consisted of baked beans because what would a Girl Scout meal be without beans! And, of course, smores for dessert...those yummy marshmallow, melty chocolate graham cracker thingys. A scout staple around every campfire. I always started scoping out the perfect stick for the marshmallow as soon as I got settled during any camping trip! This day was no different! And, I liked my marshmallow burnt on the outside and runny on the inside. YUM! YUM! I remember that day so well and I accomplished everything I needed to do in order to earn my Campfire badge. I even went in the creek and captured some tadpoles. That was the deal! I don't think kids today even know what a tadpole is! Too bad! It was so much fun and then you would end up with lots of frogs in your yard!
Anywhoo back to the Girl Scout cookies. As I said, I have sold my share of them. So this year, I got my box of Do Si Do's. I opened the box of 24 cookies that cost $3.50 and was a bit surprised. My Do Si Do was about the size of a Susan B. Anthony dollar. What happened? My cookie shrunk..not just a little but a whole lot! I remember Do Si Do's being as big as a silver dollar and much thicker. It's like two of this years cookies are about the size of the cookie I remember having in the past. I felt cheated by the Girl Scouts! I mean if you went into Starbucks and bought a cookie that was the size of a Susan B. Anthony dollar would you expect to pay $1.25 for it! Really! Truly! I don't think so. I think you would feel there was some price gouging going on. But obviously there is some magic in Girl Scout cookies because we just hand over the money and we are HAPPY to do it. It is sort of like in Field of Dreams -- "Build it and they will come!". With Girl Scout cookies it would be "bake it and they will eat"! I think if the cookies were $5.00 per box we would buy them. Which makes me wonder...is there something IN the Girl Scout cookies that we don't know about. Some subliminal ingredient that draws us to the cookie...??? We must ponder this question. So the next time you have your favorite Girl Scout cookie take a good look at it because somehow it has turned into an iconic cookie that we will pay any price to have even if they get smaller and smaller every year.
Until next time,
Anne
I remember the time that I had to go on a makeshift camping trip down by the creek where I lived back in the 1960's. I brought my mom and dad along to participate. I had to make a campfire, cook food, wash the dishes and practice all of the safety procedures for camping. The big trick was the lighting the campfire. I had to gather the straw, kindling, twigs and a few larger pieces of wood from the surrounding woods. I laid everything out on a big rock that was beside the creek and started setting up my little campfire. I was so enthusiastic about it as in my heart I am a true fire bug. I am totally fascinated by fire! (Don't let that worry you though, I am not a serial killer.) So, I got everything ready and took out my matches -- yes we were allowed to use matches and not really "rough it" like Tom Hanks had to do in "Castaway"! Thank goodness!! So there I am trying to light the match and of course it was a little windy that day. I was having a heck of a time. Well, unbeknown to me, my dad had brought along lighter fluid. Oh yea! And when I wasn't looking he doused my little campfire with a nice squirt of that lighter fluid. Guess what happened?? I got the match to light and stay lit and stuck it next to my campfire and WHOOOOSH! FLAMES!! I just about fell over from the shock and luckily I still had my eyebrows intact! Good thing I already had my First Aid badge! At the time I remember being upset with my dad because I didn't want to earn my badge due to cheating with the lighter fluid. He just laughed at me and said it would be okay. I was seven years old...I believed him! So now that I had my campfire, I proceeded to cook a meal on my trusty Girl Scout pans. The pans were neat because they all fit together with a little clamp and you ended up having three little pans not to mention the REALLY cool collapsible cup. Remember the collapsible cups??? You have to be my age to remember that! (you figure it out - I was 7 years old in 1964 and ladies don't tell their age!) If you aren't old enough you really missed it because they were too cool! I am sure that my campfire meal consisted of baked beans because what would a Girl Scout meal be without beans! And, of course, smores for dessert...those yummy marshmallow, melty chocolate graham cracker thingys. A scout staple around every campfire. I always started scoping out the perfect stick for the marshmallow as soon as I got settled during any camping trip! This day was no different! And, I liked my marshmallow burnt on the outside and runny on the inside. YUM! YUM! I remember that day so well and I accomplished everything I needed to do in order to earn my Campfire badge. I even went in the creek and captured some tadpoles. That was the deal! I don't think kids today even know what a tadpole is! Too bad! It was so much fun and then you would end up with lots of frogs in your yard!
Anywhoo back to the Girl Scout cookies. As I said, I have sold my share of them. So this year, I got my box of Do Si Do's. I opened the box of 24 cookies that cost $3.50 and was a bit surprised. My Do Si Do was about the size of a Susan B. Anthony dollar. What happened? My cookie shrunk..not just a little but a whole lot! I remember Do Si Do's being as big as a silver dollar and much thicker. It's like two of this years cookies are about the size of the cookie I remember having in the past. I felt cheated by the Girl Scouts! I mean if you went into Starbucks and bought a cookie that was the size of a Susan B. Anthony dollar would you expect to pay $1.25 for it! Really! Truly! I don't think so. I think you would feel there was some price gouging going on. But obviously there is some magic in Girl Scout cookies because we just hand over the money and we are HAPPY to do it. It is sort of like in Field of Dreams -- "Build it and they will come!". With Girl Scout cookies it would be "bake it and they will eat"! I think if the cookies were $5.00 per box we would buy them. Which makes me wonder...is there something IN the Girl Scout cookies that we don't know about. Some subliminal ingredient that draws us to the cookie...??? We must ponder this question. So the next time you have your favorite Girl Scout cookie take a good look at it because somehow it has turned into an iconic cookie that we will pay any price to have even if they get smaller and smaller every year.
Until next time,
Anne
Technology Part Two
Oh I am so not done talking about technology. Let's talk television. As I mentioned previously, I grew up with a black and white television that was 19" size. It had a rotary dial and worked just fine. The television season ran from September to June each year and we had a whopping THREE channels to choose from if you don't include PBS which was always a little fuzzy on our T.V. and mostly showed religious programs or symphonies. We had ABC, NBC and CBS to pick from as our stations and everyone had the same stations which were 3, 8 and 12. Everyone had an antenna on their roof to get reception with the occasional aluminum foil on the actual indoor T.V. antenna to sharpen the picture. This was it! We were happy! Period. End of story.
Nowadays, you can have as many as 800 channels and you can have any number of ways to get the channels. You can have cable or Internet or dishes or whatever. No more antennas and no more tin foil. You don't even have to get off the couch to change the channel because we have remotes! Then you have "packages" for selecting what channels you want out of the 800 or more that are offered. You can choose basic or silver or gold or "extreme" for the ultimate couch potato. You can choose movie channel packages perhaps just one or two or all of them! You can get music, sports, shopping or reality shows. You can get it all or just a part of it. And of course, you have to decide if you want your local channels too. You can order special sporting events for an extra price. Not to mention that you can get a television that is just about any size and shape you can imagine. You can even get one as big as the wall in your den with surround sound and all the bells and whistles. And now it just isn't in vivid color it has high definition color. Wow! The television is now a world of multiple choices not just those lousy THREE choices and one size fits all screen that I remember. So we should all be so happy and entertained, shouldn't we? I don't know how you feel about it but why is it that with all of the choices and all of the channels there is NOTHING on television?
I don't want to really buy anything off of T.V. so all of the shopping shows are not for me. I will admit that I have bought a few things in the past but I stopped doing that altogether. I am a person who wants to see and touch what I am buying not just look at it on the tube. I also think you can get totally suckered into to buying stuff you don't need and it can get you in trouble if you aren't careful. The shopping channels make it seem "too easy" to buy things with their easy payment plans. Before you know it those little payments can turn into a big payment each month. That isn't for me. I am not much of a sports fan either so the sports programs aren't for me. I do understand that lots of people do follow sports so that is cool for them and I am glad they can follow their favorite team. I just don't need 20 sports channels. Then you have the soap operas that not only play during the daytime but repeat at night, and the nostalgic shows like The Golden Girls, Happy Days and many others that are in reruns on different channels. You have the cartoons and the kids shows which are numerous and if I ever have to watch "The Suite Life on Deck" or "The Wizards of Waverly Place" again with my grand kids I think I will scream. I think there is probably a channel that plays shows that didn't really make it in syndication but they are out there anyway and come on at some time during the day or night. If they didn't make it the first time then why would you play them now? My biggest beef is the reality shows. I am so against reality shows it isn't funny. I don't mean the reality shows that are a contest like "Hell's Kitchen, "Dancing with the Stars" or "American Idol" or my personal favorite "So You Think You Can Dance". Those reality shows are okay. I mean the reality shows like "The Real Housewives of ...wherever". Why would I want to watch that? Or do I really care what Tori and Dean are doing this week? Do I care about the Kardashians? Or the some group of bad girls or guys or weirdos doing whatever from wherever? NO!!! Absolutely not! Why do I want to watch them fight and argue and snip at each other and cheat and back stab? Why is that even considered entertainment? I don't care...never cared...have no room to care about such stupidity. I have enough drama in my own life why do I want to watch someone else's? No thank you. Oh and then there is that other group of reality shows...Intervention, Hoarders, Animal Hoarders and "I am so fat I can't get out of my bed" shows. I am not callous about the problems that any of these people have. I understand that they need help and they have a REAL problem. But, why is it necessary to expose their difficulty to the television public? Why would the person with the problem want to be totally exposed? I don't understand that at all. Is the viewing public on a path of wanting to see people suffer? Are we headed for that time when we want to see people die on national T.V.? Really? Is that where we are headed?
When I watch television, I would like to be entertained. I would like for there to be 26 NEW episodes of shows that I like that are interesting and have real actors and a real story. Remember knowing that Gunsmoke would be on every Sunday night? The anticipation of wanting to know if Miss Kitty and Marshall Dillon would tell each other they were in love? Remember that? Or remember Richie Cunningham and wondering what trouble he would get into with Ralph and Potsie and how was Fonzie going to save the day .... again? Or how about watching Dick Van Dyke trip over the ottoman every opening credit for his show? It was always funny. And Lucy...oh my...what shenanigans was she going to get into? Even Star Trek...what adventure this week...maybe more Tribbles?! Who knew! It was entertaining. These shows took you away from everyday life and put you into their world. It was fun and exciting and, oh!!!, I must NOT forget Mission Impossible...not the one with Tom Cruise (yuk) or the one with Robert Irvine. The REAL Mission Impossible with Peter Graves and Martin Landau and Barbara Bain. Now that was a GREAT show and I got permission to stay up late and watch it because it ran on a school night. I miss all of that. Don't you? There are a few good shows on these days with very good actors and I do seek these shows out and make sure I watch them. The problem is that they are few and far between and the rest of the television schedule is filled with dribble.
A lot of times I choose to watch a repeat of one of the good shows because it is a whole lot better than anything else out there. So the bottom line for me is that even though we can now have up to 800 channels on television, are we really better off and being entertained more? Nope. I think the THREE channels did a much better job and television was actually worth watching. How about you?
Until next time,
Anne
Nowadays, you can have as many as 800 channels and you can have any number of ways to get the channels. You can have cable or Internet or dishes or whatever. No more antennas and no more tin foil. You don't even have to get off the couch to change the channel because we have remotes! Then you have "packages" for selecting what channels you want out of the 800 or more that are offered. You can choose basic or silver or gold or "extreme" for the ultimate couch potato. You can choose movie channel packages perhaps just one or two or all of them! You can get music, sports, shopping or reality shows. You can get it all or just a part of it. And of course, you have to decide if you want your local channels too. You can order special sporting events for an extra price. Not to mention that you can get a television that is just about any size and shape you can imagine. You can even get one as big as the wall in your den with surround sound and all the bells and whistles. And now it just isn't in vivid color it has high definition color. Wow! The television is now a world of multiple choices not just those lousy THREE choices and one size fits all screen that I remember. So we should all be so happy and entertained, shouldn't we? I don't know how you feel about it but why is it that with all of the choices and all of the channels there is NOTHING on television?
I don't want to really buy anything off of T.V. so all of the shopping shows are not for me. I will admit that I have bought a few things in the past but I stopped doing that altogether. I am a person who wants to see and touch what I am buying not just look at it on the tube. I also think you can get totally suckered into to buying stuff you don't need and it can get you in trouble if you aren't careful. The shopping channels make it seem "too easy" to buy things with their easy payment plans. Before you know it those little payments can turn into a big payment each month. That isn't for me. I am not much of a sports fan either so the sports programs aren't for me. I do understand that lots of people do follow sports so that is cool for them and I am glad they can follow their favorite team. I just don't need 20 sports channels. Then you have the soap operas that not only play during the daytime but repeat at night, and the nostalgic shows like The Golden Girls, Happy Days and many others that are in reruns on different channels. You have the cartoons and the kids shows which are numerous and if I ever have to watch "The Suite Life on Deck" or "The Wizards of Waverly Place" again with my grand kids I think I will scream. I think there is probably a channel that plays shows that didn't really make it in syndication but they are out there anyway and come on at some time during the day or night. If they didn't make it the first time then why would you play them now? My biggest beef is the reality shows. I am so against reality shows it isn't funny. I don't mean the reality shows that are a contest like "Hell's Kitchen, "Dancing with the Stars" or "American Idol" or my personal favorite "So You Think You Can Dance". Those reality shows are okay. I mean the reality shows like "The Real Housewives of ...wherever". Why would I want to watch that? Or do I really care what Tori and Dean are doing this week? Do I care about the Kardashians? Or the some group of bad girls or guys or weirdos doing whatever from wherever? NO!!! Absolutely not! Why do I want to watch them fight and argue and snip at each other and cheat and back stab? Why is that even considered entertainment? I don't care...never cared...have no room to care about such stupidity. I have enough drama in my own life why do I want to watch someone else's? No thank you. Oh and then there is that other group of reality shows...Intervention, Hoarders, Animal Hoarders and "I am so fat I can't get out of my bed" shows. I am not callous about the problems that any of these people have. I understand that they need help and they have a REAL problem. But, why is it necessary to expose their difficulty to the television public? Why would the person with the problem want to be totally exposed? I don't understand that at all. Is the viewing public on a path of wanting to see people suffer? Are we headed for that time when we want to see people die on national T.V.? Really? Is that where we are headed?
When I watch television, I would like to be entertained. I would like for there to be 26 NEW episodes of shows that I like that are interesting and have real actors and a real story. Remember knowing that Gunsmoke would be on every Sunday night? The anticipation of wanting to know if Miss Kitty and Marshall Dillon would tell each other they were in love? Remember that? Or remember Richie Cunningham and wondering what trouble he would get into with Ralph and Potsie and how was Fonzie going to save the day .... again? Or how about watching Dick Van Dyke trip over the ottoman every opening credit for his show? It was always funny. And Lucy...oh my...what shenanigans was she going to get into? Even Star Trek...what adventure this week...maybe more Tribbles?! Who knew! It was entertaining. These shows took you away from everyday life and put you into their world. It was fun and exciting and, oh!!!, I must NOT forget Mission Impossible...not the one with Tom Cruise (yuk) or the one with Robert Irvine. The REAL Mission Impossible with Peter Graves and Martin Landau and Barbara Bain. Now that was a GREAT show and I got permission to stay up late and watch it because it ran on a school night. I miss all of that. Don't you? There are a few good shows on these days with very good actors and I do seek these shows out and make sure I watch them. The problem is that they are few and far between and the rest of the television schedule is filled with dribble.
A lot of times I choose to watch a repeat of one of the good shows because it is a whole lot better than anything else out there. So the bottom line for me is that even though we can now have up to 800 channels on television, are we really better off and being entertained more? Nope. I think the THREE channels did a much better job and television was actually worth watching. How about you?
Until next time,
Anne
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