Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Winter has finally gotten here, I believe. Temps in and around freezing (which is catching up with the States further South than my own). This morning some rain, read sprinkles.

The puppy remains miserable. So much so I took him back to Housekeeper. She reminded me of several diversified commitments and the thing returned home with me. I’ve named him Hector Garcia Lopez Jr, the Saigon cyclo-boy.  I use Gar for short and negative messages I wish to deliver.

The County Treasurer Dept has turned over personnel again. It’s amazing. Not that the personnel turns over so often, but that they continue to find replacements for the ones that disappear. I’ve often wondered if it is because so many positions (most, all?) are filled with women, even supervision. Are women harder bosses than men or just whatever.

I think the recommended mix of chickens for good barnyard balance is one Rooster to five hens, or something like that. A County Extension Agent gave me those numbers. If he, being government, knows that, why the mix of fem and fem in the court house?

Yeah. You’re right. The government doesn’t talk to itself.

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What else? Oh. Google reader. It’s changed again. I sincerely wish they’d stop “improving” something that use to work satisfactorily. That list that comes up when clicking “All Items” is almost as annoying as the “There is no way the user may Delete Items marked as saved un-read” from the help menu – then they have the temerity to be un-apologetic while giving us something not useful and un-desired.

Just for perspective, I’ve had one of those thing there for two and half years. I’d really like to get rid of it. I mean, really.

While I’m on the kick; Have you ever tried to report spam on the Windows Live system?

You get these long “recommended” user lists. They have a thing called “Profile” which one may click and be taken to these people’s site and mini-bio. If all looks good, you have a accept or a reject button, actually a send invitation (to become ‘friends’) or a one may continue looking for ‘friends.’

So if the target accepts the system gives you the Your Friends Now stuff and then some period of time later your new friend sends you a “meet me after dark for some explicit sex talk.”

That’s all fine and dandy. Thinking publically, protect the neighbor, tell the system this is spam and the system proceeds to require total justification of your decision. Well and good, o’pimp of the web. I won’t report the stuff as spam and will totally understand the mind set of neighbors reporting their mothers as spammers, I’ll do the delete the contact. But, because I’m such an instigator of hate – Google filters porn, Google allows one to “Report Spam” no questions asked. Now whether they simply block ones site to the sender or actually delete the sending site from the system, I don’t know. I don’t want to know. I only don’t want that incoming.

I’m inclined to think they simply block the spammer from my site or in-box. The fact remains, Spam is in my eyes, not the corporations.

What else on this catch up on rants Tuesday?  Um – NFL fines. 25K apiece? Okay. That is a bit much. Then one of the ESPN persons pointed out the Fine System was out of whack. That it was the same fine handed out to the player that cold cocked the Pittsburgh QB.

Maybe so. I think that the player hitting the QB was far worse. By knocking a person down with a blow to the head you’ve concussed them, no matter how mild, and those things are cumulative. The first makes the second more easy, etc., thereby shorting the targets useful life span. See Young, and other QB (Jaws). For that matter Iron Mike, although there didn’t seem discernable mental damage to him, just making the next knock out easier.

Now for the good things: No rants. I received excellent service at three different stores; a good sample for a “donation” of a neighbors kids cooking; I shared a Turkey Day memory with one of the Service Station employee’s – actually a thumb-nail of his entire four day experience. He has a sixteen year old daughter (I’m very happy I’ve never experienced that).

And re-learned from listening to the gentleman, how little one truly knows of his neighbors at times. The man is father to five, second marriage, a full time worker at his day job, a part time EMT person, the male of note in his family caring for his mother and grandmother and one nephew. His complaints? My sixteen year old is driving me nuts, but she’s my only girl. I love her.

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From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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