Monday, September 29, 2014
I realized as soon as I got past typing the area code, "207", I had nary a clue or even an inking of what my cell number was. As I was not sure where I could find my cell phone number, on the phone or elsewhere, I gave it my best shot anyway. I typed the next three numbers I thought of - "659" and then stopped. I remembered I had wisely written my cell phone number on a piece of masking tape and stuck it to the back of said cell phone. Now, all I had to do was locate my cell phone.
This all happened a few hours ago............ I stopped typing and went looking for my cell phone. But like a child with serious ADHD leanings, I spotted one chore needing some attending to and when that was done, something else sparkled and drew me away from my original mission, finding my cell phone. Enough time had passed that any notion of finding my cell phone had long ago exited the premises. I only remembered the bike biz email when I came back into the office to make sure the computer was shut down.
The circle remains unbroken. The circle my life has been as long as I can remember. Leaving one task unfinished and then another, and another has been part and parcel of my character from the time I began to wear out real pants. The words "focus Mike, focus", pounded hard into my brain from an early age. I know what the word means, I guess I just don't care to focus on it.
Friday, September 26, 2014
I have yet to upgrade to the newer and supposedly better Windows 7 here at home, but I can see it coming. This old Acer is gimping along, but just barely. Just about the time I feel comfortable with XP, now I have to dick around with new screens, icons, setups - dammitt.
Both Acer computers were at least 10 years old and had been upgraded, fixed, barely convinced to keep me connected to my business, my relatives and of course you. ........... It pisses me off that the computer makers and shakers build in such a short shelf life into their equipment. Dammitt, spend a grand on a piece of equipment and by jeezuz it should last longer than 10 frickin years................
Anyway and before I get off on a tear and begin to rant about the planned obsolescence insidiously entwined into every aspect of our modern culture, I will just say that I am immune to the "you gotta have it" pressures to upgrade. The only pressure that works on me is when what I have quits. Then I upgrade.
The militarization of the civilian police departments throughout this country bothers me tremendously. Seems every chief of police wants what the military has. Bigger bad ass intimidating weapons, storm trooper outfits and the obligatory polished black combat boots, trousers neatly tucked in the tops. And jeezum, look at the damn vehicles that are showing up in back water burgs like Sanford, Maine. Sanford is just down the road. They roll the damn sidewalks up at dark. Why the Hell do they need an assault vehicle with a gun turret on top? Guess it's latest hip new thing in law enforcement.
They are called "Mine-resistant, ambush protected" vehicles or MRAP's if you are inclined to use the hip police jargon. These 13 ton behemouths are designed to be run by a crew of two with space in the belly of the beast for up to 8 bad ass gun totin cops ready and willin to jump into harm's way. .............
Hmm. .......... Mine resistant?............... Ambush Protected??? ................ in Sanford, Maine????
You all have a super weekend. Me, well, I'm gonna buy some bullets, Slim Jims, and a few cases of Gator Ade and hide in my basement. Seems the local cops know something I don't.