Thursday, May 28, 2015

No, I don't want your + account...

I have been avoiding logging in to my youtube account for a long time due to the fact that it has been prompting me to select a different user name than the one I had in the pre-google days.  Well, I finally broke down and selected one that was exactly the same, only with a lower-case T.  Yay, right?

Wrong... suddenly, it tells me I now have a PLUS account with google.  I don't FRIGGIN' WANT a + account.  So, I have to start jumping through hoops again to disconnect my youtube from +.  Then, when I try to delete my + account, it tells me it will delete my google profile and associated accounts.  WHAT?  WHY?

Finally, reaching the point of pissed-offness that says, "I JUST DON'T CARE,"  I hit the 'delete' button, even knowing I had a blogger account that I didn't want to delete, and gmail, etc... I just wanted to be rid of the tentacles that are GOOGLE.

Why does google buy everything, connect it, and proceed to make it suck?

Friday, April 17, 2015

This Could Be the Last Time

I was just reflecting on how you never think when you do something on a regular basis that it will be the last time you ever do it.  Like the last time I rode my bicycle around the 'bend' where I grew up, or the last time I rode it down the sidewalk at my grandmother's house.  I must have ridden that gravel road we called the 'bend' tens of thousands of times and made many, many more circuits of the walk in front of Grandmother's house. The trees claimed the 'bend' decades ago, and it has been even longer since I spun my 'wheel', as my grandaddy called my bike, on my grandmother's walkway.  I know the last time I did, I never suspected it would be the last.

I wonder what things I have done recently for the last time without knowing about it.  I suspect it happens every now and then, with no fanfare and no recognition until much later... until it's too late to do it again.  Some of them probably never get recognized. 

Sometimes I dream about doing those things... but I suppose that doesn't count.

Today, Again

Yessir.

Thursday, March 05, 2015

24 Hours in Selma

It was 80 degrees outside 24 hours ago, and now it's friggin' snowing... proving the old saying: If you don't like the weather in Alabama, just wait 24 hours.

Thursday, February 05, 2015

Jeff Bridges ASMR?

Did I see a Jeff Bridges ASMR advertisement on TV during the Super Bowl?  I heard something about sleep tapes from him on the radio a day or so before... is that what he is doing?  ASMR?  Not exactly Bob Ross or Carl Sagan, but it's... interesting.


Check it out here: Jeff Bridges Sleeping Tapes



Friday, January 09, 2015

Solitude

The wonderful irony of communication is that those best at it seek a condition wherein it is utterly useless.

Monday, December 22, 2014

Merry Blanking Christmas

Once again, the air is full of cookie smells and tinsel reflections.  The decorations have been hung for a month or more, now, and the time is nigh for Christmas.  Oh, boy.


You probably didn't get the sarcasm in that, "Oh, Boy."  Maybe you did.  It doesn't matter.


The decorations seem duller this year; they seem to be getting duller each year.  These eyes have seen 40 Christmases, so they might just be getting over it.  Or maybe they just physically see duller, now.  More likely, Christmas is just getting cheaper, and thereby duller.


It's probably not very dull for the little kids getting some of their first Christmas presents, though, so age probably has something to do with it.


Nevertheless, sitting here at 9pm, 2 days away from Christmas, this heart just doesn't seem to be beating any quicker with excitement than it was 6 months ago.  The tree is decorated, as usual, though it's lights have only been lit once or twice this year.  There are presents underneath.  Quite a few of them, all for others. 


None to shake and guess about.  That's the first time that though has crossed my mind in a long time... Over a decade, most likely. 


Gah... could this little post be more depressing? 


Let's try.  So, Christ was born around 2000 years ago.  Not on the day we celebrate Christmas; we just borrowed that day.  None of this crap is in the Bible.  As a matter of fact, the Bible warns about celebrating stuff like this.


Who cares though, right?  It's tradition.  Makes the kids happy.  Makes the parents happy to see the kids happy.  Makes the stores happy to sell stuff.  Makes the government happy to collect taxes on that stuff.  Everyone wins.


Yup, that was sarcasm, too.  Sorry, I'm just in a Grinchy mood.

Sunday, December 07, 2014

No Reward in Conformity

What is the reward for conforming?  There has to be a reward, right?  Acceptance?  Is that the reward?  Nah.  No matter how hard you try, you'll always be dissimilar enough to someone to not be accepted.  Conformity is a never-ending chase with no real reward.


None of us are normal.  There is no example of the average person, yet we all aspire to be average.  If we are too much of one thing or another, we're not going to conform.  For this reason, we tend to hide and forget the things that are interesting about ourselves. 


There isn't a real reward for conforming, because you can't achieve conformity.  It's a false hope.  It's a hope in something you probably shouldn't hope for in the first place.


Cut off the TV and ignore what everyone is blabbering about online.  Before you know it, you'll find yourself interested in things that truly inspire you.  You'll find yourself being motivated to do things you never would have given a chance when you were still caught up in the mediocre.  That in and of itself is a reward, and you might even achieve greater rewards as you excel in your interests.