Monday, November 28, 2011

Making My "Case"

For a long time I have wondered, "What's with some people typing postings and other things all in lower case letters?" It always aggravates me when I see that. It really aggravates me when I see it on web sites where there are people's names on memorials on which are used for genealogical research and they are either all in lower case letters or their middle initial is. I'm so used to using proper case, that even when the rare times I chat on Facebook I always use the proper capitalization for sentences and names and so do all the people my age. Obviously it is a result of those my age that learned English long before computers and texting. It is in our genes.

One day it finally hit me. I have never texted nor ever intend to. I'm assuming that when one sends a text that there is no way to make capital letters. I'll have to defer to someone who does text to answer that. That would indeed explain how people get into that habit. I sure wish they would change gears and use the proper case when not texting. This leads me to another paradox. When people have a cell phone wouldn't it be a whole lot easier just to talk to someone as opposed to sending a text with those tiny keyboards? I don't think I could even send a text if I wanted to since my fingers are so large. Oh well, another mystery to add to my growing list.

Oh, by the way, as long as I'm on the subject... It is also a mystery to me why there are so many spelling errors in things like newspapers, etc. that I'm sure are created by word processors that have spell check. Consequently, I can never understand why people don't use it when they publish things with such obvious spelling errors.

Is it just me, or has the world passed me by? I suspect the former as opposed to the latter.

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

A "Boring" Time

My goodness! This is the 2nd entry I've made in only 2 weeks! Indeed, the wonders never cease! I'm just killing time until my after lunch dentist appointment. I've already made myself a nuisance on Facebook, so I thought I'd make myself a nuisance here until the appointment time.

I'm probably one of the few people my age who still have their original teeth, which is a miracle in itself considering how I've seriously abused them my whole life. Every time I go to see my dentist I always request her to pull all of my teeth and get me dentures. Of course she always tells me I should keep my teeth. I think having dentures is very beneficial because if there's any problems, I can just drop them off at the dentist and come and pick them up later. Hopefully in the mean time I wouldn't get an obsessive uncontrollable urge for rock candy or jaw breakers and such.

It's ironic that as many years as I have been going to her that she always asked me if I take Novocaine. My answer is always the same, "Yes, unless you want to scrape me off the ceiling the first time you touch any tooth." I also always make a song request for her to try and find, "Comfortably Numb" by Pink Floyd. She always laughs but I'm never sure if she actually forgets my wise crack or is just being polite. I'd like to think her memory is getting as bad as mine and she thinks it's the first time she has ever heard it.

Well, it's getting close to the time I must leave. It's ironic that going to a dentist is that you pay a lot of money for something you neither like or want. I'll just add that to my list of hundreds or life's ironies I will never understand.....

Monday, August 15, 2011

Bumper Stickers Revisited...

My goodness! I noticed that the last time I posted on here was April! I guess my New Year's Resolution to post more Blog stuff is found lacking.

Well, let's see what fascinating entry I can conger up.
I recently acquired another one of my all time favorite vehicles, (other than a 1957 Ford which stems from my Baby Boomer genes). I have another Ford Ranger. It's a 2001 with just over 100,000
miles which is low for a 2001 Ranger. Now I have my 2 favorite modern vehicles: a Jeep Wrangler and a Ford Ranger. Now I can haul bags of horse feed in the truck bed and not in the rear of the Jeep. I love the smell of molasses horse sweet feed, but all the little pieces of oats and corn that amass on the rear Jeep carpet were getting aggravating.

Now I (finally) come to my main thesis of this Blog post. Shortly after I got the truck, I went out to find a bumper s
ticker for it. I seem to have a bumper sticker compulsion, (so what's one more).

Freshly applied bumper sticker on my Ranger (A reminder of my Navy days)

I wrote a story about bumper stickers on my web site a few years ago. I can just save time and post the link so I can keep this entry short. HEE HEE. The story link:

Friday, April 1, 2011

This is me (no April) Fooling

Well, I see its April Fool's Day. You could have fooled me. When I was a kid, we used to really take this day seriously. On the other hand, it certainly didn't even come anywhere close to Christmas, which is the biggest day in a kid's life.

Now after all these years, it's just another day and one that hopefully no one will play any April Fool jokes on me. I always am on guard the whole day from 12:01AM April 1 until 12:01 AM April 2. You can never be too sure about some people who seem to live for this day.

When Tim and I were kids, we came up with what we always thought was THE quintessential April Fool's day joke. We always wanted to switch the salt with the sugar. Now that is really "down and dirty". The irony of it all was that I cannot recall that we ever actually did it.

Oh well, I shall get back to my vigilance in watching for any jokes on me.

Until later,