Opening Stuff:
They say that over the weekend 226,000,000 Americans went shopping! Yikes! I am happy to say that I wasn't one of them, unless you count buying a bag of Cheetos at the local supermarket.
I always chuckle when dialing into one of those automated phone systems and they start with, "Pay attention as some of out menu options may have changed." Like people actually remember what the menu options were in the first place. Just what we need, self-absorbed automated phone systems. Maybe they can start a reality TV series: "I don't understand what you are saying."
Librarians were the original search engines.
The Question:
I keep on reading stuff about FaceBook to see if there is any earthly reason why I would ever want to be on it. So far, nada. Give me 10 types of "FaceBook Friends". For Instance -- "Yakkers", who Sign in just to talk and say nothing like "Nice weather.The Headlines:
--Consumer Confidence Explodes To 56% In November; Way Up From October's Low Of 40.9%.--Stocks Open Up.
--Lebanese Rockets Hit Israel;
--Iran students Storm the British Embassy, Bring Down the Union Jack.
--US-Pakistan Relations Plunge To New Lows.
--American Airlines Plunges Into Bankruptcy.
--Russia Ready To Vote; Putin Popularity Fading -- 79% To 61% In One Year.
--Newest Cain Accuser Has History Of Financial Trouble.
Ok, I'll come clean...I was in love with Doris Day during the 1950's. My adolescent drifts in to dreamland probably cost me a chance at MIT. Or maybe not. But I'll tell you one thing, I will not be in line to buy her new CD of timeless oldies. She jilted me and went off to be kind to animals, and she' not getting me back!
I really enjoy the TV program "Sing-Off". These A Capella groups are incredibly talented and entertaining. They can even make "Rap" listenable. Frankly the music is just plain fun; I often look down and see my foot atapping. Also Host Nick Lechey is a nice guy, and judges Sara Bareilles, Shawn Stockman and Ben Folds are outstanding -- being intelligent, witty, informative and very likeable. Last night's finale was lively and enjoyable, especially Ben Folds singing along with his orchestration that included the Dartmouth Aires and the entire audience; and the the Top Ten Boys singing Springsteen.
The Egypt Generals say they won and their governance sanctioned. But out side observers say that the best organized group was the Muslim Brotherhood and that group. which the US wanted least, made the most gains. There's still a lotta shakin' out goin' on.
The ever haughty Diane Sawyer led into a story about the Greenwich Money Mangers Powerball win with the words, "How fair is this...". Fair? I think I noted a couple of days ago that this word "Fair" is fast becoming the most over used, and frankly potentially most devisive word of our times. Is Congress going to be called on to pass a law requiring ticket purchasers to bring copies of their tax return? Nobody earning over $200K can buy a ticket? More good may come of these winnings than probably any in the past, as the winning threesome has already established a trust for mainly charitable purposes.
Memo to all of those walkers who may not have noticed that it isn't Daylight Saving Time anymore. Stay off the roads. You may be the next to be killed. Obviously I don't like people being killed, but think of the poor drivers just using the roads for what roads are there for -- driving a car -- when all of sudden a black shadow appears out of nowhere and there's no time to react. Now all of a sudden a regular person doing nothing but driving home, or to their grandchildren are murders! And they have to live with it for the rest of their lives. Roads were made for cars.
I see where the Politicians are still using the phrase SS "Trust Fund". What a crock.
My official Ohio news source says their are rumors floating around the state saying that Ohio State in an effort of rid itself of the Tressel embarrassment, may have just hired something worse. Urban Meyer, while a more than competent coach, may, they say, have really left Fla because of a propensity of losing his pants around cheerleaders and coeds. Penn State here we come. But, it's just a rumor, probably planted by some Michigan fan.
Word of the Day: Frisson -- A moment of intense excitement; A shudder; A cold chill. Probably the feeling of many when Today's Tids appears in the subject window!
Let's see... Cain has about as many accusers as Clinton, and Clinton made President twice. And then there was JFK who had them sneaking in the back door of the White House. So, I guess Herman should stop being defensive and accept it all as a badge of honor.
OWS people keep on saying they are peaceful and calm. So is litter by the side of the road.
Almost Near: Chapter 51 continues. --"Ok Samantha. I don't don't if you are up to it, but I was hoping that we could spend time going over all of the files," now Sparrow looked serene and caring, "about you mother's suicide and father's disappearance. I have to tell you, I thought it was weird when it happened." He looked over and saw a soulful, pretty woman who seemed deep in thought. Fighting for something that must have become terribly elusive. "You have to do one thing for me...remember. Use every ounce of your energy to remember."
"That's why I'm here detective. Because things are happening now that are triggering some thoughts, when before, if I can remember before," she smiled at Sparrow and he smiled back in an understanding way, actually enthused by her little joke, "before, I would just accept things as normal."
Sparrow pushed his chair back and walked to the door at the side of of the office. He nodded for Samantha to follow. He opened the door revealiing a small, equally dingy conference room with piles of folders on the plain wooden table. "Want some coffee? This could take some time."
Samantha nodded yes, Sparrow left to get the coffee and she sat. The beating of her heart seemed to be warning, don't look. Yet, almost mechaincally her hand drifted to the first folder which she drew before her. She casually flipped open the cover. She froze. Her eyes widened. She shrank back into her chair. Frisson!
The Answer:
Diva --all about them; Birthers -- Perfect family inane blather; Lurkers -- See all but never write; Dullards -- So boring you feel sorry for them; Scolds -- Spank the inappropriate; Grandstanders-- Post in-crowd photos; Olympians -- Sync running shoe ship to FaceBook, report every mile; Jetsons - Tour trips; Gamers and Politicians - See Dullards and Divas; Feeders -- Always sending in the latest news; Lost friends - Found you and lick feet like stray puppy.
"Once I had a secret Love...". But, now she's 88.
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