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Happy New Year 2020
For everyone here in CS

My grandmother had a ball of aluminum foil. My grandfather had a loaf of moldy bread.
As a child, I questioned these things and told it was to remember a time in their lives when things weren't so good.
During World War II, my grandmother said everything was scarce. They often washed aluminum foil and hung it to dry so it can be used again. The ball was her collection of remembrance.
My grandfather had a painting of a village and the bread was on the shelf. He remembered his time as a soldier. The troops were crawling on their bellies to avoid detection from enemy forces. They had no food and ate from the scraps found in the garbage cans.

The subject today is hoarders... (thanks Fay) and my grandmother hoarded lots of things. Mostly newspapers and magazines. In the beginning, it was for a purpose. When the purpose was no longer needed, she continued to collect things.
After her death, her house came into the care of my cousin who had the task of ridding the place of so many things. Boxes and boxes of magazines.
Was it all junk?
I'm sure some of her Hollywood movie magazines were collectable. Not much more than that. It's doubtful my cousin found any value in them and they ended up in a dump.

...unable to hold down a job long term (fights with short term bottom line cretinoid administrators), the last years of my work were done travelling---filling in for vacationing folks, shortages of staff, or in just plain old crappy work environments. No longer than a few weeks, each assignment, but called back for repeat gigs. Brought the skis and hiking gear, when timed right. Name my price work, but have spent my Christmas and NY time away, working. Nice staff sometimes invited me over, but basically alone. Better being here with family, friends and Bravo. The money wasn't worth it in retrospect.

I have lately been making enquiries about computers, with a view to buying a new one. Apart from a small amount of frustrating and mostly fruitless research online, my investigations have taken place in two branches of Currys PC World; the leading national electrical goods chain.

When asking so called experts about technical things of which I have only a basic knowledge, I have learnt from experience that it is better to pretend I know even less. The “experts”, however -whether it be from their experience or a result of their training- have learnt to do the opposite. There usually seems to be some sort of equation at play, whereby the extent to which I appear to be lacking in knowledge brings about an increase in their pretence of having more of it, in direct proportion. Anyway, after being led up two distinctly different garden paths by two different sales assistants, I wasn’t really left any the wiser about what technical specifications would best suit my needs.

Once all the talk of gigabytes, processor speeds and a multitude of other computing terms designed to make your head spin have become too much to bear, and you are reconciled to leaving the store with something that will only match your requirements if luck happens to be on your side on that particular day, you are then expected to submit to having your intelligence insulted by being presented with a choice of “sales packages” all of which comprise a combination of elements meant to impress you while not actually being what you want. If you want X and Y as part of your package, you will also have to pay for Z, even though you might not know what Z is, or what it’s for, let alone need it. Besides, whether you need it or not, how can you miss out on getting Z for that amazing price? You can, of course, insist on having the package without Z; after all, they are hardly likely to refuse to sell you the computer, but then you will be charged more for X and Y.

There is wisdom in the saying, “buy in haste, repent at leisure”, but with computers, you can spend the best part of a whole day buying one and still have plenty of leisurely repentance to look forward to.

As they're in the process of destroying them self

...(Actually had one years ago.), many of us could use a little work on our virtue broadcasting. Especially me and my many conservative qualities. But many on the left are surprised to find out how these often dovetail with their own, at least the ones they PROFESS to have. Do as we say, not as we do. But don't take my words for it. Check out the comparative studies done on the charitable tendencies of liberals, using valid methodologies, as opposed to those on the other end of the political spectrum. Or be invited to the home of some limousine liberals, and unless there's some reason to impress you, the fare is often sparse. Right here, we see these folks whipping around accusations of other's insensitivities to the less fortunate, avering that we ueber right Patriots think only of our own wealth. Of course, these are the same folks who whip about terms like racism, and words ending in phobia. And recall the Clintons' trying to use old undies as tax deductions. But I digress. Our high tax town is mostly run by liberals. many of the volunteer activities for the less fortunate here are often spearheaded by my right wing associates. Public access to the ocean on rights-of-way, 12 step groups in corrections centers, a food pantry/soup kitchen, and so on. At a recent first meeting of a group exploring the creation of a homeless shelter here, there were only a few NIMBY concerns raised. Guess from whom? And those neighborhood property owners abutting the (now deeded, established, signage marked) paths to the bay were mostly limousine libs. Early Prius drivers all. Can't make this stuff up.

Sometimes I include a family size fruit pie in my weekly shopping. It could be cherry or rhubarb, but is more usually apple. I do my shopping at the weekend, and will typically have a piece of the pie mid morning on the following day, with a cup of coffee. I then cut the pie into segments and put it into the freezer. It normally lasts me for the following two weekends. I am single and live alone, so my customs and habits are of little consequence to anyone other than myself, but it has occurred to me that I would find this pie carry on very irritating if practised by someone I had to live with, so I must assume that anyone who had to live with me would also find it trying. In all conscience, were I ever to find myself becoming romantically entangled with someone, I would feel morally bound to declare my pie situation before things became too serious. There are also other matters that I would feel obliged to be up front about.

A person walks into the casino with $100. They are hoping to walk out ahead. $50 gone now, they now establish that they want to at least walk out with a $20 bill. When all is said and done, they walk out with zero.

Self control-, if you do not do it for yourself, nobody else will be able to do it for you.

...however, I have seen through the years were people are unable to control their own impulses.


Would you want to be in a close relationship with a person like that.


I would be a little leery. ...especially if you are thinking you are in an exclusive relationship.


Happy Sunday all.

Last night I dreamt that all the days of the week had different names to their usual ones. Monday to Saturday were named after the Mitford sisters; starting with Unity through to Pamela; Sunday had become Edith, after Edith Sitwell. I had never heard of any of these people before my dream, and had to look them up on Google. I wonder what it means.

In this week’s laundry there were two shirts; a blue one and a red checked one. The blue shirt always had blue buttons and the red shirt had white buttons, but that is no longer the case. When I took the clothes out of the machine I was astonished to see that the blue shirt now has white buttons and the red shirt has blue buttons. I can’t explain it; I suppose it’s just one of those things. I can live with white buttons on the blue shirt, but blue buttons on the red shirt just looks wrong, so something needs to be done. There are seven buttons on each shirt, but, as I said, I’m prepared to put up with the white buttons on the blue shirt, so it is just the seven blue buttons on the red shirt that are causing the problem. However, I cannot replace the blue buttons on the red shirt with the white ones without removing them from the blue shirt first, which seems a pity because I don’t mind them being on the blue shirt; I only mind the blue buttons on the red shirt. It just seems so unfair that I have to deal with fourteen buttons when only seven buttons are bothering me, and, quite frankly, I am having trouble accepting it. I have decided to put both shirts back in the wash and hope that the problem sorts itself out. I realise that this is a long shot, but it’s worth a try.