User error

I went to turn my computer on the other day--the light went on on the boxy part but the TV part (which is what I like to call it, and my grandson laughs when I say it) wouldnt fire up. I called my daughter up north because I hadnt talked ot her in a while and asked her in passing; she said she was stumped but would come look at it when she came over this week for dinner. Well of course we had to visit first but afterward she got to twiddling with the computer, and darned if she didn't have it all runing in two second flat. It looks like my wifes cat (not MY cat--we have a deep mutual dislike, me and that beast) knocked the cord out.

Dont I feel silly!!!

I am a geeniuss

I figgered that if I hit tab repeatedly I could get the little curser to get to the TITLE box, so yay for me. Sometimes an old dog can teach HIMSELF new tricks. Speaking of trix, I think I'll go have a bowl of cereal.

Well danged if this silly software isnt working. I cant make a title. Anyway, not much to report--I did stuff this weekend that my doc would not aprove of--had a beer, ate a steak, got absolutely no exersise--and enjoyed every minute of it. Ill write more later when i figure out how to fix this silly thing!!!

Lollygagging

That is one curious expression. It makes me think of someone trying to strangle a lollypop. Anyway, that's what I'm doing today. Not choking a sucker, but the actual meaning of the word--which is doing nothing. I'm ignorning the doc's advice today and grabbing a beer (or two) and some sun.

Bye the bye

His blog is at 5minutesb4leaving.blogspot.com.

What's the matter with kids today???

There's a man whose blog I happened upon when I started mine a while back. He thinks himself as a pretty smart fella, because he reads the words of OTHER smart fellas, and that makes HIM smart. His latest blog touts a study that proves beyond any doubt (resonable or otherwise) that the current generation is morally corrupt and beyond redemption.

Not surprising, this is nothing new--people have been yelling excited warnings about the decline of our youth since time imemorial. Me, I think it's a lot of bunk, as anyone who's around kids and young adults in the real world would be able to tell. Here are two liens of thinking on the subject.

Numero Uno:
"The children now love luxury; they have bad manners, contempt for authority; they show disrespect for elders and love chatter in place of exercise. Children are now tyrants, not the servants of their households. They no longer rise when elders enter the room. They contradict their parents, chatter before company, gobble up dainties at the table, cross their legs, and tyrannize their teachers."
--Socrates, roundabout 400 B.C.

Nummer zwei:
"The kids are alright."
--The Who, 1969

Me, I tend to side with the latter, since the former philosophy has been whining about the uterly hopeless decline nof our youth long before Jesus was even a glint in God's eye. The guy that wrote this study, he doesnt see his granddaughter--a lovely gal with pink hair and earrings no where near her ears--spending Saturdays that she could be hanging at the mall, voluntering at a homeless shelter. He doesn't see the kid next door giving up his promising basketball future to study at Lyola to be a doctor. He didn't see, like I did, a Mexican kid in baggy pants helping a frazled single mother with three small kids and no free hands with her grocieries, when he didn't even work at that Safeway. The future of our planet is not screwed. We will all be okay. Anyone who cared enough aobut people to lift his nose out of a book for 2 secs and stop patting himself on the back for knowing more than everyone else would know that.

Summer

There's nothing like working in the garden while listening to baseball on a beatup radio. The Cubs beat the Brewers. Are those guys going to get a world series in my life time? Doubt it. In my grandchilrens lifetime maybe. It would be nice; the underdogs should win every once in a while. Of course, its hard to think of a bunch of men that pull in millions of dollars a year as "underdogs."I can't think of many other jobs where you can lose half the time or more and not get fired lickety split. Maybe weatherman.

Eina kleina what???

I went to a concert last night with my sweetheart. She's big on Mozart, Beetoven, Bach--all those dead eurpean guys. Me I like the stuff I listened to as a youngster, which is mostly good american stuff. Anyway, we sat and listened to guys in tuxedoes play their violins and celloes and it was nice. I felt like a grownup. Now when I listen to what my grandson plays in his car, I feel OLD. My Chemical romance is no name for a band, and they sound angry and sad. If I made as much money as those silly boys I would be happy and not shead a single tear over anything!!! But Mozart is good for a night out with a classy pretty girl like mine.

Paris schmaris

I am sick of this Paris girl!! She spents less than a month in a cushy County jail and gets a million bucksto talk to Lary King and Im supposed to feel sorry for her! I don't thinks SO! If I were king of the world (hasn't happened yet unfortunatley) I would leave her spoilt butt in Levenworth for the rest of the decade.

By the way i am not posting a picture on here for two reasons. One is that my grandson is flying back home right about now and i can't remember how to get the pictures up on here. Two is that i am sick of looking at miss Hilton. Oh well!!!

THE CODGER

Begin the Beguine

That's a song, for you young fogies, by a fruit named Cole Porter. He might have been a homo, but that man sure could write a tune, I tell you what.

This is my first post on my online journal. Blog is a stupid word so I'm not using it. I am writing because I am sick of this thing called the internet being a playground for toddlers. It's not like no one abouve the age of 25 has anything to say--we olders have plenty, considering we've actually lived life and done things, beyond getting drunk and laid that is. More later.

Tell me what you think!!!

THE CODGER