Daynotes On A Budget, V6.0

Yeah, I have many deep thoughts during the day, but by the time I reach this keyboard, the brain cells have combined and retreated from the contact with ideas, and wish instead to find a safe place.  Because it sure as hell seems like the rest of the world is going nucking futs.  And the rest. I don't begin to understand what the hell goes through some people's minds.  There's that Congresscritter who thought himself such a manly man he posted a cartoon someone else created about him where he goes around killing other people he's supposed to be working with.  I guess it helps when the dipshit doesn't care about doing his job, he simply enjoys sitting in Washington and being fed from the Congress Trough and taking the money from his constituents, who apparently elected him to provide good TV. But let's be fair - it sure as hell seems that the feminine side of Congress seems committed to outdoing the men in shameful behavior.  I mean, when I was a kid, it seemed a...

 Yeah, I'm a full - though somewhat retired - nerd.   What's that, you say?  Duh?  I know.  But every so often I feel like I need to do something technical to keep those skills ... less dusty. And I suppose this might be of interest only to me and three other folks in the world, but here we go. I am very much missing a number of much older tools.  For many years, my favorite text file editor was a little program called PE - made by the great folks at the WordPerfect Corporation.  That is still my favorite all-time word processor.  Word is nowhere near the tool that WP was, even before Windows, but that's because Microsoft doesn't care.  They have no competition for Office, so who the bleep gives a rat's hind end. I sure as hell do.   Because I also desperately miss a long-gone tool called "SuperKey".  Made by the Borland organization, that tool was a record and use macro tool that worked in any application.  I would u...

 I guess I'm one of those people who prefers the world a little less needy.   I don't mean in a giving sort of way, but more in an organizational intelligence sort of way. I find being bombarded by continual requests for my opinion on the services which I have received is ... well, there's a spot in line about a dozen spaces beyond "irritated" - a little short of "causing blinding rage" but definitely ahead of GFY.  That would be a directive to proceed away from this particular space and perform an impolite operation upon yourself.  Preferably with a jackhammer and power washer.  If you get the drift there. But what, you wonder, has set me off this time?  I did a bit of in-box cleanout, where a particular vendor - that is, the word we now use instead of saying "I buy things from them" - they're a vendor, because they choose - in their choice of words - to provide me things and services.  And let me tell you, I am of a certain age which does...

 As I'm now nearly three weeks into this, ouch.   Yes, my foot.   There are many lessons I will take from this experience.  The very first being I am not a health care professional, and barely intelligent.  If I experience any sort of foot "itching" that is uncomfortable, the first step is going to be an urgent care stop.  I can hope it will be athlete's foot, but I have learned my lesson. As this is the second time I've had a major health scare, I suppose I should feel pretty good about surviving it.  As family history is fairly indicative of what someone might expect, I'm doing pretty good.  When my father was 57, he had a fairly severe heart attack.  He had the good sense to get to the hospital before the worst of it occurred, and back in the day when health care wasn't a political issue, and he had an employer who valued their employees highly enough to provide good health insurance, he spent a few weeks in the hospital. I, than...

 Oh, sure.  Some will undoubtedly blame "cancel culture" for the rather disturbingly quick disappearance of Aaron Rogers, but I fully expect that man to ... well, let's just say that when the NFL is done with him, I doubt we'll see him in any shade of green ever again. In pure leadership terms, we're all getting one heck of a front row seat to how an alleged leader turns his back on his team, his community, and his future.  All because an alleged "professional" athlete was just fucking dumb. And yes, that profanity is absolutely appropriate.  When professional sports teams select "captains" very often it's the position the player plays during the contest that will help propel them into leadership.  When it comes to football, there are no positions that dominate their sport like the Quarterback.  In nearly each and every play that a team might expect to score points in a proactive manner, it is the quarterback who makes the thousands of spli...

 I am still alive. While that might not have been a question you asked, I was a bit worried late last week. And now, the saga of the Forest Gump diagnosis.  Yes, Stupid Is As Stupid Does.   A couple of months ago, I noticed a definite itching on the space above my fourth toe on my right foot.  I am in no way an athlete, so I did not initially suspect athlete's foot.  I thought Cellulitis, Osteomyelitis, or some other horrible foot-friendly minor incident which would, as these things do, tend to go away with soap and water and ... well, overall foot care.  Um, duh. Because I'm me, and a pretty charter member of the Gump Club, I figured I could resolve it myself.  And when I finally gave up and gave myself a birthday present by going to Urgent Care to have it diagnosed and treated, well, that was a gigantic mistake. I will state right here that I know damned well that our health care system is pretty well over-abused in this pandemic time.  Asi...