Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You

“Do you have Prince Albert in a can?” Asked the prankster caller.  “Well, don’t you think you better let him out?”  The caller hung up to guffaws of laughter.

Telephone pranks, prevalent during my misspent youth–along with, “Is your refrigerator running?”  “Yes it is,” was the expected answer.  “Then you better catch it, it’s running down the road.”

Townsfolk knew they were kids from the neighborhood and meant no harm.

Aren’t junk phone calls annoying? During all hours of the day, especially at inconvenient times.

Telemarketers bad enough, political calls were the absolute worst. Always from the same numbers. Unfamiliar numbers, never answered. Didn’t unwanted callers ever get the message?

No call lists never seemed to help. Telemarketers and their ilk, had ways to hurdle such roadblocks. They used the local area code prefix to snare the unsuspecting. Robocalls randomly dialed number sequences.

Wireless phones were not exempted. Junk calls and text messages abounded.

Games played for commercial purposes, or games played by neighborhood pranksters?  I prefer neighborhood pranksters.

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There was a news flash I wouldn’t soon forget.  ‘I prefer P’ was the mentioned post. ‘P’ for paperwork–I supposed.

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Compliments, followed by advice. Silicon bracelets from the spammer would help the most–of course.

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The greatest thing about God Larry discovered, was that He could help him with his homework.

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I’ll take those oblique references as compliments of the highest magnitude.

Us Vs. Them

Passwords, crossroads, thresholds
Odorless, colorless, worthless
Sentimental old fools
Set in their ways
Opinionated, tactless
Forgot passwords
Couldn’t be swayed
Made no sense
Made no sense at all
Orbiting Tesla roadster
Another piece of space junk
Expensive designer genes
Semantics–wars with words
QWERTY–UIOP for sure

Little Bit Of Truth Goes a Long Way

An accusation flew. There was very little truth behind it.

After all, the event occurred forty-eight years ago. In another era–another time, during the Cold War.

A story about basic training in a share group.  My decision, the better of two bad choices, almost forgotten.

I was somewhat surprised to be judged by someone who hadn’t been there. Chalked it up to the anonymity of the internet.

At first, wanted to lash out, but reconsidered. Who knew what the motivation of the accuser was? Not my place to psychoanalyze.

It just proved, that a statement as benign as, “The sky is blue,” could be objectionable to someone.

All of us have opinions.  Sometimes I wish people would keep their opinions to themselves.

Between the Lines

I suspect that many times we don’t like things–not because of what they are, but rather, because of the packages they came in.

This also applies to people and their messages. Would you rather listen to me–a balding, overweight, senior citizen. Or, Jenna Elfman–you know, Dharma, from “Dharma and Greg.”

Corporations change packaging constantly. Brighter, bolder, graphics, shout New!, Improved!, Better than ever before! Are you like me–suspicious? Same old product inside, with new clothes?

Something that isn’t same old, same old is our weather.  Winter storm warnings are up for the Gulf Coast.

It’s uncommon, but not a rarity to see snow here.  Most of it will melt before hitting the ground.  TV weatherpersons have been busy.  An hour or so north of here, there has been a light snow dusting.  Nothing to get bent out of shape over.

The Pit and the Pandemonium

It has been foggy the last two early mornings. Going for regular morning walks has been hazardous. Seeing my way down the road isn’t a problem, but rather, being seen by motorists. I carry a rechargeable flashlight.

Another issue that’s close to my heart, is office fund-raising. It’s nothing new. When I grew up in the fifties and sixties, there were garden seeds, turtles candies, and other fund-raisers. All to raise money for school or church.

In my opinion, there’s more fund-raising now. Schools are in more of a budget crunch. When we had school-age kids it was tit-for-tat. You buy my kid’s stuff, and I’ll buy your kid’s stuff.

As retired empty-nesters, it became too much of a burden. Over a year’s time, it was a considerable amount of money. We stopped donating, unless it was for a close friends or relatives.

Do you think office fund-raising is unfair? Should it be stopped? Could it be done differently? Have you been solicited at local businesses? I sometimes shop in a different nearby state, and have no connection whatsoever, with their local schools.