This blog is celebrating its seventh birthday. From a suggestion, It came to be. My FB posts were like blog posts. I no longer share blog posts with FB. However, still share with Twitter.
There have been challenges to blogging this summer. My wife’s health issues, most of all. For now, she is on the mend, taking everything in stride. The vertebral compression fracture, which wasn’t at first discovered, gives her the most discomfort.
Something I didn’t need, was an attempt by miscreants to hijack my computer. A sinister-looking red screen, fake error message, having to do with my browser, a toll-free number to call. Their goal–it didn’t get that far–to hold my accounts hostage. I stopped this lunacy with hard shut downs of my PC.
Why was I paying for internet security? It didn’t seem to be working. The laptop was attacked last night. Shut downs were more difficult. I had to take the battery out of its compartment each time. I’ve since changed browsers. So far, so good.
In response to Tanvi Misra’s 12-20-18 “Citylab” article, entitled: “Dollar Store Backlash.”
In some parts of the country there are NIMBY movements against the proliferation of Dollar Stores. Why are such stores perceived as threats?
They follow economic misery. ‘The retail meltdown…higher-end retailers in malls and shopping centers have shuttered, or consolidated. Compact low-budget Dollar Stores have easily slipped into vacant spaces left behind.’
Wages at these retail outlets tend to be lower. And there are fewer employees.
Dollar store products–especially convenience food items can cost more than at Costco or Wal-Mart.
Local retailers could be driven out of business. The same things were said about Wal-Mart stores.
Economically disadvantaged Dollar Store shoppers are discouraged from healthy eating.
Implications are that Dollar Stores contribute to “food deserts” and encourage racial disparity.
I suspect some of the areas petitioning against new Dollar Stores are the same areas that discouraged new Wal-Marts.
For an occasional can of beans, chicken broth, tomato puree to finish a recipe–my five minutes away Dollar Store, is better than Wal-Mart, thirty minutes away.
Close down my nearby Dollar General? NIMBY–not in my backyard.
Tropical storms have been named for decades. Many lived on in notoriety–Katrina, Sandy, Harvey, Michael–just to name a few. When did winter storms take on names? What is the purpose of christening winter storms? Is it to sensationalize winter weather events?
The effect on the public is the same as for tropical storms. There are those that panic; raid the store shelves for food, snow shovels. Disaster preparedness advice for winter storms, is, to stay home, instead of evacuation. With extreme snowfall, you’re not going to go anywhere, anyway.
I won’t dignify the latest PC shenanigans, as they’ve been applied to two traditional Christmas songs: “Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer,” and “Baby, It’s Cold Outside.” The PC movement spun off its axis years ago. The Rudolph saga represented bullying–which was inappropriate? No Virginia, “Rudolph,” was a story about the triumph of an underdog.
I shudder to think what could be said about Santa. After all, he’s described as a bearded “Jolly Fat Man” with a workshop full of loyal elves; faithful spouse, Mrs. Claus, waiting for his return on Christmas Eve; a stable with sleigh, and eight reindeer capable of an annual flight around the world.
“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.
Electronic Parts Advice: Inspired by my ‘Chapter 5 WWII Letter’ Post (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge).
Top overall solution to your theatre problem. Allowing thermoplastic to heat up allowed coiled cords to stay coiled.
Kudos To My Web Host: Excellent blog here. Additionally, your website lots up real fast. Kudos to web host. Inspired by my ’99 Word Flash Fiction’ Post?
Short Term Loans Bad Credit: Expedite process by having paperwork ready before loan application.
There was a news flash I wouldn’t soon forget. ‘I prefer P’ was the mentioned post. ‘P’ for paperwork–I supposed.
Promotional Wristbands: Write more, that’s all I have to say. It seems as though you relied on the video to make your point. You clearly knew what you’re talking about. Why throw away your intelligence on just posting videos when you could be giving us something enlightening to read?
Compliments, followed by advice. Silicon bracelets from the spammer would help the most–of course.
From My ‘Red Wing Blackbird’ post: Perhaps the best one of all?
The greatest thing about God Larry discovered, was that He could help him with his homework.
Spam bots never rested. I’ll end with some spam profundities.
What an information of unambiguity and preserveness of valuable familiarity about unexpected feelings.
I’ll take those oblique references as compliments of the highest magnitude.
Played on rock piles
Squirrels circled tree
Trunks to evade predators
Words wrapped around
Page after glorious page
Returned to the beginning
Got to be rights
Didn’t have much time
To prepare actions, overreactions
Poised on limestone embankments
Dunce caps ready
Tried to act surprised
Passwords, crossroads, thresholds
Odorless, colorless, worthless
Sentimental old fools
Set in their ways
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