Archives for January 2014
I wore a tie the other day, and… it wasn’t good. You know how you sometimes wake up, and can’t talk very well? The words just don’t flow like they did the day before? I was in one of those zones, and struggled. I was blubbering and flailing like a protruding-forehead idiot.
But, of course, I am my own worst critic — I ALWAYS think I suck — so who knows? It probably wasn’t as big a disaster as it seemed. I wouldn’t be surprised if I make it to the next bracket, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I don’t. Time will tell. Thankfully, the stakes aren’t all that high.
Last week iTunes stopped working for me. It wouldn’t open, and I couldn’t update my iPod. That thing is my sanity box; if I don’t have my iPod at work, all bets are off. I listened to Marc Maron and Adam Carolla through their phone apps, but don’t like carrying around that big-ass thing.
I spent hours trying to figure out the problem. I was getting a “runtime error” message, and there’s no shortage of articles and forum discussions about the subject. I downloaded a couple of programs designed to fix it, but they did nothing except install malware on my computer.
Needless to say, I was losing my shit. It was making me full-on crazy. Finally I snapped, and uninstalled every Apple program on my machine. I didn’t care if I lost my entire iTunes library, I’d freaking had it. I just sorted everything by company name, and shitcanned all things Apple. Like “Bonjour.” WTF?
Then I reinstalled iTunes only, and it worked. Everything was still there, all my music and podcast information. And I’m back in business. Sometimes a hissy-fit pays dividends. I think Teddy Roosevelt first said that.
One thing’s for sure, though: iTunes is a turd. There’s mythology out there that says it’s the perfect program, but it ain’t. It’s responsible for the loss of more of my stomach lining than just about anything computer-related. Well, maybe not the Russian hackers… but it’s close.
You know these Amazon links I’m always going on and on about? Well, I had a small amount of money due to me from Amazon Canada, $38 to be exact. However… they recently changed their rules, and will no longer do direct deposits to American bank accounts. Also, they won’t cut a check until you reach $100. It would take me three years to get to that level.
So, I went with the third option: an Amazon.ca gift certificate. I figured I could buy some Quality Street candy, or maybe some Kindle books, or something.
Wrong. They won’t let Americans shop in their Kindle store. And they also won’t ship food down here. Probably some government regulation… So, I got a great idea: my laptop needs a new battery. I’ll snag one of those. Perfect!
Nope. They won’t ship batteries to American addresses, either. Sweet sainted mother of Buddy Hinton! I’m getting cock-blocked from every direction.
I thought about grabbing a couple of CDs, but they’re shockingly expensive. It might be my only option, though. CDs, or a book or two. The prices feel extremely high to me, and I don’t buy too many physical books or CDs these days, anyway. But I don’t know what else to do.
Any creative suggestions on how I could spend my $38 Canadian? Help me out, won’t you?
Also, what are your thoughts on doing things by yourself. Yeah, I know… insert joke here. I’m talking about eating in restaurants, or going to movies. Or even concerts. I have no issue with any of those things. I’ve never been to a giant arena concert alone, but have gone solo to plenty of club shows.
What are your thoughts on this? I know people who simply cannot do any of these things by themselves. Can you? Tell us about it, won’t you?
And I’m going to work now. See you guys again next time.
Have a great day!
There’s a line in Crossroads Road that infuriated some humorless stick-up-the-ass woman a couple of years ago, who promptly rewarded me with a one-star review at Amazon or Goodreads, I can’t remember which.
It was something along these lines: I’m not really the psychiatrist-visiting type, I’m from West Virginia. It’s a funny line, and I stand by it. But she said I was making light of psychoanalysis or something, and decided it was a perfect opportunity for her to be outraged and put that righteous quiver in her voice, etc. People LOVE to be offended and employ the quiver these days, it’s practically the national pastime.
A few years ago I was ranting about this same subject, and Surf Reporter Adam sent me this small pillow, with a George Will quote embroidered on it:
I don’t really know what it means to be offended. It’s a confusing emotion. Ya know? Sometimes I’m briefly angered by something someone says or writes, or more often… annoyed. But it’s always short-lived. I don’t think I possess the ability to be truly offended. Agitated or pissed is about as far as it goes for me.
Last week a reporter at the Detroit Free Press posted this at Twitter:
She was trying to be funny, and failed spectacularly. Incest? Seriously? What a creative angle! She really brought a fresh, new perspective to things, didn’t she? Louis CK had better watch his back, there’s a new sheriff in town.
Her idiotic tweet angered a lot of people, and she was driven underground for a while. She apologized, her employer apologized, and they endured days and days of Mountain State fury. It was fun to watch, but I grimaced a little when people said they were offended. When they do that, they’re making it about THEM. Like when folks say their dog is a “rescue.” Oh, it’s no longer about the dog, I see. Now it’s about YOU. It’s fairly narcissistic.
In any case, last week was not a good one for your corpulent correspondent, and I seriously considered looking into some sort of counseling. Even though I was accused of mocking such things, by people with reading comprehension problems. I can’t tell you the source of the black cloud that hangs over me, because Big Brother is watching. But, it has nothing to do with Toney or our family.
I feel better today than I have in weeks, so we’ll see if it can be maintained. If not, I might try to find my own Dr. Melfi, or whatever.
Another thing that helps: taking actual steps to improve the situation. It would be easy to just wallow in it, which is what many people do, but it’s not me. Again, I can’t tell you much, but tomorrow I will be talking with someone at noon, while wearing a tie. I’ve set certain things in motion, and it gives me hope.
And I need to go back to work now. If you have any thoughts on being an offended busybody, or any experience with counseling of any kind… please share them in the comments section below. I have nothing on either subject. Are you ever truly offended? And have you ever done time on the couch? Please tell us about it, if you feel comfortable doing so.
And tomorrow might be tough, but I’ll do what I can.
Have yourselves a great day!