For one thing, whenever my home computer goes into sleep or hibernation mode, it won’t come out. When I move the mouse, or hit a button on the keyboard, there’s a loud revving noise, but the monitor doesn’t wake up. I did some Google searches, and this is apparently a common issue.
I think it might be fixed now, but it was making me crazy for a couple of days. I had to turn the machine off, and reboot every time. Something was radically askew.
Then, yesterday, I was prompted to upgrade the website software to the new WordPress 3.5. I did so, and immediately started having problems. I won’t bore you with the details, but some of the plugins I had installed were not playing nicely with the new version of WordPress. Another few hours of running my hands through my hair…
And this morning I went on there to update the Bunker Cam, and it wouldn’t allow me to add photos. What the shit, man?! Their fancy-ass new features were nothing but a prop to me. I might as well have been left-clicking a squash.
Jan, my Canadian friend who helps with technical “opportunities,” somehow fixed it. The whole thing is beyond me… He tried to explain what was happening, but it all just sounded like a grinding noise. All I know is, so-called improvements will eventually cause me to lose my stomach lining.
On a more positive note, if you ever need help with a WordPress website, Jan is your man. Send me an email and I’ll give you his contact info. He has reasonable rates, is trustworthy, and does a fantastic job. Just let me know.
I woke up this morning with the Fugazi song “Waiting Room” in my head. I don’t think I’d heard it in ten years or more. How is something like that possible? A series of mini-strokes? I listened to the actual song in my car a little while ago: goddamn kickass. I saw them once, at the Masquerade in Atlanta. In case you should give a crap.
You know what I don’t like? When people call me “sir.” I had a Nerf football-sized burrito at Moe’s today, and the girl on the other side of the glass kept saying, “Anything else, sir?” I don’t care for it. It makes me feel old, like I’m suddenly Mr. Wilson on the Dennis the Menace program.
On the other hand… I don’t really like it when some young person says, “Here ya go, man.” It’s OK if the person is roughly my age, and adds a “man” to the end of his final sentence. But not when he was born during the Clinton Administration. Those people can fuck off.
Yeah, I know it’s close to being a contradiction. But that’s the way it goes sometimes.
I just went to the middle school to pick up our youngest son from detention (never a dull moment), and went past a restaurant I used to frequent, back in the high-flying record weasel days. It was a straight-up expense account steakhouse. I don’t think actual people ever bought meals there, just corporations.
Indeed, I ate there many times, and never paid for anything. And now the whole place is gone. Not only is the restaurant out of business, but the building has been torn down. It’s as if that whole part of my life is being erased. At some point, in the not too distant future, I’ll probably have a hard time believing it ever happened.
Everything is SO different now. It seems impossible that I used to eat $45 steaks, and drink $10 martinis, on the tab of my employer. Now I’m carrying a sack lunch, and buying Mountain Dews from a vending machine. <sigh>
Last Sunday I hooked up the 70s audio equipment that Dr. Drofub gave me for my birthday, and let the kids connect their iPods to it. They couldn’t believe how great it sounded. They’re used to little docking station-type stereos, and have never heard the big honkin’ old school wooden speakers.
They loved it so much, in fact, I went to work that afternoon, and haven’t seen the equipment since. They absconded with my birthday present! It’s in the older boy’s room, I hear, and don’t understand how he managed it, without pissing off his brother.
In any case, it’s gone. At least temporarily. I’d like to play around with it, but my shit was hijacked. It’ll be reclaimed, though. Mark my words.
And speaking of birthday presents… wanna guess what Steve gave me? That’s right, a framed, autographed photo of Elvis Costello – with certificate of authenticity. How cool is that? Elvis is one of my favorites, of course, and his signed photo now hangs in its rightful place: on a wall in the bunker.
I had to take down my signed photo of the Olsen Twins, but will relocate it, ASAP. It says something like, “Thanks for all your support, Jeff! Mary-Kate and Ashley.” Like I say, I’m starting to believe none of that stuff ever happened. Crazy.
I watched an entertaining movie on Netflix a few nights ago: God Bless America, written and directed by Bobcat Goldthwait. It’s similar to Falling Down, and features a middle-aged guy who’s freaking had it with society. So, he starts killing the people he believes deserve it. You know, like cable news blowhards and reality show “stars.” It’s not a perfect movie, but definitely a good time. I recommend it.
Do you have any Netflix Instant recommendations? I have about 200 things in my queue, but am not super-jazzed about watching any of them. What would you suggest? Please help me out, won’t you? Most of the stuff on there is so obscure, I don’t know much about it.
I need to go now, but want to remind everyone about the Amazon links again. If you’re going to be doing some holiday shopping there, please enter their site through one of our links. Like this one. It costs you nothing extra, but I get a small percentage of whatever you spend. It helps a great deal – especially during December. Please try not to forget. Toney forgets, and she’s my wife, so I understand how it goes. But please do your best to remember. And thank you very much for the support!
I’ll leave you now with a Questionable question. One of my co-workers just returned from a trip to New Orleans, and she stayed at an ancient inn that was built in the 1700s, or somesuch. She said that when she sat in the courtyard, she felt transported to a different era.
I love that kind of thing: little corners of the world where time has somehow not been able to reach. And I’d like to know about the ones you’ve encountered during your life. Please use the comments link below. This one might not go very well, I can’t really predict it. But if you have anything, please share it with us.
And I’ll be back on Monday, if not sooner. I have to get crackin’ on this book project, since I only have a few weeks left. So, that’s what I’ll be doing all day tomorrow.
Have a great weekend, my friends!