Identity Stolen, A Fake David is In Jail

There's a guy that knows too much about me. He called my Grandpa Gerry and said he knew my situation and was looking for money. It's hard to believe that scammers even get anywhere with cold calling anymore. It's always personal? Well, it just bugs me, what I see as poor technology management happen every day to unwitting folks. It's turning into another rant about progress, but I hope the guy that stole my identity reads my rant about progress. When I drive through a drive in I expect my food to be of high quality. I expect it to be reliably quality food. I don't want to super-size, I don't want to wait an hour, I don't want to negotiate with the window people, I just expect it to be quality. And most of the time it is.


I guess the only way I'm going to satiate my desire for quality is to make it myself. I can't expect every nuance of every product in every store to be desirable to me. I'll have to make the things the way I want them to be.


I think my first project will be aluminum can capos. I'll have to make a capo mold, melt down the aluminum, and cast the capo, then apply a rubber stop to it. I'll use my current bought capos as a model for carving my own mold.

After Wellfare, Taxes, and Gas it Costs Me More to Work

I know it sounds rediculous, but after Wellfare, Taxes, and Gas it would actually cost me money to make money. Now everyone says there's a price... Here's the price. I buy $870 in wellfare a month. Taxes are at 33%. And gas costs $35 per tank. Now you tell me that's encouraging.

I suppose if I quit eating and worked a full time job I might be able to afford the mortgage, but the pesky land tax would probably get me.

To make it all worse my skin feels sleazyandnumb, I break things, and pick my nose without any desire in doing those things.

Maybe they get what they want, maybe only some of they get what they want.

Is Anybody Out There? Is there a doctor?

Why is my body, mind, and soul so fragile?

TmP3

Strange title, interesting post. Today I'm making pizza for my folks and Cody and Dena. Then we'll be exchanging gifts. I've got some great gifts for everybody. I think they might have a clue, but that's ok. I hope everything fits and nothing stinks...common ailments of internet buying. I think they have a present for me. I'm not sure what it is. Although I think they found it in a store.


I'm stuck inside because of my health. I wonder if I would have more energy if I drank less coffee. Probably would have more energy. It doesn't help looking at expensive Mtg cards, although I'm keeping in a positive mindset. I'm looking forward to dinner and presents. I sort of realized that Wizards isn't going to print Vintage Masters and I'm not going to have the money to buy the Power 9. But that's ok because I can make highly competitive vintage decks without them or simply print proxies to play with. I'll be dedicating the entire sideboard of most of my creature decks to anticounterspell. It's really hard to stay competitive when you're expecting counterspells 1 minute and creature attack the next. I think I'll just operate as though a "Leyline of the Lifeforce" had been cast at the beginning of every game. That will give me the freedom to build vintage creature decks. Although many combos and support spells won't work, the basic creature builds will still be in force. They (Wizards) should really consider printing a functionally identical card with different name as "Leyline of the Lifeforce." With just 4 more copies in every sideboard it could drastically cut down the number of blue decks and increase the combos and creature interaction. Just a thought though.


And if you think Magic the Gathering is a bunch of hooey then let me tell you 1 thing. It's not as bad as it seems. It's deep strategy and colorful art make it a delight to play and collect. Don't you know, I would trade my whole card collection for my health any day. Too bad it doesn't work like that. I can see it now...TAKE THIS MAGIC CARD MY SON...NOW BURN IT...YOU ARE HEALED. hahahhahahahhahahahahahhahalololololololololohahahhahahhahahhahhahahahlolololololololololol
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I already took a 5 minute nap, but I think I'll take another. I'm no good when I'm half asleep and sleazy and achy. I really wish I could help with things around the house. But I don't know what is being done. And frankly, I'm too sick and tired to care. I do have to clean my toilet and do a load of laundry. Maybe I can get those 2 things done, and make dinner, and wrap presents. But that's asking a lot.


We will have a nice dinner and presents though.

Internet Explorer that Comes with Windows 10 is a Whacky "Experience"

I kid you not. The newest version of Internet Explorer is deemed an "Experience" which is in some way better than just opening the program and using it. Not only does this mean I waste time blogging about a simple piece of technology that has made my life miserable. But also, it means I have to click 2 buttons to open a web browser and have to watch the stupid website load twice. I could blog on and on about the thought free progress we're getting on so many levels. In fact I think I will because this is the best way to earn advertising revenue on the web. Simply blog about technology shortcomings, then when people get fed up and google their problems, they will come across a whiney snivelling blog to console them. Here's your blog. Just click my advertising if you think Microsoft et. al. are dragging their feet. And blogs were never intended to rant and rave about advertising revenue.

Enough snivelling for now. My Mom told me today is going to be great. So I took that to mean I could pitch for breakfast at Subway. (and I think MLB is in the postseason now) Not only was my sub great, but I got a free cookie too. Now I'm chugging coffee and counting the opportunities that have been taken from me. Not a bad use of my time.

I'm not a huge fan of progress. But I've had my share of it. I'd like to think that now I'm distinguished and wise enough to carry myself through a day without collapsing from the pressure. But really I'm not that distinguished and I find myself checking out more now than ever. Mind you. These are problems whether or not you want them to be. I simply do not have the energy to do what needs to be done.

Now I'll ween out some books of my collection with cobwebs, sheet music I'll never perform, and cult classics that are more cult than classic.

I Remember When...

I remember when you could look at a computer without your eyes going crossed.

The Simple Life

Did anyone stop and consider whether these add-on features would be problematic in the future? NO, they aren't doing it to profit from repairs and replacement. That line of thinking is almost as bad as the feature deluge that we face in the real market. It's a matter of getting it right.

For example, I bought a nice purple and yellow scrubber today, from Palette and Purl. A great little spot to drop in and knit Robbinsdale, MN. It was priced a little high. But, there's not much you can screw up with a scrubber. You use a course fiber for its intended purpose. You crochet it up and it's a delight to the eyes and a delight to the person washing dishes.

Now, if every product were as pleasant as a simple handmade knit, we would have a lot less headaches in our daily life. I'm not saying that our product lines are defective necessarily. But, yes, they are defective. When a consumer is railroaded into non-productive lines of functioning for no apparent reason it's a problem. I'm a fan of a little whacky thinking when it comes to products. But don't price yourself out of your market. And don't put touch screen backup cameras on cars. And don't give me the "Internet Explorer Experience" in Windows. And don't jack up the price of postage. And don't manufacture junk. And if you do manufacture junk get rid of it (burn it). And it doesn't matter to anyone what kind of media you use, VHS or Blue-Ray. And don't add an espresso machine at McDonalds only to have it malfunction half the time. etc...etc...etc...

Progress has a price. Pay it or don't pay it.

I Hope My Avid Readers Find Something Worth Clicking

Thanks to my avid fans and readers for frequenting my blog through good times and bad. 1 Thing I do ask of my readers is if, while reading this blog, you see something of interest in the advertising don't hesitate to click on it. It does cost a few cents when you click. But that money goes directly to the owners of this site. Profits are made up of a combination of advertising dollars and sales through www.versaglobe.com and eBay.

It is a considerable challenge making money on the computer. And I thank you for respecting the time and energy that goes into making this, and all of the VersaGlobe family sites viable.

So Frazzling Tired

Met my new psychiatric doctor today, he seems nice. I hope he slows down the next time I see him. But he really knows a lot of questions about the health care of mental illness. Maybe he's good with treating them or maybe he's a quack. Only time will tell.

Kalene (Brandon Bell's very attractive sister) brought her son Collin to deliver Cub Scout popcorn today. That was great. It brought me back to elementary school when Brandon was his size. I wasn't sure what to say to him, but I asked him how scouts was. He seemed really happy to have a customer...and he gave me the same look Brandon gave me at his age. Coincidence, probably not. The popcorn is Scouts Caramel Corn. I've been craving caramel for a while now.

I'm really tired, by the way. Like losing my Mind, Body, and Soul tired. I just don't see a point in being so wrung out by the day. I know I should drink less coffee, but that's the only thing keeping me going. I've got lots of good things happening right now, but I want to be awake to experience them. My mind is hazy as all heck. It's like a steamroller rolling over a baloon inflated with helium. My body is falling apart. I've got more aches and ailments than somebody twice as accomplished, and with an extra 20 years on me. Well, I guess that's not so bad. That would only put me at 51.

I used to think that the Mind, Body, and Soul were a intricate balancing act where 1 could help the other when needed. And I still think that way.

PS. Dear bed I'll be back to you soon.