Crude Belching and Incontinence, Pawn America was less than helpful

Still belching and incontinent...I think the belching is from Grandpa and the incontinence from pornography.

On an unrelated note, I brought some very saleable goods to Pawn America and they followed their corporate and personal procedure without a second thought to the saleable nature of the products. I was only expecting a smile and a couple bucks, but I got a long wait and a magnet test. Poor business strategy. I guess Pawn Stores are better for buying than selling.

Windows 7, 8, 10, greasy photographic mess, Flash Computing

This is my impression of the "modern" Windows operating system. The artifacts displayed on screen do not seem to be natural graphical display issues. But that may be my paranoia setting in. There seems to be a number of unrelated contributions to this new unwanted feel of Windows. First, the layout of the buttons, windows, color schemes, and application settings have changed, giving Windows a feel that's not quite like windows. It strikes me, another contributing factor would be optimization for 64 bit computing. This extra "bandwidth" in processing power may contribute to a change in response times and application functioning, albeit for the better. It strikes me, it's like taking a horse race track and adding lanes for additional horses. You get to compare more horse speeds this way. This also gives it the greasy photographic feeling. And by the way I just noticed that my pings are being recorded in IPv6 instead of IPv4. Another positive improvement, if you like flying toasters, that is.

I haven't decided whether the artifacts are a result of software or hardware malfunctioning, or simply using a LCD monitor for too long.

I forget everything I put in my irate letter to Microsoft Developers, but it's on a forum somewhere, and they should reference that.

I've been informed about "Classic Shell" a couple times and do not want to distance myself from the supposed progress made by Microsoft. I'll continue to use default Windows 10.

Why can't people accept the limitations of the computer?

UPDATE: I'm too full of Mexican food to care what Windows does.

VersaGlobe Inventory of Graded Baseball Cards Left Behind at Arizona

It shouldn't suprise those of you that know me, but I left my Graded Baseball Cards at my Grandparents at Arizona. I'll have to list various products that I have around here before offering the cards again. I may or may not take them off my e-store for sale. As I can always have them fulfilled from Arizona. I guess it could be viewed as Corporate Espionage against myself.

Farting, Burping, Incontinent, leather for skin, do I only complain when it's cold?

I'm not an elitist, far from it. But all of a sudden I find myself with a handful of crude habits. Do we really live in fear of the crude? I don't think so. Some might find solace in their crude habits, but I don't. For example, I hate having to wear a winter hat indoors during the day. I shouldn't have to. But the powers that be keep it cold inside so I wear a winter hat inside. Bad manners, yes. Any choice in the matter, no.

What makes it worse is my Mother asking me to do things for her while I can barely control my own bodily functions. It's miserable. I've always tried being a helpful person. There's only so much a single person can take before they are permanently damaged and woefully disabled. I just can't stand it when I'm sick and the people I ask for help are less than helpful.

Those less than helpful people utter things like "that's how it functions," "try more," "they get what they want," "it might not work anymore" and other nonsense like that. They don't get lasting progress because they don't want lasting progress. I'm still hopefull that there are ways we can help one another find comfort without a wrecking ball.

My Grandfather said something that touched me. He told me he didn't want to get at each others' throats. I find his patience in my own short-sightedness a relief. It's a relief from the struggle of daily life. He's also the person that burped and farted while I was on vacation, so go figure.

While I don't want my blog to turn into a whine fest. I'm really cold right now. I think my skin temperature at my feet is around 40 degrees. Don't ask me why my feet aren't getting blood circulation to them. And frankly I don't care. It's "probably" genetic with a "case" of bad circulation.

Back in Town, the Frozen Tundra

For my dear fans, I'm back in Minneapolis. Vacation was a spectacular ride and a warm ride to boot. I've got a lot of catching up to do now that I'm back. I'm afraid I've got a lot of clutter at both my bedroom and my office to take care of. I'm not willing to take a loss on the items I've aquired so I'm preparing to have my items sit on the market for a good spell. I'll have to keep them dusted.

On a more personal note I'm happy that I'm back. I've always thought of Minnesota as my home and now I'm here. There's never a dull moment but sometimes we wish that there were. My bedding smells like empty room even though my Aunt and Mom slept there. If I had a little more energy I would try washing it. Maybe it will start smelling cheery because I'm sleeping there. Or maybe I'll wash it. I forgot that I get the midday sun and have to close my blinds at my office.

I'm still hungry after an Arizona Tea, Mcdonalds, and fruit. I know I should really watch it better but my appetite seems to have gotten bigger. Maybe I'll have Mexican. I guess I'm eating for Grams, Gramps, and myself.

UPDATE: No Mexican, but I downed water and now I'm fuller.