So-so day after a crummy start

My computer monitor had starting acting up a few days ago.  By acting up, I mean it would go dark, then come back on again.  The interval got shorter and shorter, until it was just about useless.  How can you do anything with a dark screen?

This morning it was really bad, so I called my computer man and he did a lot of stuff remotely.  It needed a lot of updating, etc., which took quite a bit of time.  He is coming late on Monday morning with a new monitor, as well.

This afternoon, I was so tired of it all that I decided to throw in the towel and watch a movie–the computer worked well for that, so I will return to it after supper.

Hopefully, this will be all settled in a day or two.

Still no word from the landlord.  I hope that situation does not get ugly.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

Delivery robot traffic jam on Chicago street

Yet more joys of modern living!  Wow!  A delivery robot traffic jam.  What will they think of next?  Can I wake up now?

Boy am I glad I don’t ride subways in NY

First, I did not know that people brought escooters and other lithium battery powered vehicles on subway cars.  That should not be allowed.  This video scared the heck out of me.  Another thing I’m very glad I don’t have to live with.

Some cute animal pictures

Just what we need on a stressful day.

Suffering Dave’s life story

Byron’s TV Listings, Aug. 3 REPRINT

TV Guide November 23, 1986 N. Alabama afternoon-evening

G’day, boys ‘n’ gulls! Byron the Quokka here, thanks to a mixed-up schedule. Violet Crepuscular has already sworn to get me with her pea-shooter. But like the feller said, “What, me worry?” and “Better late than never.”

Here are a few selections from this weekend’s potpourri of nooze (are you amazed that I could spell that? I am!).

Sunday (too late for Saturday)

11:22 a.m.   Ch. 64   MR. ICONIC–Pure culture rot, if you ask me

Follow Mr. Iconic down the road of Pure Cliche, just off the Meaningless Drivel Highway! This week: Learn how to say “they” and “them” when you’re talking about just one person. It drives people who care about English crazy!

3 p.m.  Ch. 06   BAG THE SCORPION!–Sports

It’s the national sport of Kaboodlestan, now being played all across Europe. Today: Spatrazzini Primos vs. Yorkshire Spads, winner take the whole bag of angry scorpions! Announcer: Yi Fang Chao. Ceremonial Chant: Charlie “Mulekicker” McCroy.

6:06 p.m.  Ch. 71   SELASSIE–Unnaturally smart dog (yawn!)

Selassie, great-great-grandpup of the original Lassie, has taught herself to be Lord High Mountebank of Ethiopia–and the Big Bopper (Jock Mahoney) doesn’t like it! All of these episodes were discovered in an old strongbox tucked away in a spooky corner of an old barn where the mountebanks used to play I Doubt It. This week: Selassie finds a caterpillar in her dog chow.

Well, folks, that’s a little taste of what’s in store for you today! I hope I can get home in time not to watch Mr. Iconic!

Quokka | National Geographic Kids

Maybe I can borrow that bike over yonder.

Byron the Quokka, signing off.

 

Dear Lord and Father of Mankind

Just got back

I ran out to do an errand which should have taken me 10 minutes.  I was gone for about an hour and a half, most of which was spent sitting in gridlock.  School is not back in session yet, but evidently there was a huge conference at the school (which is very close to my house).  This entire borough was one big parking lot.  It extended to downtown as well.  They are doing work to some of the roads, so there are many detours all over town as well.  It was atrocious.  I saw a couple examples of horrible driving.  I mean, dangerous.  People get impatient and then it’s hey world get out of my way.

I probably missed the landlord’s call about the exterminator.  If I don’t hear from him I will have to start pulling his coat.

I am totally and completely out of gas–again.

I still have not solved the problem of REPRINT posts.  When I do a reprint of one of Lee’s older posts, it does not send the email to the recipients, so it is not seen unless someone happens to go to the actual blog to see it.

Life can be really complicated sometimes.

Tomorrow I have nothing on the docket except a quick run to Whole Foods to drop off an Amazon return, so I can devote more time to the blog tomorrow.

Have a good night, all.

See you tomorrow.

God bless everybody.

Patty

 

 

Bear attack survivor speaks out

This is a little long, but very interesting.  This man is very lucky to be alive.

‘Ton Ey Curtus’s Hand!!’ (2017) Joe Collidge Reprint

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See? It is Ether “his” rihght Hand oar his Lefft Hand witch is mising, Alfrid Hich-coke Cut “it” offf whith a soard!!!!

Robbie the cat is lying on top of my notes and I haven’t got the heart to move her. This vintage “Joe Collidge” piece is the only title peeking out from under the cat.

Well, we can always use a good laugh. It’s a gift from God.

Ton ey Curtus’s Hand!!

And now the cat gets up and walks away!

Happy Sunday, everybody.