14 January 2011

How's that for a hobby?

I found this ad on Craig's List today, and saved the pictures to show you:

"10 or so tractors for sale. We have some h's, m's, a 300, and a super m. Some run some don't. Email for appointment to see them!"

I just have to say, you know this guy's wife told him he HAD to get rid of at least SOME of the tractors.  Seriously, "ten OR SO"??  He doesn't know how many tractors he has.  How big is a tractor?

I don't want to hear anything else about my yarn-buying habits, ever.  At least yarn helps keep the house warm.

These may look really cool, but they're not going to keep your ears and feet warm, and help insulate your house.

This, my friends, is a hobby out of control.  My yarn?  Doesn't even compare.

12 January 2011

Welcome to our regular edition of...

What your government spends your money on.  (Go read it; it's not long.)  Confiscating chocolate eggs, and sending letters requesting permission to destroy them afterwards.  I wonder how many cars with drugs in them went through customs while they were searching for and seizing these eggs?  Probably not many, if any at all, to be honest.  But still, doesn't it seem like there's something wrong with this picture??

As a side note, I had no idea I had consumed contraband eggs as a child.  And, funnily enough, I never came remotely close to choking on the toy inside (which, as you can see from the picture, is encased in a plastic shell inside the chocolate).  I must have been some kind of genius child.

Don't our politicians and border control people have more important things they could spend their time and OUR money on?!

09 January 2011

Here we go round the mulberry bush...

That's what home renovation is like, you know.  Round, and round, and round you go, and where it ends...wait, that's the game at the carnival.  Anyway, you get my point.  Fixing up the house is the never-ending project.  (The real one.  The scarf I knitted my brother for Christmas turned out to be just a poser in this regard, since I did finally manage to conquer it.)

So, off we go again:

When the Mad Scientist asked what I would like to do this weekend, I said "Well, I would really love to get the drywall hung in the bathroom.  By which I actually really meant that we should work on it together, but, as it turned out, my sweetheart sent me off to Sock Club yesterday, and hung it up himself.

Or he would have, except that he decided to check a pair of taped up wires dangling in the wall...which, it turned out, were hot.  (As an aside, I cannot tell you how many things like that we have found in the process of renovating this house, as well as the last one we lived in.  Hazard of old houses, I guess; no one followed code, or it hadn't been invented yet.)  So, first he had to crawl into the crawl space under the house to fix that issue, which is what he was working on when I got back from Sock Club.

Then my job was to keep the kids out of the way, and hold up the drywall, while he operated the drill.  It was more work than we expected because of the wires, but we did finally get it all up.

Now for paint, and trim.  What's that you say?  The hole?  Oh, that's a large pipe, which stuck out too far to put the drywall over.   Here we go round.....

Once that's figured out, we just have to take care of this:

Doors.  I need doors, for my own sanity and peace of mind.  There's nothing to be done with the space; I just need to cover it up.

07 January 2011

I'm still feeling ornery

So, in keeping with that, I present this list for your enjoyment/perusal.

I'd just like to say (since this is my personal space, where I can say what I think if I want to) that I found that list to be condescending and obnoxious.

Personally, I think maintaining the separation of work and home is more important now than ever, for precisely the reason mentioned.

I think that no e-reader whatchamacallit is ever going to equal the experience of sitting down with an actual printed item in your hand, and I know for a fact that magazines are actually doing better now than they have been for a while.  (I don't remember where I read it, sorry, but it was an actual statistic from an actual study, that I received in an actual piece of mail from an actual magazine.)  And I will never, ever, give up my books for a piece of plastic.  (No matter how convenient it is for traveling, it's just not the same.)

I think watches are still a practical and attractive method for telling time, especially since:

I despise cell phones.  I own one because it was given to me, and while I'm grateful not to have to have long-distance on my land-line, I still don't like cell phones.  Mostly because no one seems to understand the "off" feature.  My having a cell phone doesn't mean that I'm available 24/7 at someone else's convenience, and I wish that were true for a whole lot of other people, as well.

As for paper maps, I don't think GPS is an improvement.  Both are just as likely to lead you astray because they are out of date.  At least the paper map will do it without an annoying voice.  Paper maps have the advantage of not needing to be able to locate a satellite, which is pretty major if the GPS I have experience with is any indication of how well they usually work.

I don't do Facebook, and I never will.  For one thing, there's a few people with whom I have no interest in being "in touch", if that's what you call the total inanity that passes for Facebook "communication".  For another, when I want to contact someone I do it using a Real Letter (which I'll say more about in a minute).

The day the only way to own a camera is to buy a smart phone will be a sorry, sorry day in the history of mankind.

When I look at pictures, I like to have longer than five seconds.  I don't like it when a picture I'm appreciating fades into the next photograph before I'm done.  I think that digital frames have a place, but I find the idea that they will soon make regular picture frames obsolete frankly ludicrous.

And now, regarding letters.  I write letters.  I write letters with a fountain pen, on real paper.  I also write e-mails.  If I had to choose one over the other, I'd take a hand-written letter any day of the week, and twice on Sundays (except they don't deliver them on Sundays).  A letter is so much more civilized than an e-mail or phone call.  It doesn't require the person to drop what they're doing to talk (although I use my answering machine to avoid that; I'm not against ALL technology), and it invites leisurely perusal and a response in kind.  And the postal service is not going to become obsolete, leaving those of us who like letters bereft and crying, because no one has yet figured out a way to send packages over the computer.  So there.

Backing up a bit, if someone I'm talking with can't put down their phone for the time it takes to have a decent conversation, I'll find someone else to talk with.  Texting and taking calls while you're talking to someone else is rude.  If you have to take it, excuse yourself.  Talk to one person at a time.

And as for hiding, I'll just say this:  My phone isn't in my pocket.  It's not surgically attached to my ear, and I left it home.  Find me now.

I will agree with the author on a few things:  Renting movies is pretty silly, when you can get just about anything from the library.  I wouldn't be sorry to see wires disappear.  I like Craigslist as well as the next person, especially because I don't have to pay for the newspaper to read it.  I usually look things up on-line when I have a question, and can't imagine any question being so important that it couldn't wait 'til the electricity came back on.  The evening news probably isn't much of a loss, and cds do take up a lot of room.  And I have already eliminated commercials from my own life, by the simple expedient of not watching tv.

I could live without Craigslist, and I can probably live without knowing what a vampire bat's wings look like right this very minute too (but that's another post), so I don't think that Modern Technology is really going to be changing a whole lot, in my life.  Your mileage may vary, and I'm ok with that.  Just leave my books alone.

06 January 2011

Let's hear it for the "Fat Lady"

Because it's OVER.  2010 that is.  And I would say that last year could bite me hard on the hind parts, but it's already done that so many times I don't really want to think about it.  Lots of tough stuff, last year, and I am so So glad to see it end.   So all I really have to say, now, is "Don't let the door hit you in the butt on your way out."

I hope 2011 is a better year for us.  We could sure use one.