It’s more than clear that either marketing wonks are abysmally illiterate, or that they assume we are. Clearly someone doesn’t understand or care about the plain meaning of words. Read more
Some very earnest young men have come visiting me recently. They come to my door in twos and threes wearing ties on white shirts and black dress slacks. They wear name tags declaring that they are “elder this” or “elder that”. They are, perhaps, old (or is it young) enough to be my children.
You may have noticed that the theme of this site keeps changing (or not, there aren’t that many of you that visit). I thought I had found one I liked… until it started inserting ads on my site.
It wouldn’t be so bad, but when the ads are for causes I simply cannot support? Away with the ads and away with the old theme.
[Update] The old theme was free, as is the one I’m using now. The ads came as a surprise and did not bring me any revenue.
When I was younger I really enjoyed reading comic books, particularly the ones about super-heroes. I enjoyed reading about Superman, Batman, Spider-Man, The Fantastic Four, The X-Men, The Silver Surfer, and quite a few other “heroes”. Comic books were cheap entertainment at 10 to 35 cents per copy. They allowed me to live a rich fantasy life where I was powerful, always right, good looking and muscular, and where if I didn’t get the girl it was because I had to lead a double life for her protection.
I don’t know why, but after upgrading WordPress a couple of weeks ago none of my posts would display. Fortunately I was able to export them, and to back up all of my media. Today I completely uninstalled WordPress and rebuilt the site from the ground up. Read more
Not so long ago I deactivated my Facebook account. I’ve already explained my reason for that, and I ‘m not going to revisit that now. I deactivated my account, but I didn’t delete it. At some point I may reactivate the account, but right now I’m not planning on it.
Deactivating a social media account is a big break. Sometimes people notice. But, once you’ve done it, how can you ever know unless they have another way to reach out to you? Well, one of my best friends has my phone number and she sent me a text message to make sure I’m OK.
You have fallen of[f] the face of the earth again. I trust you are OK and just either bored with Facebook or frustrated with people in general. I miss your comments.
The conversation grew from there, but since I was at work I really couldn’t give it the attention she deserves. I promised I would explain myself here, and we could use the comments thread to continue it.
Several weeks ago, at the end of a bible study, one of the ladies in my church recommended “90 Minutes in Heaven” to us. This isn’t the sort of book or movie that interests me, but I understand the fascination that the subject holds for many people. Fascination or not, I don’t think it’s a good thing.