Strange musings.
Today I was visited (e-mail) by the Tumblr Police who informed me they had removed one of my posts for violating their community guidelines. Yowie! That never happened before. Wonder what I did to draw their attention to my "sexual" content. I also wonder how long it will take them to get to the other 90 percent of Tumblr that has much more graphic sexual content than I do.
Of course I never read their guidelines. I just go by what other people are doing. I feel so -- guilty.
Meanwhile, playing golf this morning Robert had a hole in one. He's 72 years old and that was the first one of his life. Rick took a picture of him posing by the hole with the flagstick in one hand and the ball in the other. It was a fairly ratchety ball (thank you Episkey -- didn't know that word until you used it to describe your wet hair but it seems to fit a lot of situations), but Robert was elated.
It was disorienting. It's the only hole in one I've ever seen (except for my own) and I'm 66. I mean, it's a very low probability event. I've probably played a few thousand rounds of golf in my life and this is the second time it's ever happened.
As for my own play, I found myself in a lot of bad places that I was unable to avoid and didn't get out of very skillfully, leading to the reflection that I sometimes have from playing golf that what if I'm really no better at living my life than I am at golf? I mean, just today the washing machine backed up and the plumber couldn't fix it but charged me $235 anyway and said for another $470 he can come back and do some more shit that might fix it.
For a washing machine to drain? $700? Then of course there's the visor in my 1998 Toyota Avalon which is unraveling. $425 for a new VISOR!!!!!! Well, I passed on the visor, but I don't think my wife is going to be cool with passing on getting the washing machine (there's actually nothing wrong with the washing machine itself, right? Just the pipes under the house) to drain.
What is wrong with this picture? Nothing, I guess, except the fact that I don't make $150,000 a year, which seems to be the minimum requirement to live in a house in the suburbs. But you can't move anywhere either, because anywhere you move the rent would be more than my mortgage!!!
So I'm satisfied. I'll just die. That's fine. But I don't. For some reason.
So now I have a paper jam. I get inside my printer and clear out the paper jam and the good old HP LaserJet 1000 starts up again and by the time I figure out what it's doing I realize it's just reprinted 60 pages over again that it already printed!
Why?
Right? (First time for a sarcastic emoticon -- never used that one before because I NEVER feel like that, but I can use it now when I feel the OPPOSITE of that.
Sheesh. What a fucked up day!
Today I was visited (e-mail) by the Tumblr Police who informed me they had removed one of my posts for violating their community guidelines. Yowie! That never happened before. Wonder what I did to draw their attention to my "sexual" content. I also wonder how long it will take them to get to the other 90 percent of Tumblr that has much more graphic sexual content than I do.
Of course I never read their guidelines. I just go by what other people are doing. I feel so -- guilty.
Meanwhile, playing golf this morning Robert had a hole in one. He's 72 years old and that was the first one of his life. Rick took a picture of him posing by the hole with the flagstick in one hand and the ball in the other. It was a fairly ratchety ball (thank you Episkey -- didn't know that word until you used it to describe your wet hair but it seems to fit a lot of situations), but Robert was elated.
It was disorienting. It's the only hole in one I've ever seen (except for my own) and I'm 66. I mean, it's a very low probability event. I've probably played a few thousand rounds of golf in my life and this is the second time it's ever happened.
As for my own play, I found myself in a lot of bad places that I was unable to avoid and didn't get out of very skillfully, leading to the reflection that I sometimes have from playing golf that what if I'm really no better at living my life than I am at golf? I mean, just today the washing machine backed up and the plumber couldn't fix it but charged me $235 anyway and said for another $470 he can come back and do some more shit that might fix it.
For a washing machine to drain? $700? Then of course there's the visor in my 1998 Toyota Avalon which is unraveling. $425 for a new VISOR!!!!!! Well, I passed on the visor, but I don't think my wife is going to be cool with passing on getting the washing machine (there's actually nothing wrong with the washing machine itself, right? Just the pipes under the house) to drain.
What is wrong with this picture? Nothing, I guess, except the fact that I don't make $150,000 a year, which seems to be the minimum requirement to live in a house in the suburbs. But you can't move anywhere either, because anywhere you move the rent would be more than my mortgage!!!
So I'm satisfied. I'll just die. That's fine. But I don't. For some reason.
So now I have a paper jam. I get inside my printer and clear out the paper jam and the good old HP LaserJet 1000 starts up again and by the time I figure out what it's doing I realize it's just reprinted 60 pages over again that it already printed!
Why?
Right? (First time for a sarcastic emoticon -- never used that one before because I NEVER feel like that, but I can use it now when I feel the OPPOSITE of that.
Sheesh. What a fucked up day!