Showing posts with label Wisdom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Wisdom. Show all posts

Monday, August 27, 2007

My words. My time. Bacn and Bacon

I have a new annoying habit. It involves constantly checking the site to see if I have any customers yet. I know that I should expect customers for at least a month, but nonetheless I’ve been checking the site every hour to confirm that I DON’T HAVE ANY CUSTOMERS YET.

I’m also doing other things though, like adding products to the site and promoting the site (in ways I cannot tell you), and I know that it will takes weeks for the site to appear. I tried typing the site title into Google and NOTHING, which is what I expected, but dammit. I want this to work NOW.

Ok why isn’t dammit in Microsoft Word’s dictionary? I hate it when words that I know exist do not appear in the Word dictionary. It’s really annoying to have to manually say that words like Blogger, Dammit, and Orgasmic (ok that one showed up) don’t appear in Word. It’s so bad that I have to go to Google to get the proper spelling of a word. Why does Microsoft Word have to suck so much?

For example, a author of hard core porn is typing on word, writing his smutty story and then he wants to use a descriptive word and then Microsoft kicks in and says that is not a word. We’ll guess what? Felching is a word people. It’s not a good word, but it’s a good nonetheless. Oh and I dare you to type that word into Google. Then again, I might have misspelled it. I’m at work and there’s no way in hell I’m Googling it here.

Here’s another word, Googling. Like it or not, it’s now a word. I know that right now; a lot of English teachers’ heads are spinning, screaming that it’s not a word, BUT IT IS AND YOU HAVE TO LEARN TO DEAL WITH IT.

For hundreds of years, the English language has been using the same rules, and it hasn’t been until the Internet Generation, that these rules have started to change, despite the efforts of a bunch of grumpy old men. What I really love is how “txting” has changed how we communicate.

Just today, I learned a new Internet term called “Bacn” pronounced bacon. Bacn is e-mail is e-mail that you signed up for but never got around to unsubscribe to and you just delete it. What I like about Bacn is the missing O. A salute to Web 2.0 where the apps name usually are missing the last vowel, like in Flickr.

I love it when the rules change and stuffy old people are left in the lurch.

Then only concern I have now is Porn in HD. Do we really need that much detail?

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Tuesday, April 24, 2007

Words of Wisdom

One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a
well. The animal cried piteously for hours as
the farmer tried to figure out what to do.

Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway;

it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.

He invited all his neighbors to come over and
help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the
donkey realized what was happening and cried
horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he
quieted down.

A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.

As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it
off and take a step up.

Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey
stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!

Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds
of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well
is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of
our troubles is a stepping stone. We can get out
of the deepest wells just by not stopping,
never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.

Remember the five simple rules to be happy:

Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.

Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.

Live simply and appreciate what you have.


Give more.

Expect less


NOW ............


Enough of that crap . . . The donkey later came back,


and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.


The gash from the bite got infected and


the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.


MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:

When you do something wrong, and try to cover
your ass, it always comes back to bite you.


Thank you to Dr. Cheryl for sending me this.

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