Another nine spam deleted. The sense of satisfaction in blasting that stuff to kingdom come is brief, but significant. What is it about this AtMail account that attracts the spam-meisters? I use it for nothing except notifies and corresponding with other diarists. I have three other accounts I use, and none of them get this…
(aka: The Spam that ate my storage space.) OK, this morning I deleted nineteen pieces of junk mail off my AtMail account. Am I the only one enjoying this barrage of crap, or are all users getting hit as hard as I am? I do not need my penis enlarged, help getting out of debt,…
… the good news, or the bad? Bad news: The stupid hospital hasn’t gotten back to me yet about their disability parameters. I had really, really, really hoped to get that resolved today. The longer this drags on, the more likely it is that I’m returning to work next Monday. Good news: The cardiologist appointment…
I do believe that my little grey cat-from-hell has forgiven me for abandoning her for two whole weeks. She has deigned to again regard my lap as a kitty-bed, and is even now taking her mid-morning siesta in the comfort of my discomforted legs. No matter. I’m sure feeling will return to them sometime later…
Well, I see that the “ten most recently updated diaries” list is working again. I’m surprised there wasn’t more complaints about its absence, but then again, it disappeared sometime during my vacation, so perhaps I missed the peak bitching stage. To continue my vacation update … we did tide pools and desert. We visited San…
Joshua Tree National Park, Thursday afternoon, August 28th. I know you are supposed to start a story at the beginning, but sometimes the end is as good a place to start as any. Our last day of vacation in California before heading home was spent in one of the Socialist’s and my favorite places, Joshua…
As all good postcards do, this one arrives after the vacation is over:
Some thoughts I jotted down while heading north on Route 5 in California, between LA and San Francisco: This Pennsylvanian knows she isn’t on the East Coast any more. The land passing by me now is strange to me. Part of the strangeness stems from the fact that California is a land of extremes. When…
I had so much I’d intended to put into diary entries. â¢I’ve got my new computer desk set up and running. â¢I spliced additional wire onto my new stereo’s speakers so that I could set it up on the new desk the way I wanted. â¢I only have to see the doctor every three weeks…
The more things change, the more they stay the same.” Sometime I want to be the one responsibe for creating one of those witty bon mots that get so overused that they become abused and nearly invisible in the spoken and written language. Anyhow, here we go with another “different day, but same old entry”…