It is difficult to concentrate on blogging when I’m in the land of Enchantment. Otherwise known as New Mexico. Somewhere near Santa Fe.
Distracted by food, art, and craft. Most of all by my chatty 3.9-year old granddaughter.
In addition to that I am still having bothersome problems with my web host, Earthlink. My website is not updating as it should. Earthlink can’t seem to get a handle on it and correct the malfunction. Plus I am borrowing(and without authority) a Wi Fi signal. A Wifi signal from next door. Something I usually wouldn’t do but, it was my only option. So, you do what you gotta do. Steal a signal.
And, in addition to all that I am using Word 2007 and I hate it. At my office I use Word 2000 and it works just fine for me. Plus Word 2k is easier to use. I wish I could buy a laptop with WinXP. XP is what I have on my desktop.
Other than that, blogging is coming along just fine. I wish. Hope all is well with you.
Chuck
Rational voice of the Southern Plaines. Commenting on politics, religion, technology, Pop culture, radio, TV, and the general Media. If you wish to comment on anything written in the Red Dirt Post, go to chuckayers.com and to the “Contact Us” info. All my best, Chuck Ayers Editor
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Friday, October 28, 2011
Working with what I have and not what I wished I had
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Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Back to work
I am back on the job of blogging. For a moment I was away in fantasyland enjoying life. But now, I am back ready to besmirch congress. My favorite pass time.
No other institution deserves so much wraths and disgust. Well, let me make an exception to that rule. Talk radio is just about as slimy and repugnant.
But anyway, congress is still my main target. Lowbrow people occupying a sacred building on Capitol Hill. All miserable wretches they are. Vile. Decedent. People who forgot who sent them there and for what reason. “What me? Worry?”
If you talk to your congressman or woman, tell them how utterly moronic and ‘Non-starter’ they are. More like really dumb. Perhaps snake like. Sons of cockroaches. Down right puddles of Jackass urine.
So, back to work. On the job. Eager to revile the collective known as the real job killers. What I blow into my handkerchief from my nose has more discernable value than what comes from congress. God hellp us all.
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