Thursday, October 06, 2005
Peeves
Why is it that whenever there are leftover donuts after a meeting everyone assumes the fat guy is going to take them home?
My daughter (the one away at college) called tonight to tell me she didn't have money for gas, so she was borrowing money from a friend so she could drive home to get gas money from me. Huh?
I was at McNugget's last week, and I swear the goldfish working the register had to walk back to it FOUR times to read it before she got my order complete. I had ordered only a side salad and a medium diet coke! What planet do they hire these people from?
Great.... Video and TV on your cell phone. As if bad drivers didn't have enough to distract them...
I hate it when the paper publishes the same Dilbert cartoon two days in a row. They never publish the missing one.
Yah, I have to rant once in a while. This is a great place to do it. My wife is a technophobe so she won't read this and tell me I'm whining.
I was going to allow comments, but within twelve seconds of making my first post, some stupid spammer posted a comment saying "Great blog, come get a new credit card at my site..." Sheesh. While I do usually oppose the death penalty, I think I am willing to make an exception for spammers.
Major peeve: idiots who throw their cigarette butts in my yard, or who flick them out their car windows without looking to see if someone is beside them. Now I have to drive either with my windows up or while wearing fire-proof underwear.
Peeve: a kid's pet rabbit that leaves little surprises all over the house, especially since I like to take my shoes off once I come home. Yuk! I guess I should be glad he didn't get a pet camel.
Why is it that the spell checker at blogger.com thinks that the word 'blog' is misspelled? Or that MS Word doesn't understand the word 'Centrino'. Is it because my computer uses an AMD processor instead of an Intel?
Final peeve of the day: Even though my daughter is off at college, and has been for over a month, there are still idiot friends of hers that still call here wanting to talk to her... at two o'clock in the freakin' morning!
Why is it that whenever there are leftover donuts after a meeting everyone assumes the fat guy is going to take them home?
My daughter (the one away at college) called tonight to tell me she didn't have money for gas, so she was borrowing money from a friend so she could drive home to get gas money from me. Huh?
I was at McNugget's last week, and I swear the goldfish working the register had to walk back to it FOUR times to read it before she got my order complete. I had ordered only a side salad and a medium diet coke! What planet do they hire these people from?
Great.... Video and TV on your cell phone. As if bad drivers didn't have enough to distract them...
I hate it when the paper publishes the same Dilbert cartoon two days in a row. They never publish the missing one.
Yah, I have to rant once in a while. This is a great place to do it. My wife is a technophobe so she won't read this and tell me I'm whining.
I was going to allow comments, but within twelve seconds of making my first post, some stupid spammer posted a comment saying "Great blog, come get a new credit card at my site..." Sheesh. While I do usually oppose the death penalty, I think I am willing to make an exception for spammers.
Major peeve: idiots who throw their cigarette butts in my yard, or who flick them out their car windows without looking to see if someone is beside them. Now I have to drive either with my windows up or while wearing fire-proof underwear.
Peeve: a kid's pet rabbit that leaves little surprises all over the house, especially since I like to take my shoes off once I come home. Yuk! I guess I should be glad he didn't get a pet camel.
Why is it that the spell checker at blogger.com thinks that the word 'blog' is misspelled? Or that MS Word doesn't understand the word 'Centrino'. Is it because my computer uses an AMD processor instead of an Intel?
Final peeve of the day: Even though my daughter is off at college, and has been for over a month, there are still idiot friends of hers that still call here wanting to talk to her... at two o'clock in the freakin' morning!
Opening Salvo
My name is Wayne, and I am a fifty year old male lifelong techno geek. One of the problems with being an old fart like me is trying to keep up in a society where the younger generation thinks we have always had 200+ channels, CD's, DVD's, iPods, computers, and that everyone drives 15 miles or more over the limit, in tight packs that would make a Nascar driver nervous.
Another problem is being the father of several teenagers. When you have a child in your thirties, (ok, at least two of them were born while in my thirties) they see you as this ancient fossil who probably remembers the invention of fire, and therefore couldn't possibly understand their generation, or any of their electronic toys. Strange, however, that it's always me they come to when one of their high-tech toys doesn't work.
One day I was reminded of my age when one of my daughter's friends was over, and her CD player quit working. Right in front of me she asks my daughter, "Can your grandpa fix this for me?" Ouch.
Of course, I'm the one that actually understands all the buttons on the fifteen different remotes (when I can actually find them,) but do I get any credit for it? Noooooo! I get angry children bouncing the stupid things off the front of my big-screen TV when they can't get it to record another episode of 'The Simpsons' even though it comes on sixteen times a day, seven days a week.
I also have the privilege of driving my daughter over to the mall (I'm not allowed to come inside with her) and dropping her off at the farthest entrance from where her friends might be so they don't see her with me. Guess it goes back to the time my wife and I were walking around the mall, and saw her kissing her boyfriend on the monitor outside of the photo booth. Fifteen year old girls don't like being caught by their parents while kissing a boy. The child didn't speak to us for a month. The silence was golden!
Ok, more to come later. Got to go earn a buck to feed this crew.
My name is Wayne, and I am a fifty year old male lifelong techno geek. One of the problems with being an old fart like me is trying to keep up in a society where the younger generation thinks we have always had 200+ channels, CD's, DVD's, iPods, computers, and that everyone drives 15 miles or more over the limit, in tight packs that would make a Nascar driver nervous.
Another problem is being the father of several teenagers. When you have a child in your thirties, (ok, at least two of them were born while in my thirties) they see you as this ancient fossil who probably remembers the invention of fire, and therefore couldn't possibly understand their generation, or any of their electronic toys. Strange, however, that it's always me they come to when one of their high-tech toys doesn't work.
One day I was reminded of my age when one of my daughter's friends was over, and her CD player quit working. Right in front of me she asks my daughter, "Can your grandpa fix this for me?" Ouch.
Of course, I'm the one that actually understands all the buttons on the fifteen different remotes (when I can actually find them,) but do I get any credit for it? Noooooo! I get angry children bouncing the stupid things off the front of my big-screen TV when they can't get it to record another episode of 'The Simpsons' even though it comes on sixteen times a day, seven days a week.
I also have the privilege of driving my daughter over to the mall (I'm not allowed to come inside with her) and dropping her off at the farthest entrance from where her friends might be so they don't see her with me. Guess it goes back to the time my wife and I were walking around the mall, and saw her kissing her boyfriend on the monitor outside of the photo booth. Fifteen year old girls don't like being caught by their parents while kissing a boy. The child didn't speak to us for a month. The silence was golden!
Ok, more to come later. Got to go earn a buck to feed this crew.
