Well, that’s what I am doing now.
Well, that’s what I am doing now.
If anyone knows what is happening at Google let me know please.
My Gmail address of many years has gone poof and I got a temp new one as underneath but I haven’t a clue what will happen to Gmail and this Post.
Old Friends, do email me at the new address; it seems to work but I have lost my entire address book in the process.
Enjoy a happy 4th of July America.
New Gmail address:
Messrs. Google & Co
You got your brain cookies scrambled and your hi-tech noodles in a mess.
This is the message I get when I try to log into Gmail:
“Oops! Your browser seems to have cookies disabled. Make sure cookies are enabled or try opening a new browser window. [?]”
I didn’t change my Password and told you so. I didn’t ask for a verification code. The one you sent me is not asked for anywhere anyway.
I am still on Windows XP and I am not in the least interested in your wars with Windows.
I don’t need a new Browser. Everything that I need to do gets done by my old Windows Internet Explorer Browser and if any new classy lot tries to get me into a new Browser I just wipe their name off my contact list.
I need a new browser like I need a hole in the head.
Get your cookies unscrambled; you are not yet ruling the World. And get my email address working, unless you want me and thousands of others to go somewhere else for email.
PS: Anyone ever tried to email Google?
To a dear friend I care for and sommer to all of you.
It’s not bad here at 2015/06/21 09:43:24 AM on my computer this morning.
Today is the shortest day in our hemisphere; my weather program says sunrise at 07:47 and sunset at 17:47 i.e. exactly 10 hours sunlight. Some years ago I did the East Coast of America in June and picked a place called East Point in Maine to overnight and wait for the 4th of July. In your own Motorhome you can stand wherever you want to anyway. East Point is more or less on latitude 45 and happens to be the Eastern-most point of the ole US of A. It’s also the home base of the Maine Lobster. The mid-day temperature was Hotazel like in the Western Transvaal in mid December.
Did you know that the sun runs faster near end March and end September than June up north and December down here? At “full speed” it regularly moves up to 3 minutes per day but slows down from early June or December and often stands dead still for two or three days at a time for refueling, maintenance and taking on migrant labor to repair and replace whatever is needed for the return run? It often remains stationary for almost a week around 21st June and December. It’s all high-tech scientifically mille-seconds accurate.
You can easily prove it with a simpler example; watching a pumpkin plant from the day it sprouts the first leave above ground. You will also note that the grown pumpkin doesn’t roll off the earth at night time.
All migrant workers are engaged for exactly ten days at a time; they have to get off before the permanent crew members restart the engines. When old Sun hits the Equator March and September it really goes at top speed sometimes almost touching 4 minutes on a good day.
Come stay with me one day and I will show you my statistics of the four seasons, from which one feller name of Ike Jakson developed the modern Flat Earth Theory.
Can you buy me some Hulett’s brown caramel sugar and bring it with you next time you visit old civilization? Ockie has run out of it at the Oasis Supermarket. I shall refund you.
PS: The word “sommer” in the first line is a Dutch word, meaning sommer, like in it’s sommer a lekka word.
The European Union never was anything other than a high class whorehouse; somebody had the wild dream that it could be the Elite Club for selected Members and the Banking Whores of selected countries to form a private bastion for financial gain of Members Only; no Americans allowed to enter.
Nobody gave a single thought to China, Russia or Asia.
Did they really think that they could pull it off, or did they simply never give it a thought?
America has always been pre-occupied with their fears of Russia and China and kept the World informed of Communist ideology in order to maintain financial supremacy, also in the belief that they would in the course of time be handed the long anticipated boom in African Trade on a plate and never even saw the folly of their isolation across the pond. They missed the rise of Entrepreneurial China, Russia and Asia by the proverbial mile but finally woke up though it was too late to stop the rising Asian giants.
Fortunately, or so some Americans thought, Crimea came up and they scrambled in for the kill in the hope that it would also give them a new foot in the door to trade with Europe. Shucks, they even managed to convince Merkel and France to support them against Russia. The oil price helped a little; they even started to think that they can now take Russia out, but once again forgot to check up on old history; kind of surprised to find that China is backing Russia to the hilt.
Then little old Greece decided they had paid enough to the Whores of Europe and the Comedy commenced.
In the past week hardly one day has passed without at least ten commentaries on Grexit in the World Financial Media. Two days ago some started adding Brexit for extra laughs during interval.
Now I am not saying that the Greeks have a strong poker hand in the present turmoil but it seems obvious that the EU Whores are in the same predicament. Someone may be sitting with three aces; who knows? It’s a game that can probably be won by two small pairs.
I wonder what makes me think that the Greeks may just have that and actually dare to play it.
I have long held the belief and often wrote about it that modern humans reach adulthood at 40.
The old adage of legal adulthood at 21 and voting age down to 18, what with reducing it to 16, has long gone with the wind. In development of mind and experience combined we enter adulthood at 40.
I worked with research statistics on Group Attitudes and Perceptions for 30 years from my age 30 to 60 and would gladly enter into correspondence with anyone else that is knowledgeable on the facts. To me that’s the real life.
But I made some other discoveries too; they stand out in actual statistical graphs.
One is age 48. The successful person is then at his/her peak of growth and maturity with the most beautiful period in life still to come from 50 to 60. You have to get through the 48 barrier so to speak to walk the stage with pride from 50 to 60, and then mature gracefully from 60 onwards.
And how fortunate I am, blessed more than so many of my contemporaries or any before me, to know such a person today?
In this case she is a lady; prim in many ways from her upbringing, knowledgeable from having been in a career where one gets to know and work with from the very best to the lowest elements of Society, strong but gentle, AND YES, what I look for, the most beautiful prettiest flower of the Creation ever passing through my life.
Linger longer my lovely one; stay over if you can. I shall hold you gently today and not take my eyes of you, not even once. The day belongs to you; the joy to behold you is mine.
Just mind that I am not too old to stop me from doing some very stupid things; like charging up the mountain side calling everyone I meet to come and see my pretty flower. Precious gemstones of great beauty, gold or diamonds are all blah: pale and of no value or beauty in comparison to you.
You will understand if I call today my day for knowing you.
There are so many; each one is precious beyond description.
Then we have the rare ones; they are perhaps not more precious than others but they are so rare that they dare not be told in mortal words. They are to be gift wrapped and passed on with love and care.
But can you wrap a memory and transmit it?
I shall try because this one is so precious and I am faced with another problem with him. It is copyright and the author as well as the Blog Owner are such special people, plus in this instance the man only known as Nolanimrod who passed the link on to me is more than precious.
Please do yourself the favor and read this link with great care. I am down on the ground but my spirits are soaring high above. Please allow me some time to explain. I shall do that later when I have recovered; just read this now:
Recognition and Credit to and in honor of Taki’s Magazine
I am not an Internet Fan.
In fact, I am all for severe restrictions on what should be allowed on the Web; financial business is one. The Webby is controlled by all the crooks and shysters from around the globe; money laundering has been made so easy that there is no way to stop it. Forex dealing is running out of control and World Finance is about to go over the precipice.
For me the only good thing on the Internet is email. It has made it possible for pen-pals to communicate around the World in split seconds spreading news, humor and gems of wisdom of other peoples and places. This one is a good example; just came in by Gmail from a friend in Iowa.
I am still laughing my own ass off crawling around on the floor. This is about America; spread it around and tell us about similar beauties in your country.
Teachers and Cops
These are actual comments made on students’ report cards by teachers in the New York City public school system. All teachers were reprimanded (but, boy, are these funny!)
1. Since my last report, your child has reached rock bottom and has started to dig.
2. I would not allow this student to breed.
3. Your child has delusions of adequacy.
4. Your son is depriving a village somewhere of an idiot.
5. Your son sets low personal standards and then consistently fails to achieve them.
6. The student has a ‘full six-pack’ but lacks the plastic thing to hold it all together.
7. This child has been working with glue too much.
8. When your daughter’s IQ reaches 50, she should sell.
9. The gates are down, the lights are flashing, but the train isn’t coming.
10. If this student were any more stupid, he’d have to be watered twice a week.
11. It’s impossible to believe the sperm that created this child beat out 1,000,000 others.
12. The wheel is turning but the hamster is definitely dead.
These are actual comments made by 16 Police Officers. The comments were taken off actual police car videos around the country:
1. “You know, stop lights don’t come any redder than the one you just went through.”
2. “Relax, the handcuffs are tight because they’re new. They’ll stretch after you wear them a while.”
3. “If you take your hands off the car, I’ll make your birth certificate a worthless document.”
4. “If you run, you’ll only go to jail tired.”
5. “Can you run faster than 1200 feet per second? Because that’s the speed of the bullet that’ll be chasing you.”
6. “You don’t know how fast you were going? I guess that means I can write anything I want to on the ticket, huh?”
7. “Yes, sir, you can talk to the shift supervisor, but I don’t think it will help. Oh, did I mention that I’m the shift supervisor?”
8. “Warning! You want a warning? O.K, I’m warning you not to do that again or I’ll give you another ticket.”
9. “The answer to this last question will determine whether you are drunk or not. Was Mickey Mouse a cat or a dog?”
10. “Fair? You want me to be fair? Listen, fair is a place where you go to ride on rides, eat cotton candy and corn dogs and step in monkey poop.”
11. “Yeah, we have a quota. Two more tickets and my wife gets a toaster oven.”
12. “In God we trust; all others we run through NCIC.” [NationalCrimeInformationCenter]
13. “Just how big were those ‘two beers’ you say you had?”
14. “No sir, we don’t have quotas anymore. We used to, but now we’re allowed to write as many tickets as we can.”
15. “I’m glad to hear that the Chief (of Police) is a personal friend of yours. So you know someone who can post your bail.”
AND THE WINNER IS….
16. “You didn’t think we give pretty women tickets? You’re right, we don’t.. Sign here.”
I have had my fill of politics on the Internet; my system is still old Windows XP and when any Website tells me that I must update my browser I just wipe that off my visit list. I therefore, can’t handle videos and I am not in the least interested in the porn it offers but you may send me any good slide shows in PPS format.
Yes OK, I know it’s like that; it’s also true that you can’t teach an old hound any new tricks; sure I agree with that too.
But what you young kids don’t know is that an old hound that has sniffed around in many places can recognize odors and knows about old beans or cabbage stew farts.
Take modern finance for example.
It is all done on the computer. Dealers deal and Traders trade from platforms; you can visualize a platform as one of these rickety things hanging on the side of the Wall Street Stock Exchange building with guys in overalls cleaning the windows on the outside.
In the old days the window cleaners would have been able to peek through the windows and see the traders running around scribbling on little cards and holding them up; they would nod at some and others would nod back and both would scribble on their cards. At the end of the day reams of print would be running all the trade records of the day for all to see, including all the shady deals. Insider trading was rife; according to Greg Blank everybody was doing it but he was the only one to go to prison. See him crying a river in:
But nowadays the platform is not a ramshackle affair hanging on the outside of the Stock Exchange building. It’s all hi-tech computers; whiz kids of 25 years old sit in front of their computers in Claremont outside Cape Town South Africa and “trade remote” with any Stock Exchange from Toronto Canada to Timbuktu.
It’s impossible, they say, to commit fraud because the computer is in control. It’s just impossible, the mod high-techie will tell you, for anyone to defraud all those computers. Don’t worry, you investor idiots, they say, your money is safe.
Not so, says the old hound, not so at all, he says, as he sniffles around slobbering on his old beans and cabbage stew building up a good fart while the thunder is rolling in over the hills.
Says the old hound: “Iffin you can let go with a good fart right in the inside of the old workers lavvy outside the Stock Exchange just before the thunder strikes to blow the lavvy sky high when it hits the bean and cabbage stew fart. It’s not nearly like the shit hitting the fan; no it’s much worse”.
How you ask? Where is the evidence? Yeah, says the hi-techie in his expensive business suit getting into his Ferrari with his remote computer and a smirking false smile on his lying face. You have no evidence, he smirks.
The old hound looks like dosing off but is sniffing the air. That fart spread real well with the thunder, he says while sniffing the breeze.
To be continued.