Santa may not be squeezing his fat ass down my chimney at the moment, but with a sky that blue, who cares?
Some Fridays I send no thanks to God.
The press brays about another delivery of magic beans from the Orange House. My main MacBook Pro develops a bloat I can’t doctor and must be shipped off for emergency surgery. Sue Baroo the Fearsome Furster goes in for a radiator transplant. And WordPress shanghais me into its pain-in-the-ass block editor.
All this being said:
• At least I don’t have to edit any bean-delivery stories for The Daily Disappointment-Fabricator. (“Just who says ‘he tested positive,’ anyway? Same guy who’s been lying about anything and everything since he was whelped?”)
• I have a backup MacBook Pro. Not as powerful, but hey, at least it’s not swelling up like a poisoned Russian dissident.
• The Furster is 15 going on 16. Of course she’s gonna have occasional meltdowns. They’re still cheaper than a monthly payment for the car I don’t want to buy anyway.
But WordPress? Fuck those guys. This block editor eats shit out of a hipster’s thrift-store fedora. It makes me want to run away from the news, my second-best MacBook, and my credit-card statement, and go for a nice long bike ride.
See ya.
Tags: MacBook Pro, Sue Baroo the Fearsome Furster, WordPress
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October 3, 2020 at 11:15 am |
Well, now that mention it, the week has been interesting.
October 3, 2020 at 12:27 pm |
Maybe your bad juju crept my way. The motherboard on my old desktop (yep I still use them) died. Fortunately I keep an extra desktop around just for the purpose of old computers dying. I fired it up and spent a “few” hours bringing all the files, emails, porn photos, etc. etc. up to snuff (sniff?).
I’ll trade you my old car for your old car. Mine has more room and probably more comfy seats and likely smells better…
Hey that’s a nice chimney cap. But how do the bats get into the flue to roost and have their babies. There’s nothing like the intermittent chirping of the baby bats when the parents fly in with new bugs to eat. But remember not to open the damper when chirping is heard and don’t start any late summer fires in the fireplace.
Regarding WordPress. I hate it when good things get updated and fukked up.
Here’s to a fine day of bike riding !
October 3, 2020 at 1:53 pm |
Friggin’ technology, hey? This is why I like to have a deep bench. If the main 15-inch MacBook Pro goes, I have its 13-inch little brother. If that goes too, there’s the 11-inch MacBook Air. All three idled? Well, I suppose I could work on the iPad Pro, but I really dislike iOS, so I might go to the old black-plastic MacBook from 2006 instead.
Batting last in the lineup is a 12-inch G4 PowerBook, which is a year older and pre-Intel to boot. At this point it’s basically a typewriter. I might be able to send and receive email with it, but browsing the Innertubes is like swimming upstream in flood season with a jukebox chained to one leg.
Meanwhile, Apple is preparing to release its latest iPhone, so naturally mine has begun acting out. They get suicidal when the new models appear.
WordPress. Arrrgh, etc. I immediately thought about shifting over to my old Blogspot account, but remembered they’ve changed their CMS to a block-based deal too.
October 4, 2020 at 5:31 am |
Oh my. Jukebox? You are dating yourself. Almost like shouting out “toe clips pencil sharpeners bathtub transistor radio” in a Turrets chant. How do you expect to woo the almighty and anointed as gods “younger readers” who are supposed to line our streets with gold?
October 4, 2020 at 7:53 am |
Herself rolls her eyeballs every time I trot out some hoary old reference like that. You can hear the clicking from miles away when I deliver some Great War insult like, “Aw, your mom swims to troopships,” or instead of simply replying “Yes” to a simple question bark out some inanity like “Is it dangerous to walk through the jungle wearing a pork-chop jacket?”
October 3, 2020 at 3:53 pm |
October 4, 2020 at 5:39 am |
Uh oh! I’m starting to look like that guy. Better get a new hat and change eyewear. Maybe sharpie in a Groucho mustache.
October 4, 2020 at 6:44 am |
One of the first songs I learned, after “Dead Skunk In The Middle Of The Road.” Paul Thorn wrote the “Bad Day Blues.”