Happy Birthday, sarameg!
argh. My Tivo, which was working fine yesterday, is now stuck on the "Welcome! Powering up..." screen. This is my third Tivo in a string of exchanges. If I end up having to get a fourth one before there's one that works, I will be, well, even more extremely annoyed than I already am. I'm begining to think that this is actually a sales tactic, to get me to give up on getting exchanges on the old one and just buy a new one.
Happy Birthday, sarameg!
I'm relieved to see others are as anal as I am about the texting. I don't go for punctuation other than periods or commas (no apostrophes for me), but spelling I'm pretty darn strict on.
I don't text. I'm completely too slow at it to make it worthwhile. Well, and none of my people text, so I'd be texting into the ether, or nearly so.
I don't text. I'm completely too slow at it to make it worthwhile. Well, and none of my people text, so I'd be texting into the ether, or nearly so.
This. And can I tell you just how glad I am that none of my people text, either? I love technology. I love computers. But I am of an Age where texting just annoys me.
Happy Birthday sarameg!
Why is it that, while blackberries taste better than blueberries individually, blueberry pie is so much better than blackbberry pie? Ah well, content with it remaining a mystery since it's blueberry pie I'm eating right now.
In less happy making news, I came home tonight to discover that the new owners had removed the fence around our front (unsecured) parking lot, trimmed the hedge to the point that I'm unsure it can survive this hot summer, and cut all the branches off our surrounding copse of lovely oak trees up to the 30' mark. The front of the building is now exposed with what looks like a bunch of thick telephone poles in front of it where beautiful shady trees once stood. Yeah, when this place goes condo or the rent doubles, having a clear unobstructed view of the rehab center across the street is really going to be a draw for the new tenants.
There's also a note about various upcoming "improvements" to the common areas and grounds. Of course, none of the tenants in residence were asked if they wanted any changes made.
Texting has one purpose for me -- meeting up with people in a crowded and/or noisy place. Much easier to text "At [insert random place name here]", then to stand in a bar with "Pour Some Sugar On Me" blasting in your ear while you yell "what?" into your phone.
Hey sarameg, happy birthday to you. You do realize I will never be able to forget the date of your birth.
Also, guess who's sitting on the couch right next to me?
NOAH!
I tell you what!
Sometimes I'll text a thank you if I've just been out with new people or people I don't hang out with.
I also texted less close friends after my uncle died. It just seemed easier than having the same conversation over and over.