The Blog Without a Title

You need to tell me if you are tired of the angry guy.

It seems to me the last few bogs have been full of rants and complaints. I'm not so sure you want to spend your spare time reading about the more negative aspects of my life.

I'm sorry if incompetence, wasted time and aggravation have been at the forefront of my mind these last few days. There's nothing like jury duty, missed appointments, non working computer hardware (or is it software) and privacy intrusions to get me in a dark, bleak and foul mood.

Last week I tried to Skype with Younger Daughter Rebecca and Granddaughter Grace only to find an inoperable web camera on our less than two year old computer. I've only used it five or six times, after all, who would want to look at me, but it would be nice to slowly expose Rebecca to what she can expect to see when we visit in March.

So the web cam doesn't work and the printer will not scan. I spent several hours with the printer and actually fixed it. It takes five minutes to scan a document, but it works. And all I managed to do with the web cam was install malware, or is it a virus?

I now have Trovia.

I guess it could be worse.

I could have Marburg.

Trovi.com redirect is classified as browser hijacker, which is able to invade to Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox and Google Chrome. Once infected, the homepage will be replaced with Trovi.com without your permission and knowledge. At the same time, the default search engine will be changed to Trovi.com engine.

The Trovi.com hijacks your searching and displays advertisements and commercial links in the result list, so as to profit from the advertisements. But for users, all of the advertisements are useless information eating the computer system and slowing the computer speed. Users feel annoyed by the pop-up ads disturbance.

Screw you and the horse you rode in on.

I think I managed a quick fix so I don't actually see the results of my infection but every time the computer slows down or has a hiccup of some kind I'm reminded of this potentially insidious intruder lurking in the deep confines of my file system.

All I wanted to do was fix my non operational web cam.

I will not spend hours and hours trying to fix this problem only to make it worse. And experience tells me that is exactly what I'll do.

One year ago this month we remodeled both bathrooms. Wanda and I decided to go with a clear glass frame-less shower/tub enclosure. The contractor supplied us with a product from Contractors Wardrobe. 

A few weeks ago one of the shower door bumpers cracked. No big deal, I'll go to Home Depot and get a replacement. Do I need to tell you that didn't work out so well? Of course not.

After wandering around for what seemed like hours I realized I was not going to find a replacement. My next step was a computer search. I was almost convinced to order a set of four from Amazon until I scrutinized the product description and noticed all the dimensions.

I panicked.

What if I order these, spend the $10 and my opening is more (or less) than 5/8" or I need a part longer than 1 1/16". So I got out my old and most trusty wooden ruler and tried to get an accurate measurement. I always forget what the small lines between the big lines on the ruler signify. OK....the biggest ones are an inch apart and the next ones are a half, then a quarter, then a sixteenth.

I'd spent more than enough time trying to figure out my needs so I called the manufacturer.

They sent two replacements free of charge and paid the $1.95 postage. Then a few days later followed up with a call to make sure I received them.

Isn't that something? Excellent customer service.

While watching a weight loss commercial where people see food wherever they look:

She said, "She looks like she is lying on a couch full of nachos."

He heard. She looks like she is lying on a couch full of nostrils.

She said. "I was going to make some popcorn but all we have is kettle korn."

He heard. I was going to make some chloroform but all we have is kettle korn.

When I hear the name Luke I think of these two things:

I am your father and The Real McCoys.

Want you to meet the family that's known as The Real McCoys. 

From West Virginee they came to stay in sunny Californi-ay. 

That's Grand Pappy Amos and the girls and the boys of the family known as the Real McCoys.

Does anyone remember John Cameron Swayze?

He'd have a watch strapped to an outboard boat motor, submerge it in a big fish tank and let her rip.

"Timex....It takes a licking and keeps on ticking."