You can run, but you can't hide.......
Bloody blogger caught up with me at last, and refused to let me post or edit without switching to a google account. So now I can't open comment windows, and posting a comment on my own blog (without windows) took an eternity, and I don't know who to yell at about it. That this should hapen on a day when I was all prepared to post about the approaching threat of mandatory tracking devices in cars adds a certain poignancy to my irritation. It's a good thing our children are quite old now, because when this country gets rid of currency in the favor of credit cards and all purchases can be traced we will not be able to travel at all without comprimising our integrity and will be forced to bicycle wherever we want to go. In wide-brimmed hats, to avoid satelite detection. After having dug out our micro-chip implants.
posted by Jeanne at 20:02
23 Comments:
You can yell at me if you'd like. I work in HR, so I'm trained in being the object of hatred and scorn.
What a matrix-like turn this took in the end. Well done, Jeanne.
Don't get me started on the surveillance crap.... man alive, I just detest it all. Great idea - I shall try to follow it when the time comes. As it stands, I wave at the helicopter each time it flies over my house - waving for the camera...
Sorry about your ordeal with blogger... I STILL have trouble posting on blogs until I sign in several times, oft times losing my entire comment...
I like this rustic imagery of bicycling in wide hats to fend off the lurching, unwieldy Behemoth that is Technological Advancement.
Freewheeling down bloom-riddled country lanes with one's Bonnet flapping gracefully in the wind is infinitely more romantic than performing some dangerous Hack in a rusty old basement.
Joe,
Now there's an idea. The next time I get all riled up I will remember the offer.
Terry,
I couldn't get in to comment on your blog at all yesterday. I'll try again now. And I suggest copying any long comments before you push submit to save the expense of a new keyboard (if your temper resembles mine).
UTMG,
I think I will design the wide brimmed bicycle helmet for this very purpose. With or without daisies.
COPY, COPY, COPY! Yes, I already learned the hard way to copy before pushing that button - also have learned to puch the preview button so that I am allowed to sign in without being whisked away to the google sign-in page and losing everything... the ceiling and walls around me have heard sounds of rage I didn't know I could utter...
I am greatly angered they forced me to switch, and equally scared of those tracking devices....
MISTER UNDERHILL!!!!!
I speculate that you've been by Fille's, and mourned as I did.
The mobile "not so humble" telephone can be used as a tracking device too.The bicycle does sound like the answer.I had similar issues with "bloody" Blogger in the beginning and its a real nuisance because one needs to type in antire email addy plus the password to gain entrance!Ridiculous,and in the end how really safe is that, when each and every day new technologies are developed? The technological age is a real fast train if you choose not to commute as you said the bike seems the likely option!
Yes.
Fit the hat with mirrors and some kind of miniature satellite dish hidden in a Marigold
oooOOOO! what a delightful blog!
you had surgery? while the gov't probably knows all the details, i do not! what happened? was an alien gestating in you?
and what will happen ot the sacred mushroom church of, oh, wait... that's switzerland, not sweden, isn't it? well, there's no hiding, i reckon.
sorry for dropping of the face of the planet. i'm attempting to go to COLLEGE for the first time ever at the tender age of thirty.
please! tell me everything i need to know about jeanne jeannie, the weather, and the operation.
Consise,
Hi. You're on my guilty conscience list. Why haven't I sent anything to you yet? Why? Why? Why?
UTMG,
I don't WANT a satelite dish. But I'll take a marigold.
FduF,
Are you asking me to fille you in?
I will send you a letter. But don't hold your breath, because I'm compulsively doing some other writing at the moment and I have an IOU list the length of my forearm already. I'm happy you're studying, what are you studying? And thirty is very tender when you're sitting on the verge of 48.
p.s. Did you see Mr. Underhill's here?
Actually, strangely I came here by someone else's blog or that time I did anyway. Someone posted on mine and in their links I went to another link and in *their* links I saw yours and came here, or something.
Which just shows it's a small world I guess.
Six degrees of underhill!
@cheesy girl if she reads this - well I am proud of you. It would be a waste for you not to go to college. Not that I think it would make you smarter as such, but what it does that's good is exposes you to various things which may be of interest or use to you and let you proceed, or not, from there. It also puts lots of interesting and relatively intelligent people right in front of your nose to the extent that even a social reject like me could not help but meet lots of people.
So maybe you will find more friends most of whom aren't deeply involved with a cult phenomenom that has a big officious building right on main street in lovely downtown Rochester which oppresses you from afar. Well, not so afar, more like oppresses you from anear with its imposing and paint-cracked presence. Some of them might be a-rabs or homosinuals, though, so look out!
Steve,
Perhaps I should change the name to Aunt Nettie's Melting Pot.
You do remember the good Aunt? (Was there a time before Steve?) She's hiding back in the archives somewhere, knitting I suppose, or taking a discreet nap. Knock, so she has time to collect herself.
At ease.
Senor Underhill,
I imagined you tracing desperate paths through the blogweb as soon as I saw you at "Contains mild peril" on the same day I discovered the non-functional blogger profile links and tried out the googleblog engine and realized the sinister implications of this development.
Would you take a Satellite Dish that looks like a Marigold?
UTMG,
Yes please, with a side of onion rings and a ginger beer.
I love these theme restaurants.
Ohh No Jeanne,dont worry about it...when you are ready Ill be here!
А помните фильм "Белое солнце пустыни"? Сидят аксакалы, близко с ними прозвучал вспышка - они и не шелохнулись, сидят и дальше беспричинно же спокойно. Может быть, потому, сколько им к концу жизни уже, извините, "все пофигу" из-за постоянного воздействия микродоз спиртного в качестве психотропного препарата?.. :)Что конечно, отсутствие такие вещи диагностировать невозможно. Точно отличить гурманство через алкоголизма - конечно, а вот когда в гурманских целях напитки пить, последствия ради организма всегда равно будут? Либо только буде круг сутки без перерыва и долгое время? Тож один когда повышать дозу? [url=http://profvesti.ru/o-stroitelstve-domov.html]независимый строительный портал[/url]
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