Azariale

Jeez, the computer is making grinding like noises. I think that means the hard drive is having a difficult time. I don’t know what it is complaining about, the most that I do is check email, browse the web and every now and then I write a blog. None of these things should be very taxing for a machine. I mean, I could be hacking into the government sites or bit mining whatever that is; any of the many games available are memory and performance pigs. Well, not solitaire which is my game of choice. Sometimes I play a word search and the odd time if I am feeling especially frisky there is a jigsaw puzzle program that I like.

I suspect that Microsoft has sent little byte monsters to wreck my computer. They sent me a notice that the operating system I am currently using will no longer have their support. Well isn’t that just peachy! It was released in 2007 and is now obsolete. Nine years? I have underwear that is older than that and the elastic is still more or less still stretching. Not so much on the right leg and you would think both legs would wear at the same rate. It isn’t as if I decide to just use the right leg and let old lefty swing free.

I will bitch and complain lose some unimportant files and important photos before I go and buy a new, shiny, fast and noiseless machine that has ten times the computing speed and twenty times the memory. Maybe I will hack into the government sites just for fun. Maybe I will start playing video games and call myself Azariale the bastard son of a Gnome prince and an Elf maiden. Or, I could continue to write boring blogs and watch too much crappy television.

I hate Microsoft!

Not As Bad As Hitler

I thought of this a week or so ago, and I just can’t remember if I wrote it or not. There is a good chance you may have five extra minutes today.

I consider myself to be a generous kind of guy. I suspect that we all like to think of ourselves in a positive way. I doubt that even Hitler worried that his actions were detrimental to the world. Sure, initially, but history would show that he was on the right track all along. The Nazi’s and Hitler took the wrong turn just before arriving in Munich I think. I’m sure his mom loved him.

I try to give people the benefit of the doubt, trying to see their side of any issue, no matter how ill informed they may be. I give to charities. Okay, Louise gives to charities, but the money comes from our bank account and I get to claim the donations off my taxes. I reluctantly buy Girl Guide cookies when I am waylaid at the exit of Rona or Home Depot and haven’t been able to find a back exit. Five bucks for cookies! Louise always buys them without even looking for the back exit.

 

I try to avoid pan handlers if at all possible. I don’t know why, but they always seem to appear when I have pockets full of change. It is hard to say you don’t have any change when your pockets are ringing like Westminster Abbey. I do, but I feel like an asshole for it. I’ve practiced walking soundlessly, but I look like I have some serious physical disability. I live in fear that some pan handler will take pity on me and give me what he has collected.

It isn’t that I am not generous; it’s just that my generosity takes careful thought. Does this person actually deserve my money? Could he/she be gainfully employed and earning their own money? Does this person have more money than I do in reality? I suspect that some of these guys make a good living. Okay, that is just my justification for being cheap. By the time I make up my mind to give the guy some money, I am well away from him.

If you believe in reincarnation, I suspect that I have five or six hundred lives to go before I can attain Godhead.

So, I am not as bad as Hitler and not as good as Louise.