Tangled in a World Wide Web

OK, so most people who know me, know that I have only had 2½ channels for years. One that always comes in great, one that comes in pretty good most of the time and one that comes in sporadically at best. You know, on a cloudy day, if I open the front door and hold onto the doorknob while touching the antenna, I can almost tell an elbow from a knee. Yeah, that's the half. Well, unless you live under a rock or in a cave, you can't help but know that television is going all digital. It was supposed to happen on the 17th of February but, thankfully, I got a reprieve from the President.  Now, I have a 19 year old TV with a cheap rabbit ears antenna and an almost equally old VCR. I already had to buy a box to allow me to hook up a DVD player a few years ago.  It is no secret that I am a procrastinator but early on I decided to send off for the coupon offered by the government to offset the cost of the digital converter. I got them in the mail but it became a contest of which would ha...

I don't believe in the perfect woman. I don't believe she exists and if she did she certainly wouldn't waste her time on the likes of me (or any guy I know). Maybe Clooney would have a chance.  I think that there are a lot of good women, a lot of gorgeous women, plenty of sexy women, smart women, funny women, even a few that might have more than one of those qualities. I just read an article that announced that in a poll of nearly 2,000 film fans, the late Audrey Hepburn took first place over Angelina Jolie, Kiera Knightley and Halle Berry, the 2nd, 3rd and 4th favorites respectively.  Now only a fool would argue the sexuality of Angelina Jolie, or the sweet, innocent looks of Kiera Knightley, and certainly Halle Berry is gorgeous. So why is it that a woman, dead for 16 years can displace these young, popular stars as Ultimate Screen Beauty? That is hard to say with precision. She was definitely beautiful but with an elegance and grace that is now extinct from our stars, a...

So I was doing laundry and watching as the washer filled and started washing and I began to notice an eerie similarity to my life. You know, going through the same motions over and over and getting no where, while occasionally, someone dumps a load on me. The agitation, the roiling, the feeling of being tossed about and out of control. It was all very eye-opening in a disheartening kind of way.  Now, before somone starts passing out Prozac ® , Paxil ®  or Zoloft ® or whatever name the latest 'happy-high with a child-proof cap' goes by, let me just say that I am neither suicidal nor overwhelmed with despair. I have my moments, for sure, but this was just an observation that cried out for blog time and, well, my blog was feeling a bit neglected. Besides, if I wrote a blog entry and wasn't bitching or moaning, either no one would read it (which is only a slight drop in readership as it is) or those who did would believe that I had been abducted and replaced. For anyone who is...