Only one day left of this ridiculous campaign. Much as I love to have NPR on as I potter around the house, today I think I will maintain radio silence.
Archive for the ‘rants’ Category
After waffling most of the summer, I finally committed to going back for my high school reunion in Minnesota, crossing a pair of time zones and spending too much time in airports (Phoenix, really??) to get there — but that was the price of delaying, which is my own fault. And while there, why not go see a Twins game at new Target Field? So I made arrangements with a friend, N, to go see a game, and hoped to be able to buy tickets online but simply mail them to her home in a suburb of Minneapolis. (more…)
It’s my own fault. I don’t need much from my computer, email, a word processor (all I want is just a fancy electronic typewriter, really), and access to the internet. Which I had, except that my arthritic HP was pushing eight years old (I think) and getting slower and slower … (more…)
I sent an email to three friends about baseball. I got a reply from one of them, C, and in reading his message I noticed that he was answering an earlier reply from another original recipient, my friend R. But I had never gotten the earlier message from R, even though C had hit reply to all and his message clearly showed my e-address in R’s earlier message.
Concerned, I called Comcast. In explaining to the Comcast customer support technician what had happened, I offered to forward the message that clearly showed R’s earlier response, which never had arrived in my inbox. He gave me an email address and I forwarded the message. And we waited. (more…)
So I mentioned the ferret-faced woman in my last post, and how a month or so went by until I saw her again.
When I got on at Civic Center this time, someone was in the window seat next to the chair I usually go for, so I sat an aisle back. The train got crowded quickly after that, and I noticed an elderly couple looking for seats together; they might have been Indian immigrants. They hesitated by that open aisle seat before passing me by. Just then I saw ferret-face get on the train, looking for her best opportunity.
Behind me I heard a woman offer a seat to someone, and then an Indian-accented voice politely decline. Ferret-face passed me by, then began demanding someone move.