Friday, October 6, 2017
Write For Yourself
Introverts, they say, live inside their own heads. I don't think it's as simple as that. It's not as if I'm incapable of interacting with people. I once was -- when I was young. At one time, I was essentially mute. But one learns. I still prefer my own company, given a choice. I have things to think about. Not necessarily profound things -- just things. If I have time alone, it recharges me. Without that opportunity, I begin to flounder. I become clumsy -- running into walls, tipping over cups of coffee. I tipped over my coffee cup just this week -- soaked somebody's computer mouse. It's rather embarrassing, but it happened because my every waking moment has been pre-scheduled. Tonight is the first time I've been alone with my thoughts in a week.
All this is rather stream-of-consciousness. Since no one is reading, I just wanted to remind myself that writing for me is not a bad thing.
It's actually essential.
Now, back to the music...
Friday, October 14, 2016
Google Ate My Blog
Please don't ever try contacting Google. Oh, they claim to have a contact page -- it doesn't work. I somehow finagled an email address and Google was quick to reply. Except they gave me two very contradictory "solutions". One said to go to www.blahblahblah and renewal would be quick as a snap! The other said I owed them $500,000.00 or so, because my account as in arrears. Alas, neither of these options worked (and boy, do I miss my $500,000.00!)
In desperation, I "Googled" (yes) a blog forum, and posted my plea for help. The Google folks were eager to point me in the right direction, which led to a black hole.
Somehow, tipsy, I found my site again. It works today. I don't know what tomorrow may bring.
So if you're wondering what happened to me, let me tell you, it's been an unnerving quest. Google has always been there for me -- until now. No offense, Google, but what the hell?
But for now I shall bask in the glow of Rich Farmers being back.
And I missed you guys.
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