A collection of distilled sarcastic wisdom, numerous photographs, discussions of books and stuff to learn and more stuff to think about from a retired economics professor turned blogger and photographer.
OK, here's to prove my point: I had a paragraph of whines composed on this blog about Windows 8 and then, presto, piffle, the blankety-blank thing just disappeared. Gone. Now I have to start all over again, wondering if it's (it being an indefinite antecedent) is even worth the trouble.
I had to face up to buying a new computer in February. My old one was clogged within 30 G of being totally full. So now I have this razzle-dazzle HP whatever it's called (HP couldn't bother to put the name of the model anywhere where you can see it) with 1 Terrabyte. So far I have only filled up one-third of the new computer's hard drive.
The problem is, the new computer came installed with Windows 8. Windows 8! Glory be! A new vision of tomorrow's computing geniuses! My usual philosophy is to fiddle around with things and figure them out as I go along. My guidance comes from a sign at the University of Michigan's class registration line in the 1950s which said "When all else fails, read the instructions." I have shelves full of outdated computer manuals. Every six months software and computer folks, having nothing else to do, come out with new hardware and software. The old manuals are kaput. Worthless. As a general rule, I have never read page 50 in a manual of any kind.
But then comes Windows 8. Windows 8 comes with nary a shred of instructions. True, there is a piddling amount of stuff on the internet in bits and pieces. I thought I could use my usual learning method and just punch keys and see what happened until I figured it out. Only partly true. After living in frustration for six months, I ordered a manual on how to fiddle with Windows 8. The manual is 900 pages long. It cost 35 bucks. It is thick and foreboding or forbidding, whatever. The cover implies that this is the manual that should have come with Windows 8 and didn't. Due to what reason? That Microsoft didn't want to bother the manual industry and it was too busy starting to figure out Windows 9, 10, and 11. So far I have read 5 pages. I am working on page 6. If I live to be 110, I will make it to page 50, my usual limit. But I don't want to get too far ahead, because by Christmas I'll need to buy a manual for Windows 9 and lay out a couple hundred more bucks to update my operating system.
Welcome to the joys and excitement of the cyber world. Have a nice day. The Curmudgeonly Professor
This past week has been a great week for cloud watching along the Wasatch Mountain Range in the South Salt Lake Valley. But you do have to have your camera ready because formations shift on a moment's notice.
Since the Curmudgeonly Professor is supposed to be curmudgeonly, he is now making up for lost time and a long absence from complaining and griping by summarizing the main irritations of life he is facing today, to wit:
Automated calling systems. Punch 1 if you are a Norwegian. Punch 2 if you have an account with us. Punch 15 if you haven't gone to sleep 15 minutes ago. Your call is very important to us. We will get around to answering it some time the next two or three days. Meanwhile we will play the most obnoxious commercials and music loudly in your ear to keep you frustrated and even more angry.
Robo solicitation calls. You can't talk to them since they are robots from Mars with some stupid message.
Quality of tech support. Oh please, please, please give me a person who can understand my question and whom I can understand in return. Please give me some one who doesn't stall for five minutes and then repeat everything we have already gone over 15 times. I have no quarrel or criticism with the many outstanding offshore techies who do a good job. But I rarely get anyone I can understand. I've had to hang up on three of them the past week, giving up in frustration.
Windows 8. Windows from hell. What were they thinking?
Computer passwords. Computer passwords have shortened my life exponentially each day I have remaining on this earth.
Stuff you drop in a wastebasket and it takes a course of its own, landing two feet away from where you deposited it.
Sock lint. I'm tired of vacuuming the carpet every time I put on or remove socks. Sock manufacturers obviously dump all their spare lint in the toes of their socks to avoid having to clean up said lint and dispose of it.
Money solicitation from "charitable" organizations. No mistake, I have great support and empathy for legitimate fund-raising organizations. But every time we send some money to one, we not only get repeated (over and over) additional calls for money, but apparently our name has been sent on to other organizations. We have enough return mail labels to last until the millenium.
Magazine subscription tactics. Fine, start or renew your subscription, against your better judgment. Wait a few days and you will start receiving a plethora of urgent pleas to renew your subscription (to save us the cost of bugging you 20 times between now and the time your subscription ends). Of course, if enough people renew 10 months early, that's a nice interest free loan helping cash flow for the magazine. Meanwhile, some of us don't know whether to buy the green bananas, let alone renew our subscription a year ahead of time.
People who are careless in taking care of details. Every time we go back and forth from Salt Lake to St. George. we have to get errors corrected from the postal service, the phone company, the TV cable people, et. al.
My new diuretic, which is causing a deep rut in the carpet between my recliner and the bathroom.
Meanwhile, a few positive notes may be added. After I turned on the vacuum cleaner for the first time in six months, a plume of dust three foot high blew into the air from the upper corner of the vacuum bag. So now I have a new vacuum cleaner that seems to work. For now. After I returned two Hoover (check rated by Consumer Reports) vacuums to Costco for various defects.
My list remains incomplete. I will, however, add to it and edit these comments as inspiration guides me. At least the sun is shining today.