You do not want to know what I did today

Not that I did anything opprobrious or scurrilous or contumelious or even just plain old barbaric or scandalous or outrageous. Nope. Just a long, head-banging day of trying to translate requirements from the good old command line days to the new world of the wonderful world wide web. A couple of you might have a vague idea of what I’m talking about. Everybody else, please just go about your lives. I’ve got my little corner of the universe covered (sort of) and you can cover yours.

Fortunately other folks had more interesting things to talk about or, link to, for the most part.

First of all, all of the hand-wringing and outrage about Facebook privacy settings. C’mon you guys. Facebook is a social network. It is on the *Internet*. Since when has the Internet been a logical place to write about things that you don’t want everybody and his eighth “cuzzint” 12 times removed to see. Not to mention our friends on the planet Zephron III, who are at this moment realizing how easy it will be for them to take over the planet Earth because we are all wusses. A social network is built for connecting with people. If you don’t want someone to know what color underwear you wear, don’t post it. Once, when I was about eight, I was riding my bike and the pair of green underwear I was wearing was showing a bit above my pants and my loverly best friend Laurie teased me unmercifully about having green underwear. I’m pretty sure she “tweeted” that to all of her friends at the Catholic school she went to and maybe some of the kids at my public school. I was pretty careful about where I wore that pair of underwear after that. Blah-de-blah-de-blah. This guy (retweeted by @agategal yesterday) says it all better than I can.

What’s up next? Hmmm… I’ve blahgged about my own varying experiences with the local Apple Store. The good, the bad, and the ugly (too burned out to look them up on my blahg — again). The salesfolk can be cool or they can be condescending (I’ve never dealt with the so-called geniuses). Sometimes the place seems somewhat organized, sometimes not. But what is up with requiring folks to have a damn credit card to buy an iPad? Seems to me that this demographic (low-income, “underbanked” [what?]) should be one of Apple’s target markets for the iPad!!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! Er, sorry. Got stuck with the exclamation marks there. This is via @redcrew re-tweeting on Twitter

What else? This in from @DogMomster on Twitter: Apparently there is a gargantuan brush faaarrrr somewhere in the general area east of Grayling. That’s the only relevant link I’ve been able to find. I wish it had a map. If anyone can find a better link, I’d love to know about it. I hope the faaarrrr is contained by the time I drive north a few days from now…

Last but not least… Froggy wants me to link to his friend Green Guy’s latest video which was tweeted by his owner @elizilla. You’re a mean one, Mr. Grinch. But you are very cooooool.

That is all. Goodnight. -KW

2 Responses to “You do not want to know what I did today”

  1. Margaret Says:

    Yeah, if you want privacy, you stay off the internet and pay cash for everything. I have spent some time locking up my settings though. Those sneaky devils had opened up my WILD photos to everyone. *blush* I’m sure some people probably fell asleep while looking at them.

  2. Paulette Says:

    8;00 p.m. Fire(s) update: