come out and play..

Working on another computer takes some getting used to. My computer got ill last night. She's going into the hospital today. They say it should be a quick overnight stay. She'll be good to go by the weekend. Let's hope.Made eggs, having my coffee. Surfing the web. Making typos along the way as I'm still trying to get the knack of this keyboard.

Can't wait to wear my Macho Man shirt. The pink one. The one he used to rock back in the 80s. I got Macho merch yesterday as part of an early Birthday gift. Also in the pack was a Vintage Series Macho Man Savage dol ..umm -  action figure. He's standing by my favourite picture of my nephew, a few of my paintings and my two framed records.  Macho is still in his case. Don't want to take him out. I think I'll leave him in there. However, the 10 year old in me wants to rip open the package so Macho can once again fly in the air only to land an elbow drop onto my bed.

Growing is essential. Just don't ignore that kid inside of you  who wants to come out and play.

happy birthday steve

Hope you're still hungry. Hope you're still being foolish.

windows 8

I'm not too sure about the new design but the touch screen and screen sharing idea is pretty rad.

sometimes, progression makes me sad

It's been a while. Sorry folks. Over the weekend I got my internet working again. My computer is still messed, but at least I can get on the interweb and update my blog. The week sans 'puter was pretty hard. I realized how much we really do rely on technology. Cells, digital this and digital that. I don't think it's sad, really. It's progression. As we grow so does our mediums to get our voices heard. However it's sad that we can't still rely on the other ways to communicate. When was the lat time you wrote a letter and actually mailed it? Yeah. Me too. When was the last time you texted someone sitting at the same table? Last week? Yesterday? Just now. Yeah. I do that, too. Hate it, but I do. Sometimes, it's just needed. It's the new way to tell a secret. So does this mean that as time goes on, or as progression goes down its road, the art of speaking will be gone, too? Huh. I hope not. Maybe in years to come, we will miss the days when we sent an e-mail or a text message or even when we wrote a blog and informed our friends about our computer troubles. I'm afraid for the future but thankful that my world is back to normal.