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Happiness

I would have to say that at this point in time I am very happy.  Work is going okay, I’ve met some nice new people online, and I am accomplishing goals I have set for myself.

I really like the type of feedback I’ve been getting online.  It’s amazing to me just talking to people who live worlds away.  Finding out who they are and what their culture is all about is a fascinating adventure every day.  Of course, the older generation is still somewhat cynical about online relationships but from my own experiences I have found this negative outlook to be somewhat unfounded.  Not that there aren’t bad people out there, I just haven’t met any (online) yet.

I look forward to continuing my exploration of cyberspace.  There is so much to see and do.  It is interesting to me the people who don’t use computers and are in fact opposed to doing so.  They don’t know what they are missing.

New Pet Peeve

I like to think of myself as an ever-evolving personality always on the look-out for new ways of seeing things, new ways of thinking about things.  Thus I have changed my pet peeve.  It’s a pet peeve that wouldn’t have been possible 20 years ago.  After all, not many people hang up the phone without giving some indication that they are going to do so.  Unless they are angry but that’s not what I’m talking about here.

My pet peeve is people who you are chatting with online and are suddenly gone.  No goodbye, no ‘I have to answer the door’, no explanation at all.  They are just gone.  You write a sentence and there is no response.  They could be dead for all you know.  It is the height of rudeness. 

I know a charmingly arrogant person whom I occasionally chat with and even he has the decency to say goodbye when he signs off (one should not be arrogant unless they have good manners!).  But others who I will not name are just gone – poof!  I ususally chat with them again to see if it was just an oversight on their part but it usually isn’t. 

Apparently to some people chatting online is not really talking to a person, it’s just venting ones thoughts and ideas to a computer that has the strange ability to understand what one is saying, and then leaving when they’ve had enough. 

And before you go and think that it’s perhaps something I said, please believe that it’s not.  Usually my last sentences are just as innocuous as any other during the ‘conversation’. 

So for all of you who have the good manners to tell someone when you are signing off – thank you.  It’s appreciated.

Good-bye ;)

Time for a Revision

I must admit that my hasty judgement on dating sites was, well, hasty.  I recently joined a dating/social networking site that has proved to be most interesting.  A wide variety of intelligent, interesting people populate the site, making connections very easy and enjoyable.  I do so enjoy speaking to people from other parts of the world.  Although it is kind of funny that the vast majority of them work with computers!  Thank heaven for the internet!

The site I joined uses all sorts of sophisticated matching programs that are fun even if they aren’t accurate.  Time will tell I suppose.  My Mum is very worried about such sites and perhaps she’s right to be cautious.  I know I would not meet anyone in person until I had conversed with them for a long time, and felt I knew a lot about them.  And let me tell you, the meeting place would be well-lit and full of people. 

But why spoil the fun with all that?  The media has exaggerated the number of sickos out there to mind-numbing extremes.  There may be more sickos out there due to the mere fact that the population is expanding every day, but this doesn’t mean that the rate of psychopathology has changed in our society.  

And who knows, maybe I’m the sicko? 

PS2….*#!&*#!!!

A few days ago I found a PS2 in the lobby of my building.  People often leave things there for other tenants when they move out, so I grabbed it.  I figured it probably didn’t work, but maybe…

So I spent a week collecting the parts I would need; the power cord, the connection thingy to the TV, and a paddle.  Oh yes, and of course I borrowed a game.  I plugged it in, popped in the game and voila – error message.  I tried everything I could think of but it was no good. 

That’s when I went on the internet and read instructions on how to take it apart and adjust the laser.  It took about 3 hours to take it apart, adjust the laser a million times and try to load the game repeatedly.  And that, dear friends, is how I wasted 3 hours of my life on a Sony product.  It still doesn’t work.  I didn’t even bother to put it back together.  I just bundled it up and tossed it in a garbage bag. 

Now, I’m not knocking Sony.  In fact I’m very surprized I couldn’t fix it.  Sony is in fact my favorite electronics manufacturer, and I am very good at fixing things for some reason – even though I have a tendency to call electronic parts ‘thingies’.  Everything I’ve ever bought is Sony.  I don’t know the history of the aforementioned machine but I did see evidence that it may have been dropped so that might explain the whole thing. 

It was exciting to realize it contained a class 1 laser.  Who knew?  I certainly didn’t.  Not that I’m a laser expert or anything but that impressed me.  I was careful not to blind myself as was carefully advised in the instructions. 

Anyways, I’m now off to watch ‘The Def Leppard Story’.  It starts with a re-enactment of the car crash in which the drummer lost his arm.  I always wondered about that so now I can see for myself in all my rubber-necking glory.

Scrambled Ego

I’m having a tough time figuring out how to do stuff in this blog.  I’m a blogging virgin as it were and while the instructions seem idiot-proof when I read them, they aren’t so much when I actually try to perform the action. 

I blame the site administrators.  Hahahahahaha.  Actually I don’t.  It’s just going to take some time to figure out how to insert a widget into my sidebar. 

I’ve made progress in that I now actually know what a widget and a sidebar are.

Heaven forfend that I become one of those dreaded blog-neglectors or BN’s as I think of them.  People who rarely, if ever, update their blogs.  Sometimes I see blogs like that and I wonder what happened to that person.  Did they lose interest?  Join the French Foreign Legion?  Perhaps they got hit by a truck and had no family to take down the blog, or at least to post an RIP. 

It reminds me of the one or two times I’ve lost contact with an internet acquaintance.  All of a sudden they were gone without an explanation and I was left wondering what was that all about? 

But I guess it just goes to show that the internet mirrors life…