Category Archives: Random Musings

Waiting For The Modem To Connect

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Sitting in the customer lounge at Toyota waiting for some work to be done on my car and this guy comes into the children’s lounge (the boys are with me) to use an outlet and connect with his laptop.  He was having all kinds of trouble just getting to the internet and he asks me what browser I am using.  I tell him I am using explorer thinking to myself that it is odd that he would be having trouble using chrome or Firefox but he says “I guess I will try that since I can’t get AOL to work”.  AOL?  I am now waiting to hear his dial-up connection trying to work.

Side note: I just played this and the boys looked at me totally bewildered.  We are now having a discussion about the old days of dial up speeds and how slow the internet used to be as they stream video to the ipad.  Next we will discuss snail mail.

 

 

 

Huh?

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I saw this sign at chikfila today and because I am immature I won’t say what I thought it was really saying. But then I look at it again tonight after I have had some time to mature and…nope can’t do it. Even if you sound it out as written it sounds like what my immaturity was telling me this morning.

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The Waiting Room

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Today while waiting for my turn to see the orthopedic surgeon about my hockey injured shoulder I decided that the next best sitcom, yet to be written, has to be based on the characters and the things they say and do while waiting in a doctor’s waiting room.  Today I found myself wishing that I had my ear buds with me so that I could appear to be listening to music, so as to avoid conversation with anyone, while listening in on their conversations and activities.  Some would call it eavesdropping, however given the volume at which they were talking there is no eavesdropping about it.  To start off there was the woman playing family feud on her phone with the volume cranked to full and he friend providing assistance over her shoulder trying to help her spell Harvard, unsuccessfully, while apparently being spotted the H–V-RD.  Then there was the overweight lady, with the extremely obnoxious and loud ring tone going off for what appeared to be an eternity, but she wasn’t able to answer as she couldn’t reach it in her front pocket while wedged into the wheel chair.  Then came in a very well built older man standing about 6’5″ using a walking stick that appeared to be the staff used by Little John in the tales of Robin Hood.  This man called everyone young man, in a friendly way, and was an expert on everything from the traffic to local politics to the fine art of jujitsu.  Fortunately he gathered the attention of another young man and left me to my observations.  Finally there was the middle aged man that thought he was better than everyone else and couldn’t believe he was…oh wait, that was me.

I’m telling you, there is television gold waiting in just about every waiting room.  I’m thinking it is time to team together with Angie (first born of two sisters*) for her stories and start reaching out to Hollywood**.

*After referencing Angie in a previous post I was informed that I am no longer to refer to her as my older sister, even though she is.

**Do you still have to go to Hollywood to get a show run?  Burbank maybe?

Phoenix Fans Are Old?

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Saw this sign on the Blues broadcast from outside the coyotes arena and first thought what an odd sign for a sporting event and then wondered if it’s a good price? I assume cremations are a thriving industry in a warm climate that is crawling with retirees?

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That Just Happened

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Introducing my new mini series of posts, or at least what could be a mini series are some odd/interesting/entertaining things that happen to me…

A.  Walking out of the mall yesterday I saw a woman storming in all dressed up for some serious mall walking complete with her sony discman.  Yes, that’s correct, it was a sony discman.  First on the market in 1984 and apparently still going strong almost 30 years later.  Hopefully she has one of the newer models that is a little more shock resistant to avoid the skips.

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2.  Today, I had to give directions to a mail man.  While talking to my neighbor, the mailman pulled up cigarette in hand blazing away and asked us if we lived around here and then asked if we heard of a street a couple of blocks away.  I learned two things from this experience…first of all, delivering mail must be one of the few professions where you can still smoke while working.  Second, the mail man doesn’t know his away around as well as I thought and he doesn’t have a navigation system in the vehicle.  After he left, Mike and I just stared at each other in amazement.

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iii.  Mason, being the deep thinker that he is, asked me “Dad, what does the fox say?” and when I replied with the song lyrics he interrupted me and said “No, seriously, what does a fox say?”  I now understand where the song came from.

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