It Used To be Fun

Remember when blogging used to be fun?  Meeting fun and interesting people from around the world?  I do.  It was fun. 

Apparently now you can't post about feeding squirrels or making fun of Facebook or even you favorite foods without people feeling the need to give you their political position, or correct your spelling, or voice an opinion that has nothing to do with a post.

Personally I don't understand it, maybe it all boils down to hate.  Hate a current politician, hate the weather, hate anyone who doesn't hate what you hate.

Currently I hate blogging.  It used to be fun...oh well, golf is back, baseball is coming back,

I'm good.

 

Apparently, I am A Genius

Apparently, I am A Genius

I am not bragging, just stating a fact.  It is a fact that I have discovered through a myriad of IQ tests on Facebook.  These tests prove I am a genius.

First there was one that claimed “Only one in a thousand can find the short-tailed rat.”

There was then a collage of around 100 rats, all but one with long tails.

I found the short tail rat in less than a minute!

Then there was a test that said “Only a genius can read this.” 

The paragraph that followed contained misspelled words, words with numbers instead of letters, and some words that were spelled backwards.

 

I read the paragraph effortlessly!

Most recently I took a vocabulary test where only someone with an IQ of 140-149 could correctly choose the definition of a word from multiple choices 18 ties out of 20.

I answered all 20 correctly!

That’s it, I am a genius.  I must be, I proved it on all the Facebook tests.

I doubt anyone reading this post could prove that your a genius from any of these tests.  You would probably not do better then I.

 

Don’t feel two bad, everyone can’t be a genius like I be.

Up or Down

Up or Down

There are lots of things that I am not very good at that Mrs. C is an expert.

 

For instance, directions; Mrs. C always knows how to get from point A to point B when driving, and she knows multiple ways of getting there.  Me…I think I am going north if I am going up hill and south if going downhill.  I only know east and west if I can see the NYC skyline.

I can’t find stuff in the fridge, but I think that is because Mrs. C loads the fridge and she keeps moving stuff around just to confuse me.

When I ask for where something is, I always get a vague answer.

 

“Where is the sea salt?”

“In the pantry.”

Of course, now I have to ask “Where in the pantry.”

“Top shelf.”

We have several top shelves in our pantry which has three walls, but at this point I just check each top shelf until I find the sea salt.

Often when I ask for where something is, I get an answer,

“You should know.”

“AH, but I don’t, that is why I am asking.”

Then she will explain why I should know at which point I have to respond,

“OK, but I still don’t know even though I should know, so could you just tell me?”

She will eventually tell me, but I have to do the dance.

Here is one where I think I am right.

Scroll up, or scroll down?

When ever I am looking for something on the computer and Mrs. C is walking me through it, she tells me to scroll up, or to scroll down.

Now to me that means to move the scroll bar up or down.  Apparently, she means move the screen data up or down.

Scroll bar up, screen data goes down, scroll bar down, screen data goes up.

This always starts an argument.

“No, I said scroll up, not down!”

“I did scroll up, what are you talking about?”

“You scrolled down, not up!”

“Did not!”

“Did too!”

“You’ve got it all wrong.”

“No, you do, because…You’re a JERK!”

I’m not giving in on this one.  Scroll direction refers to the direction of the scroll bar.

Dammit!

Right?