"In a democracy (‘rule by mob’), those who refuse to learn from history will be the majority and will dictate that everyone else suffer for their ignorance."
OP: “Y’all think of me as smart, I know, but you have NO IDEA how stupid I get with no fuel in me.”ME: “More of us are that way than might admit to it. . . I cannot count the times (because I am coffee-deprived and forgot to eat breakfast? Maaaaaybee. . .) I have turned to my Wonder Woman and said, ‘How stupid am I? *smh*’
“¯\_(?)_/¯”
With the apparent collapse of society including “grooming” childrn in grade school, maybe the lyrics to “Head and Shoulders, Knees and Toes” should be modded to “Fists and elbows, knees and feet” with plenty of dojo time subbed in place of “grooming” time in kindergarten and grades 1-. . . 12?
Waiting room, self-seat restaurant, etc.: where do you sit?
Walking from car to store/P.O./wherever: head on a swivel? (For that matter, survey of parking lot before parking?)
Puttering in your own yard: have you cleared your six. . . in the last few seconds? (Let alone been on the lookout for “snakes in the grass”?)
In home: one ear cocked for exterior sounds?
What’s that in your pocket(s)/”holstered” by your easy chair?
Etc.
Just Another Tuesday. *heh*
I feel my mental cogs slipping day by day, so I play memory/card games, read papers (mostly pubmed, given age/health stuff), and try to keep any math I do “between my ears” (though I do account balances/reconciliations on paper).
But still. . . while I can recall mor advanced math concepts, performing actual advanced math is. . . not so much in my wheelhouse, nowadays. *sigh* Neglected for years, such things are all fog, now, and I’m left with simply checking basic math/stats in the papers I read for entertainment and information: my own lil “edutainment” program.
Oh, well. Heading off fairly gently into that good night, I guess.
There are comment threads on social media that seem designed to be proof that Mark Twain was right when he said, “No amount of evidence will ever persuade an idiot,” and that Schiller expressed an eternal truth [via Talbot in “Maid of Orleans”] when he wrote, “Against stupidity, the gods themselves contend in vain.”
Sadly, more and more, social media seems all too often to reflect the real world society around us. . . *sigh*
Saw Aussie Lap Puppy licking my Wonder Woman’s cat’s butt again, and thought, “Hey! Could save $$ on toilet paper if. . . ” Nah. While it would be a $$-saver, I just think. . . nah. After all, I have enough problems with his “cat-butt tongue kisses” already.
Under “use it or lose it,” because we have not been using a particular CC, the company lowered our credit limit. *yawn* Let’s see if we can do that with our other CCs, too.
Still “Diamond Preferred,” though (whatever that means).
. . .Turdfinger, the man who flushed California down the toilet.
[cue campaign theme music]
“Turdfinger (Turdfinger) the man with the fecal touch. . . “
“That’s too weird” — My Wonder Woman.
Called to remove one of two cable services subscribed to.
CS: I need to verify your account. (This after referring to me by name.)
C: Why? You already identified my account [by name] from caller ID; you know I called from a number that is registered to the account. What else do you need?
CS: I can verify the account with the serial number of one of your devices.
C: ?!? Specify “device.” Which of the fifteen connected devices are you referring to?
CS: [Mentions the ONLY device my network allows them to see]
Downhill from there. But at least it finally got done. Probably. Maybe,
Until just last month, the only other –semi-legit– Internet service has been our local baling wire and chewing gum telco’s “DSL.” Yeh, I watched ’em try to hook up their “fiber” line to our POTS service a few years ago. No. Completely outside standards. Crappy phone service anyway. Dropped their POTS.
Looks like I need to take down a couple of trees [junk elms I do not want, anyway) to effect best placement for a Starlink setup. Then I can cancel EVERYTHING with SuckyInternetCompany®.