The Neil Blog: Ending February

Jessica Simpson breaks toilet seat.   That’s important news.     It showed me why I stopped reading the news stories.   I’m not kidding.   That was a headline.  

Plenty of feedback on making fun of stuff.   A majority:  Won’t do it.   They don’t want the scuffles.    I figure:  I don’t have many struggles but if you ask me:  If you don’t like what I have to say, you can go somewhere else.   Enjoy your life over there.    I’ll be over here doing it my way.   It was a trait my father admired.    Umpiring brought it out in my more acute than other people get it.   In my father’s words, “I like how you moved on on this one.    But I particularly enjoyed how you told them off on your way out.”    I told him, “Yeah, I believe Grandpa would have enjoyed these stories.”   And he would have.      Grandpa Taylor could hold a grudge.   Didn’t talk to his brother for 70 years.     I heard about this and I said, “I can beat it.”      Grandpa Taylor believed it to be true when I said it.   I can’t elaborate.    Ten years from now I will elaborate.     But I have one that is very pertinent to this discussion I can’t talk about.    Suffice it to say:    My life’s good.   Other people have cut themselves short.

So anyway, I couldn’t pay that much attention because I was having sexual relations with that woman.   Mrs Whatever Her Name.     This lady I started hanging out with, for whatever reason, she really enjoys my humor.     Anyway, she is going to have to.   I didn’t have sexual relations with any woman but I did enjoy publishing it.

I quit.   I mentioned it before:   “Love After Lockup.”    Honest to God, if you can’t meet someone who isn’t in prison you probably just shouldn’t be dating at all.      But good luck to you.  I’m sure it will work out.      Uh huh.  

To Orlando and back.   Twice.    The last time in the same day…   Anyway, I got a lot done.     Amazing:   You help people out and they appreciate it:    I can’t believe it.     Craig should be retired.    But I like seeing people succeed.   They are pumping out giant orders over there. 

Short and sweet:   The bar is built at the house.  One year to the date of moving in, two weeks before umpires arrive.    It was time.    Four trips to the liquor store.   It is done.  

Political correctness.    Think on that one.    All political correctness is, is society telling you what you should think.      Stand for something in this world.   If you match political correctness, fine.   If you don’t match it, to me, that also is fine.     This society is a pittance of what it used to be.     And political correctness is part of that decline.   What I do and how I live, some of that has been rebellion against the concept.     Most people don’t really care.   They’re sheep.   Me, I’m going my own way.   

You want political correctness:  Facebook is bogus.   The new one.   Two of my contacts contacted me and started conversation.    I thought it was really them.   Until the ponzi scheme was brought up.     Contacted both people.   They were both upset and both said the same thing:  I should have quit when you did.     I told them before they do to send out a bulk message to their contacts to tell them what happened.      Sad.   My email account isn’t completely healed.     I should just dump that email.    My backup email has been empty for months.       Facebook ruined my email account.   I have to laugh at the doubters.   I couldn’t leave Facebook?   It has been a full year.     And it’s too bad.   The concept is good, you just can’t treat people a certain way.      Pity really.   

Bogus:  I never signed up for “Instagram.”  Facebook put me on Instagram.   Joke.    A complete joke.    All you people who still support it?   I don’t get it.   I guess they will have to screw you too before you quit.   It is comical.   We made Mark Zuckerburg a billionaire.   And he is a moron.   

Bernie Sanders is running for president.    Not sure what the thought process is.    You got beat so badly before how do you figure it is smart to do it again?

Ah Bernie, I needed someone to step up to give me some laughs.

I’m still not recovered from the last election.   Can it be coming up again that fast?

On the fishing scene:   We have a new governor.   Not a good sign:   Six email attempts and zero responses.    We have serious issues.    If the state doesn’t act, fishing is going to diminish and continue a decline until things are really bad.   Write the governor:   Tell them to listen to us.     https://www.flgov.com/email-the-governor/

Probably always going to be a battle.   They are stocking redfish.    But they should be stocking hundreds of thousands more than they are.    2000 yesterday.   200,000 would have been noteworthy.   2000?   People will kill 2000 fish in a month.  

My hockey team’s better than your hockey team.    These guys:  One minute away from three shutouts in a row.   They are back to scoring.     Four to six goals a game:   That’s going to win most games.   Right now they are a championship team.   That’s the thing:  Will they be playing like this two months from now?

The house:   Major progress continues.     Art for the seminar area.    Built and stocked the bar.     20 new shrubs planted.       The last of the boxes of stuff not unpacked are done.      Everything is now put away.    One year to the day I moved in.  

I’m thinking about moving to my backup email address.    Facebook ruined my regular email address.   I still get 20 unsolicited emails a day.   The spam filter gets 30 to 40 a day.    My secondary email:   Empty almost every day.      Maybe I should just walk away from that email?

The monster frustration:  Getting my mother’s new phone ordered.   Sprint.    They used to be good to work with.   Those days are gone.    Four hours.      That’s how long it took me to finalize something that my mother had gone in to a store to get done.     That store:   They didn’t get it done and they didn’t tell anyone.     Then, what they told me:   They require all this nonsense hoop jumping stuff.    So, I tried.    And failed.   Their web site didn’t work.   My login stuff didn’t work.    Nothing worked.     I got on the phone with the corporate level people.     So, the guy I get:   He doesn’t speak English.   Keeps asking for the same useless information.   I finally demanded a manager.    When he started double talk I said “Put a manager on  or this account is being closed immediately.”    And, at least the guy understood English because I got a true manager.     Was it over?   Of course not.   He’s asking me for information I don’t know.   What phone does she want?    I don’t know, I’m 2400 miles away.     And I can’t call him back.   So I said “Can you call me back?”   He said he could.   I told him to give me half an hour, I’d find out the model phone and he could finish the order.     That easy?   No, he wasn’t the one who called back so I had to explain stuff to this other guy.    But he did get it done.    In over four hours?    How does that happen?   

Similar frustration:  Customer service.     How is it that 80% of the people I talk to on the phone barely speak English?     Not sure how companies justify having people answering phones that don’t speak English clearly enough to service an English speaking country.    Of course, maybe this isn’t an English speaking country anymore.

Frustration #3.   Writing to the new governor.   Five attempts:  Not so much as an acknowledgment that they got my letters.   Nothing.      It, like the other situations mentioned above, is not the way to do things.     Does that mean that they don’t care what I have to say?   No offense, but I earned the right to be heard.  

Per the usual, I carry on.   The stories you don’t know:  Those are the most interesting ones.     More people know about it now.    Noone is siding with the others.    Again, what do I have to hide?   I haven’t done anything wrong.     Life is simple the way I do it.  

On the bright side:  I’m not friends with Robert Kraft.