Dog Hair Dunes

I received a note telling me that my blog entry The Piccolautist has been featured on Five Star Friday. I’m pretty sure this is important although I haven’t received a check in the mail or anything. I can only surmise that someone nominated me or recommended me or somehow snuck me right in there so I am honored and I appreciate it and I am still looking for that check in the mail.

These are perplexing times with the BP oil spill and the attempted car bombing in New York and Greece having horrid financial woes, but I am really perplexed about why I can’t copy a videotape into my computer in a digital format. I do have opinions about BP and the car bombing and Greece but they are the opinions of a layman and it is hard to understand all the ramifications and perturbations so it is more prudent for me to concentrate on something that I figure should be simple and straight forward like how to copy a videotape from a video player into my computer. From analog to digital. I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to get technical there. I bought a doohickey—a little box with wires coming out both ends – that goes between the video player and computer and after three days I am able to get a digitized image but no sound and I know the wires are stuck in the right places so I guess I am going to have to break down and get my son to bail me out.

And speaking of my son – he wrote a long note on my blog Terrence and the Paradiddle and I am struck by three things. First of all he questioned my memory on some things. I find this to be an absurd assertion and I need to explain to Thomas…Timothy…I mean…what-his-name? Oh Terrence. I need to explain to him that my mind is sharp as a tack. The second thing is he called me ‘Pops’. He never calls me Pops. Doesn’t that make me sound kind of old? I used to be Dad, now I’m Pops. Maybe it just seems better when written…which leads me to the third thing. He can write. He writes well. I figure it is because of my genes which I have copyrighted so if he ever is discovered and becomes a famous author I will demand my royalties.

Why are my kids reading my blog anyway? This places a severe limitation on my freedom of expressing what horrible miscreants they were so now I have to dress everything in pretty and nice language to keep peace in the family. Hurrrmmph!

“Hey darling, have we seen a check from Five Star Friday yet?”

No. Maybe they will send a simple, straight-forward videotape to digital interface thingy instead.

Although Five Star Friday hasn’t come through with anything, I did discover a really interesting blogger there. Crib Chronicles is articulate, which is kind of scary, but she makes up for it by dredging up ideas that never crossed my mind especially in this post.

I have a new page on this blog called ‘Recipes’. I get a kick out of writing irreverent recipes so I figured that I could grab a couple of recipes that I posted earlier and stick them there, and then could write more sometime. Apparently my idea and Blogspot’s ideas don’t coincide. As soon as I copied one of my recipes and pasted it there, it showed up as a new entry on my original blog page. I don’t understand. I guess a new page can’t be treated as a separate blog. It is a mystery. I’ll figure out something before the year is out. I’ll find the time somewhere.

I have to go now because there is a lot of dog hair under the sofa. I don’t understand this. How does dog hair get under the sofa? After a trip to the dog park this morning I had this urge to move the sofa because we haven’t moved the sofa in…I don’t know…a long time. Sometimes I have these uncontrollable urges and I have to act on them. These urges sometimes get me into trouble, like when I had the urge to transfer my videotapes to DVD’s – still working on that. So the sofa has been moved and there are dunes of dog hair just sitting there awaiting attention. How did it get there? Then I need to pick up the water sprinkler that has been running all morning. Okay – one of the bathroom lights is out. I need to look at that even though it means climbing on things to replace it. And I should have prepared myself for this blog. Usually I mentally select a theme and then sit down and explore it. Why didn’t I do that? Maybe it was because I was too intent on satisfying my urges. I need to work on that. How does one get time to blog these days anyway?