Friday, September 18, 2015

Oh yeah and ...

Why are High School girls allowed to wear so much make-up they put Kim Kardashian to shame?  And what happened to the idea that hair should be neat and tidy, tied up if it's long  - not teased 'til you look like Amy Winehouse on a bad hair day?   There's a time and a place for creativity in the way you look and school isn't it.   There is a uniform at LSHS, almost all the children wear it. So why are girls allowed to hike their skirts so the hemline sits just above their fannies?  Don't they have a hemline inspection at schools anymore? Why not? 

And then there are girls and boys who walk out from school smoking, they've barely left the gates and they're lighting up.  This was an instant detention offence 'back in the day'.  If you're going to smoke, at least have the decency to respect your uniform and wait until you get home.  Don't walk down the road in your LSHS blazer puffing away like a slag.

Some of kids obviously have absolutely no regard for authority, couldn't give a shit about any rules or regulations and if they have no respect for their uniform, their school, the school system and rules, what kind of a future do they have in the real world?  If they don't care, why should they be forced to attend school - let 'em stay at home smoking and lounging about, so that there are more spaces for children who really do want to LEARN and make something of their lives.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

And so it goes ...

When she came back from her summer holidays, my grand-daughter brought me back a pretty marble-like beachstone that had on it the words , 'I'm not crabby'  There are a few things that regularly piss me off, the list is growing as I get older but most times I keep the list to myself (yes, you guessed it, not this time).    This is my platform, so it's the only place I can really shout out about some things that really get my goat ... so here goes with the number one biggest bugbear of the moment.


I am absolutely sick to death of Facebook.  I joined and activated my account a very long time ago (before it was uber popular and everyone and his dog was on it) - i.e. back in about 2001 or round about there.  I never used it. I also tried MySpace at the same time and used that more but also I haven't used MySpace in about ten years.  I have had a lot of Twitter accounts for various things - businesses and personal - I also got rid of that lot last year.
When I moved to the UK, it seemed that the only way I was going to be able to keep up to date with what was going on at the kids' schools was to accept friend requests on FB and start checking it regularly for informative posts.  It is such a monumental waste of time.   

I don't leave my FB open all the time, I've got way more stuff to do on my machine and having FB constantly bleeping in the background gets on my fucking nerves.  So I only nip in and out, just to check what someone has asked me and if I can reply.  What's the bloody point of a Like button?  What stupid inanity is that thing?  People 'like' anything - your pet's dying and you post about how much you love him/her and you get a hundred likes, why?  Are people brain dead?
Why is it necessary for people to repost any digital joke, God message or YouTube link that they get sent? FB is so clogged up with garbage it's like wading through a sewer trying to read actual content of any worth.

Another thing I completely do not like is this Tag option.  Why do that?  People know when they're in your fucking photo - so why repost it with a tag? Why do people post selfies every single five minutes? Are they scared they'll forget what they look like?  Very few people (celebrities included) actually look good in a selfie.  And why, oh why in God's earth to people post reams and reams of photos, in diary format on a daily basis (or hourly basis in some cases) of what their kids are doing? Are you fucking stupid and mad? Do you want your child to get abducted?  FB is trawled by cretins, anyone can see your photos if they are even a little bit 'puter savvy.  Stop doing it for pity's sake or if you are going to do it, make the bloody photos PRIVATE so only your family can see 'em.

Why get invited to events that you're not interested in or have never opted into? This is a growing trend and something I'm very annoyed about at the moment.   The problem is (it's very subtle) if you don't respond, you're ostracised.   It's borderline classroom bullying tactics.


Anyway, I've given Facebook a good couple of years and frankly it hasn't matched up to my expectations, I'm just not using it anymore. 

So let's get something clear, I'm not going to be checking your photos, your personal minute by minute updates of how you're feeling, what you're having for dinner, when you took your last crap ... I don't care how bored you are (get a life then) and if you message me on there, you won't be getting any response.




Wednesday, September 2, 2015

Digital photos

I wish there was a cost-effective way to store and display thousands upon thousands of photos that a person has accumulated over a period of a few years - and not on one of those horrible digital photo frames.   It's way too expensive to print out photos these days and most of the time they just don't print true to colour and you have to do so much fiddling about with them - on a 'puter screen they look fine and dandy but once printed out they just look crap.  

I have millions (I really don't think that's an over-statement either) of stored photos - which are on my own personal machines, or in cloud storage apps like Photobucket and Flickr.  I've put a lot of photo folders up on Mega. I've stored them on DVD's - yeah right, not such a great idea but I CAN still access them (I don't know for how much longer though).  A lot of people say you should never store your photos on DVD's or CD's because the surface degrades and eventually you lose that data. I suppose that's a fair enough argument.   In the olden days, you just printed out your photos (because you took twenty to thirty at a time and it was manageable- you only took photos when you went on holiday anyway, or at christenings and special occasions). I have very old photo albums that I brought with me from SA but I have taken so many photos with my digital cameras over the past ten or twenty years that it's impossible to imagine printing these out.  So what to do?  I don't want to destroy them, or let them degrade to a point where I can't access them again.  I have chronicled many important things over the course of our family's lifetime and I think a lot of these photos have great value to us as a family.  Any suggestions? 
 

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Oh it were this ...


I started to write something  and completely lost the plot, here's the second 'go'.

Cyber space is weird, which of course is the uber under-statement of the century but it is.  When I started blogging in about 2001, there weren't that many of us around and you certainly didn't blog in those days for commercial gain.  There were no crash courses in how to blog, how to get your SEO's up, what are the right and wrong ways to blog, how to maximise your hits etc. etc. blah-blah ... now there are a plethora of courses you can do for free (or not if you're really stoopid) about how to blog. Why?  For fuck's sake why do marketing departments have to take everything over??  Why does simply having fun have to become a science?

Anyway, when I started blogging there were a little group of us who all used to visit each other's pages and comment, vote, hang out, send emails, be friendly ... yeah, I made lots of friends in those early days, some of them are still with me today in the actual living part of the world, I've met them in person and they are my bestest buddies.  One of these bloggers disappeared off the radar for a long time a while back and I was right worried at the time about her.  Anyway, I'm really, really glad to see that she's back blogging - it kinda reaffirms something but I don't know what it is.

I started a post ...

... no for God's sake I'm not making a reference to that horrible Bee Gees toon (oh shit, now it's in my head).  
I was just thinking about stuff earlier on and now I've completely forgotten what it was I wanted to say.
Anyway, I'm happy.  That's the main thing, right?