Old So What

  We’re tired of the gloomy weather of winter just dragging on. Enough already! Enough! Good riddance to snow and ice that clog the power lines, and shut us off from the rest of the world. Enough to the exorbitant costs of heating fuel, and the guy who shovels my snow (who must go home each night to the mansion that I and his other victims have paid for.) We want warmth and plenty of it; we want flowers, sunlight, a cheerful spring, birds tweeting, bugs doing whatever it is bugs do. Yes, birds and their tweeting, PLEASE!

  This channel, which if you watch it, you’ll know is really a multitude of diverse channels, should definitely come with a warning label, a game plan…something! Anyway, it has a multitude of flaws.   One of which is that it allows AI (Artificial Intelligence), to pronounce words without the benefit of oversight by an intelligent being of some sort. This makes for a scenario of constant mistakes. Also, in what I would call a lazy effort, the channels pull up photos that do not belong with the story being presented.   The characters usually look similar to the people, but are not necessarily the people being discussed. Probably no one cares about this but me.   And I end up yelling at the tube in an effort to correct the mis-identification that is being disseminated, “No, that is not Ida Lupino, it’s Dinah Shore”!

  To write about. But unfortunately, if I don’t write the thought down right away, as in that very moment, it quickly disappears. It’s gone, sometimes for good. What a waste, I usually think. Now what was I thinking about at the time?