...to be able to create a new post, because there was no "New Post" to click on on the page New Blogger showed me. And I didn't want to have to "Revert to legacy Blogger" since that feature is supposed to be going away forever in late July, if notes about New Blogger are to be believed.
Eventually I figured it out, and here we are.
My theory is that everything about computers is designed to drive one insane. In what other field, in order to stop, does one press "Start"? I mean, it is crazy, n'est-ce pas?
(Note to non-French-speaking readers and everybody in Alabama: N'est-ce pas? is French for "isn't it?" or "don't they?" or "wouldn't you?" or whatever one might need it to mean in a given instance. Clever, eh wot? The French also leave out a lot of letters from their words when they speak, such as when they write "they were" in French they write ils étaient but when they say it aloud they say ilzettay and completely ignore the i, the e, the n, and the t.)
Anyhoo, now I'm here, what do I want to say? That is the question.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous Blogger or to take arms against a sea of troubles and by opposing end them.
Ay, there's the rub. For the whole speech, click here.
I never thought it would happen, but I seem to be getting more like Putz every day. He's a guy in Utah who hasn't blogged since 2013 who wrote nearly incomprehensible posts with outrageous punctuation. Thank God I haven't adopted his punctuation style yet. Older definitely does not mean wiser, and I am definitely older. On my next birthday, even though it is still nine months away, I will be 80. Eighty.
Selah.
(Note to non-readers of the Bible, but everybody in Alabama already knows this): In the book of Psalms in the Old Testament, the word "Selah" appears every once in a while. It is a Hebrew word that means "Pause and consider" (what you just read).)
Old people do ramble, and I am definitely rambling, and saying exactly nothing so far.
So why should this day or this post be any different?
It is to laugh, n'est-ce pas?
Until next time, at ease. Fall out. Smoke 'em if you've got 'em.
T.T.F.N.
I was going to add, "Hey, it's Saturday morning, and I can ramble if I want to" but then I realized (British, realised) that it's not Saturday, it's Thursday<<<<<>>>>> < > < >
Putz would be so proud.
Hello, world! This blog began on September 28, 2007, and so far nobody has come looking for me
with tar and feathers.
On my honor, I will do my best not to bore you. All comments are welcome
as long as your discourse is civil and your language is not blue.
Happy reading, and come back often!
And whether my cup is half full or half empty, fill my cup, Lord.
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Wow. I'm not sure I've ever seen so many quotes used to say so little. It is definitely art.
ReplyDeleteEmma, I'm not quite sure, but thank you, I think.
ReplyDeleteIt's been a strange day and you've just made it even more strange. I've written and discarded two blog posts. I've got a strange feeling that both were more comprehensible than this one. Well more 'normal' anyway. i may or may not get a third one done and actually published. You see. I can ramble almost as well as you can. But then you have a year or two on me.
ReplyDeleteGraham, I don't know how comprehensible the two posts were that you discarded, but the one you ended up publishing is lovely. Are you really calling my post abnormal? It's pistols at dawn!
DeleteFriday here.
ReplyDeleteI have not yet taken the deep dive into the new blogger interface. I have paddled, but withdrawn when the waters became cold and murky. Which they quickly did.
Sue, I think you're sixteen hours ahead of me. It's difficult for us to be on the same day. Unfortunately, you will be forced to launch out into the deep when the current Blogger disappears.
DeleteI wonder what happened to Putz?
ReplyDeleteI don't seem to be using the new blogger but i did start using a new blogger quite a lot of years ago so maybe i just have a jump on you
kylie, I don't know whether, like the old soldiers General Douglas MacArthur referred to, Putz just faded away or whether his wife finally convinced him to stop blogging. Putz's real-world name is/was David Barlow and he was a hoot.
DeleteHey if you're not 80 yet you're just a kid! As my Dad used to tell me. "You ain't seen nothin yet!"
ReplyDeleteRed, I didn't realize you were such an old codger. If you don't accept codger, would you own up to curmudgeon?
DeleteI'm glad you waded through the new blogger and figured out how to create a post. However, I'm not sure how to respond to this new post. Computers are meant to confuse, yes, definitely. I took a little French in high school but that was a very (very) long time ago. I don't know who Putz is but I do know who you are and that is a very unique person! Don't worry about turning 80 as that is at least the new 70 and maybe even 60?
ReplyDeleteBonnie, every last one of us is a unique person! And even if 80 is just the new 79, I'll take it!
DeleteThe legendary Putz - where did he go? His comments were quite unique. I keep hearing about Blogger changes and "New Blogger" etcetera but this hasn't properly confronted me yet so I will just keep going - tapping out the same old stuff. Fifteen years of it now. Perhaps I should have written a novel instead. I might have called it "The Legendary Putz". It would have become a bestseller and then a film starring Robert H. Brague as Putz.
ReplyDeleteNeil, no one can ever be someone else, and I wouldn't make a very good Putz. Regarding his absence from Blogworld, he just stopped, like Carolina and Frances and Kate and Daphne. I guess they all had better things to do.
DeleteGlad you were able to figure out the new blogger. I always enjoy your posts.
ReplyDeleteI didn't know you spoke French. I was trying to read the prayer of Saint Francis this week, but had to use the English translation. Either way, I think it is a lovely prayer.
It is Saturday, and I can ramble too. :)
Kathy, I don't speak French, really, I just remember bits here and there from school. I wonder why St. Francis's prayer is in French instead of Italian or Latin? I read recently that it has not been found in the writings of St. Francis and it has not been traced to earlier than 1912. Maybe it was "fake news"....
DeleteIt doesn't sound likely that he wrote it, but I think it has some good truths anyway.
ReplyDeleteHappy Father's day.
Kathy, thank you!
DeleteI always make it my business to praise anyone who includes a quote from "Hamlet" in their blog, play, movie, book, etc. Consider yourself praised!
ReplyDeleteMarcheline, I thank you and Shakespeare thanks you.
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