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In her ongoing spree of blog-awards distribution, Benzeknees insisted that I also qualified for the “I Am A Part Of The WordPress Family Award”.  I am so glad that some family would take me in.  If it weren’t for the insurance to pay off the mortgage, I think the kids would do what Benze’s blog suggests.  “I got a dog for your Father.  Good trade Mom!”  I see no signs that this is anything like the Manson family, there’s a little drool here and there, but no blood, or the Wallenda Family.  I mean, I like heights, but that no-net thing is crazier than even I am.

THE RULES FOR THE AWARD ARE:

  1.  Display the award logo on your blog.
  2.  Link back to the person who nominated you.
  3.  Nominate 10 others you see as having an impact on your WordPress experience and family.
  4.  Let your 10 Family members know you have awarded them.

Okay, ta-dah!  See the shiny thing at the top of the page?  Number one rule tooken care of!  I am so proud of me!

Unless senility has caught up to me, I’ve linked to Benze’s site.  If you haven’t already, you should go have a look.  Being the mannerly, well-brought-up hick that I am, I’m also throwing in a great big Thank-You to her, for honoring me like this.

Oh-oh, number three and I’m in trouble!  I’m just not the chain-letter kind of guy. The buck stops here – because I’m too lazy to push it any farther.  Every blogger whose posts I read on a (semi)regular basis, has had a positive impact on my WordPress experience and family.  You guys, who are mostly girls, have provided me with friendship, guidance, support, training, education and humor.  I can only hope that, to the limits of my abilities, I have done the same for you.

Okay, no top ten Most-Wanted list to post.  Before I get all teary-eyed, maybe I can distract you with a bit of song and dance.  How about some Question and Answer??!  Maybe even I can discover something about the mysterious inner workings of The Archon.

Know-Me Blog Quiz

    1. What were you doing 10 years ago?
    2. What 5 things are on your To-Do list?
    3. What are 5 snacks you enjoy?
    4. Name some things you would do if you were a millionaire:
    5. Name some places you have lived:
    6. Name some bad habits you have:
    7. Name some jobs you have had:  
  1.  I was working my ass off, trying to get through the last of over a half a century of working my ass off.  I was just finding out that some already overpaid dickhead had over-extended and almost bankrupted the company, but was going to get a two-million dollar bonus for cutting costs by putting me and 400 friends out of work after I’d put in twenty years of faithful service, so that, at the age of 63, I could go looking for another, even more physical job.   Bitter much??!  Angostura’s got nothing on me.  (Run-on sentence care of Sandylikeabeach’s training.)
  2. Number two and number four have to be joined at the hip.  We’ve done many interesting and, for us, exciting things, but the decreased income of retirement puts restrictions on what is possible.  Travel would be high on the list.  A cruise or several, as long as the power stays on and the toilets flush.  I would like to see ancestral lands in Scotland.  Allergies and breathing problems deny air travel to the wife.  Maybe we could take a ship over.  If I had millions, I’d find a warm place in the south to at least winter in.  Actually getting to meet blog-friends sounds enjoyable.
  3. The snacks that I enjoy are the ones with the word “Snack” in them.  I have to watch my girlish figure, because we have too much, too many, snacks in the cupboard near the TV room.  Plain style chips have to be off-brands for the extra grease and salt.  I don’t care for rippled chips, even flavored ones, without dip.  Peanuts, smokehouse or candied almonds, roasted pumpkin seeds and cheese twists.  I’m not much into sweets, although we have plain dark chocolate, and dark chocolate with cherries, toffee bits or orange flavor.  Last year I got 12 Cadbury Easter Crème eggs.  This year the wife bought me 24.  I’m rationing them, one a week again, plus we have maple sugar candies from the Mennonites at the Farmers’ Market.
  4. See number two, above.  Also bigger, better TV, DVR, computer, tablet, and another Kobo, and somebody to build shelves for more books.
  5. I was born and raised, and lived my first 18 years in the small town of Southampton, Ontario.  I moved to the small city of Barrie, Ontario for about a year.  I came to the mid-size city of Kitchener, Ontario, and have been here about 48 years.
  6. Bad habits??!  I can’t afford bad habits!  If I were any less exciting, someone would have to water me twice a week.  I have never smoked, so I didn’t have to quit.  I can handle reality, so I don’t do drugs.  Medications maybe, but no drugs.  I’m not a total abstainer, but I’m down to a beer a month, and maybe some occasional Mead with some hot apple cider, or a Crème de Menthe after a large meal.  Lack of social drive, coupled with procrastination.
  7. If you link back to Archon’s Exciting Work Life, Jan. 27/13, you’ll get a whole sob story about my work life.  I’ll be posting another soon, about what I worked at before it became official.

Benzeknees has expressed an interest in my back-story.  Since she donated the award, I felt it was the least I could do.  If I’ve bored the rest of you, I apologize.

I Theme, You Theme, We All Theme For No Theme

I’ve been trying to post more often and more regularly.  I’ve been aiming at a new blog every two days, but the best laid plans of moose and men, etc., etc., etc.   All my brain cells are off on summer holidays.  I can’t think of a single topic I want to discuss or rant about, so this will be another “Olio” post about a little of this and a little of that, and some chilli fries on the side.

I claim to be open-minded, and adaptable, but there are portions of my life that are perhaps just a little too well-ordered.  I had a Cadbury Creme Egg tonight while watching a bit of TV.  I waited till after Easter, when those $1.49/$1.99 babies went on sale for 50 cents/ea.  I bought ten of them, and I’ve had one, each Wednesday night, for the last ten weeks.  Needing to control my weight (gain) makes it a little easier to ration them, but the organization and pleasure deferment seem to be part of me.  I’m definitely old-school.  I didn’t have any dinosaurs as classmates, a couple of teachers maybe, but no classmates.  I seem to be impervious to “instant”.  No instant food, no instant messaging, no instant gratification, no instant connections to an insistent and stressful world, unlike a large majority of the younger population.

When we moved into the old house I wrote about growing up in, in my Home Sweet Home post, there were two 15 amp fuses controlling electrical flow to the entire house.  The children of technology might find that difficult to believe.  My present small house had 36 breakers when we moved in, and we had to add four more when we installed the electronic furnace filter and the A/C unit.  How did we survive back in the dark ages?  Well, it was dark!  One light in each room, on the ceiling, only in the kitchen and living room, and we had a radio.

We used to have blocks of ice delivered in a horse-drawn wagon in the summer for an ice box.  Then we bought a refrigerator.  We had a wood stove and a coal furnace in the winter.  Then we got a propane furnace with electric blower.  We had wind-up clocks in bedrooms, and no other timepieces in the house, till we bought a plug-in electric clock.  The washing machine rolled to the center of the kitchen floor, and it, and the iron plugged in, next to the clock.  TVs became available, and, we weren’t the first on the block, but we finally got one.  TV/stereo/record players became the rage, and we finally got one of those.

As we grew more and more into the electronic age, we started having problems with blowing fuses.  Whoever had installed the electrical wiring before we owned the house had not foreseen the growth.  He had installed the little two-fuse box right where the wires entered the house, on the ceiling, in the attic.  So, if a fuse blew, all we had to do was climb up into the attic, and up onto a stepladder, in the dark, to replace it.  Dad finally bowed to the inevitable, and had a twelve fuse box installed.  Dad sold the house because the 130 year-old elm-tree support beams were starting to crack.  A chiropractor bought it.  He lives in part of it and uses part for an office.  I wonder how much he had to pay to brace up the floors and upgrade the power supply even further.

Canadians don’t tend to get polarized on issues like the Americans, but firearms is one that will do it.  Like other contentious issues, there’s a lot of heat, but very little light, a lot of well-intentioned ranting, but sadly, very little actual thought.  This is a problem that divides the urban from the rural.  City-dwellers have gang-bangers and are told by self-serving politicians that they will be safe, “if we just get rid of guns!”  The rural folks have rats of a different kind, as well as groundhogs, skunks, raccoons, coyotes and wolves.  An urban politician managed to get the bear-hunting season cancelled a few years ago, and the first bear was spotted in the north end of Toronto this summer, in over fifty years.

There is a Latin philosophical argument tag.  It is “Reductio in Absurdum.”  This means that if you push an argument to its extreme, and it still makes sense, it’s a valid assumption.  Most politicians have trouble speaking plain English.  They can’t handle Latin.  Handguns have been registered and restricted in Canada, since 1932.  About ten years ago, to make their urban majority of voters feel safe, the Canadian government set up a registration bureau for long guns.  The populace was told that it would only cost two million dollars to set up and licence fees would pay to run it.  After pouring over two billion dollars down the rabbit hole, 40% of long guns are still not registered, but they’re not being used to commit the increased number of urban firearm crimes.

 A female Toronto councillor recently went on a “mom and apple pie” crusade after a shooting spree at a major downtown shopping center, by a gang member with previous convictions and an illegal pistol.  She wants to ban the ownership and storage of any handguns or ammunition, by anyone except police.  She claims that handguns are used for one purpose only, to wound or kill someone.  Hundreds of thousands, or millions of bullets are discharged at safe, controlled firing ranges each year, without wounding or killing one person.  I feel that the responsible, registered right to continue to do so is a valid reason.

Here’s where the absurd part comes in.  If she manages to ban the guns, what is anyone going to do with the bullets?  Throw them at people?  If she really thinks that this incentive will remove all the dangerous guns, why do the police need to continue to carry them?  Ah, thinking, there’s the problem.  If the rap-sheet rappers continue to own and use illegal, smuggled guns, what good is accomplished by preventing a relatively small number of safety-trained, law-abiding citizens from following their increasingly un-PC hobby?  The cynical answer is, it makes her look good and gives her more power to control everybody else’s life.

That’s my mini-rant for today.  I’ll be back.  Salut!