Is too much Internet bad??

T is always telling me that I spend too much time on the Internet. I have Wi-Fi through the house and a 4G hot spot that I carry around when we travel.

I can send and receive email from anywhere, and quickly post fascinating snippets to Twitter, Facebook, this blog and (soon) Google+.

I can also look up interesting facts anytime. For example, at dinner one evening T wondered what bugs were eating her squash plants. I had the answer (Squash Beetles) within a minute. I'm that good! Vain and self-obsessed? Naaah!

But T still agrees with the "experts" who say the Internet can be as addictive as alcohol or tobacco. So, in the interest of being "fair and balanced", I will start researching the other side of the issue. I don't want to be accused of embracing only information that supports my preconceptions, while filtering out dis-confirming information.

Later, when I get some spare time, I will read this article: Facebook and Twitter creating vain generation of self-obsessed people | Mail Online. But first I have to finish this blog entry, get my email, monitor my Twitter feed (and post a few Tweets), update my Facebook profile, set up a few more groups, experiment with Google+, and catch up on Mashable.com.

Then, for sure.

Sieg Heil!

Are you afraid of your cat? You would be if it looked like Adolf Hitler! Here's an example, cribbed from  catsthatlooklikehitler.com.

Looks like it's about ready to invade Poland!

I stumbled onto the site last night & thought it was hilarious. It brought to mind an old song we used to sing 'way back when I was in the Hitler Youth boy scouts:

"Don't be stupid,

Be a smarty!

Come and join the Nazi Party"

-- from Springtime for Hitler, by Mel Brooks

T was not amused.

Crown Molding For Erin...

Stephen means "crown" in Greek. So when T decided that our new nursery needed crown molding, I was the natural choice. Plus I have a miter saw.

The nursery, lest you jump to the wrong conclusion, is for granddaughter Erin. Child psychologists, if asked, would probably say that a young lady's development is enhanced if, when at Gram's House, she can stare up at a ceiling framed with crown molding.

I spent my formative years looking at plain right-angles where the ceiling and walls met. We don't want little Erin to suffer my fate.

So, I am installing crown molding in the nursery. For Erin.

My own namesake Stephen, in case you don't already know, was Christianity's very first martyr. So you can begin to imagine how I felt as I gathered my carpentry tools and trudged upstairs to begin work.

Erin, when you get a little older, please check out the nursery at Gram's house. The crown molding around the top is for you!

Here is where the persecution began...

This is what would have happened if the crown molding turned out to be ugly...

Listen: Billy Pilgrim Has Come Unstuck In Time

http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Slaughterhouse-Five



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Stuck in Philly this time

Oh well, it happens sometimes.



- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

State Bank of Illinois

- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone

Oh the humanity!

T went into the grocery store, leaving me alone in the Jeep. She took the keys.

It's getting hot.

Somebody please help me!!

Oh wait, here she comes...

...it's Ok, it looks like she has chicken...