Yesterday I had to start a post over again that my computer wiped out completely just as I was finishing it. I had intended to rewrite the post today, but found key parts of it that I really liked were gone from my diabetic old memory. Life is like that. We get old and we get all futzed up, and no… the computer did not malfunction and save me from using a bad word there. I meant to say “futzed”.
It is a Yiddish sort of word… so I guess you could argue it is not a real word. Yiddish, after all is a language intended by God to provide Jewish comedians with words that sound like insults but really aren’t… and words that don’t sound like insults that really are. (Have you ever looked up what “putz” actually means?)
But that is what the Mickian computer has been up to. It mashes, mangles, impedes, and implodes my writing. If it wasn’t so handy for coming up with a funny post about fighting with a computer, I might actually become aggravated enough to throw this old computer out the upstairs window and into the sickly, green, unused swimming pool below.
I have used my computer daily and put it through all sorts of contortions and convolutions in the past three years of ill health and bed-ridden retirement. It is probably no wonder it is wearing out. I not only write and turn drawings into jpegs on it, I use it to mess with photography, play Facebook games, and keep up with the international clown show that other people generally refer to as politics. I shed beard hair on my keyboard. I drop popcorn on it when I am trying to jam too much in my mouth at once. And I occasionally baptize it with a juicy sneeze or projectile cough. I confess that I probably deserve the revenge it wreaks upon me.
Besides randomly deleting my posts and instantly saving the changes, it will also shrink the view of the entire page so that I can’t even read what I type with a magnifying glass. The only way to correct the problem is shift to a different browser for a while until Firefox or Chrome stops hating me long enough to reset. I have also had problems with the computer blowing things up. One time I was trying to write on WordPress when only three huge letters at a time would fit on the screen. That can make it quite hard to pull the old train of thought out of the darker parts of the tunnel of stupid ideas. (I also just now had to re-type the part in italics when the computer deleted it. I am making a back-up copy on Microsoft Word, but sometimes I can’t copy and paste fast enough.)
Truthfully, something is seriously wrong with this laptop. The mouse pad malfunctions and the control key sticks. I may have to buy a new computer soon. But this one has given me numerous goofy smiles, and I will miss it when it joins the pile of old dead computers in the garage.
If you haven’t quite figured it out, these are some of the numerous goofy smiles.
Catch a Falling Star 
Aunty Entropy Moves In
Mother Nature’s sister is one of those rich relatives you don’t really like, but have to endure. She tends to take charge of everything and ruin all your plans. Yes, we do not throw a party when Aunt Entropy comes to visit. Well, at least not the happy kind of party where everybody has fun. Aunt Entropy has come to stay for a while and take things apart.
One thing Aunt Entropy likes about Texas is its utter dedication to fracking and oil money. High profit motives have continued to force oil companies to pump toxic liquids into the underground to break apart shale and push out the oil. We have fracking to thank for lower gas prices and Fox News talking points about no longer being dependent on evil ookie-icky foreign oil. We also have it to thank for the current condition of the foundation of my little house. Alternating years of flooding and drought have expanded and contracted the small hill the house sits on so much that the front end of the house has all but cracked off. The frequent Dallas area earthquakes have no doubt helped this process. Auntie Entropy clucks her tongue at it. “Insurance doesn’t have to pay for this because you should have invested in foundation repair long ago. It isn’t earthquake damage, it is neglect!” Of course, my healthcare costs over the last decade have completely prevented any notion of paying out for foundation repair. No one would loan a deadbeat former teacher money for household repairs just because he is old and broke and decrepit. Lovely caring woman, that Aunt Entropy.
The fracking related sinkhole under Wink, Texas… those lines around it are roads and highways.
The Grandbury, Texas parking lot sinkhole which formed after heavy rain and a long history of fracking.
Aunt Entropy is, after all the personification of the 2nd Law of Thermodynamics in the science of physics. To put it simply, Entropy is a process by which matter and energy progress from a beginning state all the way to a final state. In the case of our universe, the process goes from the Big Bang of creation to the final star winking out at the end of the universe as we now know it. Entropy means the progress we are making towards the ultimate ends of death and decay. Every action we take leads to a consequence and a further action until we are dead. Not just me. Not even just you and me. But all of us, everywhere in the universe. This is why the little things where our lives break down make Auntie Entropy smile when nothing else will.
Here are some things that make Auntie Entropy smile;
The Orange King with golden crown and tiny hands may be our next president.
The hatred and self-aggrandizement that he campaigns on have taken root in the fertile soil of fear and hatred that Fox News and conservative leaders have tilled and toiled over for so long. They are beginning to bud with flowers… if you can call weeds flowers. And they are bound to produce poisonous fruits.
Mickey’s car is breaking down again because of heat. After paying over a thousand dollars to get pot-hole damage to the front tire and rim repaired, the coolant pump gave out and had to be replaced. Now the overheating warning light comes on daily and we are forecast to have dangerous levels of heat in Texas weather for the next few days. I am going to have to decide whether to spring for more car repair, or go see the doctor about the pain in my extremities. I won’t be able to afford both. Oh, my aching bank account!
My wife is overseas in the Philippines spending a month with her family after the death of her father. But she left her green card here. I had to express mail it to her for a large amount of postage cost and risk losing it along the way in the mail. She might never be able to return to this country. Well, I do see that as a bad thing, after all.
So while Aunt Entropy is visiting… or rather living here permanently, and feeding us her bad-luck salad made with equal parts misery, misfortune, and mayonnaise, we must learn to endure her wicked sense of humor and micro-managing ways.
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