Wishing Upon A Star

August 1 Computer Geek

This has been a rather large exercise in frustration. Or if you’re the Pollyanna type, call it a learning experience.

It’s the back, next, home buttons that were making my crazy. I can’t get the alignment exactly the way I want and I’m not sure why. But in that I’m flying by the seat of my pants as I do all this, I guess I should be happy I got it figured out at all.

It’s that instant gratification thing, coupled with that little part of me that has obsessive/compulsive tendencies.

So obviously I didn’t manage to get much else done today.

I find it hard to believe that it really is August already.

Time is such a mystery. It flies by, and I can never really account for each of the hours or days.

I remember when I was a kids I felt as if time dragged all the time and that it would never pass. It didn’t seem to matter if it was during the school year or the summer. It just always seemed to d..r..a..g…..There was a sign over the clock in the library of my high school that said "Time will pass, will you?"

Someone knew that the clocks seemed to stand still most of the time.

A nun with a sense of humor? Doubtful!

So I think I’ll see if I can get this up and running and then maybe later I’ll add some thoughts.

If I have any.

11 p.m.

I sat and watched television for almost the entire evening. I rarely do that.

It must be nostalgia time for me. After writing about my experience at The Monkees concert in an entry a couple of weeks ago, E! did a two hour show about them.

That struck me as strange.

I wouldn't have remembered to watch it if I hadn't been watching one of my favorite shows "Inside the Actor's Studio". The Monkees thing followed it.

It was fun to watch, and think about those simpler days.

I've often thought that it was The Monkees who got me through some of the lonliest times I lived through. We had only lived in this town for a short time, I had no close friends, and spent hours and hours in my room playing their albums over and over.

If asked I would still be able to sing every song, from every one of their albums word and note perfect. Vocal nuances included.

Of course that's true of almost any song I've heard several times. I can sing a complete Mitch Miller repertoire and follow it up with every Beatle song ever written.

It's a kind of idio-savant thing.

I have a mind for useless trivia.

If only "Name that Tune" was still in production. I could retire a milionaire.

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