Assorted Nonsense

And now, another special guest post, this time from one of my daughter’s Guinea Pigs, Lexi:

hi,my name is lexi.I am a guinea pig. I have a big brother named speedy. do you want to be friends? crunch, crunch,I…like chewing on the key board. My other name is super piggy. (please make me famus,oink oink.)

And now, a special Guest Post from one of my pets, Chloe:

meow.Hi,my name is chloe and i am a cat. this is nice to be on the computer but i can hardly type.I sure do wish I had humen hands.uh oh. my humen owner is holding out some cat treats. yum…..ooh.those cat treats are sooo good.oh boy! a mouse! bye!

I fear my kids are dreamers. I fear they spend their time in the classroom staring into space, or out windows. But I don’t blame them.

I’m not one of those adults who’s forgotten what it’s like to be a kid. And when I was a kid, I was a dreamer. My teacher’s had to be pretty darned interesting to get my attention. There were some… Mr. Moase, my Ancient History teacher. He brought history to life, and I paid attention. But for every Mr. Moase there were others who didn’t quite grab me. It’s not their fault; it was my fault. I didn’t know enough to pay attention. I didn’t know what I was missing. Until it was too late, and now I’m that much stupider for it.

But I remember the day it all changed. The day I learned I’d best pay attention, or else.

Embarrassingly, it was rather late in life. My first day on the new job that was to become my career.

I’d gotten a job at CBC Radio. And they put me down in Master Control on Jarvis Street. Told me to do Net Testing. This was testing all the radio lines across the country. A great way to learn how CBC Radio was put together nationally, but damned complicated.

The guy teaching me how to do this, Ron Grant, said, “The last guy I tried to teach how to do this ran out of here screaming. We never saw him again. I’ve got a week to teach you. Frankly, I don’t think you can learn it in a week. But we’ll give it a shot.”

Right then I decided I’d damned well better pay attention. I hung on Ron’s every word, and by the end of the week I knew how to do it. I didn’t know how to do it perfectly, and there were many elements I’d learned by rote, but it was enough to get me started.

From that day forth I listened when teachers taught.

Here’s hoping my girls don’t take as long to figure it out as I did.

Mike’s right (see comments in the last post)… I need a new post.

I haven’t been posting because the browser I’ve been using screws up my WordPress posting page, making it extremely difficult to create new posts. But that’s no excuse, I just need to install Firefox or something and that would fix the problem.

Also I have no time to post anymore. But that’s no excuse either, I just need to make the time.

I’ve run out of things to say. No, I don’t buy that one either, I’m a natural blowhard, still got plenty to say.

Yep, no two ways about it: Mike’s right.

I will simply have to post more.