I can teLL I have not had enough coffee yet. I was fiLLing out a form online for some information and in the first box for email address I mindlessly wrote, "email", then laughed at myself. There is something seriously wrong upstairs ....
That first paragraph was my Facebook status early Sunday morning.
I went to copy the text of that (Facebook) status in order to copy it over to this blog and noticed that my iPad gave me the choice of either copying it to the clipboard OR speaking the text. So I let a robotic female voice speak my words to me. I think I sound better than that, but I am not sure. If you try this feature and find out the Apple robot sounds better than me, please do not teLL me, it can be your little secret. So just lie to me and say, "Yes, Ernie, you sound better than a female Apple robot."
I took the eXperience one step farther by having the robot speak the second status that I wrote about her speaking. She pronounces "teLL" funny.
I would prefer a robotic voice that sounded like a young Shirley Temple.
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I was reminded today that we have less than 8,000 years before we need to switch to 5 digit years. Y10K programmers get busy ...
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Someone has sinned greatly in our home. There is no worcestershire sauce. My wife blames me.
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Our printing business is suddenly getting much busier, so that is nice, with larger individual orders. That wiLL keep the wife in a happier mood, knowing that I am slaving away. But more importantly it means more money to help pay for medical insurance.
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I walk in the kitchen to a meal that I wasn't scheduled to be part of because I routinely go to the diner on Saturday evenings. I look down at a large bowl and the only thing in the bowl is a stick of margarine. After 30 years of eXperience in this household I immediately knew that my wife was making mashed potatoes.
I look over on the stove and the left rear burner has what appears to be a finished pot of cooked potatoes.
But I look at the kitchen bar where my wife and son are eating and it appears they are finished with their meals and just chatting.
I ask, "Are you making mashed potatoes?"
My wife responds, "Well, I wasn't planning on making mashed potatoes, but I got busy making supper and accidentally started them."
My son and I crack up laughing, thinking, how can you go through the process of accidentally peeling a pot of potatoes, washing them, putting in the water, put them on the stove, get out the mixing bowl, put in the margarine ....
She actually posed for a picture holding up the bowl with just the margarine, but I didn't have a camera.
The potatoes were discarded the neXt day, a tiny piece of Idaho wasted.