The Geenyus Of It All

Some genius finally figured out a small but very important item in making comments on fellow journalists' blogs. As my pal, Bucko a.k.a. Ken, aptly pleaded, "please turn off word verification for comments." When one is following many journals (I hate the word blog), it is just another hurdle to jump while, ahem, making rounds.

Some people have taken heed of Ken's advice, while others have not. Understandably, some fear untoward or unkind comments and I have no particular peeve with that. I do, however, dislike words that I cannot pronounce. It may not make sense to you now, but it will when you finish reading today's entry.

When I comment, I look at the "secret word" which is necessary to type into the stupid little space, so that I can publish my comment. Therein lies the problem! When I read the "secret word," usually "sjcdufenvnm" or "sx98j3fucb," I have to take my eyes off the screen and watch my seven-toed paw attempt to type the "secret word" in. Inevitably, because I can't pronounce it, I usually do it wrong.

In that case, I have to return to the stupid screen, re-read the stupid, "#$*&ing word" and try again. It makes the fur on the back of my neck stand straight up.

Today, as I was making my "rounds," I noticed that the "secret word" codes have been changed so that now, they can be pronounced. So now, in lieu of "wxcvrpd," you get, "lechum" or "glugpo" or "ziptex," which may not be words, but I can pronounce them. And if I can pronounce the damned "secret word," I can type it!

Then, a yellow duck drops down and I win $100, right Groucho?

Somebody must have had fun last night 'cause someone woke up in his recliner this morning. I won't tell you his name, but his initials are J.i.m.m.y.

My hat's off to Beth, author of Nutwood Junction. who has taught me (and others) how to underline my words and place a page break for paragraphs. Salute !

And for my pal Rose....

Two elderly men were enjoying friendly conversation when one of the men asked the other, "Fred, how was the memory clinic you went to last month?" Fred replied, "Great, they taught us all the latest psychological techniques - visualization, association - it made a huge difference for me." His friend said, "That's great! What was the name of the clinic?"

Fred went blank. He thought and thought, but couldn't remember. Then a smile broke across his face and he asked, "What do you call that red flower with the long stem and thorns?" His friend said, "You mean a rose?"

Fred said, "Yes, that's it!" He turned and yelled to his wife. . ."Hey, Rose, what was the name of that clinic?"

I think everyone has a photographic memory, its just that some don't have film. But, that's just me !

Stray Tuned !