forgotten access

I must be getting old.  I forgot my password again.  Or did I.  I think they made me change it and I was still locked into the old one.  Security is so tight I am even protected from myself. 

So I finally got back in and noticed that half a year has gone by since my last entry.  Shame on me.  It isn't like I haven't had any thoughts in that time.  Fact is I have had all kinds of thoughts since then.  Many of those thoughts I wish I had shared if only to leave a trace of a memory.  Many of those thoughts were not to be shared and of course many of those thoughts would have been best left unthought.  (If your spell check highlighted that last entry, just ignore it.  If you can't make up new words every now and then, you aren't really trying.)

So a little visual to so you what kind of day I have occasionally.  I know I am not alone.  I parked at the store, did my business and came back to find a fairly new Mustang had parked behind me.  Remember, the white pickup was there first.  Notice the line.  Notice the clean shine on the Mustang.  Really???  The appearance of my pickup is generally scary enough to free me from the traditional worries of public parking but people still manage to surprise me.



I did look it over and I good see no evidence of actual contact, so climbed in and went my way.  I felt sorry for the owner of the Mustang because eventually their behavior may catch up to them.  I would prefer they change their ways (and sooner rather than later) and all is quickly forgotten.

Along those lines you will notice that there is no inclusion of any thing that might identify who the owner is.  IT ISN'T IMPORTANT.  That and I also hope that when I am the one making those silly mistakes that others will forgive and forget my errors.

I will keep my eyes open if you will.  There are still alot of "people" out there.
This is Ed Nef with a view from the Farrwest.

My thought for the day...

...comes from Proverbs 16:18

"Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall."

I have had to watch myself constantly and yet I am still prone to make mistakes.
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I tried to take a survey today

in fact I have taken a lot of surveys and some are better than others and some are just plain bad.  Part of playing in Swagbucks land is the opportunity to see a lot of surveys and you quickly get a sense of why we get what we get from marketers and admen.  They just don't get it.  They are looking for what they want to hear from those they want to hear it from.  Anything outside of that is beyond their ability to care.  It is like politicians taking a poll to find out how many people agree with them on how wonderful they are, the rest don't matter.

Lately I have been in the uninviable position of becoming a member of the demographics that are not considered hip, trendy, or spend worthy.  I have been disqualified from more surveys than I get to complete.  Even when I do qualify, it seems the questions are irrelevant and there is seldom any places to give them real and honest feedback.  Therefore, I had enough of not being taken seriously and had reached a point of no longer being able to be serious.  Was this wrong?

I am afraid it was the best response I could come up with at the moment.  I think I got disqualified again.  No, not because of this answer but for something much more trivial I'm sure.

This is Ed Nef with a view from the Farrwest.