Giving to the kettles
I don’t give to the kettles.
When the holidays come around and the bell ringers are out, I don’t give them my change. I refuse to give them anything other than volunteered time. I’ve seen how they spend their money and it’s a waste. It’s disgusting how much money they spend on crap. Gee, so and so needs a personal vehicle, let’s give them a brand new Suburban to drive around town. Oh, this individual is being transfered. They get to remodel the house to their liking. Oh they are retiring, let’s give them a home and let them remodel it on us. I remember this crap from childhood and from recent. You are supposed to be living a life of servitude but you can still have all these material things anyway. I’d almost join, just for those damn perks!
New virus out and about. I stopped using an address book a long time ago. I now have three filters going through my mail. I maintain too many sites to deal with spam and viruses. People I don’t even know have me in their address books. I can’t stop them from sending me problems, but I can stop them before they become problems!
Can you tell I am feeling better? Well, I think it has more to do with the fact that I finally got to go for a walk today. I’m still working down from the adrenaline and figured I ought to try and be more productive while I can.
I switched Skittles’ site over yesterday. I added Google ads to most of the pages. The diary archives are the only ones that don’t have it yet. I need to finish cleaning that template up and deciding exactly what I want to do with it. Yesterday was a highly productive day. The irony was that I felt my worst yesterday. Strange thing this cold I have. Very strange indeed.
I’ve got an old Cher song stuck in my head. Actually, it’s just one line and it’s on repeat. That sucks.
