Hmmmmmmm????

While working on these pages I felt I needed a better handle on HTML, since that is what the templates are build of. So I ordered several books on the subject from my local library branch. The "Dummies complete guide to web page building" arrived last evening. While checking it out of the library I saw it was very thick. In fact it contains nearly 800 pages. The thought that came to mind is: "Is a book that is 800 pages in length really for dummies?? And if it is not a book that any dummie could or would use, is it not false and misleading to tittle it as being for dummies". This last thought arose from the fact that when I was selecting books from the library catelogue I had choosen this title as I thought it would give me a nice fast and easy overview of the subject matter. Then I would have a context in which to read and understand the other reference texts I had coming in. As this was my personal point of view I sought counsel from a group of people from diverse backgrounds (to ensure that the sample would not be skewed by said backgrounds). The general opinion was that I was correct. A Dummie would be unlikely to use or read an 800 page book. The lone discenting voice felt that they may try to read it, but they would not be able to understand and/or remember the material. So I plan to drop a line to the publishers protesting this blatent misuse of the term "dummies" and I urge all who read this to also send in a protest. After all, it is the only way to behave, that we protect the the rights of those who wish to be dumb to be as dumb as they want - as long as their idiocy does not cause anyone else any harm.

The Universe is laughing at me....

OK. It was bad enough to be searching for a job. Hundreds of resumes and cover letters later and what happens? I am offered a temporary position with 2006 Census as an enumerator. A position I did not even apply for as I was not sure me knee was up to the walking. I had applied for a position without the walking. There was a test involved and I knew I should blow it but.... it just was to much against the grain to not do my best on any test. Apparently it was not as easy I thought, since my name ended up near or at the top of the list of people to hire. And I need the money, which is decent. Better, the hours are flexible enough that I can continue to invest a few hours a day in searching for a full time permanent job. Sighhhhhhh. Hundreds of hours of work and effort to find employment and what happens? I get a job I do not really want and did not apply for. The Universe is demonstrating a very perverse sense of humour vis-a-vis towards my future employment.

Cognito, ergo doleo

The definition of frustration is...

.... working harder at finding a job than you would have to if you were employed. A more important consideration is that job searching does not pay nearly as well as being employed. Of course it is not hard to beat an income of nil, zilch, zero, nada. So I suppose I must get back to grinding out cover letters and resumes. OH for a gateway to an alternate reality.

The Universe does have a sense of humour...

Unfortunately, in regards to me, it seems to resemble my own some what skewed, with a little twist of lemon, sense of the "theater of the absurd". Now, I really appreciate that fact the Universe has a sense of humour. I just wish when it exercised its' funny bone in dealing with me, it was not so perverse as to use my own sense of Ha-Ha against me. Perhaps the truly unfortunate fact is, that after all the years, I do not think I can change it. It certainly would be nice if I could change to a nice gentle sense of humour. Not very likely though. Right up there with the proverbial point where "hell freezes over". I would not hurt so much if I could not recognize and appreciate the irony exhibited by the Universes sense of humour as it applies haha to its' interactions with the path my life is currently traveling. I suppose I will just have to accept with equanimity the preposterousness of it. After all, I may be a little crazy ........ but there is no advantage in letting it drive me into realm of the deranged. And knowing myself, in reflection of my esophoric sense of farce, at some point, in some very bizarre manner I will trip over the pot of gold. Or its' metaphoric equivalent.