Button Technology

Okay, I need to get serious here for a second and talk about button
technology. What's amazing is not how far buttons have come (the ones on computers like in 2001 a Space Odyssey not the ones you wear when you hate the president), but how limited our vision of buttons was. It seems all buttons were seen as the same back in the '60s and '70s,...large, square things that light up and occasionally blink (like the picture). As far as I can remember, their was a button for everything. If you want to turn on the reflector shields, you don't type in on a keyboard, you don't say it outloud, you hit the reflector shield button and your power is transfers to the reflector shields. If you want to go to hyperspace, just hit the button, one touch and away you go.

Its cool that the people who dream of this technology, could picture space ships and HAL and all that future stuff, could not vision a better button. I could be wrong, but I don't think NASA uses exclusively buttons, rather, I think most actions are typed into a keyboard and it goes from there. I've also seen a handful of switches, but very few buttons. They certainly do not light up with bright purples and fluorescent blues and I have yet to see a whole panel of buttons anywhere.

It is possible we just have not hit that point in button technology yet, that one day we will realize the importance of large, bright buttons. When will this day come, only time will tell...only time will tell.

My favorite veg-table

I like having favorites...favorite color, favorite food, favorite book, you know, favorites. Rachelle does not have favorites, she decides what she likes at the moment she needs to with careful attention. I find this funny. How can one not have a favorite? So in the spirit of the blog, here are some of my favorite things...
Favorite color...blue
Favorite Friendly's Ice Cream Sunday... The Recess Pieces 5 Scooper
Favorite shirt...my blue one which says "central new york aquarium society"
Favorite indigonous race of humans...eskimos
Favorite eleatist member that may or may not live in a castle...the handmaiden
Favorite founding father...obviously Ben Franklin (heard some good stuff about Tom Paine though)
Favorite day of the year... daylight savings time day
Favorite karyokee song... "Boogie on Reagea Woman"
Favorite marsupial... the kangaroo rat
Favorite song that has women background singers..."hello, its me"
Favorite president... Jimmy Carter


What do all those F keys do up there? F1 through F12
I am going to now hit each one and see what happens...
F1-brings up Mozilla Firefox help screen-i don't like help screens
F2-nothing
F3-seems to bring up a "find" thing on the bottom of the screen
F4-nothing
F5-"are you sure you want to navagate away from this page blah blah blah
F6-highlights the web address
F7-Turns Caret browsing on or off...umm what?
F8-nothing
F9-nothing
F10-nothing
F11-WOW, gets rid of the tool bars on the top and bottom...maybe good if those stupid ass toolbars start to get out of line I'd be like take that stupid tool bar and hit F11 HAHAHA I am the master of toolbars!!!
F12-nothing

So there you have it, science doesn't lie, F keys are dumb and pointless.

Good Goat Karma

Never underestimate the overwhelming effect of karma. Now I'm not one to believe that karma is some mystical force that rewards good and punishes bad, but I do think that positive actions lead to positive results and bad or negative circumstances don't result in good measures.

Seneca Falls, NY is largely made of wineries. I guess its the perfect location for grapes to grow and wine to be made. Whats even better is that you can go to these wineries, pay $1, and taste about 8-10 glasses delicious wine.

Sometimes during school, you don't feel like going and sitting in class all day, especially during the summer. What makes attendance even harder are the wineries. One could skip class all day to drive around and drink wine. That's what Curt and I did one day.

It was probably about our 7th winery of the afternoon, feeling pretty good, when we pull up to a brand new winery. I like goats, so as soon as we pull up I notice two mini goats on ropes attached to cinder blocks in the front yard. Curt and I go over and try to pet the goats, but the goats make their goat noise to say "Don't pet us, we will eat your fingers". We go inside, enjoy some tasty wines, and leave. On the way out to the car we notice the goats have somehow wrapped themselves together on their short ropes and can hardly move around to graze on grass and eat trash and do whatever else goats like to do. I look at Curt, Curt looks at me and we know what we have to do...free the goats. We go over and stick our hands out to let the animals get our scent, but they just kinda looked at us with sad goat eyes. Curt and I spend about 20 minutes untangeling the goats (we were pretty wasted) and left.

I can't remember any exact instances, but I know I had a great week that week. Everything went my way...good grades, good times, good friends...good goat karma.