I hate my computer and other inspirational thoughts

Written by By Rev. James L. Snyder

The New Year has not started out very well for Yours Truly. Afterrepparttar first day ofrepparttar 118102 new year, my life went south forrepparttar 118103 rest ofrepparttar 118104 winter. All I can say is, I hope it has a wonderful winter, and don't forget to write.

Speaking of writing, I can sum up my feelings at this moment by saying, "I hate my computer."

Perhaps, you may thinkrepparttar 118105 word "hate" a little too strong. Under normal circumstances, I would agree wholeheartedly. These, however, are not normal circumstances by a long shot.

And, believe me, I've been tempted to do some shooting.

Usually, I'm good-natured, and easily get along with everyone around me. I go out of my way to be nice and courteous to people.

Atrepparttar 118106 grocery store, I always holdrepparttar 118107 door open for people; onrepparttar 118108 highway, I always yield torepparttar 118109 other driver, without employing hand gestures; and in a restaurant ,I always smile atrepparttar 118110 waitress, no matter how much she messes up my order.

However, everything and everyone has a limit — and I have reached my limit in this matter. The new near has barely gotten underway and already a snag has raised its ugly head in my direction and grinned. And boy, do I despise that grin.

This snag, to put it mildly, has to do with my computer. Oh, how I miss my old typewriter at times. It was such a faithful companion to me in my work. Rarely did it disappoint me or let me down. It always responded torepparttar 118111 slightest touch of my fingers.

Thenrepparttar 118112 sad day came when I traded my old reliable typewriter in for a computer. Atrepparttar 118113 time, I thought I had upgraded into heaven. I did not know I was setting myself up for a crash. How could I? Everyone told me a computer would solve all my problems.

Inrepparttar 118114 beginning, it lulled me into a false sense of competency. It actually made me believe I was in control of my computer. And, for a while, it looked like I was.

This past week I was working on several projects. With my computer, I can have three projects open atrepparttar 118115 same time and work on them simultaneously. I was working on my Sunday sermon, my weekly column and a fantastic article I was writing for a magazine.

I was in high heaven, going from one project to another and making wonderful progress. In fact, I was having such a great time that I forgot to save any of my work.

Several times during my work that afternoon I heard a mischievous snicker coming from somewhere, but I was having too much fun to pay attention to it. In hindsight, I should have stopped right there and ponderedrepparttar 118116 situation.

Dog Poo

Written by And you thought we had problems?

In Southern Germany in a town byrepparttar name of Bayreuth,repparttar 118101 German police are in a quandary. The town’s dog poo is under attack. Park officials are desperate to resolve what could become an international incident. Unknown person or persons have been sticking little US flags into piles of doggie poo for over a year now.

Surprisinglyrepparttar 118102 dog poo brigade has managed to target between 2,000 to 3,000 abandoned piles of excrement in Bayreuth public parks. Quite who actually counted them all and provided these statistics is debatable butrepparttar 118103 source is rumoured as coming fromrepparttar 118104 Parks Administrator – Josef Oettl. And you wondered what your parkie did each day?

What was thought to have started as a protest againstrepparttar 118105 Iraqi war has continued throughrepparttar 118106 US election campaign and is still a regular occurrence today. Haverepparttar 118107 German’s not heard of poop a scoop? Surely all self respecting German citizens collect their doggie poo. Poop inrepparttar 118108 parks and pavements was surely just a British thing?

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